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✧･ﾟ: melo (mé.lo), fragment of a shattered sun

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aaron pierre n kelvin harrison jr x actress!reader

yeah.. they’re fighting over you. Again.

They were bickering again. Not even quietly either.

You heard them from down the hall, voices carrying all the way to the snack table. You walked in slow, sipping your bubble tea with your airpods still halfway on, and stood in the doorway like a tired mother with two grown-ass sons.

“Can y’all shut up before I put both of y’all in time-out?”

Kelvin turned to you first, arms crossed and looking offended—but fine as hell, per usual. “Tell him to stop volunteering your time like you his assistant. She was with me last shoot day."

Aaron just leaned back in his chair with that smug little grin you hated ‘cause it always made your stomach flip a bit. “She came with me this morning. And she ain’t complain when I brought her her favorite bagel.”

You squinted. “That bagel was cold boo boo.”

“But you ate it though,” he said, eyes sparkling.

Kelvin turned to you too, like he was tryna recruit you onto his side. “Tell him you’re not his Uber passenger.”

You rolled your eyes, setting your script on the couch and flopping down right between them, legs crossed like the queen you were.

“Why y’all always act like I’m some prize in a rap battle?” you asked, raising a brow.

They both answered too fast.

“Because you are.” — Kelvin.

“Because you got main character energy.” — Aaron.

You blinked. “Wow. That’s crazy. Still can’t get a text back from either one of y’all though.”

Aaron leaned in closer, his voice low and sweet. “That is because I like hearing you talk in real time.”

Kelvin smirked, reaching over to tap softly your acrylics. “And I take my time responding ‘cause your messages deserve a reread. You funny as hell.”

You stared at both of them, deadpan. “So y’all just decided to be corny together today ? I should expose y’all asses.”

They shrugged. You fought a smile.

“I’m hungry,” you said, standing up. If they were going to bicker over you, you were going to enjoy it. “Whoever buys me lunch today wins. Simple.”

“Say less,” Kelvin said immediately, already grabbing his phone like he was about to DoorDash your entire favorites list.

“Lovie, I’ll take you out right now,” Aaron said, standing up too. “I got the keys. Let’s go.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your purse, smirking a bit. You walked toward the door without confirming anything.

“Damn,” you said to yourself, loud enough for them to hear, “Being me is exhausting.”

Neither of them moved. They just watched you walk like they had all the time in the world to keep trying.

And you? You kinda liked the attention.

Um… hey ! It’s been a while ikkk. Let me tell you life has been lifying and it hasn’t been that good so far lol 🫩. So sorry for the delay, hope you’ll enjoy it bb ❤️

Aaron Pierre x wife!reader

yeah.. y’all got kids and told nobody !

You had always been good at keeping your life real quiet. Like, Beyoncé-in-the-hospital-delivery-suite quiet. Which is saying something, considering you were a quite well known. Movie premieres, Vogue covers, Grammy weekends, all of it. Yup, you were that girl. And still, somehow, nobody knew you were married. Or that your husband was Aaron damn Pierre.

See, it wasn’t intentional at first. Y’all just moved different. You didn’t feel the need to overshare, especially not about him. Aaron was your peace, your quiet. The kind of man who made coffee in the morning and rubbed your feet at night. You met on a set, had your first kiss in the makeup trailer, and got married two years later in a garden with your mamas crying and your aunties gossiping about how fine he looked in that linen suit.

Now, four kids later ? And nobody knew ?

Every once in a while, someone would catch you with a stroller or a baby on your hip, and the blogs would go crazy. The captions were wild: “She’s got another one?! Who’s the daddy this time?” Like you were just collecting children like Birkin bags.

Even your fans started making TikToks like:

“Not me thinking she was just giving birth for fun.”

“Girl. Who is your man? WHO.”

“She’s literally on baby #4 and I’ve never seen the same dude twice.”

You and Aaron would laugh about it at home, him with a baby bottle in one hand and your toddler drooling on his shoulder. He’d look at you, “They really think you out here with randoms?”

But then one sunny-ass Saturday, y’all got caught slipping. For the first time.

You’d just finished brunch at this cute lil Black-owned café in Notting Hill, kids wildin’ out like always. Your oldest wearing Aaron’s sunglasses, your second born had one shoe on and was yelling about a pigeon, and your twins were strapped in the double stroller looking like copy-paste versions of their daddy.

Y’all looked like a whole sitcom walking down the street.

And boom. That one damn paparazzi photo changed everything.

Aaron was holding your daughter on his hip, and your son was holding his hand while you adjusted the stroller. Your head was thrown back in laughter, and Aaron was kissing your cheek mid-step. Click. The Photo was taken. And they ate it up !

“WAIT. IS THAT AARON PIERRE??”

“YOU’RE TELLING ME THIS MAN BEEN MARRIED?! FOUR KIDS?! WITH HER?!”

“I THOUGHT SHE WAS SINGLE SINGLE.”

“Now it’s making sense… all her kids got the same exact dimples.”

“THEY BEEN HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT.”

Even celebs were in the comments like, “Oh y’all was serious about privacy huh.”

And Aaron ? He was so unbothered. Chill as ever. He made a rare post the next day : a blurry photo of y’all cuddled up in the backyard, one kid laying on your chest, another crawling on Aaron’s back.

You almost threw your phone at the wall. “Why would you post that?!”

He just smirked and said, “Let them know I’m yours. Been yours. Always been yours.”

now ? The world knows. But they still don’t know. They see the kids, the love, the kisses. But they don’t see the late-night forehead kisses, the little “you good, baby?” whispers when you’re overwhelmed, the way he carries every baby like they’re royalty. The way your house is filled with music, and warmth, and the smell of his cologne on the baby blankets.

You’re still that girl. But now you’re that wife. And that mama.

And best believe—he’s that man. Periodt.

LET ME COOOOOOK 🤓 i made it fluff sorryyyyy😩 but tell me if you want a smut version ! I had so much fun writing this honestly I looooove jealous aaron DOWN . Hope you’ll like it baby ❤️❤️

dad!aaron pierre x mom!reader

your child gets in trouble with… your ex’s kid..

You were already so annoyed walking into that principal’s office, but the moment your eyes landed on him, your entire mood shifted from irritated to pissed. "Oh hell no,"

Your ex.

Of all people.

Sitting there with his arms folded, looking just as unimpressed as you, his kid sitting beside him with the same damn attitude. You sucked your teeth, crossing your arms, because of course your child had gotten into a fight with his child.

Aaron picked up on the shift immediately, his gaze flicking from you to your ex, his jaw tightening. "You know him?"

Before you could even answer, your ex leaned back in his chair, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Damn, I didn’t expect to see you today."

Aaron’s hand found your waist instinctively, pulling you in closer. You tilted your head, looking him up and down like you were sizing him up. "Don’t talk to me."

The principal, clearly exhausted before the conversation even began, sighed and rubbed her temples. "Let’s get to the point. The kids got into a fight—"

"Correction," you interrupted, "Elijah defended himself."

Your ex scoffed. "That’s not what I heard." You turned to the principal. "Who started it?"

She hesitated. "Technically, the argument started over a toy—"

Your ex’s partner cut in, leaning forward to look at you, exasperated. "Let’s be real, your kid threw the first hit."

You didn’t even blink. "Excuse me ? And why was that ? Because your kid put his hands on him first."

The principal tried to regain control of the room, but at this point, you and your ex were locked in a standoff.

"You always did like to twist shit around," your ex muttered, shaking his head.

You barked out a laugh, sharp and humorless. "And you always did like running your mouth with nothing to back it up. Don’t try me today."

Aaron leaned in slightly, his voice low but firm. "Watch your tone with her."

Your ex smirked, his eyes flicking between you and Aaron like he enjoyed pushing buttons. "Relax, man. We’re just talking."

Aaron didn’t even blink. "No, you’re talking. And I suggest you stop while you’re ahead."

The principal let out the deepest sigh of her life. "Okay, let’s focus on the kids—"

"Right," you said, taking a deep breath, because you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of getting under your skin. You turned to your child, who had been sitting quietly beside you, watching the whole exchange with wide eyes. "We’re going to talk about this at home, but what you’re not going to do is let anybody put their hands on you without consequences. You hear me eli ?"

Your son nodded firmly. "Yes, Mommy."

Your ex sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "See ? This is the problem—"

Aaron cut him off. "Problem is, you don’t know when to shut the hell up."

You smirked, leaning in slightly. "Tell him."

By the time the principal finally wrapped things up, you were more than ready to leave. You grabbed Elijah’s hand, turning to walk out, but just as you reached the hallway, you heard his voice behind you.

"You know, you still look good."

You froze.

Aaron did too.

This man had the audacity to lean against the wall, arms crossed, eyes dragging over you in a way that made your skin crawl. "I forgot how fine you were when you were mad."

Aaron stiffened, his whole body going rigid.

You turned on your heel so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. "What did you just say to me ? Baby hold my purse." You say, holding your purse out to Aaron.

Your ex chuckled. "Damn, you still got that fire in you. Used to love it."

You took a slow, deliberate step toward him, tilting your head. "Say some dumb shit like that again in front of my kid and my man, and I promise you, your kid won’t be the only one with a black eye."

Aaron exhaled sharply, taking your purse and rubbing his temple like he was trying to keep it together. But the way his hand clenched into a fist ? Oh, he was two seconds away from losing it.

Your ex held up his hands, amused. "Relax, relax. Just reminiscing."

Aaron finally stepped in, standing chest to chest with him, his voice dangerously low. "Try that disrespectful shit again, and you’ll be reminiscing from the hospital. Don’t play."

Your ex raised a brow, clearly debating whether or not this was worth it. Eventually, he scoffed and backed up, shaking his head. "Aight. I see how it is."

You gave him one last once-over before rolling your eyes. "see why I left your ass in the past. Stupid ass ni-."

Aaron’s arm wrapped around your waist, guiding you toward the exit. You could feel the tension radiating off of him, his fingers gripping your side just a little tighter than usual.

"You good baby ?" you asked.

His jaw flexed. "I should’ve hit him."

You snorted. "Trust me, I was this close."

Aaron sighed, shaking his head before finally glancing at you. His lips twitched slightly, like he was trying so hard not to smile. "You really told him you’d black his eye."

You shrugged, smug. "And I meant it."

Aaron exhaled, finally letting the tension go, before pulling you in closer and pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "That’s my girl."

let me cook baby !!! I just wanted to say thank you for all the love y’all have been showing me 🥹 I’m currently dealing with shit and y’all’s comments, requests and reblogs truly bring joy in my heart so thank you for everything ❤️❤️

aaron pierre & kelvin harrison jr x actress!reader

you’re having a panic attack

The first thing that hits you is the warmth in your chest, then the feeling that the walls are closing in. The air grows thicker, like you’re breathing cotton. You know you’re not alone—the noise of the room, the voices, the slightly flickering lights—but it all starts feeling distant. Like you’re underwater. Your heart is racing, your hands are shaking, and you’re losing your grip on the ground.

“Hey, hey, lovie. You’re with us ?”

Aaron’s deep voice reaches you, but it floats in the void. You want to answer, but your throat is tight. A warm hand wraps around yours, squeezing gently.

“It’s just me. Breathe, slowly, you don’t have to force it. Just... follow my voice.” Kelvin. Always that soft, patient tone. He lowers himself to your level, his eyes full of concern but not panic. He just wants to help. You don’t have to see his face to know he has that little frown that means he’s thinking of a thousand ways to make this better for you.

The pressure had been building all day. The interviews, the flashing lights, the constant need to be “on.” It wasn’t your first press junket, not your first time sitting under the scrutiny of cameras, but today something snapped. Maybe it was the long hours, the overwhelming questions, or the way your body just couldn’t keep up anymore. Whatever it was, it hit you hard.

“Do you want to step outside for a minute ?” Aaron suggests, still holding your hand. You don’t have the strength to answer, but you squeeze his fingers just a little. He understands.

Kelvin places a hand on your back, a grounding gesture. “Let’s just walk a little, come on.”

You move without thinking, between the two of them, protected. The noise of the room fades behind you. The air outside hits you, cooler, lighter. Your shoulders start to drop, the trembling in your hands slowly easing.

“That was a panic attack, wasn’t it?” Aaron asks gently. He gives you time to respond, and when you nod, he nods too, like he understands completely.

“Do you wanna talk or just breathe a little more?” Kelvin is in front of you now, eyes locked on yours. He doesn’t push, he just waits. You take a deep breath, and even though your voice is a little rough, you manage to whisper, “Just... stay here for a bit.”

“Okay. We’re not going anywhere.”

So they stay. Aaron on your left, Kelvin on your right. Their presence solid, reassuring. They don’t rush you, they don’t flood you with questions. They’re just there. And that’s enough.

Minutes pass, and the tension in your chest starts to ease. The night air is crisp, the distant hum of the city grounding you. Kelvin crouches down, rubbing small circles into your back. “You’re doing great boo. Just keep breathing.”

Aaron shifts closer, letting your head rest lightly against his shoulder. “You know we got you, right?”

You nod, swallowing past the lingering tightness in your throat. “Yeah. I know.”

Kelvin smiles, brushing a stray curl from your face. “Good. ‘Cause we’re not letting you go through this alone.”

For the first time since the panic started, you believe them. You exhale slowly, letting yourself be held by their warmth, their steadiness. The world still feels a little heavy, but with them here, you know you’ll be okay.

Let me cook 😎 I hope you’ll like it !!!!

Kelvin harrison jr x wife!reder

wifey thingz

You sit in the dressing room, hands resting on your lap, nerves thrumming just beneath your skin. The fabric of your wedding dress feels impossibly soft, the weight of the moment settling over you like a warm embrace. The day has been a whirlwind, a rush of last-minute touches, family laughter, and excited whispers. But now, in this quiet moment, your heart beats steady and sure.

Kelvin knocks once before stepping in, his smile widening the second he sees you. “Damn,” he exhales, shaking his head. “Look at you.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest spreads anyway. “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”

“Couldn’t help myself but wanting to see my future wifey,” he admits, stepping closer. His fingers trail lightly along your arm before he catches your hands in his. His gaze drops, and he stills.

“Wait, hold up,” he says, turning your hand slightly, eyes narrowing. “Are those my initials on your nails?” You bite your lip, trying not to grin. “Is it ? I don’t know, let’s look together and find out.” You say sarcastically, playing dumb.

He tilts his head, lips parting in quiet wonder before his face breaks into a slow, proud smile. “Nah, you didn’t.”

“sure did,” you tease, wiggling your fingers slightly. The letters stand out—small, delicate, but undeniably there. His initials, painted onto your ring finger, just beside the diamond he placed there.

Kelvin chuckles, shaking his head. “Oh, you really my wife for real now.” You laugh as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the tiny letters. “I’ve been your wife,” you remind him. “This is just extra.”

“Extra as hell,” he agrees, but the way he looks at you is nothing but soft admiration. “And I love it.”

He kisses you then, slow and lingering, a promise pressed against your lips. And for a moment, there is nothing but the two of you, wrapped in the certainty of forever.

"Go before someone sees you," you say, caressing his jaw softly.

"Girl don’t nobody will-"

"I know I’m not hearing Kelvin’s voice in here !" You hear your sister say as you looked in Kelvin’s eyes, slapping the back of his head with an "I told your ass not to come in here" type of look.

But yeah, you’re a wife now.

Let me cook !! I hope you’ll like ! (I felt free to add smut to it because why notttt)

aaron pierre x actress!reader

Warnings : +18 (MDNI), nasty smutty, established relationship, jealousy, cranky reader

It’s been a long day for both of you. The set was chaotic, the director demanding, and the long hours had made you cranky. But what truly sent your heart spiraling was the news you’d just heard.

Your man had to kiss another woman for a scene in his movie. You hadn’t meant to overhear the conversation, but as you stood in the doorway of his trailer, the words hit you like a ton of bricks. Your stomach twisted, your chest tightened. You knew it was part of his job, but that didn’t stop the jealousy that clawed at you, irrational but raw.

Now, sitting in his car, you can barely look at him. The tension between you two is palpable, and the silence is thick, uncomfortable.

Aaron looks over at you, his jaw clenched, but his eyes soft. “Baby, talk to me. I don’t like when you’re like this.”

You scoff, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, staring out the window. “Like what?”

He takes a breath, turning fully towards you now. “You’re upset. I can tell. I don’t know why, but I can feel it.” You huff, shaking your head, but you can’t hide the hurt in your voice. “I just… I don’t get why you had to kiss her. I know it’s your job, but—”

His hands fly up in frustration, but not in anger. It’s more like he’s frustrated at himself for making you feel this way. “No, listen to me, okay? That kiss meant nothing. Nothing at all.”

“I know it was just acting,” you say, voice small. “But still… You kissed her. I don’t know if my weak ass can handle that."

He reaches over and gently places his hand on your knee, his touch warm and grounding. “Baby, I’ve been kissing you for years. There’s only one person who has my heart, and that’s you. No matter what’s in the script, no matter what I have to do on set, you’re the one I’m coming home to.”

You glance at him, searching his face, looking for any sign of insincerity. But all you see is love. His eyes are soft, pleading, and filled with everything you need to hear.

“And I’m sorry I made you feel this way,” he continues, his voice low. “You mean everything to me. I’m not going anywhere, and I don’t want anyone else.”

Tears start to sting your eyes as his words hit you. Slowly, you reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “I’m sorry, too papa,” you whisper, gently playing with his fingers. “I didn’t mean to be jealous like this. I just… I love you so much. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching you like I do.”

Aaron leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “And you never will. Because no matter what, it’s you and me. Always.”

Now, as the rest of the trip was quiet, the only audible sound being the radio, you thought things had calmed down between you. How wrong you were. You didn’t even the time to step out of your shoes that aaron took you to y’all’s bedroom.

"Aaron- what are you doing ?" You asked, following him as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

The tension between y’all thickened, and even if the only source of light in the room was the sunset’s, you could still see aaron slightly tightening his jaw as he looked down at you.

It was like he was actually realizing just how deeply all of this was affecting you. He pulled you closer to his, brushing his lips against your ear. " I’m sorry you felt that way. I need to show you you’re the only one who can have me.”

He never actually felt like this, never been the object of one’s jealousy. But this was nice —apart from the part where it makes you upset– it made him feel even more connected to you.

That’s how he now had you wrapped in his body, almost in his skin. His dick was buried in you so deep, but his fingers were so delicate on your skin, his kisses so gentle. "Papa is so sorry for making you jealous baby, will you forgive him ?" He asks as he fucked himself into your sweet pussy. You felt so good around him, your hips grinding to try to meet his.

"haa– fuck !"

"C’mon tell me bub. You forgive me ?" He asks again, lips against your shoulder. You whine softly, trying to push back against him.

"Yeah baby, you’re forgiven- mh !" You whine. Aaron chuckles a bit before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, he is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. your head dropping to the pillow below you as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear him groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." He praises you, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"Oh my— why are you fucking me like this ?..feels so good.."

"I wish you could see this baby." He praises again through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. "I’m yours baby, take your dick."

You needed this so bad and you actually loved the fact that you were the only one who could give him this type of relief.

Yours yours yours yours yours. he was yours.

Your forehead presses against the bed, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time aaron hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, almost making you feel lightheaded.

"Please make your pussy cum papa, im so close." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and aaron holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when his hand actually snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Papa this dick feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. "Nah, this is your dick baby, say it."

"My dick—It’s mine, mine, mine." You repeat mindlessly, pleasure taking over you. "shit, I love you too baby." He answers.

Aaron loved when he could reduce you to incoherent words and disconnected statements because of him. slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falls open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and he can only offer a few more sloppy thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum.

chest heaving from the exertion, aaron feels more relaxed than he has all day. There's a small smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the sheets.

"Are you okay bub ?" You hear, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face. "I’m sorry i got cranky over this, I love you."

"That’s okay mama. I understand you, but I want you to know I’m yours, only yours."

Let me cook girl 😎 thanks for your request baby ❤️❤️

aaron pierre n kelvin harrison jr x actress!reader

you’re a nervous little thing…

warnings : dissociation

Press days are nothing new. You’ve done this a hundred times before—same routine, different city. Bright lights, velvet chairs, a round of staged laughs and knowing glances. Kelvin cracking jokes, Aaron making effortless comebacks, you sitting between them, playing the perfect balance to their chaos. It’s familiar. Easy.

But today, something feels off.

You’re aware of the cameras, the energy of the room, the way your dress sits against your skin—but it all feels distant, like you’re watching from somewhere outside yourself. Your hands won’t stay still, fingers brushing over the fabric of your dress, tapping against your knee, pressing against your rings. The voices around you sound far away, the world slightly out of sync.

Then you feel something. Aaron shifts beside you, the movement so small it’s barely noticeable, but suddenly his knee is pressed lightly against yours. But it his his hand that makes you aware of what you were doing. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t make a show of it, just lets the warmth of his hand seep into you like an anchor.

A beat later, Kelvin exhales through his nose, almost like a sigh, and leans back in his chair, arms resting on the armrests—but one of them, the one closest to you, brushes against your own. The weight is barely there, just the slightest pressure of skin against skin, but it’s intentional.

You breathe in slowly, focusing on that—on them. On the way their presence feels steady, how they’ve closed in around you just enough to remind you that you’re not drifting alone.

“You good?” Kelvin’s voice is low, casual enough that no one else would catch the concern tucked beneath it.

You nod, just once. He doesn’t push. Neither does Aaron. But they don’t move away either.

The interviewer shifts in her seat, oblivious. “So, let’s talk about the chemistry between you three, because it’s insane in this film,” she says, laughing. “Was that something you had to work on, or was it natural?”

Aaron tilts his head slightly, smirking. “I mean, that’s all her. I think she is what makes us look and feel so real.” He nods in your direction. “She makes it easy.”

Kelvin hums in agreement. “Yeah, don’t let her fool you. She’s got people thinking we were actually in love out here.”

You huff a small laugh, trying to shake the fog in your head. “You two were just as bad.”

Aaron turns toward Kelvin with a knowing look. “I did catch you staring a few times.”

Kelvin scoffs. “Excuse You, you were the one looking at my mouth every other scene.”

Aaron raises a brow. “Because you wouldn’t stop licking your lips.” Kelvin gestures toward you. “Well, she kept whispering in my ear, so how was I supposed to focus?”

You blink at him. “That was literally in the script.”

Aaron exhales dramatically. “Didn’t have to say it like that, though.” Kelvin hums. “Yeah, some of those lines felt… personal.”

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You two are ridiculous.”

Aaron grins, shifting slightly so his elbow just barely nudges against yours. “And yet, you keep coming back.”

Kelvin leans in, voice dropping just enough that only you can hear. “You okay now?” You nod again. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Kelvin holds your gaze for a second longer before leaning back. Aaron doesn’t say anything, just taps his fingers lightly against your knee once—brief, barely noticeable—before returning his hand to his lap.

The conversation moves on, but the weight in your chest feels a little lighter. The moment the cameras stop rolling, Kelvin turns to you.

“You been doing that a lot lately,” he says, voice quieter now, more serious. Aaron is watching you too, brow slightly furrowed. “Spacing out like that.”

You hesitate, fingers grazing over the rings on your hand again. “It’s nothing. Just happens sometimes.”

Kelvin tilts his head. “You telling us that, or yourself?” You sigh, pressing your lips together. “Both ? I’m fine.”

Aaron doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push. Instead, he reaches out, smoothing the fabric of your sleeve, his touch light, absentminded. “You don’t have to go through it alone, you know.”

Kelvin exhales, shaking his head. “Yeah. Next time, just tap one of us or somethin’. Let us bring you back.”

You glance between them, their expressions soft, steady, patient. You nod. “Yeah.”

Aaron studies you for a second longer before giving a small, satisfied nod. Then, because he can’t not do it, he smirks. “Or, you know, you could just sit next to me all the time. Let me hold your hand before you start floating off somewhere.”

Kelvin scoffs. “Here he go.”

Aaron shrugs. “I’m just sayin’, I’m right here—”

Kelvin rolls his eyes. “And I’m right here. Not you trying to steal my shine,”

Aaron smirks, leaning in slightly. “Yeah, but she likes me better.” Kelvin huffs out a laugh, then turns to you, expression playful. “Is that true?”

You shake your head, smiling despite yourself. “I’m literally leaving.”

Kelvin grins. “Nah, we’re takin’ you to get food first.” Aaron hums. “Yeah, you definitely need to eat.”

You sigh, but there’s no real protest. “Fine.”

By the time you check your phone, Twitter is already spiraling.

“Kelvin and Aaron subtly closing in around her when she started dissociating… I need a moment.”

“No one’s talking about how Aaron just naturally reached for her hand without even looking? Hello???”

“Kelvin whispering ‘you okay now?’ with that serious look??? SIR, PLEASE.”

“They’re so soft with her but still manage to be the most unserious men alive. It’s unfair.”

Thank you for your request !!! Let me cook and I hope you’ll like it ❤️❤️

aaron pierre x wife!reader

folks discovering y’all are married with a baby on the way …

You’d been craving jollof rice all week, so naturally, you decided to make it and turn the process into a TikTok. Pregnancy cravings weren’t something to play with, and your audience always loved your cooking content anyway.

The video was perfect—vibrant colors, smooth transitions, and a warm, inviting voiceover walking your viewers through each step.

“Once the tomato base has reduced,” your voice explained as the pot of rich red sauce simmered on the screen, “you’ll add the parboiled rice and mix it thoroughly so it soaks up all that flavor—”

But right as you reached the next step, a familiar voice cut in. Deep, smooth, and unmistakably British. “That’s looking good, love. You saving me a plate, yeah?”

You could hear the smile in your voice as you replied, “Aaron, I’m recording.”

“And I’m hungry, girl,” he quipped, unfazed, clearly not realizing his voice had been picked up by the mic.

“I always save a plate for you baby,” you replied softly, with a little laugh, before continuing your voiceover like nothing happened.

At the time, you didn’t think much of it. Just another normal moment with your husband. You edited the video, uploaded it, and figured the focus would stay on the jollof rice. But your followers? They had other priorities.

The comments section was on fire within minutes.

#tiktok!comments

@ user 1 WAIT. Is that Aaron Pierre???

@user 2 Not this deep British voice interrupting mid-recipe… I KNOW THAT’S HIM.

@user 3 She said Aaron like it was casual. GIRL, WE KNOW.

@user 4 Y’all… she’s pregnant, cooking jollof, and married to Aaron Pierre? I’m logging off.

People began dissecting the video like detectives. The way your tone softened when you spoke to him, the casual back-and-forth, the fact that he felt comfortable interrupting at all—it all added up. By the end of the day, his name was trending, and everyone was convinced they’d cracked the case: not only were you married to the Aaron Pierre, but you were also having his baby.

The next morning, Aaron found out before you did. He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through TikTok, grinning like a kid. “Love,” he called out, “you’ve got to see this.”

You shuffled into the room, hand on your growing belly, already suspicious of the look on his face. “What now?”

He handed you his phone, showing an edit someone had made of your video. They’d slowed it down, isolated his voice, and overlaid the words NOT AARON PIERRE INTERRUPTING HER MID-JOLLOF in bold text.

“They’re really out here doing audio forensics,” you said, shaking your head with a laugh. Aaron smirked, leaning back as you sat beside him. “To be fair, they’ve got a point. Who wouldn’t want to know who’s eating that jollof?”

You shot him a playful look. “I was trying to focus on the recipe, and here you are soft-launching yourself as my husband.”

“Soft-launching?” He laughed. “I thought we were past the soft launch when you started wearing your ring in those videos.”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “I’m blaming you for this one. You couldn’t even let me finish the voiceover before talking about plates.”

“What can I say?” He rested his hand on your belly, his voice dropping to that teasing tone. “It smelled good, and I’ve got to look out for you and baby.”

By the end of the day, the internet had pieced together everything. Fans unearthed old TikToks where Aaron’s voice could be faintly heard in the background, and someone even pulled up an interview clip of him saying, “My wife makes the best jollof rice—and she’s pregnant, so I get even more of it.”

Your comments section was relentless:

@unknown 1. Black love, jollof rice, and a baby? Y’all won.”

@user 5 Imagine carrying Aaron Pierre’s baby AND making him jollof. Sis, you’re living my dream.

@unknown 2 She’s cooking for two, and Aaron’s eating for three. I’m obsessed with this family already.

That night, as you lay curled up on the couch together, scrolling through all the reactions, Aaron leaned down and kissed your temple. “I think they’re excited for us.”

You laughed softly, resting your hand over his on your belly. “I think they’re more excited for you.”

“Nah.” He smiled, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. “It’s us, love. It’s always us.”

aaron pierre x wife!reader

I love you but I hate when you… (reader is pregnant in this one)

The camera clicked on, showing you and Aaron sitting on the couch. You were practically glowing (thanks to the pregnancy hormones), while Aaron gave the camera a resigned, knowing look. “Alright,” you started, adjusting your phone. “We’re doing the ‘I love you, but I hate when…’ challenge.”

Aaron groaned dramatically, throwing his head back against the couch. “You’ve been waiting for this one, haven’t you?”

“Of course.” You grinned mischievously. “Okay, I’ll start. I love you, but I hate when you leave your cups everywhere. The bedside table, the couch, the bathroom sink—” Aaron’s head snapped up. “The bathroom sink?! Nah, now you’re just lying for content.”

“I am not lying!” you shot back, trying not to laugh. “You’ll leave tea in the cup for so long it becomes an actual science experiment!”

“It’s called letting the flavor marinate,” he said smugly, crossing his arms. "Marinate is crazy."

Aaron was already shaking his head, trying to fight the smile spreading across his face. “Fine, fine. My turn. I love you, but I hate when you ask me to taste-test your food when it’s still fresh out of the oven.”

You gasped. “Wow. I didn’t know you hated being part of the creative process.”

“No, what I hate is feeling like I’ve burned my taste buds off!” He leaned forward, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Baby, I’m all for supporting you, but how am I supposed to help when I can’t even taste anymore?”

“It’s part of the job,” you said, waving him off dramatically. “And you’re good at it. Next!”

“I love you,” you began, pausing for effect, “but I hate when you ‘borrow’ my bonnet and stretch it out.” Aaron’s jaw dropped. “Okay, now hold on! First of all, it’s not my fault I’ve got a big head.” He gestured at his head with both hands. “I’m working with dimensions, alright?”

“It’s not built for dimensions! And you don’t even need it.” you laughed. “It’s built for my hair. Now I need a new one!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said with mock seriousness. “But don’t act like I don’t look good in it.” You rolled your eyes, laughing, but before you could respond, Aaron smirked and went in for the kill. “Alright, I love you, but I hate when you hum while eating. Every bite. Every single bite.”

“First of all, I know you did not say that. That’s how you know the food’s good!” you said, glaring at him. “You should be flattered!”

“I was flattered the first three times,” Aaron replied, barely holding back his laughter. “Now I feel like I’m at a private humming concert every time we eat.”

“Wow. not the humming concert ! ”

He leaned forward, narrowing his eyes like he was about to say something serious. “I love you, but I hate when you’re stubborn about asking for help.”

Your expression softened. “That’s not fair. I’m not stubborn.”

“Babe.”

“Okay, maybe a little,” you admitted, rubbing your belly. “But you’re not exactly innocent. I love you, but I hate when you hog the duvet at night.”

“Me?” Aaron’s eyes widened. “Babe, you’re pregnant. You wrap yourself in it like a burrito.”

“It’s called survival.” The two of you dissolved into laughter again, and you leaned into him with a happy sigh. “Alright, jokes aside, I love you, but…”

Aaron tilted his head, smiling. “Go on.”

“I hate when you act like you’re not the sweetest man on Earth,” you said softly, a bit of shyness creeping into your tone. Aaron’s expression softened completely as he reached out and tucked a stray curl behind your ear. “That’s funny,” he said quietly. “Because I love you, and there’s not a single thing I hate about you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden sincerity. “You’re ruining the fun.”

“Can’t help it,” he said, kissing your temple. “You’re my favorite person, humming and all.”

#tiktok!comments

@user 1 NOT HIM RUINING THE CHALLENGE WITH PURE ROMANCE 😭.

@user 2 Can we talk about how he’s the duvet thief, though?

@user 4 Black love supremacy in its rawest form. I’m crying.

@user 5 Girl, drop the recipe for what made him talk like that.

kelvin harrison jr x actress!reader

we listen and we don’t judge …

The TikTok begins with Kelvin already recording, holding the phone way too close to his face. His mischievous grin is the first thing you see, and you can already tell he’s about to start some drama.

“Hey y’all, It’s your boy Kelvin, and we’re about to do the ‘We Listen and We Don’t Judge’ challenge. So, uh, we listen… and we don’t judge, right? Cool. Here’s mine : I might have tried on your wigs once or twice when you weren’t near.”

Your head whips around so fast you almost pull something. “Kelvin what the fuck” He bites his lip to keep from laughing, but his shoulders shake from trying to hold it in. “You said no judgment ! That’s the challenge!”

The camera now focusing on y’all’s feet, you snatch the phone out of his hand, scandalized. “First of all, this is not the challenge. Second, which wigs, Kelvin?!”

He raises his hands like he’s innocent. “Just the bob ones! I look good in a bob!”

You stare at him, speechless, while he’s cackling like he just won a prize. Finally, you roll your eyes and turn to the camera. “This man is deranged. I don’t even know why I agreed to this.”

Kelvin leans into the frame, still laughing. “We listen and we don’t judge, though!” You hold up a hand to stop him. “No, because you’re doing this all wrong. It’s supposed to be about quirky things you actually do, not whatever nonsense that just was.”

He smirks, leaning back into the couch. “I mean, technically, I do try on your wigs…”

“Kelvin, I’m serious,” you deadpan, narrowing your eyes at him. “Can you behave for one second?”

“Alright, alright,” he says, putting on an innocent face that you know is a complete lie. “Let’s do it your way.”

You sigh, refocusing the camera. “Okay, I’m starting this over because clearly, Kelvin can’t be trusted. Now, we’re doing the ‘We Listen and We Don’t Judge’ challenge, the correct way. Let’s go. Kelvin, start.”

Kelvin takes a deep breath, clearly trying to hide his smirk. “Alright. We listen, and we don’t judge… but the first time I saw you, I said ‘smash’ in my head.”

Your jaw drops as you stare at him in disbelief. “bro !” He throws his head back, laughing. “What? I’m just being honest! I mean, have you seen yourself?”

You try to hold back your laughter, shaking your head. “I can’t believe this man just said that on camera.”

“This is a safe space,” he replies, smirking. “No judgment, remember?”

“Fine,” you say, rolling your eyes but grinning. “We listen, and we don’t judge… but sometimes I purposely mess up my lines just so I can hear you repeat yours. Your accent is distracting.”

Kelvin stares at you, stunned, before breaking into a wide grin. “Wait—hold on. You’re telling me I’ve been messing up my takes because you can’t focus ? Are you not ashamed ?”

“I am really proud of myself when thinking about this,” you admit with a shrug. “It’s not my fault you sound good like that.”

Kelvin leans back, hand on his chest like you’ve wounded him. “You know what? I’m not even mad. That’s a compliment, low-key.”

“High-key,” you reply, smirking. Kelvin shakes his head, still smiling. “Alright, my turn. We listen, and we don’t judge… but I once told my mom you were my favorite co-star, and she called me out for blushing.”

Your eyes widen, and you laugh, covering your face. “Kelvin, stop! You’re lying”

“Im not, I’m just telling the truth,” he says, leaning closer to you. “Your turn.” You take a deep breath, pretending to think before confessing, “We listen, and we don’t judge… but sometimes I search myself on TikTok and click on edits of either myself or us because they’re so cute.”

Kelvin’s grin gets even wider. “You watch our edits?!”

“I do,” you admit, laughing. “Listen, they’re good! And honestly? The chemistry is undeniable.”

Kelvin smirks, clearly enjoying this. “See? Even the internet agrees we’re iconic.” The mood softens slightly as Kelvin says, “We listen, and we don’t judge… but sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough to show people how much I care about them. Especially you.”

You blink, surprised, before smiling warmly. “Look at him" you pout, your eyes glistening at him. "Kelvin, you’re one of the most thoughtful people I know.”

Kelvin looks at you, his grin softening into something genuine. “Alright, last one. We listen, and we don’t judge… but I think you’re one of my favorite people, and I don’t tell you that enough. Working with you on Mufasa was amazing, but getting to know you outside of all that? Even better.”

Your cheeks flush as you nudge him playfully. “Kelvin, you know what you’re doing. You’re never beating the allegations.”

“Let ‘em think what they want,” he says with a wink. The video ends with you both laughing as you lean into each other, the undeniable chemistry between you leaving the comment section in shambles.

#TikTok!Comments

@user 1 NOT HIM SAYING ‘SMASH’ I’M SCREAMING. 🫠

@user 2 The way they flirt so casually?? Get married already.

@user 3 Her admitting she searches their edits?? I’d do the same, sis.

@user 4 Kelvin really called her his favorite co-star, and I’m crying real tears.

@user 5 The chemistry is too real. aaron punching the air rn.

@user 6 They’re so natural with each other. This isn’t acting; this is love.

@The lion King Forget Mufasa. These two are the real stars.

aaron pierre x bestiegirlfriend!reader

warnings : +18 (MDNI), cheating (pls don’t do that), abusive relationship, smut

bestfriend!aaron who had been there since the beginning. He was your boyfriend’s bestfriend, his ride or ride and your man made it very clear that his opinion on you was really important as to where y’all’s relationship would go in the future.

bestfriend!aaron who found you breathtaking the first time your boyfriend introduced you to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were simply the most beautiful woman he has ever met.

bestfriend!aaron who overtime became your friend ! He was the kind of guy who always had your back, always stepped in when you needed a hand, even if it meant putting his own comfort aside. You respected him. You admired him for that.

bestfriend!aaron who actually is the first person in your inner circle to see through the cracks in your relationship—the ones your boyfriend had carefully kept hidden from the world. The controlling ways. The jealous outbursts. The subtle insults that no one else would catch, but Aaron did. He saw it all, even before you could admit it to yourself.

"I never realized how much potential you had. I guess you’re full of surprises" your boyfriend said once in front of aaron.

"I know you did not say that to her."

bestfriend!aaron who knew you better than anyone else. Better than your own boyfriend. He could read the exhaustion in your eyes, the way you’d shrink under your boyfriend’s touch.

bestfriend!aaron who saw red the first time he noticed bruises on you—ones that weren’t just physical. He wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t a fool. He’d been there when your boyfriend started to change, when the sweet moments turned into demands, when the love became a cage.

"What the hell is that ?" He would take your arm, inspecting the bad bruises it had on it.

You’d laugh it off, tell him it was fine, that everything was just a phase. And he’d nod, but you could see the hurt in his eyes. He knew the truth. And he wasn’t blind to the way your boyfriend treated you. It broke him, more than you realized.

bestfriend!aaron who did not sleep that night, wondering what he could do to put you out of this situation. He knew that the position you were in was difficult, and it actually hurt him that you were willing to stay.

bestifriend!aaron who never said anything, not outright, because he was your friend first.

bestifriend!aaron who would pull you aside and ask if you were really okay, if this was how you wanted your life to be.

bestfriend!aaron who overtime developed the habit of taking you aside each time he could to ask you if you were okay. He was almost becoming overwhelming but you knew he did this because he cared about you.

"you can always come to me if you need anything, you know that right ?"

"Thank you for being here. I appreciate you so much," you answered, going to give him a quick hug.

Bestfriend!Aaron who shows up uninvited once after your boyfriend storms out, jaw clenched, shoulders tight, pacing your tiny apartment like he’s got half a mind to go after the man who keeps hurting you.

“What’d he do this time?” he asks, voice low but tense, and when you avoid his eyes, he steps in closer, refusing to let you shrug it off.

Bestfriend!Aaron who grabs your chin gently but firmly when you try to deflect, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t give me that ‘it’s fine’ bullshit,” he says, his voice sharper than usual, but his thumb brushes soft circles on your jawline. “You deserve better than this, and you know it.”

and let me tell you that’s how this whole affair situation began.

Bestfriend!Aaron who’s always been too protective, who makes it his mission to remind you just how much better you deserve—especially when your boyfriend isn’t there to see. It’s in the way he’s always in your space, closer than he probably should be. In the way his eyes linger just a second too long when you’re not looking. And in the way his voice softens when he says your name, like he’s holding something back.

Bestfriend!Aaron who loses his restraint one night when you finally break, tears slipping down your face as you admit, “I don’t know how to leave.”

Bestfriend!Aaron who cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs, and whispers, “You don’t have to do it alone. I’m here. I’ve always been here.”

Bestfriend!Aaron whose lips find yours before either of you can think about the consequences. The kiss is soft at first, hesitant, like he’s testing the waters, but when you kiss him back, tugging him closer by the front of his hoodie, he can’t hold back anymore.

Bestfriend!Aaron who groans into your mouth when your hands slide up into his hoodie, tugging just enough to make his control snap. Who whispers your name like a prayer when he presses you back against the couch, his hands sliding up your thighs as he murmurs, “Tell me to stop, and I will. Just say the word.” But you don’t. You never would.

bestfriend!aaron who touches you like you were the rarest thing in the world. He takes his time kissing your body, tasting your skin with his mouth, he wants all of you.

And that’s how you found yourself moaning softly his name as he took your nipple in his mouth, making you arch against him.

bestfriend!aaron who tells you he wants to show you how pretty you are and how much love you truly deserve.

Bestfriend!Aaron whose lips trail down your body, leaving soft, burning kisses that make you shiver. His hands mapping every inch of your skin like he’s been dying to do this for years.

Bestfriend!Aaron who is whispering soft reassurances against your skin, but he’s not perfect. There’s a possessiveness in the way he grips your hips, the way he groans when you moan his name. “He doesn’t deserve you,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, as if he’s trying to etch the words into your soul.

Bestfriend!Aaron who makes you forget all the pain, all the fear, all the guilt, even if just for a little while. Who holds you close afterward, his hands trailing up and down your back as he promises, “You’re not going back to him. Not after this.” And for the first time, you believe it.

now having your back against his torso, you mindlessly listens to the sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis, your eyes closed. You could feel his dick all up in your stomach and as scary as it sounded, it felt too good.

"Talk to me baby, tell me how you feel."

"…Good.. you feel so good papa. Don’t stop."

bestfriend!aaron who knows he’s down bad. He can’t get enough of you, your body is too beautiful, your spirit too pure but your pussy ? That was his last straw.

"I can’t believe he had this pussy all for him but decided to throw it away.."

"Fuck- don’t talk about him ! He doesn’t compare."

"Yeah ?"

"…Yeah baby.."

lover!aaron who looks at you sleeping on his chest, wondering how someone could ever think about being mean to you.

lover!aaron who silently kisses your scares and bruises, promising himself he’ll never let anyone touch you like this again.

so sorry for the delay !!!! I felt free to begin the ask with an argument, I hope you’ll like it bb !

Aaron pierre x reader

warnings : argument, heavy make out session, sexy sexy

The argument had been brewing all day, and you’d finally had enough. Aaron leaned against the counter, his broad shoulders tense, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack. He hadn’t said much during dinner, just short responses and sharp glances, and you could only take so much of the passive-aggressive energy.

“Do you have a problem, Aaron?” you snapped, slamming the cabinet door shut after grabbing a glass. You filled it with water, taking a moment to steady yourself before you turned to face him. “You’ve been in a mood all damn day. If something’s wrong, just say it.”

He scoffed, a short, humorless sound that immediately set your teeth on edge. “It’s Aaron now ? It’s not like you’d actually listen, though, is it?” His British accent made the words sound calm on the surface, but the sharp edge in his tone cut deep.

You froze, your glass pausing halfway to your lips. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly what I said,” he bit out, his eyes narrowing as they met yours. “You’re always so quick to jump in with your opinions. Can’t ever just let me talk without getting defensive.”

A bitter laugh escaped your throat before you could stop it. “Defensive? Aaron, you barely talk at all. You shut down, brood, and act like I’m supposed to read your damn mind. And I’m the problem?”

“Because every time I try to tell you something, you act like it’s my fault for even bringing it up!” His voice rose slightly as he pushed off the counter, his tall frame towering over you now. “It’s exhausting. I’m trying to have a real conversation with someone who won’t even meet me halfway.”

Wow. Your eyebrows shot up, your anger rising with every word. “Meet you halfway?” You slammed the glass down on the counter. “You never say what’s on your mind, Aaron! You hold everything in, and then when you finally let it out, you act like you’re doing me a favor.”

“And you don’t make it easy!” he shot back, stepping closer. The heat in his voice was matched by the intensity in his eyes. “Every time we argue, it’s like you’re trying to win. You don’t even stop to think about what I’m saying. It’s always about proving a point with you.”

“Because you make me feel like I have*to,” you fired back, the words coming faster now, fueled by the frustration bubbling over. “You walk around with this whole ‘I’m too cool to care’ act, and then the second I call you out on it, you flip the script and make it about me!”

His nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling as he stared you down. The air between you was thick, electric, like a storm about to break. “You think I don’t care?” he said quietly, his voice low and dangerous. “You think I’m just walking around here not giving a shit about you, about us?”

“You sure as hell don’t act like it!” you shot back, your voice trembling now. “Half the time, I don’t even know what you’re thinking. You just shut me out, Aaron. And then you stand there and blame me for not knowing what’s going on with you.” There was a long pause, the two of you locked in a silent standoff. His jaw ticked as he stared at you, and you could feel your pulse pounding in your ears.

“You drive me mad,” he said finally, his voice rough. He took a slow step forward, his eyes locked on yours. “You push every single one of my buttons, and then you wonder why I can’t just sit here and smile like everything’s fine.”

“Maybe if you didn’t bottle everything up until you exploded, we wouldn’t have to argue like this,” you shot back, but your voice lacked the venom it had before. His presence was overwhelming, his warmth radiating off him as he closed the space between you.

“And maybe,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur as he stepped closer, “if you stopped trying to control every damn thing, you’d see how much I’m trying.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a single word out, his hands were on your waist, pulling you into him as his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hard, almost bruising, and it stole the breath right out of your lungs.

You froze for a moment, caught off guard, but then your body melted into his. Your hands gripped the front of his shirt, tugging him closer as the kiss deepened. His tongue slid against yours, hot and demanding, and a low groan rumbled in his chest when you tugged on his curls.

His hands slid down your waist to your hips, gripping tightly as he backed you against the counter. His body pressed firmly against yours, and you could feel the heat of him, the hard lines of his chest and the way his muscles tensed under your touch.

“Baby,” you whispered when his lips left yours to trail down your jaw and to your neck. The soft scrape of his beard sent a shiver down your spine, and your head tilted back, giving him more access.

“I’m baby again now ? What do you want ?” he murmured against your skin, his hands slipping beneath your shirt to grip the bare skin of your waist. His thumbs stroked slow, teasing circles, and your breath hitched as you arched into him. “We’re still arguing,” you managed, though your voice came out shaky.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rough in your ear. “Doesn’t feel like it,” he muttered, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below your ear before biting down gently.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he lifted you onto the counter, his body slotting between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing your legs apart as his lips found yours again, this time slower, deeper, like he had all the time in the world.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard, his forehead resting against yours. His hands stayed on your thighs, warm and steady, grounding you.

“You make me crazy,” he admitted, his voice soft but raw. “You’re the one making me crazy,” you shot back, though your voice had no heat left.

His lips twitched into a small smile, his teeth still appearing as he leaned in, his breath brushing against your lips. “Guess we’re both mad, then.”

And as his lips met yours again, softer this time but no less consuming, the tension between you melted away, leaving only the heat of the moment and the undeniable pull between you.

sorry for answering this late 😩 but yes mwen sé an moun Gwada !!!!!!! my creole is sooooo rusty tho

so y’all can understand why there’s so many types of reader (African/caribbean etc…) I’m Congolese and Gabonese but also guadeloupean ! So it’s really important for me to represent each and every one of us and the beauty of our lands !

Representation is so important to me and let me tell you that you’ll see more of each and every type of reader I can think of ! so send request if you have ideas bb

sorry for the absence this week babies but college is already kicking my ass 💀 I made reader congolese bc my people need representation 😩 I really hope you’ll like it boo ❤️

FREE 🇨🇩

aaron pierre x african!reader

meeting your parents for the first time !

The late afternoon sun was beginning to sink below the horizon as Aaron pulled the car to a stop in front of your childhood home. The house looked exactly as you’d described it—modest but full of life, with vibrant flowers blooming along the walkway and the faint sound of Congolese rumba spilling from the windows. The smell of chicken maboke drifted through the air, and children’s laughter echoed from the backyard.

Aaron exhaled slowly, his hands resting on the steering wheel as he took it all in. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked, turning to you with a soft smile that didn’t quite mask the nerves in his eyes.

You reached over, lacing your fingers with his. “baby, my mom already loves you, and you haven’t even met her yet. Trust me. You’ve got this.”

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah you’re right.” You stepped out of the car, brushing the dust off your pretty dress as Aaron followed, carrying the bouquet of lilies he’d picked out earlier that morning. Before you could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal your mother, dressed in a bright pagne dress that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. Her sharp eyes swept over Aaron, assessing him in an instant.

“Mama, that’s aaron,” you said, your voice light but steady.

Aaron stepped forward, his deep voice warm and careful. “Mama, nazali na esengo mingi ya kokutana na bino.”

Your mother’s brows lifted in surprise, her lips curving into a smile. “Eh, boye ! You speak Lingala ?”

Aaron gave a modest shrug, glancing at you. “𖤓 been teaching me.”

“She’s teaching you well,” your mother said, stepping aside to let you both in. “Landà ngai ! Come in.”

The inside of the house was exactly as Aaron had imagined—cozy and full of life, with framed photos on every wall and the scent of freshly fried mikate wafting from the kitchen. Your younger cousin peeked out from behind the doorframe, giggling as they sized him up.

“Are you taller than Uncle Robert ?” One of your little cousins asked, his head tilted back to look up at Aaron. He crouched slightly, his smile kind. “I don’t know. How tall is Uncle Robert ?”

“Very tall,” your cousin declared, spreading his arms wide.

Aaron chuckled, glancing at you. “Then I guess I’ll have to meet him to find out.”

Your mother reappeared with a tray of warm mikate and a small bowl of peanut sauce, setting it down on the low wooden table in front of Aaron. “Try this, my son,” she said, watching him expectantly.

Aaron didn’t hesitate, picking up one of the golden, soft pieces and dipping it into the sauce. He took a bite, his eyes widening slightly as the flavors hit his tongue. “This is incredible,” he said sincerely, looking at your mom.

Your mom nodded, clearly pleased, but her tone turned serious as she settled into the chair across from him. “So, Aaron, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

You groaned softly, covering your face with your hands. “Mama, vraiment ?”

Aaron didn’t miss a beat. He met your mother’s gaze, his voice steady. “My intentions are serious, Mama. I care deeply for 𖤓. She’s… everything to me.” Your mother studied him for a long moment before her face softened. “Eh, tala ye. We’ll see,” she said, reaching for a piece of mikate herself.

The tension eased as the evening wore on. At one point, your mom pulled Aaron into the kitchen under the pretense of needing help with the pondu. You stayed in the living room, laughing with your siblings, but your ears were trained on their conversation.

“So, you love my daughter?” your mom asked, her voice light but pointed. “Yes mama, I really do,” Aaron replied without hesitation, his smile never leaving his face.

“Then you must learn more Lingala !” she said. “What will you say to the aunties ? To the elders ?”

Aaron’s laughter was soft and genuine. “Then you’ll have to teach me, Mama.” When your mother laughed in return—a rare sound that filled the house with warmth—you knew he had passed her test.

Later in the evening, after the meal had been shared and stories exchanged, the living room came alive with music. Your cousins moved the chairs aside to create space, and someone turned up the volume on a familiar mutuashi song.

You tried to resist when your aunt tugged you to the center, trying to put a pagne on your hips, but it was no use. Laughter bubbled from your lips as the rhythm of the drums filled your chest. You let the music take over, your hips swaying in perfect time, your movements fluid and full of joy.

Aaron watched from the couch, his eyes fixed on you, captivated. You looked radiant, surrounded by your family’s laughter and applause, your smile wide and uninhibited. In that moment, you were home—completely in your element—and he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

One of your sister noticed his expression and nudged him. “She’s beautiful, eh?”

Aaron didn’t even look away as he answered, his voice soft. “She’s incredible.”

When the song ended, you returned to his side, your cheeks flushed and your breath quick. “What ?” you asked when you saw the way he was looking at you.

He shook his head, his smile tender. “Nothing. Just… you.”

As the evening wound down, your mom pulled you aside while Aaron helped your siblings clean up. “He’s a good man,” she said simply, her tone carrying the weight of her approval.

“I know,” you said, smiling.

When it was time to leave, your mom handed Aaron a container of leftovers and patted his arm. “Come back soon my son,” she said. “I will, Mama !” he promised, his voice warm and sincere.

As the two of you drove away, the house fading in the rearview mirror, Aaron reached over to take your hand. “Your family is amazing,” he said softly.

“They really like you,” you replied, leaning into his shoulder.

“I’m glad,” he said, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Because I’m planning on being part of it.”

And in that moment, with the warmth of your family still lingering in the air, you knew he already was.

melo’s vocab !

mama, nazali na esengo mingi ya kokutana na bino — mom, I’m really happy to meet you

boye — like that

mama vraiment ? — mom really ?

Tala ye — look at him

Landà ngai — follow me

Let me cook for my boy kelvin bc I feel like there’s not enough light on him 💔 hope you’ll like it !

kelvin harrison jr x soon-to-be-wife!reader

boyfriend!kelvin who realize he was in love when you called him out on never letting you hold the aux in the car. He tried to act unbothered, but the way you went from R&B classics to afrobeats without skipping a beat ? Yeah, you had him wrapped.

boyfriend!Kelvin who saved the movie ticket stub from your first date and still keeps it in his wallet. not because he’s sentimental (or so he claims)—but because he remembers you saying, “This was fun, we should do it again,” and it was the first time he knew he wanted a future with you

boyfriend!kelvin who really knew you were the one the first time he saw you rolling your eyes at him in the middle of an argument over something dumb he said. He didn’t even care what the argument was about anymore ; all he could think was how good you looked when you weren’t afraid to check him.

"Kelvin, you’re being ridiculous."

"Ridiculous? I’m just saying—"

You cut him off with a sharp, exaggerated sigh, hands on your hips, eyes rolling so hard he thought they’d get stuck. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”

boyfriend!Kelvin who always goes the extra mile to take care of you. Like the time you called him late at night, exhausted from a long day, and said you didn’t feel like cooking. He showed up an hour later with your favorite takeout, no questions asked.

"You didn’t have to do this," you said, already halfway through a bite.

"Yeah, I know," he replied, watching you with that soft smile he always saved just for you. “But I wanted to.”

boyfriend!kelvin who started thinking about proposing the night you stayed up late to braid his hair after his hairstylist canceled last minute. 

It wasn’t just the way your fingers worked through his hair so gently, or how you teased him about being tender-headed—it was the way you stayed even though you were tired, the way you hummed under your breath, the way you kissed his forehead when you were done and said, “Alright, you’re handsome again now, babe.” That night, as you dozed off on his chest, it hit him : you weren’t just his girlfriend. You were home.

boyfriend!kelvin who spent months secretly planning the proposal, even though you always told him you didn’t need anything “extra.” He wanted it to be perfect. So he ran through ideas—rooftop dinners, big family surprises, even hiring a photographer—but nothing felt right. nothing felt like you. It wasn’t until he remembered how much you loved watching the sunset that it clicked.

boyfriend!kelvin who practiced what he was going to say in front of the mirror for weeks.

"Alright, so… 'You mean everything to me, and I can’t imagine a life without you'—nah, too corny."

He groaned, running a hand down his face.

"baby, you good?" you shouted from the other room.

"Yeah, just… talking to myself !" he yelled back, quickly shoving the ring box into his pocket.

boyfriend!kelvin who spent the whole day of the proposal lowkey freaking out. He kept pacing around the house, double-checking the ring in his pocket, texting Aaron for emotional support. But when he saw you getting ready for your little “date by the beach,” looking effortlessly beautiful in a way that only you could, he calmed down.

girlfriend!reader who side-eyed him the entire day because something was off. Why was he acting so weird ? Why was he being so extra sweet and nervous at the same time ? And why did he keep checking his watch like y’all were late for something ? But even as you clocked him, you didn’t push too hard. kelvin always had a way of surprising you.

"kelvin it’s either you tell me what’s wrong or I’m going crazy. I don’t like it when you’re like this, baby."

"girl can you wait for a second ? Damn."

boyfriend!kelvin who almost forgot what he planned to say when he dropped to one knee and saw your face—eyes wide, lips parted in surprise, your whole energy shifting in a way that made his heart skip. But then he remembered why he was doing this. He remembered all the quiet moments, all the laughs, all the times you had his back without him having to ask.

“It’s you,” he said, his voice steady even as his hands shook. “It’s always been you and I want that to be forever. Will you marry me ?”

girlfriend!reader who frozes for a second, your mind racing. But when you looked down at him—his smile nervous but sure, his eyes locked on yours like you were the only person who mattered—you knew your answer before the words even left your mouth.

“Yes,” you whispered, then louder said : “i wanted to be your wife the moment you took me back home on our second date.”

boyfriend!Kelvin who slid the ring onto your finger with a grin so wide it almost made you blush, then pulled you into his arms like he couldn’t believe you were really his.

fiancé!Kelvin who won’t stop saying, “You stuck with me now,” every time you try to tease him about how nervous he was that day.

kelvin Harrison jr x crush!reader

warning : +18 (MDNI), first time sex, protected sex (stop being careless), inspired by this blurb and this ask

"That smell.." The smell of something incredible drifted into Kelvin’s apartment, accompanied by the sound of lively salsa music bleeding through the shared wall. He smiled to himself, recognizing it immediately as yours. It wasn’t the first time you’d filled the evening with your impromptu kitchen concerts, and usually, he’d let you enjoy your fun from a distance. But tonight though ? Tonight, something was different.

He softly knocked on your door, still dressed in his sweats and hoodie, though his signature grin was fully in place. When you answered, wearing an pink apron tied over a simple tank top and shorts, your face slightly flushed from the heat of the kitchen, he could have sworn the air grew warmer.

“Smells amazing in here,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “What are you making?”

"I know you’re not in my business, kelvin." You teased before stepping aside, letting him in with a playful smile. “Arroz con gandules. I had a craving.”

“And the music?” he teased, nodding toward the speaker blasting Marc Anthony. “Cooking fuel?”

“Always,” you replied, turning back to the stove. “What’s the point of cooking if you’re not dancing, too?”

Kelvin chuckled, watching you sway your hips as you stirred the pot. The rhythm of the music seemed to flow through you effortlessly, and he found himself inching closer, his hands itching to reach for you.

“Okay,” he said after a moment, his voice carrying a playful challenge. “If you’re going to dance, at least let me join.”

You turned off the stove before turning to him, eyebrows raised. "You?" You laugh. "You know how to dance salsa ?"

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he said, taking your hand without waiting for an answer. “Come on. Show me what you’ve got.”

Laughing, you let him pull you into the middle of your kitchen. His grip was warm and sure as he guided you into the rhythm, his steps steady, though not as fluid as yours. You couldn’t help but laugh again as he stumbled slightly, his focus split between the music and the way your body moved against his.

“You’re not bad,” you teased, your hands resting on his shoulders as his found your waist. “Not bad?” Kelvin repeated, his voice dipping lower. “I think I’m holding my own just fine.”

His grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer as the music slowed. The playful atmosphere shifted, the heat between you suddenly more tangible. Your breath hitched as his dark eyes held yours, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

“You know,” he said softly, his voice barely audible over the music, “you make it really hard to stay in my apartment when you’re in here doing… all this.”

“What’s all this?” you asked, your voice light but breathless. “The cooking. The dancing.” His thumb brushed against your waist, his touch deliberate. “The way you look at me.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words got stuck in your throat when he leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was as soft as it was certain. Your hands slid up his chest instinctively, your fingers curling into his hoodie as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

The music faded into the background as Kelvin walked you backward toward the couch, his hands never leaving your waist. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it is.” you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He kissed you again, hungrier this time, his hands sliding under your tank top to skim over the bare skin of your back. Your body pressed into his as his touch grew bolder, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing path along your sides.

Somehow, you ended up on the couch, kelvin leaning over you as his kisses trailed down your neck. His hoodie had been tossed aside, and your tank top soon followed, leaving you exposed to the warmth of his hands and the heat of his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe as his lips moved lower, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your collarbone, your chest and down to the curve of your waist.

Your hands found their way on his head, holding the nape of his neck gently as he explored your beautiful body with a careful intensity. He took his time, his movements deliberate and attentive, like he wanted to memorize every little sound you made, every way you reacted to his touch.

When you reached for him, pulling him back up to kiss him, he let out a low groan, his control slipping just slightly as his body pressed into yours. The heat between you was almost overwhelming, the tension building as his hands slid down your thighs, hooking them around his waist.

“Tell me you want me to stop, and I’ll stop” he said, his voice strained as he paused, his forehead resting against yours. “I don’t want you to stop, kel,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

He kissed you again, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you closer, his body moving against yours with an intoxicating mix of control and urgency. The world outside your apartment seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the sound of your breathing, and the steady rhythm of your bodies moving together.

Soon after you found yourself on top of him, straddling his thighs while you were ridding him. Head in his neck, his hands were all over you, clinging to your thigh to help you get down on him. "You’re so perfect, baby." He kisses your shoulder, one hand going to hold one of yours.

You whine a bit, trying to pull away because of how overwhelmed you already felt. "Nah, where are you going, don’t run from me baby." He said, now thrusting his hips up, matching your movements. "Shit, I feel you all up in my stomach baby. How the fuck do yo-" You moan, your head going backwards. "Yeah ?"

"Yeah."

Kelvin’s view was a sight to see. To be able to have you in such a vulnerable position was something he would never take for granted. He dreamed of this moment, where he could have you looking all pretty while being filled by his dick, your lips all up on his brown skin, moaning incomprehensible things.

Kelvin brushed a strand of your silk press from your shoulder, his lips curving into a soft smile as he tells you, “That might’ve been the best dance of my life, pretty.”

And as you arched into his arms, your heart still racing as you were almost there, you couldn’t help but agree.

this was really the best dance ever.