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The one You’re looking For~Pauly D
Summary: You took a trip to Miami for a month to relax, you didn’t expect to find love in the process. You thought this was nothing more than a joke due to the three boys signs, but by the end of the month you didn’t want to leave him.
Pairing: Pauly D x reader
Warnings: None
This was supposed to be a getaway to relax from all the stress work brought, you were a writer and you latest book was draining you more and more the longer you worked on it. That’s why you escaped to Miami for a month to clear your head and hopefully you’d do better when you went back home in a month. You walked down the street a week and a half into your vacation expecting it to be just another walk like it had every day in the past, but it wasn’t instead today there was a group of guys holding up some type of signs. You were only close enough to see that there was three of them and they were only talking to females, when you neared them you put your head down slightly and tried to ignore them as best you could. You were to busy trying to make a quick b-line past them you didn’t notice Vinny looking you from head to toe, you were tan though he could tell it was from the sun not a tanning bed and you carried yourself as though you were confident and not to be messed with. He knew Pauly would fall for you the moment he seen you, he was his best friend after all.
That’s why he followed you when you almost left completely getting attention he began to speak, “Hey um excuse me miss,” You turned giving him a confused look but the eye contact made him continue, “Me and my friends are trying to find a potential girl for our friend Pauly D, like the dj”
I laughed at the fact that he thought he had to explain who any of them were to me like I lived under a rock or something, “I know who you guys are, but what’s this got to do with me?”
“Well I think you’d be perfect for him actually,” he said. I could tell he was trying his hardest and I figured might as well have some fun on this vacation.
“Okay so what do you want my number or something?” I ask with a slight smile trying to show him I was serious.
“Actually yeah that would be great, I can have him call you or I’ll call you and we can meet up at the club later so you could meet him?”
“Yeah, sounds great,” I say before walking away.
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At about four thirty I got a call from a number I didn’t know, assuming it is Vinny I answer, “Hello?”
“Hi, is this y/n?” A voice asked through the other end and I could hear chatter in the background.
“Yes and who is this?”
“It’s Pauly, Vinny gave me your number and uh well I was wondering if maybe you wanted to grab something to eat at around six maybe?” he asked.
“Sure that sounds great,” I say, “but where do I meet you for dinner?”
“Area 31”
Okay, see you then,” I replied before we both hung up.
When I hung up I went directly to my closet pulling out a few dresses to pick which one I wanted. Eventually I decided none of the dresses were going to work for me. I eventually decided on a maroon skater skirt and matching corset top. I did my makeup and straightened my naturally wavy y/h/c so it was smooth, when I was done I looked at the clock to see I should call a uber to bring me there since I basically walked everywhere I went. Slipping on some black pumps and a leather jacket I grab my purse before heading out the door to wait for the car.
Arriving at the restaurant I see a group of people and I knew instantly he was probably already here and those were fans or poparatize, that’s when I noticed Vinny and everyone else at the same time he noticed me. He smiled walking over to me and saying, “Hey y/n, nice to see you again.”
“It’s nice to see you too,” I reply before I hear someone call his name, I could tell who’s voice that was anywhere. It was from the one and only Pauly D, my date for the night.
When we walked over his eyes landed on my for a second before he looked at Vinny and asked, “Have you seen her bro?”
Vinny gave him a look and then Pauly looked between the two of us for a minute before realization hit, the look on his face made me giggle a little causing him to look at me. I reach my hand out and speak with a smile, “Hi, i’m y/n”
Taking my hand in his I was expecting him to shake it but instead he brought it to his lips kissing it causing me to blush. I hadn’t realize Vinny had left to go inside with everyone else until I finally stopped staring at him when we walked inside ourselves. We had a booth by ourselves though I could still feel all of his roomates eyes on us the whole time so it was kind of awkward at first. After I got used to it we spent the whole time talking, Pauly was actually really nice and genuine and I had a great time at dinner with him I almost didn’t want it to end. When the meal was done he argued with me over if he was paying for me or not though he won in the end, we walked out of the restaurant together and he invited me to come back with them. Normally I would have said no but I was going back so I could go out with them later when they go to the club.
I was glad that the night didn’t have to end like I thought it would but at the same time I was nervous to see what was about to happen at the club tonight knowing I am nothing to Pauly I could end up getting ditched tonight. Sitting with Vinny and Pauly while the girls were getting dressed wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be though I got the shit scared out of me when Pauly yelled, ”Cabs are here!” causing Vinny to laugh as well as Mike and Jenni.
The girls insisted I road with them so I did, I figured this would be a good way to get other females opinions on if this is a fling though before I could speak Jenni did, “So what do you do?”
“I write books.”
“Oh nice, so do you do book tours?” Deena asked joining in.
“Sometimes but most of the travel I do is on my own expense, it helps the writing process,” I explain.
“So you don’t have a set house?” Nicole asked now confused.
“No, no I do. I live in y/s/n but if I have trouble writing a part for a book I will go on a get away to help,” I explained.
“So that’s what you’re doing down here?”Jenni asked.
“No this is my vacation from it all,” I explain before trying to change the subject to Pauly, “So why were the guys hunting down girls for Pauly in the first place, I mean he’s amazing I’m shocked girls aren’t falling at his feet ,” I say laughing as if its nothing.
“He doesn’t want to spend his whole life with one nights stands ya know, so we were trying to find him find someone to come home to,” Deena explained truthfully.
“Oh, I understand that. Partying and all of this is fun but sometimes people seem to forget that, it’s hard now to find someone who wants all that but with the right looking you can find it.”
“Do you want all that?” Nicole asked.
“Yes I do, but who I will end up having it with I don’t know,” I reply before we arrive at the club.
When I exit the cab and go to follow the girls I feel an arm around me causing me to tense up, though the moment I see the tattoo on his hand I know it is Pauly and relax into him slightly. Looking up at him I see him smile at me before looking away as if I didn’t catch him staring. Pauly and I were drinking and dancing all night long and by the time we all left the club I was drunk though I wasn’t completely wasted. I didn’t go home with Pauly even though we had a good time I said goodbye and left him with a simple kiss goodnight since he made sure I got home okay. I think this was the start of something good hopefully.
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Midnight in Paris — Peter Parker
Summary: You’re in Paris with your boyfriend Peter Parker for a school trip, and it also happens to be your one year anniversary.
Warning—Fluff, sweet romance
Black F reader
A/n : rewatching far from home and got inspired
You’re sitting on the hotel bed, one leg tucked under you, scrolling through your phone while your roommate snores softly on the other side of the room. The Eiffel Tower glows through the crack in the curtains—your first time in Paris, and somehow, it still doesn’t feel real. Neither does the fact that you’ve been dating Peter Parker for a whole year.
Well. Almost a year.
Tomorrow marks exactly 365 days since that ridiculously chaotic first kiss behind the Midtown science building, when he had just come back from stopping a runaway drone and you’d just failed your chem quiz. You’d both been a mess—and somehow, it worked.
Your phone buzzes in your hand.
Peter: meet me in the lobby in 20. wear something nice pls.
You stare at the message. Blink. Then read it again. He adds another a second later.
Peter: like…really nice. like pretty-dress-nice. idk just trust me ok?
You grin. Typical Peter.
Twenty minutes later, you’re gliding through the quiet hotel hallway, your dress swaying with every step. It’s orange, soft and flowing, the kind that hugs in the right places and moves like it was made to be in Paris. You pulled your butterfly locs up into a clean, messy bun—intentional and effortless, with your baby hairs laid perfectly at the edges. You felt pretty when you looked in the mirror, but the way Peter looks at you in the lobby?
Whole different level.
He’s standing near a potted plant, hair tousled, nervously fixing the collar of his button-up. He’s in slacks, which is rare. A blazer that looks slightly too big, probably borrowed. He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek, checking his phone, until he looks up and sees you.
His whole face changes.
He stares, then forgets he’s staring, then catches himself staring and looks away, cheeks going red.
“Whoa,” he breathes when you reach him. “I mean—hi. Uh. You look…you look incredible. Like—like really beautiful.”
You smile, biting your lip. “You clean up nice too, Parker.”
He opens his mouth to say something else, probably something awkward, then just offers his hand instead. You take it without a second thought.
Outside, Paris hums with life. The air is warm, buzzing with the low chatter of late-night cafés and the occasional hum of a passing Vespa. Peter doesn’t say where you’re going. He just leads you, fingers laced with yours, heart probably beating as fast as yours is.
“You’ve been acting weird all week,” you say as you walk. “Like…more Peter-weird than usual.”
“Rude,” he mutters, then smiles. “Okay, yeah. I’ve just been trying to plan this for a while. I mean, it’s our anniversary. And we’re in Europe. I wanted it to be perfect but like…everything kept going wrong. I was gonna book this rooftop thing, but it rained, then I tried to get us tickets to this exhibit and it sold out, and—” he stops himself and looks at you.
“This is what I could do.”
You squeeze his hand. “This is already perfect.”
He takes you to a little restaurant tucked between two buildings, one you wouldn’t have even noticed if he hadn’t led you to it. Candlelight flickers through the windows. Inside, the place is small, intimate. A little rustic. French jazz plays low in the background.
The host greets Peter by name, which is suspicious.
“Did you bribe someone?” you whisper as you’re led to a small table by the window.
“I may or may not have helped someone catch their runaway dog this morning,” he whispers back. “And maybe mentioned I was trying to impress my girlfriend.”
You try to act cool, but you’re smiling so hard it hurts.
Dinner is slow, the good kind of slow. The two of you order food you can barely pronounce, share bites off each other’s plates, laugh way too loud when Peter tries to flirt in broken French and accidentally calls you his grandma. He holds your hand on the table and under it. His foot taps yours sometimes, and you can’t tell if it’s on purpose or not.
After dinner, Peter insists on walking. “I have one more thing.”
You let him lead you through narrow streets lit by old lamps and the occasional neon sign. He pulls you close whenever someone zips by on a bike. At one point, he buys you both gelato from a corner cart and grins like a kid when yours starts melting faster than you can eat it.
Eventually, you end up by the Seine, where the water glows with reflections of the city.
“I wanted to tell you something,” he says suddenly.
You glance at him, your shoulder brushing his. “Okay.”
He’s nervous again. That adorable, awkward nervous that only Peter Parker can pull off.
“I know we already said it,” he says. “The ‘I love you’ thing. But…I just—I still mean it. More than ever.”
You blink. Your chest tightens in that good, warm way.
“I love you too,” you say, and your voice is softer than you expected it to be.
He leans in then, careful, eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes and back again like he’s asking permission. You meet him halfway.
The kiss is slow. Sure. His hand finds your waist. Yours curls around the back of his neck. When you finally break apart, your forehead stays pressed to his.
“Should we head back?” he asks, reluctantly.
You sigh. “Yeah.”
You walk back in comfortable silence. But when you reach the elevator, something pulls at you. You turn, wrap your arms around him again, and kiss him once more.
Then again, before the elevator dings open.
And again, after it closes behind him.
You don’t want to say goodnight. Not yet.
You call after him in a whisper-yell. “Peter—”
He turns.
“One more,” you say, running to him.
He catches you with a smile, and this time, the kiss is a little deeper. A little longer.
He laughs when you finally pull away. “You keep doing that, and I’m never gonna let you go.”
“Good,” you whisper.
You wake up the next morning smiling.
The Paris light slips through the curtains soft and golden, warming your face and nudging you out of sleep. For a second, you just lie there, replaying last night in your head—the way Peter looked at you in that orange dress, how he couldn’t stop staring. The dinner, the walk, the way he kissed you like he didn’t want the night to end. The way you kept running back for more.
Your roommate’s still out cold, knocked out with an eye mask and one earbud hanging halfway out. You slip out of bed, still wearing the oversized Midtown t-shirt Peter gave you months ago. You don’t even realize you’re smiling again until you’re brushing your teeth and catch your reflection.
Your phone buzzes on the counter.
Peter: good morning beautiful :)
You bite your lip, thumbs already flying.
You: morning, boyfriend :)
He replies almost immediately.
Peter: still thinking about last night. my face hurts from smiling. also I wanna see you.
You pause, heart doing a little flip.
You: wanna grab coffee before the museum tour?
Peter: yes. immediately. downstairs in 15?
You throw on some shorts and a tank, pull your locs down from the bun into a loose half-up, and head down. He’s already in the lobby, looking like he’s been there for a while—hair damp, probably fresh from a shower, and he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet like he’s trying not to sprint toward you the second he sees you.
You walk straight into his arms.
“Hi,” he says, breath soft in your ear.
“Hi,” you mumble into his hoodie, smiling into the fabric.
He pulls back just enough to kiss you. It’s quick, but full of that warm, giddy energy leftover from last night. His hand finds yours naturally as you head out, like it’s muscle memory at this point.
You find a little café on a side street with flaky croissants and strong coffee. Peter insists on paying, even though you roll your eyes. You sit at a tiny table by the window and just…talk. About everything. About nothing. He steals bites from your plate. You kick his foot when he does. He grins like it’s all the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
By the time you meet up with the rest of the group for the museum tour, it’s like nothing else matters. He keeps sneaking glances at you. He touches your hand every chance he gets. At one point, you both lag behind and he whispers, “Are we annoying? Like…are we that couple?”
You shrug. “Probably.”
“Cool. I like it.”
You lean into him. “Me too.”
After the tour, you walk with him back toward the hotel, lagging behind on purpose so the rest of the group doesn’t notice you both slipping off. He keeps brushing his fingers against yours like he’s waiting for you to take the lead. You do.
And once again, you’re out in the city—just the two of you. You’re not dressed up this time, not trying to impress anyone, but Peter looks at you like you hung the stars anyway. Like nothing in Paris could possibly compare.
Later that night, on the balcony of the hotel, the Eiffel Tower starts to sparkle. You’re sitting side by side, legs stretched out, his hoodie wrapped around your shoulders because you were cold and he’s too warm-blooded to notice the chill.
He turns his head toward you slowly.
“You ever think about what it’s gonna be like…after this?” he asks. “Like, when we’re back in New York. When we’re in college. Real life.”
You rest your head on his shoulder. “All the time.”
“I don’t want this to be one of those summer romance things,” he says. “I want it to be…everything. Always.”
You sit up a little to look at him. “It already is.”
He leans in. This kiss is quieter. Slower. The kind you feel down to your toes.
And when it breaks, you whisper, “I’m not saying goodnight first.”
He smiles, all teeth and nerves and love.
“I wasn’t planning on saying it at all.”
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Let me love you- Armando Arteas
Summary— You love a man who was raised to survive, not to feel — and when his silence pushes you away, it forces him to confront the one thing he’s most afraid of: being truly loved.
Warning— Emotional angst, vulnerability, discussions of past trauma
a/n: for the Armando lovers
It’s late.
The Miami heat sticks to your skin like regret as you pace the living room, arms crossed tight over your chest. The argument still rings in your ears. The silence that followed even louder.
You had told yourself you could handle the walls he built around himself — hell, you’d even tried to love him through them. But tonight, you hit one too many.
“You don’t talk to me, Armando. You don’t let me in.”
He stood there, jaw clenched, eyes dark and unreadable. That same look he gives everyone else. Not you. Not usually.
“You want me to open up?” he finally said, voice hard. “You want me to spill every ugly thing I’ve done? Every body I’ve put in the ground for my father? Is that what you want?”
“No,” you snapped. “I want to know you. Not the cartel soldier. You. The man I come home to.”
He shook his head, already backing away emotionally. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Yes, I do,” you said, tears burning in your eyes. “I’m asking for the bare minimum. I’m asking not to be shut out every time shit gets real.”
“I didn’t ask for this life,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “I didn’t ask for someone to love me like that. And I sure as hell don’t know what to do with it.”
You froze, wounded.
“Wow,” you breathed. “That’s what I am to you? An inconvenience?”
“I didn’t say that,” he growled, voice rising now, heat pouring off him like danger.
“But you don’t have to say it,” you whispered. “I feel it every time you look right through me.”
He didn’t chase you when you grabbed your keys. He didn’t stop you when the door slammed behind you.
When you return hours later, the lights are dim. The air inside the house is still thick with tension and something sadder — silence, maybe. Or shame.
You find him sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed.
He doesn’t look up when he speaks.
“I was never taught to talk about feelings. I was taught to shoot before thinking. I was raised to be a weapon.”
You lean against the doorframe, heart aching.
“But then you…” He lifts his head, finally meeting your eyes. “You’re everything I’m not. Warm. Kind. Soft. And when you touch me, when you look at me… I feel like I could be human again. That scares the shit out of me.”
You walk toward him slowly, like approaching a wounded animal. And in a way, you are.
“Armando,” you whisper, kneeling in front of him. “I didn’t fall in love with your past. I fell in love with you. The version who makes me cafecito in the morning. The version who studies my face like it’s a language. The one who kisses my shoulder when he thinks I’m asleep.”
He closes his eyes like he’s in pain.
“You love me in your own way,” you continue. “But baby, love doesn’t have to hurt. It doesn’t have to be cold or quiet. You can let it be soft. You can let me be soft with you.”
He grabs your hand, pressing his forehead against it like he’s praying.
“I don’t know how to be that,” he murmurs.
“Then let me show you,” you say, cupping his jaw. “Day by day. No pressure. Just… let me love you.”
He lifts his gaze to yours, and for the first time, there’s no mask. Just raw, terrified vulnerability.
“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much it feels like a weakness. Like a target on my back.”
You shake your head gently. “It’s not a weakness. It’s your power. You’re learning how to be free.”
You kiss him — soft, slow, reverent.
One on the cheek. One on the corner of his mouth. One over his temple.
He’s so still. Like no one’s ever touched him this tenderly before.
“You’re not just a weapon, Armando,” you whisper into his skin. “You’re a man. A man worthy of love. Of peace. Of softness.”
He pulls you into his lap, arms wrapping around you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.
“You’re the first home I’ve ever had,” he says hoarsely.
You press your forehead to his, voice quiet. “Then let’s build something with it.”
And in the stillness of your bedroom, for once, he lets himself believe it.
He doesn’t run.
He stays.
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Drive me crazy- Armando Aretas
Summary: After a night out, the tension between you and Armando simmers over as your teasing turns into something hotter—first in the car, then back at his place.
Warning—Explicit content, semi-public scene, rough sex, soft aftercare
The Miami night buzzed with leftover heat as you slid into the passenger seat of Armando’s matte black car. The event had ended, but the way he’d looked all night hadn’t left you for a second. Dark dress shirt open at the collar, a thin gold chain glinting against his tan skin, tattoos peeking from under his rolled sleeves, and that slow, lethal confidence—he was impossible to ignore.
And now, with one hand on the wheel and the other resting lazily on the gearshift, he looked downright sinful.
You crossed your legs slowly, letting the hem of your dress slide higher. You saw the way his eyes flickered down, just for a second. He noticed everything, even when he pretended not to.
“You always look this good driving, or is this just for me?” you teased, voice thick with intent.
A small smirk played on his lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Your hand slid over to his thigh, slow, deliberate, feeling the muscle tense beneath your touch. He didn’t stop you—but he didn’t say anything either.
“You’re not gonna tell me to behave?”
“I should,” he said, voice low, rough. “But I want to see what you’ll do.”
That was all the invitation you needed.
You leaned over, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then lower—your lips trailing along his neck, feeling the hum in his throat. Your hand moved up, brushing over the bulge in his pants that had been steadily growing since your fingers first grazed him.
His breathing grew heavier, but his eyes stayed on the road—barely.
You palmed him through his pants, slow and firm, feeling him throb under your hand. He groaned quietly, his other hand flexing tighter around the wheel.
“You’re testing me,” he muttered, voice strained. “You keep going, I won’t be able to focus.”
You kissed just beneath his ear. “Then don’t.”
Your fingers made quick work of his belt, sliding it open with practiced ease. You freed him from his pants and wrapped your hand around his length, thick and warm in your palm. He hissed out a breath.
“Shit… baby,” he growled.
You stroked him slow at first—just enough to make him twitch, teasing the head with your thumb, watching his chest rise and fall faster. His hips lifted just slightly, almost like he couldn’t help himself.
“Fuck—keep going and I’m gonna pull this car over.”
You didn’t stop. You leaned down, licking a slow stripe along the tip before kissing it, lips just barely touching. He groaned low in his throat, like it hurt to hold back.
And finally, he swerved the car into a dark, empty lot, killing the engine in one breathless move.
The second the car was still, his hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck and pulling you into a kiss—deep, messy, desperate. Your dress was shoved up as you climbed into his lap, straddling him. You could feel how hard he was under you, the heat between your legs pulsing in sync with your heart.
“Look what you did to me,” he muttered against your lips, voice wrecked.
“Then do something about it.”
He didn’t hesitate. One hand yanked your panties to the side while the other guided himself to your entrance. You were soaked, aching, and when he pushed into you—slow and deep—it knocked the air from your lungs.
You gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he filled you inch by inch. He cursed, biting down on your collarbone as he bottomed out.
“Fuck, baby. You feel like heaven.”
You rolled your hips, slow at first, grinding down against him as he braced his hands on your ass, guiding your rhythm. The car rocked gently with each movement. His head fell back, lips parted, throat working.
“You drive me insane,” he muttered.
Your hands slid into his shirt, nails raking down his chest as you rode him harder. Every thrust made your breath hitch. His hands never left you—gripping your hips, sliding up your back, tugging your dress down so he could take your nipple in his mouth and suck until you whimpered.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
“You,” you breathed, forehead pressed to his. “I want you to ruin me.”
His thrusts met yours, harder, deeper, faster, until all that filled the car was the sound of slick skin, broken moans, and the wet smack of your bodies meeting. Your orgasm hit hard and fast, your body trembling against his, and moments later, he spilled into you with a guttural groan, biting your shoulder to keep from screaming your name.
You collapsed against him, hearts thudding in sync.
The ride home was a blur—your thighs still trembling, his hand resting high on your leg the whole way, fingers possessive, grounding. Neither of you said much, but the tension hadn’t eased. If anything, it had thickened—charged, electric. You could feel it in the way he looked at you at red lights, jaw clenched like he was barely holding himself together.
The moment the front door of his condo shut behind you, he turned, eyes dark.
“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”
You smirked, stepping out of your heels. “You started it. I just finished it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You think that was finished?”
You didn’t get the chance to answer.
He kissed you again, rougher this time—hands sliding down your body, grabbing at your hips, your ass, lifting your dress over your head and tossing it aside like he couldn’t stand it being in the way. You tugged at his shirt, impatient, and he let you rip it open, buttons scattering to the floor.
You walked backward toward the bedroom, your bare skin brushing his as he pressed against you, lips never leaving yours. The backs of your knees hit the bed.
“I need you, again.” you whispered against his mouth.
He pulled back just slightly, eyes sweeping over you—bare, glistening, flushed. “Turn around.”
You obeyed, crawling onto the bed on all fours. You heard the low sound he made behind you—like he was trying not to lose his mind.
You looked back at him over your shoulder. “You just gonna stare, or—”
The mattress dipped as he knelt behind you. His hands slid up your thighs, thumbs brushing dangerously close to where you needed him most. He took his time, dragging it out, teasing you with slow, open-mouthed kisses up the back of your legs, your lower back, then sinking his teeth gently into the curve of your ass.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he said, voice wrecked.
You pushed your hips back slightly, begging without words.
He groaned, then leaned forward and let his tongue slide between your folds—slow, deliberate. You gasped, hips jerking, but he held you steady, tongue flicking and circling until your thighs shook and your moans filled the room. Just when you were about to come, he pulled away, gripping your hips as he guided himself inside you from behind.
You cried out—he was even deeper like this.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, holding your hips tight as he sank all the way in. “This pussy was made for me.”
He pulled out slow, then slammed back in, setting a rhythm that made your hands clutch the sheets. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room. His pace was brutal, delicious—each thrust hitting the perfect spot. You felt his fingers slide into your hair, tugging your head back as he leaned over your back, his lips by your ear.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” you gasped. “You, Armando. All yours.”
“Say it again.”
“All yours.”
He growled, then started thrusting faster, rougher, his hips slapping against your ass with every stroke. You could barely breathe—your whole body on fire, nerve endings lit up and begging for release.
When you came, it was with a cry you couldn’t hold back—your body collapsing into the mattress as you clenched around him. He followed seconds later, cursing as he spilled into you, still buried deep, his body trembling from the force of it.
He didn’t move right away. Just leaned over you, pressing kisses to your shoulder, your back, while you both caught your breath.
Finally, he pulled out gently and collapsed beside you, dragging your body to his, letting you rest your head on his chest.
“I’m not done with you,” he muttered, already brushing his fingers down your side again.
You smirked against his skin. “Good. I wasn’t planning to sleep.”
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Your gallery dating Jacob Scipio
Yes I have a crush on him now 😮💨 but why isn’t there much about him anywhere tho???? Have you seen that man????? IT’S A SHAME
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this is just a candid pic you took right after you answered a text while having lunch with Jacob in some dinner in town. He was so focused on his phone, you thought he looked cute (more like sexy and hot but let’s keep it PG).
Jacob was on set and you surprised him, since it’s been a long time you haven’t seen each other. So when had a break, he decided to show you around. And then he brought you to this big garage with a free card wrapped up. Suddenly he was so excited, almost ran to the first car to show you what was able to drive for the movie. He was like a kid on Christmas. You filmed a video of him that he actually posted, but you kept some pics offline, and this one was one of it. The spark in his eyes, the way he looked at you, the joy, just him. Dear god you’re in love.
Date night in a restaurant and that’s how he picked you up. Waiting in front of your house, dress like a god. You were feeling hot right as you walked out. The way he looked at you, that little smirk. Yeah, this is your man. (You almost didn’t make it to the restaurant 🤭)
A day off for the both of you and you found yourselves out of the house, walking in a zoo because you both realized that you hadn’t been to one since you were kids. The day went so fast, you wandered in the park like an old couple, your arms wrapped together. You took many pics of Jacob with the animals or just watching them and little did you know that he took pictures of you too. This one was your favorite picture of him. How does he look so small when he is so tall next to you? Also right after the giraffe tried to take his cap and that’s the memory behind this picture.
Back in England, you were wandering in town. Jacob was just done filming the last bad boys movie. You were both kind of hungry so you were looking for a place to have lunch. Then suddenly, you came to a stop in the middle of the street when you saw that restaurant. Jacob looked at you confused. “Oh we’re going there” you said, gasping, pointing to the restaurant that you spotted from afar. He turned around, and saw the name. He started to laugh as you pulled him there. You took a sit outside, since for once it was a sunny day. Before leaving you wanted to take a pic of Jacob in front of the sign.
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Proofs that Pedro Pascal and Y/n Y/l/n are dating (part 2)
I think I could do this every week, like a series, I like the idea! But actually doing it, is something different, especially because I tend to lose it at some point and forget to publish or I don’t have time 🤷🏻♀️ also, if you have any ideas for those, because I am already running out of them but I like doing them.. so, I’m open! And for the last pic, I feel like he would do this face like a shocked face but funny, I don’t really know how to explain it 😂
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1) 12.04.2023, 3:57pm
A fan posted a video on Instagram. First we could see a woman, laughing with another person, another woman we assume. They were in a car. We can hear off camera “is that him?”, the other woman says yes, then turns the camera. Next to her car, there he was, Pedro. They were actually at a red light. He was driving. He did not see the women next to him yet. In the video, we could see another person next to him, but we don’t know who (yet). Then this person moves their position, lightly turning to the left, that’s when we see that it is actually Y/n Y/l/n, and that’s when she notices the woman filming them. At that moment, we could see that Pedro leaned a little towards y/n, but she pointed to the ladies before he could go further, which made him turn. He waved at them, but were quickly interrupted by a car honking at them. The light turned green. The video shows the car leaving. One woman said “what was he doing?” The other said “was he about to kiss her?”, then the video ends.
2) 14.04.2023, around 4pm
Pedro and y/n were seen leaving the gym together. Walking next to each other they were laughing a lot. Y/n was wearing a yellow sports bra and a dark grey short, holding a water bottle. Pedro was in shorts too and wearing his famous yellow lakers shirt, his shorts were also grey. They surprisingly had matching outfits.
3) 15.04.2023, 2:36am
Y/n posted a video on her story. She was in a club. The video started with her in a crowd, dancing. Next to her was a friend, coming to kiss her cheek for the video. Right behind y/n, a familiar face, Pedro Pascal. He absolutely did not see that y/n was making a video and was enjoying himself, dancing a little but mostly drinking his cocktail. Then y/n turned towards Pedro and said “say hi!”. As he didn’t hear her, he screamed “what?” Then looked at her phone. She came very close to him, whispering the same sentence to his ear. Then he came closer to the phone, looked straight at the camera, and said hi, and waved. “Who is it for?” He asked her. “I’m posting it on Instagram!” They looked at each other. He was giving her a look that said “that is not a good idea” and she gave him a look that said “I know but I’ll do it anyway”, then the video stopped as they were laughing.
4) 17.04.2023, 10am (ish)
Pedro and y/n were seeing grocery shopping together. Some fans posted pictures during the day, with the two of them together (and the fan of course). One fan stated that they saw Pedro kiss y/n’s forehead but there were no pictures nor videos.
5) 19.04.2023, 6:13pm
Pedro posted a video on his Instagram story. First we could see him, and we could see he was in a car, but not driving. Then, he turned the camera to his legs, and we could see a hand on his thigh. He moved the camera towards the driver, and it was y/n, looking ahead. When she saw that he was filming, she took her hand away, and put it in front of her mouth, pretending to be shocked. Then she smiled, her eyes switching from the road to the phone. Then Pedro turned the camera back to his face, making a weird shocking face before laughing. We could hear y/n laughing too. Then the video ended. Y/n reposted it on her story later too, adding : “got to give attention to my passenger princess”
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Proofs that Pedro Pascal & Y/n Y/l/n are dating
I saw those kind of fanfics a few times and I liked it very much, so I was like, I should try too. But idk it doesn’t feel the same, there is something missing, and I don’t really like it 😂 (when am I satisfied of my own writing? Yes. Never.)
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Pedro and y/n are known to be very close friends since the first movie they did together a few years ago, back in 2019. But, since then there have been numerous rumors about them being in a relationship. This is some moments when the internet nearly exploded when they’ve been seen/spotted together, moments that could confirm their relationship. Of course, they never publicly confirmed or denied anything. It’s like they are playing with it, or they just don’t care.
1) (your birthday) 2022, 11:31pm
Y/n posted a video on Instagram. Someone was inside, in the dark (at first we couldn’t see anything, but we could hear some whispers). We can hear a door opening, and y/n talking to someone before laughing. The door’s closing, when then can hear a male voice (that looked A LOT like Pedro’s voice), then the light was turned on and screams. That’s right, it was a surprise party. And it was indeed Pedro next to y/n.
With the video, there was a picture. A selfie that y/n took, with everyone behind her. But right next to her, there was Pedro.
The caption: “Thank you Pedro for organizing this, I love you so much. I’ve never been more thankful for my friends than today. Thanks for the birthday wishes everyone”
2) Y/n appears a lot in pictures with Pedro when he is out with some friends and vice versa. They seem to be spending a lot of time together. We also noticed that wherever Pedro was, Y/n was in the same city, during the same timeframe. We don’t know who follows who, but where one goes, the other is there too.
3) 18th August 2022, 4:13pm
A friend of Pedro posted a picture of them together. His friend was sitting on a chair, outside, Pedro was standing next to him. They were both only wearing bathing suits. But, we could spot y/n in the reflection of the glass door behind. She was standing there, holding her phone on her right hand, and on the other holding a glass.
4) 7th September 2022, during the afternoon
Y/n was spotted in New-York, walking in the streets, probably doing some errands. She was alone, but it was how she was dressed that raised some suspicion. She was wearing a large pink sweatshirt (the same that Pedro was wearing during the lie-detector interview), with a pair of black jeans.
Later in the afternoon she was also seen getting in a car that looked like Pedro’s. But no one actually saw who was driving.
5) 16th march 2023, around 7pm
One day, after Bella posted a lot of behind the scenes pictures on The Last of us set, Pedro did the same. He posted a few pictures and videos. In one of the picture, it was a group picture, Pedro, Bella, two infected, and.. y/n. What? It seems like they always move together.
6) 2nd April 2023, 2:56pm
Javiera, Pedro’s sister, posted a picture on her Instagram. It was a group photo. There was Pedro’s family, all gathered around the table, having lunch together. His entire family was here, but we could spot y/n next to Pedro. So if it was only family, why was she here?
The caption: “Happy birthday brother. We’re all here for you, just like you are for us. Family’s everything. Love you.”
7) 2nd April 2023, 9:07pm
They were spotted by paparazzis leaving a restaurant. No one seemed to be with them. Pedro’s wearing a very nice suit, and y/n’s wearing a black shiny dress. She’s holding his arm, and they’re both laughing. As they arrived to his car, he opened the door for her before closing it and going to his side. It really seemed like they were on a date. Are they making it official???
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“but you deserve everything love”
Jacob Scipio imagine
Sorry for the sad writing but that’s my mood.. going through hell since a few weeks and it’s about to get worse. I hate being an adult. I hate life itself. Anyway. In the end it made me write this, so whatever. It’s also the first time in weeks I managed to start writing something AND finishing it. I have a few ideas but I can’t get to write them. I’m feeling so bad. But look how hot he is tho, it’s an old pic I know but I discovered it not too long ago so idc 🫣
Warning: it’s sad
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You just had to have the worst day ever. When you thought your acting career was finally going to take off, it just felt like your world was falling apart. This was your big opportunity and it was taken away from you. Now you had a big decision to take. Stay here? Knowing that you can’t afford your place, or leave, going back to your parents.. again.
Not helping, your period’s coming in a few days, which means your hormones are through the roof. Of course you had the big news on a Sunday morning when you thought you would had a good day, when you were supposed to go out with your boyfriend. Oh my god. How are you going to tell him the very bad news? He has been your biggest supporter from the beginning.
You actually met through an audition a year ago. Surprisingly you were the one kind of coming onto him. That cheesy thing you said that still haunts you to this day: “actually I hope I won’t get this part. Because I wouldn’t know how to act next to you. Kinda like right now”. How it made him laugh when it was more embarrassing than funny.
You’ve been dating for a year now, and it has been nothing but great. He has been away quite a bit since he got his part at the infamous audition, but you joined him quite a lot and he also came to see you whenever he could. Endless calls, texts 24/7, you were both obsessed with each other. It was almost 10am when you saw both texts: the one giving you the worst news ever, and the other one from Jacob asking you when he could pick you up to have lunch.
You didn’t have the heart to move. Tears just kept falling down, you were curled up under the covers, in your bed, and he was just ready to spend some time with you. You knew you would ruin his day too with all that mess. You just have to process it and once you’re calm, you’ll tell him. So you texted him that you were feeling sick, probably because of your period coming. He insisted on coming to stay with you, to take care of you, but you denied.
It felt so horrible. Questions and thoughts were racing in your head. What to do? Find a random job and move on? Give up on your dreams? Move back to your parents? You weren’t ready to go back to your country. You left for a reason. But it just keeps happening. Every time you’re about to make it, that something is about to happen, karma beats you down.
It was now around 1pm when you heard noises in your apartment. Weird since you’re living alone and no one has the keys. You got up, drying your latest tears and slowly walked to your living room. You grabbed the most random thing you could find to defend yourself: a keyboard. What? It’s better than nothing! You finally saw the front door open, only to reveal Jacob.
“Jacob??” You put the keyboard down. Yeah. In all of this, you forgot you actually have the key to Jacob a while ago.
“heyy darling how you feel-” his smile dropped when he finally laid his eyes on you. Your face was red, your eyes were swollen, it was obvious you cried your eyes out. You sighed, putting the keyboard on the table and sitting down on the couch.
“What are you doing here?” You said, rubbing your eyes
“I know you didn’t want me to come but I couldn’t just leave you alone.” He put the bags he was holding on the table and came to sat down next to you. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?”
“It’s- it’s nothing. Just the hormones” you sniffed
“Y/n.” You looked at him. “You’re a fucking great actress, but you’re a terrible liar. What’s going on?” You gave a forced laugh
“Well tell that to the fucking producers who said they were going to take me only to tell my agent that they found a better match!” You said getting up, going to the kitchen. Jacob didn’t say anything at first. He didn’t move.
“Wait. The audition you had two weeks ago?”
“Hm hm” you said, leaning on the counter, looking down.
“Some people can be disgusting” he said walking up to you
“Tell me about it” tears were pouring down again. He caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head.
“I know it’s hard but you’ll get the next one. You don’t have anything to change you’re perfect. They just don’t see it” you shook your head
“Yeah maybe, but I don’t know if I can do this anymore Jacob” you finally looked at him. He could see the sadness in your eyes. He’s never seen such pain inside your eyes before.
“It’s tough, it’s very tough I know. Look, I’m still struggling too”
“I know, but you’re financially stable, you have people around you that can help you if you need, you’re not about to lose your apartment because you didn’t get one job!” You sniffed again. You turned around, but your legs felt so weak. You sat down on the floor.
“What do you mean?” Jacob sat cross-legged in front you
“It was the last opportunity Jacob. I can’t afford to stay here anymore. If I don’t get a job whatever it is, like being a fucking cashier in the next weeks, I’m done. I have to move out, and go back to my parents” you buried your head in your hands, tears just falling non stop.
“Who said you don’t have anyone to help you? I’m here. You know.. I was about to ask you anyway since we’ve been dating for a year now. But, I have some space at my place” he put his hands on both your knees. You stopped breathing for a sec, looking up at him.
“I can’t let you do that out of pity”
“It’s not pity. Look I’ve been there, yes sure. I know how it is. You have potential to make your dreams come true. Who am I not to help you? Dating or not I wouldn’t let you leave like that. But I have an advantage since we’re dating” he joked, which made you smile. “I want to live with you, permanently. I don’t want to text you when I can pick you up, or call you before bed. I want to sleep in the same bed as you, I want to wake up next to you. So no, it’s not out of pity that I am asking you to move in with me” This time tears were pouring but it was happy tears. He made your heart melt just like that. You stared at him for a few seconds before pulling him into a tight hug.
“I don’t deserve you” you whispered. You pulled away, looking at him. He finally saw hope in your eyes, along with a little smile
“But you deserve everything love” he said, putting your hair behind your ear. “Plus I’ve seen you cry a few times so I can handle waking up next to you every day” you gasped
“How dare you!” You jokingly hit his arm, laughing
“You’re laughing! I rest my case” you rolled your eyes
“I’ve seen you on the toilet so I guess I can handle it too” you joked too
“Low blow.. low blow” he smiled before getting up. “Now come on, I brought some food. I bet you didn’t eat” he offered you his hands to help you get up
“Oh yeah, I’m starving”
You both walked up to the table, unpacking the stuff. Jacob had brought you your favorite food. You heated everything and both ate on the couch in front of a movie, curled up next to each other. There’s hope after all.
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Aaron & Teyana via Instagram (6/7/25) — via Teyana's World
Lulu Wang, Barry Jenkins, Aaron's siblings, and Teyana's parents, and more were in attendance.