Hi! I'm not sure if you're taking requests but i wanted to ask if you could write one with Pedro where they're dating but reader is not famous, she is actually a young artist that runs a small business on Instagram. And everyone is shocked that he's with her, but he is so proud of being her boyfriend and is VERY supportive of her both in private and in public. That's, thank you 😊💕
the actor and the artist - pedro pascal x artist! female reader
Summary: you’re hosting your first ever art show and the paparazzi make you wonder if you’re good enough.
Word Count: 1.4K
Content Warning: age gap relationship, insecure reader.
Note: I fking love this request @rosaliedepp *kisses your forehead* I hope you love it. 🫶🏼💜
You remember where you first started, selling your artwork on Etsy, your prices were so cheap they undermined the hours of hard work, pain, sweat and tears that went into them, still you only managed to sell 3 works in about 12 months, you were stumped. Feeling like you should just give up, like it was a lost cause and your art wasn’t really as good as you originally thought it was. Until it happened.
You thought it was a scam at first, these scammers were getting crafty these days and the Pedro Pascal, messaging you on Etsy wanting a custom piece? Come on, didn’t seem likely and you weren’t stupid. You remember asking him to DM you on Instagram, his offical page, giving the email your username on Insta and within minutes receiving a direct message from the Pedro Pascal’s offical Instagram page that at the time, had 2.4 million followers, the white tick surrounded by the blue circle was confirmation it was really him and not some bot, or scammer.
He had been generous in his compliments on your works, even suggested making a business Instagram account to gain more traction, within the hour of messaging he had placed an order and left a very generous tip, he had even followed you and kept in contact regularly upon the arrival of his artwork, you figured it was because he didn’t trust you after he had sent that much money.
It was the opposite of what you thought that kept him talking with you, he thought you were sweet, talented and had real potential and knew he could help you where you needed it; not lacking in talent but recognition. If people actually saw your artwork, people would buy them. And they did, once they saw that Pedro had uploaded an image of your artwork in his house, that he followed you, your page blew up overnight, and you had Pedro to thank for it.
Which leads you to the present, two years later and 12 months of you two officially being a couple, even though things were fairly ‘new’ for the two of you, people had suspected things had been going on for longer. People of course had said their two cents online and you opted to ignore it.
Here you were in the cold evening of New York City, in a gallery room that was cleared just for your artwork, which would be showcased then auctioned, you had heard some big names were invited, ones in which you were terrified to see, let alone meet.
“You doing okay sweetheart?” Pedro’s voice scared you, pulling you back to reality as the room was half filled with people, something you’d failed to notice in your dissociative state. You offer him a smile as he hands you a glass filled with champagne.
“A bit nervous, hoping this will help.” You take a sip, your red lipstick that matches your ruby red silk, spaghetti strap dress, smears on the rim of the glass, you clutch your purse as a last resort for stress relief, feeling the tension build as more people arrive.
“I’m shitting myself, what if they don’t sell, what if they don’t like it? What if they don’t like me?” Your rambling makes Pedro chuckle, he steps towards you, his matching burgundy suit presses against your dress clad skin. His free hand caresses your hand and your hair tickles his fingers as you lean into him.
“They’ll be stupid not to love you, or your artwork. You’ve got this sweetheart.” You look at the genuine look on his face and can’t help but fall in love all over again, this man was truly a blessing in your life.
“You’re right, I’m powerful and wonderful and a fucking great artist. To us baby.” You clink your glasses together before throwing your head back, swallowing the liquid for courage before walking to the stage that had a microphone and your most iconic artwork on the wall behind you.
You’re standing in front of dozens of well known celebrities, but the champagne gives you the courage to smile at them as they watch you with wondering eyes. “Thank you all so much for joint us this evening. It’s truly an honour to host this event and to have you all here. Just a reminder that 35% of all purchases goes to the highest sellers choice of charity.”
The group cheer as you welcome them, pleased by your selflessness to give away money to donate to charity, Pedro is standing by himself off to the left of the stage and you give him a sweet smile.
“I wouldn’t be here without my biggest supporter, he’s changed my life for the better. This is the biggest moment of my life and thank you all for joining me along on this journey. The auction begins in 15 minutes so please don’t go anywhere. Stay and enjoy as long as you like, have a wonderful evening everyone.”
The applause goes straight to your head, people clapping and cheering for you as you walk off the stage, meeting Pedro at his side and giving him a kiss on the cheek, he doesn’t mind that you leave a lip shaped lipstick stain on his skin.
The auction is intense, your latest piece was the biggest success, it was sold for $360,000. That to you, was insane, you had earned that much money on one artwork. The years of hardworking was finally coming to pay off, not to mention one charity of a buyers choice was going to have received a very hefty donation.
“I can’t fucking believe it, that was insane. Thank you so much for coming with me, I couldn’t have done it without you.” You muse as you’re locking up the store, Pedro blushes at your compliment. “You did this all yourself sweetheart, money can’t buy talent.”
You shiver as the cold air hits your bare shoulders, the skin forming goosebumps immediately, your teeth are chatting at the freezing temperatures, curing yourself for not bringing a jacket. Pedro takes off his suit jacket, leaving him in his long sleeve-white button up dress shirt as he wraps the jacket around you, the smell and warmth of him bring you back to reality. The warmth holds you in its grasp.
“You didn’t have to do that, thank you.” You look up at him, thankful for the kind gesture. “Of course I did sweetheart, let’s get you home.” The perfect moment between you was spoiled as you see and hear paparazzi come swarming and shouting in your direction, probably after seeing the event posted online.
“Hey Pedro Pascal! What’s it like dating someone not talented on your level? Is it because you want a normal life?” The man snaps pictures of you and Pedro together, holding hands and Pedro shielding you from the cameras as the flash is blinding you.
“She is more talented than me. She’s an incredible artist, not that I have to justify it. Please leave us alone we’re very tired.” Pedro takes your hand and you try to walk away to get to his car which was parked right outside of the gallery, was it a good idea, no. Was it convenient, yes.
“What’s it like dating someone significantly younger, do you think she’s dating you for the money?” Pedro opens your door and puts your seatbelt on for you, before shutting the door and turning to the men following him.
“She’s the most genuine person I’ve ever met, not that it’s any of your business. Goodnight.”
He turns and makes his way to the car, starting it and driving off away from the flashes that blinded his eyes only moments ago. He notices you’re quiet, too quiet.
“Are you okay?” He seemed to be asking that a lot lately.
“I don’t know. They’re just mean, I love you Pedro, I do. I just don’t know how you deal with that- it’s so invasive and just horrible the things they’re saying about me, about us.”
His hand rubs your bare knee as he drives, his eyes not leaving the road until he comes to a red light mere streets from your shared apartment, “don’t listen to a word they say. They’re just looking for a reaction. If you’re happy then we’re good. I know I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with you.”
“You always know the right things to say Pedro.”
“I gotta keep my girl happy, don’t I?” You can’t help but smile at the comment, he truly was a blessing.
Warnings: breeding/pregnancy kink, SMUT, cussing, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up)
Requested?: Yes from this ask - I’d love to request a smutty fic with Pedro where he has a breeding/pregnancy kink... thanks for the amazing content!!!
Author’s note: enjoy!
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Pedro knew bringing you along with him to Oscar and Elvira’s was the right decision. He couldn’t contain the excitement he felt when he watched you talk and smile with Eugene. Thoughts of having the sounds of little feet running in your shared townhouse drove him crazy.
You two had talked about the future a lot lately, especially with Oscar and Elvira welcoming their second born.
“I want children Y/N,” Pedro had said on the subway ride over.
You had looked at him and smiled. “I do too Pedro,” you had bitten your lip then said, “but are we really ready to bring another life into the world?”
Pedro had smiled, brushed his lips across yours. “I would love a little you who has me wrapped around her finger. Just like her mom. I’d love a son who takes after my good looks and charms his way out of every situation and makes his mother melt and give in to what he wants. I want kids with you. I want a family with you.”
Now Pedro watched as you take the newest family member and hold him in your arms. Pedro couldn’t wait to get you home, impregnate you, and watch as your belly grew.
You smile down at the warm bundle of joy. He’s tiny, precious, adorable. A wave of baby fever suddenly hits you dead on. You look over at Pedro who’s eyeing you with his eyes and wide smile. You see him laugh quietly and return his attention to Eugene.
“Ready to have one?” Elvira asks.
“Huh?” You answer absentmindedly. You then process what she asked. “Maybe.”
Elvira smiles, “you and Pedro are wonderful as an aunt and uncle. You’ll make amazing parents!”
You reach out with a finger towards the newborn. He grabs your finger and smiles. Baby fever is flowing through your body.
Pedro sees the look you are giving him. One of pure joy, and lust. One of maybe him and you would be great parents, raising a kid of your own like Oscar and Elvira were doing with their two boys.
After dinner, you and Pedro excuse yourselves and return to your shared bedroom. Both of you scrambling to get rid of each other’s clothing as you make your way from the front door to your bedroom.
Pedro is between your legs, he’s ready to put his hard cock inside of you. He’s looking down at you with those beautiful brown eyes. He leans down and brushes his mouth against yours. “Ready to make a baby?”
You wrap you arms around him and nod. “Yes. I’m ready if you are.”
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Two months later you are standing at the kitchen counter waiting for the coffee to finish brewing when the smell hits your nose and makes you cringe. Yet when it’s done you still pour yourself a cup, fixing it to your liking.
“Coffee’s ready,” you say towards the living room. You take a sip and instantly spit it out.
“What’s wrong?” Pedro asks as he walks in.
“I don’t know,” you shrug. “The smell made me cringe, the taste is just, uh, seems awful.”
Pedro smiles as he pours a cup, “my sister hated the smell of coffee when she was…,” Pedro pauses and looks at you.
“What?” You ask with a raised brow.
Pedro puts the cup back down. “She hated the smell of coffee when she was pregnant.”
You swallow. You and Pedro had been screwing each other’s brains out since the day you had spent with Oscar and Elvira, along with their two sons. You then try to recall when your last period was.
“What?” Pedro asks at the worried look you have.
“I’m late too.” You mumble out.
Pedro wraps you in his arms. “We wanted this.”
“I know Pedro.” You inhale his fresh launder smell. “But we won’t know till I get a pregnancy test then double check with the doctor.”
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Five months later you waddle into the bedroom and sit down on the bed. Your feet hurt, everything smelled horrible, and yet you still craved food like crazy.
You rub your belly, “why can’t you be here already?”
You lie back and close your eyes. Getting some rest before Pedro’s supposed to come back from filming in California.
When you open your Y/E/C eyes it’s dark outside but light floods through the open door. There’s a figure leaning against the doorjamb. You rub your eyes and once your vision comes into focus you realize it’s Pedro.
“Pedro?”
“Yes, mi hermosa amor?”
You half snort, half laugh. “I’m fat!”
“You’re pregnant Y/N,” Pedro walks into the room and sits on the bed. “You’re beautiful, glowing. Our kid is inside you mi amor.”
You pull his mouth down to yours and brush your lips against his soft mouth. His mustache tickles your skin. “I missed you,” you take his hand and place it on your swollen belly, “we missed you.”
Pedro places his head on your belly and listens. “I missed you too daughter. I missed your mom more though.”
“I still think it’s a boy.” You retort.
“No. A girl.” Pedro replies. “Javiera has boys, Oscar has boys. You and me, we’ll have a girl.”
“You seem confident about that. Maybe we should just go ahead and do a gender reveal.” You huff out.
You and Pedro agreed you wanted it to be a surprise and find out when your child entered the world.
“We promised one another to wait till the birth.” Pedro whispers as he nuzzles your neck and slips his hand down and under your sweats. He palms your core.
You moan, “you know you’ll always win the argument especially if you…,” your words stop as Pedro’s thumb begins circling your clit. “Oh god Pedro. Please.”
“Please what?”
He’s been gone for close to three months. You needed him, and you know he needs you too. “Make me cum. Please.”
Pedro places his mouth against yours then pulls back, “I’ve been waiting to take you with your swollen belly Y/N.”
You just need his mouth on you, his cock inside you. “Then take me Pedro.”
Pedro moans lowly as he jumps off the bed, stripping his clothes. He’s naked in under 30 seconds.
You scramble to get your sweatpants off and Pedro finishes taking them off before he kneels back on the bed and dips his head between your legs.
“Pedro,” you moan aloud as you feel his tongue lick up your folds.
His fingers open them more and his tongue begins circling your clit.
Your hands grasp the sheets on the bed as your orgasm rises quickly inside of you. He has been gone only a few months but it feels longer.
“Pedro,” you pant. “Oh—mmmm—fu—fuck!”
Pedro inwardly moans as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive nub. You’re sweet and he wants to drink you in as if he hasn’t had water for days.
Your toes curl as your orgasm crests. Then as it crashes you arch your back and moan loudly. “Fuck! Pedro!”
Pedro uses a free hand to hold still one of your legs as he continues lashing at your clit.
“Pe—Ped—Pedro!” You pant out loudly as another orgasm because cresting inside of you.
Pedro pulls away for an instant, “cum for me love. I’m hungry, and thirsty, for you.”
Goddamn!, you think. His words and his tongue returning to your clit send you over the edge again. “Pedro! Fuck!” Your hands grasp the sheets tightly.
Pedro feels your body convulse under his hand. He pulls away and a laugh rumbles low in his chest. “I was starving.”
“I am too,” you say as you sit up and take off your tank top. You reach down for his cock, but Pedro pushes you slowly back against the mattress as he kisses his way up your swollen belly.
His mouth moves between the valley of your breasts and he palms them both. “God, these have gotten bigger.”
You moan as he flicks one nipple then another. Your hands find his head and your fingers run through his soft hair.
“Y/N,” Pedro whispers.
Your too lost in the pleasure his tongue is giving you to say anything, you just hum a “mmhmm.”
“Let’s have two kids. I love your body like this.”
“Pedro,” you groan.
“I’ve always loved your body but you pregnant with our kid.” Pedro moans lowly, “does something else to me.”
“Pregnancy kink, huh?”
Pedro looks up at you and smiles. “Maybe.”
You roll your eyes and pull him up to you and brush your mouth against his. You shrug, “another kid? Maybe when this one is ten.”
“No.”
You nip at Pedro’s lips and laugh. “Five.”
“Good enough for me,” Pedro growls as he nuzzles your neck and runs his hand down your chest and over your swollen belly.
You push Pedro onto his back and nuzzle his long neck as your hand reaches down and strokes his cock. You straddle him and kiss your way down his chest and stomach. “I said I was starving too.”
You dip your head and engulf Pedro’s cock. Your hand wraps around the base while your other hand cups his ball sac.
“Fuck!” Pedro hisses. He reaches down and places his hands on your head as you begin moving up and down his cock.
You moan at his response; you’re also moaning because you haven’t had his cock in a few months. You missed sucking his cock, missed inside of you, missed feeling him up when he would sit with you on the couch, reading scripts, and eventually cave into you and your debauchery.
Your tongue swirls around the tip, before dipping down and taking his cock fully into your mouth again. You squeeze his ball sac again which makes his hands tighten on your head.
“Y/N!” Pedro moans loudly.
You release his cock and move back up his body. You straddle him as you take hold of his cock and slowly sink your pussy onto him.
His hands grasp your hips as you slowly lower yourself onto his hard cock. He feels your pussy clench tightly around him.
You begin rolling your hips slowly as Pedro thrusts up into you, making sure his cock his deep inside of your pussy.
“Yes,” Pedro moans, “yes.”
You riding him with your swollen belly has sent his body into overdrive and his orgasm is ramping up quickly.
“Keep going,” Pedro moans as his hands on your hips tighten.
You arch your back and moan. Your next orgasm is building up inside of you.
“Pedro,” you moan lowly.
“Y/N,” Pedro half whispers, half mumbles. His orgasm is cresting then he squeezes your hips and moans loudly. “Fu—fuck!”
You feel Pedro cum inside of you and continue to roll your hips as your own orgasm begins crashing inside of you. “Pedro!” You moan out as your orgasm rolls over you.
You open your eyes and look down at him. He’s smiling at you.
“Mi hermosa amor,” Pedro whispers as he sits up and kisses you.
You blush and smile as you wrap your arms around him. “You’re not so bad yourself Pedro.”
Pedro laughs and bites your bottom lip teasingly.
You fall asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning Pedro has you lay on your side and he presses his front up against your backside as his hand travels down the bare skin of your side.
You moan at his featherlight touch.
His hand dips down and palms your core. His thumb finding your clit.
“Pedro, please.”
“Lift your leg up,” Pedro whispers against your ear.
You lift your leg up and he guides his cock into your slick entrance, taking you from behind on his side.
“Fuck, Pedro,” you moan as he begins thrusting.
Pedro holds onto your leg and thrusts in and out of your pussy slowly, he begins picking up the pace as his orgasm revs up inside of him.
You reach down and touch your clit. You moan as you brush your thumb against the sensitive nub. Your own orgasm begins to plateau once Pedro thrusts into you faster than ever.
“Fu—fuck!” Pedro pants as he thrusts.
He drops your leg onto his legs and reaches around your swollen belly. His hand moves up and down it then his hand is on top of yours, helping you rub your clit.
“Pedro,” you moan and cry out as your orgasm hits you dead on.
“Yes, Y/N.” Pedro pants and moans. His own orgasm rumbles through his body as he cums deep inside of your wetness.
You two laid together intertwined for the rest of the morning, recuperating from the pleasure of sex, enjoying being together again after months apart.
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Two months later you and Pedro are in the delivery room, hearing your baby wail and cry.
The nurse hands the swaddled baby over to you, who you cradle in your arms.
She smiles as she says, “congratulations! You two have a daughter!”
