requested! thank you. ♡
content: breeding kink, raw sex, possessive!pedro, praise, filthy talk, established relationship
His hand is gripping your thigh so tight it might bruise — not that you care. You’re too far gone, too drunk on him. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, back arched, moaning into his mouth like you need him to breathe.
And god, Pedro’s so deep.
He’s fucking you slow but hard, like he knows exactly how to keep you on that edge. Every thrust is thick and steady, driving into you with purpose. The bed creaks, your body burns, and he’s staring down at you like you’re the only thing in the world.
“F-fuck,” you whimper, hands clawing at his shoulders. “You’re gonna make me—god, Pedro—”
“Yeah?” he pants, breath hot against your ear. “Gonna come on my cock, baby? Let me feel you. Let me fuck you through it.”
Your brain’s melting, barely holding on, and before you even mean to say it—
“Want you to fill me up.”
He freezes.
Your body jerks against him, desperate for friction, but he just stays there — buried inside you, eyes blown wide and jaw slack. And then he growls. Low, rough, primal.
“Say that again.”
You blink up at him, lips parted. “Wh-what?”
“Say it again,” he hisses, starting to move again, hips rolling harder, deeper, sloppier. “Tell me you want it.”
You’re gasping now, head tipped back, fingernails digging into his skin. “I want you to come inside. I want—shit—want you to fill me up, Pedro.”
His thrusts go brutal then, reckless. “Fuck, baby. You want me to put a baby in you? Yeah? Get you pregnant right here with my cock still inside?”
You moan so loud it echoes off the walls. “Yes, yes, yes—”
“You’d look so fucking perfect,” he groans. “All full and glowing, dripping with me, mine. Fuck, I’m gonna come. Gonna come so deep you’ll feel it for days.”
Your body’s shaking, back arching off the bed as you scream his name. He follows a second later, crushing you into the mattress, spilling inside you with a moan so filthy it makes your whole body clench again.
He doesn’t pull out.
Just stays there, panting against your throat, whispering, “Fuck… you drive me insane.”
Summary: When you’re traveling around the world with Pedro to promote your new tv series, but you were exhausted. You still had your studies, work and the promoting while traveling and it was just a matter of time when everything started to catch up to you, leaving you overworked and exhausted but luckily Pedro comes to the rescue.
Warnings: not proofread to any mistakes are my bad😅FLUFF, Being exhausted and overworked, mention of being overwhelmed, mention of vomiting, feeling like shit physically, Pedro being the sweetest and taking care of you. Fluff. Pedro with his Ipad.
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Hotel room and Mario Kart.
It were some tough couple of days. You were on the road with Pedro Pascal to promote a new series where the two of you would be a love interest. Before you started filming, you already had a crush on the older man but through filming it just developed more and more and you fell in love with your co-star. This was your big break through and you didn’t want to mess that up. Not only were you working on the new series, giving interview that just tired the both of you out but you were also in the midst of your (very busy) studies with a lot of assignments.
Even though your lessons were on the other side of the world, you followed them through zoom calls and what not. To make matters just a bit worse, you had exams already so you were stressed, extremely exhausted and tired and tried to hang on for dear life but today was just not that day and Pedro noticed it.
You were sitting in a different hotel for the interviews and as soon as they switched the interviewers, Pedro turned towards you while your make-up artist tried to touch up her work since the bags underneath your eyes and the visibility of your clenched jaw were very much noticeable.
“You okay sweetheart?” he asked you, since you answered all the questions with a tired voice. You tried to act okay but Pedro knew. He always knew. He knew how rough things got for you, also having some arguments with your teachers, giving you shit because why not? You were just done and were almost on the edge of tears. You just wanted to sleep, that’s all. You put all of your energy (What was left) in your smile and nodded but Pedro just raised his eyebrow.
“How many do we have left?” Pedro asked the assistance, wanting to bring you back to the hotel and force you to sleep. “We have 5 left.” She answered. Pedro looked back at you, worry visible in his eyes. “Listen, if 5 is too much for you, then we’ll call in sick.” Pedro gave you an out but you just shook your head. “No, I can handle it.” you told him and this time he nodded. “Okay. But if it gets too much, you tell me okay princess?” you smiled softly and this time it was a real one. Pedro placed his arm around you and pulled you in a side hug, giving a kiss on the top of your head.
The new interviewer walked in and gave you both a hand before sitting down. Pedro kept his arm around the back of your chair, his fingers softly drawing patterns on your back for comfort and reassurance. His body was slightly turned towards you. You had fun and that was really because of Pedro. You and him had such a wholesome relationship, making everyone in the fandom go feral about the two of you. But to be fair, he was the kindest soul you’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. He took care of you and looked after you but it got more at the point when you felt like you couldn’t do it on your own anymore. Pedro always, always had your back and stood next to you, holding your hand and facing whatever challenge you had coming your way. You would always do it together and you knew that he was here to stay.
After the last interview, you walked out of the hotel. Pedro’s arm around you and holding you close to his side. “I’m so proud of you mi corazon.” Pedro told you but you were too tired to react so you placed your head on his shoulder for a second and your arms around him. He stopped walking since you were giving him a side hug and he turned his body completely towards you, placing his arms over your shoulders and pulled you into a tight hug. His hand was on the back of your head and he placed a kiss on top of your head. He waited until you got out of the hug and when you did, his arm was around your shoulder again and your body tightly pressed against his side.
Pedro was so extremely worried about you. He saw how exhausted mentally and physically you were. The two of you always had some kind of physical contact but now even more. Pedro did not want to let go of you, scared that if he did, you might fall apart. Never in his life did he ever wanted to take care of someone this much. I mean obviously he was a VERY caring person but it was next level when it came to you. He felt so protective of you and wanted to safe you from all the bad in the world.
There were a lot of photographers outside of the hotel when you tried to get into the car. Everyone yelling your name or Pedro’s. You were so overwhelmed from everything around you that you felt yourself grow dizzy. Pedro noticed your instability and quickly looked at you, worry glazed over his face. “I feel dizzy Pedge.” you warned him and he quickly nodded. He wanted to get you into that car and he wanted it fast before you might pass out or something. Your whole body was shaking and your legs felt like jelly but not in a good way right now. The assistant and security backed the paparazzi off and created a path towards the car but the flashing lights just made you more dizzy. Pedro took your hand in his and he felt how much you were shaking. His heart started pounding from anxiety, worry and a slight panic when he saw how bad you were doing. He loved you but could hate how much you pushed yourself and how stubborn you could be. It was destructive behavior and he did not condone that.
He finally got you into the car with blinded windows before he got in the car at the other side. You tried to catch your breathing when Pedro’s whole body turned towards you. He gave you a slight unamused look at you, knowing that it was way too much and you didn’t told them your boundaries right now. But there was no time for being unamused. He helped you with your seatbelt and sat next to you. Pedro sat so close to you that you were sure that not even air could pass through. His arm already around you and pulled you into his side. You rested your head on his shoulder, his hand already on your head, massaging your scalp. “Try to close your eyes and get some sleep sweetheart. I’ll wake you up when we're at the hotel” Your hands were clung to his pink sweater. “I can’t really sleep in a car.” You told him, knowing from past experience. Pedro softly nodded “Then try to relax a bit baby girl.” You felt yourself flustered at his words and stared through the window from the driver.
Not even 5 minutes later you were completely passed out on Pedro’s shoulder. It was true that you weren’t able to sleep in a car but apparently not for this day. Pedro looked slightly at you so he wouldn’t move to much and wake you up. He saw you completely knocked out, slightly drooling on his sweater but Pedro didn’t mind it at all, happy that you finally got some much needed sleep even if it was just for a couple of minutes. The sweetest smile covered Pedro’s face like a sunshine when he saw you asleep on his shoulder with a bit of drool. He decided to stop at a store to get all of your favorite snacks and have a nice, relaxing evening.
Pedro didn’t want to leave your side but wanted to buy you some stuff so he carefully got a extra sweater that was in the back and placed it against the window so you had some sort of pillow. You stirred a bit but still asleep. Pedro carefully got out, the driver staying with you while he quickly went in. Pedro just placed everything in the shopping basket that he thought that you might like. He came back with two fully packed bags and got back in the car.
After 30 minutes or so, you finally arrived at the hotel and Pedro carefully woke you up. You woke up, utterly confused to where you were or what was going on while you looked at your surroundings. Pedro chuckled at your confusion as you quickly wiped away the drool. “Let’s get you upstairs so you can sleep some more baby girl.” he told you while helping you with your seatbelt. You were still in some sort of sleeping or dreaming state cause you had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on but followed Pedro blindly.
“Wait here princess.” He told you as he got out of the car and walked to your side, opening the door and helping you out. His assistant carried the bags while Pedro supported you with walking since you felt very weak. Finally you arrived at the hotel room. Your room was opposite Pedro’s and you got your keys out but Pedro softly placed his hand above yours. You looked confused at him. “You’re staying with me for a while so I can look after you.” he told you. You noticed that it wasn’t even a question or leaving room for debate so you just accepted it, way too tired and still confused. All you knew was that you felt a bit nauseous, probably from the lack of sleep and your body was catching up to you now.
Pedro opened his room and helped his assistant with the bags. “Can you clear her room maybe and transit her over to my room so I can keep an eye on her?” He asked her “Will do Pedro. I can get her stuff now and place them here.” She proposed. Pedro nodded and thanked her.
You didn’t hear anything from their conversations while you crawled underneath Pedro’s covers. The blanket didn’t cover a lot of your body but you were seriously too exhausted to even move, beside you were afraid that if you moved too much right now, that you might throw up. His assistant left the room while Pedro walked towards you, his eyes softening when he saw that you couldn’t even get the covers properly up. He got the covers and pulled them properly over your body, tucking you in. “Can I get you something sweetheart?” he asked you softly when he walked to the other side of the bed so he could see your face.
“Can I have some water and painkillers? I don’t feel so good.” Pedro’s face was written with sympathy. “Of course princesa, I’ll get it for you.” he told you and kissed the top of your head. You wanted to close your eyes but the nausea got worse when you did so you did what you thought was the best and that was: Laying as still as you possibly could.
Pedro came back with the water and painkillers. He could see from a mile away that you felt horrible with the minute so he took your sleeping pills with him. It was a necessary evil right now but you needed rest and sleep. Your body needed it. “Can you sit up for me princess?” He asked you when he sat next to you on the bed, his hands softly rubbing your back that was turned to him. You tried what Pedro asked you but as soon as you moved you felt it.
You quickly stumbled over Pedro who was confused but caught on quick. In between all the chaos, there was a knock on his door. “Come in!” Pedro yelled, knowing it was his assistant while Pedro followed you but you were so quick to reach the toilet. When Pedro sat behind you, he rubbed your back slightly and held your hair back. He was crouching behind you while you threw everything out. His assistant looked where the two of you were and it was only until she reached the bathroom. “Oh dear.” She spoke softly and felt sympathy for you. Pedro looked at his assistant with worry in his eyes. “I’ll be back in a couple of seconds sweetheart.” Pedro softly told you, making you nod.
Pedro stepped out of the bathroom and saw that his assistant brought all your bags in already. Pedro looked back at the bathroom and guided his assistant more to the side for some privacy. “Please cancel the interviews tomorrow. She really needs a day off and get some sleep because this is getting out of hand.” His assistant agreed with him, seeing the state you were in. “Yeah, I will. There still a lot of things left to do so try to get her better.” She more asked him than told him. Pedro looked back and nodded.
“Call me if you need anything! I’ll get it in no time, you know that.” Pedro nodded again while looking back at the bathroom. He really wanted to return to you right now. “I’ll probably need some things but I’ll text you that. I want to go back to her right now.” She nodded and whished him good luck before exiting the room so Pedro could go back to you.
You were still over the toilet when Pedro crouched behind you again. “I’m so sorry that you feel like this baby girl.” You nodded while wiping away some tears. You felt mentally drained and physically exhausted so crying right now was the most logical thing that you did. You felt like you were done and flushed the toilet. Your whole body was shaking from exhaustion. “Can you get my toothbrush please?” you could hear how weak you sounded. You had nothing left to give anymore. “Of course.” Pedro was quick on his feet and fumbled through your bags before getting it out and walked back to you.
Pedro helped you to get up and sat you down on the bathroom counter so you didn’t have to stand. “I should take a shower.” you told him, feeling disgusted. Pedro nodded but was worried that you didn’t have any energy left in you. “Do you need or want help with that?” he asked you softly. You shook your head “I’ll think I’ll be okay.” Pedro nodded “Yell if you need help or whatever okay? I’ll get you some clean clothes.” You nodded and Pedro walked out of the bedroom. He figured that between everything you might not have the energy to wash your clothes so he gave you some clean and comfortable sweats, a shirt and a hoodie from himself.
Pedro knocked on the bathroom door, announcing himself before stepping in. “Thank you so much.” You told him but you sounded bleak. Pedro gave you a soft sad smile “I’ll be right next to you if you need something so just yell okay?” you nodded and gave him a weak smile. Pedro closed the door and gave you some privacy.
You stood underneath the shower and it didn’t make you feel much better but at least you didn’t feel disgusting anymore so that was a win. Luckily, you did wash your panties and everything so you put that on with still shaky hands and pulled the oversized shirt from Pedro on your body. You felt more and more exhausted to the point that you just asked Pedro for help. You never liked asking for help. I mean you were always on your own and found it hard to let someone into your space but with Pedro it felt different. It felt safe and comfortable and that was something you’ve searched for your entire life.
“Are you okay princess?” Pedro asked you when he heard you ask for his help. “Can you maybe help me?” you felt a bit embarrassed to ask him but you really had no choice left. “Of course, can I come in?” he asked you “Yeah” you responded simply. He opened the door and saw you sitting on the closed toilet, struggling with the joggings from so much shaking. Pedro walked over to you without saying anything and got the sweats from your hands. He looked at you for permission and you nodded, accepting how it is now.
“Place your hands around my shoulders princess.” He told you and did what he asked. You stood up, clinging to Pedro while he pulled the sweats on. “These are very nice, thank you.” Pedro smiled at you and gave you a kiss on the top of your head. “Do you want to wear the hoodie in bed or do you just want the t-shirt?” Pedro asked when you sat down again. “I’d like the hoodie as well.” Pedro smiled again and helped you in it. “You do skincare right?” you nodded with a smile that he remembered from what you’ve told him a while back. “Let me help you with that.” You nodded and repositioned on the bathroom counter again.
He already found all of your skincare since it was in the same bag as your toothbrush. He looked at all the different things confused and back to you, making you chuckle. “This one first.” You pointed and Pedro nodded with a soft chuckle. He applied it to your face with so much softness and gentleness that you thought your heart was going to explode. He repeated that process until it was done. “There we go mi amor. Is it better?” he asked you, making you nod with a soft smile and placed your arms around his shoulders again for a hug. You didn’t know why but you really wanted him to hug and cuddle you right now. Pedro was quick to apply and pulled you in a hug too, kissing your forehead, which was burning up.
“Let’s get you into bed and get some painkillers in you.” You nodded and Pedro held his hand out for you to take, which you did. You followed him to the bed and crawled in, feeling completely exhausted and already as if your body morphing into the mattress. Pedro got you a water bottle and your painkillers and sleeping pills. You saw them and immediately agreed. It was better to just take it and make sure that you were sleeping. So you took them and laid down. Pedro crawled in next to you. He already held his arm up so you could crawl against him. “Do you want to watch anything?” he asked you. You felt a soft smile creeping up on your face. “Could we watch Moonknight?” Pedro gasped dramatic. “Are you exchanging me for Oscar????” you chuckled. “No way! Never. I wouldn’t dare. Besides… you have baby yoda but I don’t think you want to watch the Mandalorian.” Pedro chuckled. “We’ll watch whatever you want. Even if that means I still have to look at my own face or well… helmet in this case.” You smiled at the sacrifice he was willing to make for you. “So what do you want to watch?” he asked you, “Moonknight please” you answered while your head rested on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and searched for the series.
When he found it, you both got comfortable. You held on more to Pedro and your head resting against his shoulder and partly chest. Pedro held you tightly. One arm wrapped underneath you as he drew circles on your back with his hand and the other arm wrapped over you. Both cuddled up together and finally the painkillers and sleeping pill kicked in. You focused on Pedro’s calm breathing and the sound coming from the tv when you fell asleep.
~time skip~
You woke up after a couple of hours and heard some soft sounds coming from besides you. You groaned, feeling horrible. Your whole body ached but you knew that it finally came up because you were resting. You turned around at the sound and found Pedro playing a game on his iPad with earbuds in. He looked at you when he felt some movement besides him. He got his earbuds out. “Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” he asked you with a soft smile. “Horrible. Everything hurts right now but I guess that was to expect.” Pedro’s smile turned sympathetic.
“Well, we have a whole day and night tomorrow off so you can catch up on some sleep.” You frowned a bit confused “Don’t we have a couple of interviews tomorrow?” you asked him. Pedro shook his head. “Not anymore. You need rest and it’s not as important as the other stuff so we’re both going to take a day off and you’re going to let me take care of you.” he told the last part a bit stern but guilt was written over your features. “If you’ll let me. you’ve been working way too hard and we both could use a day off. Besides, I can use you as an excuse now.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood which worked because you got a smile creeping on your face while you swatted his chest softly. Pedro chuckled.
“Want to order room service or something? I don’t know how the nausea is right now.” You smiled softly. “It’s gone now and I’m starving.” You told him both chuckling. Pedro got up to get the menu of the hotel and plopped back in his spot besides you. You let your head rest against his shoulder as you both sat up, looking at what food to order. “I think I’ll go for the pizza.” You told him and Pedro nodded. “Yeah that sounds good. I’ll think I’ll go for a pasta or something.”
After ordering and eating the food you plopped back into bed. Pedro wanted you to stay in bed but you decided to just eat your food at the table so it doesn’t mess up the bed. Besides, you wanted to move away from the bed for a minute. “So…. I might have bought something fun…” Pedro told you, making you look up in curiosity. “I bought it for myself and my nephews but I think we can play it already.” Your curiosity peaked. “What is it?” you asked him and he got a switch out. You chuckled “Of course you bought it.” you laughed, remembering how his iPad is his life and now he got a switch as well but you loved it.
“I got Mario Kart as well.” he told you and you smile brightened. “Should we play it?” you asked him with a mischievous smile “Should we?” he asked you with the same smile. You sat a bit back in your chair and hummed. “I think we should.” Pedro got excited and you both got up, trying to set it up and after 15 minutes, it finally worked. You both held your arms up in the air from celebration and plopped back on the bed. You laid down on your stomach while you chose your character. Your feet wiggling behind you. Pedro looked at you and chuckled before laying down next to you in the same position.
You started playing the game and both started to find it very addictive. You’ve lost a couple of times and won a couple of times. The two of you switching positions now and then to get more comfortable as you let your head rest on his stomach. In a break, you looked at your phone and saw that it was already 1 AM. You chuckled but knew that the two of you needed sleep.
“Pedge... It’s already 1 AM. We should call it a night and continue tomorrow?” Pedro smiled “Yeah sounds like a great idea.” You both took turns in the bathroom before laying in the bed again. You laid face to face. “I might buy some new games tomorrow.” Pedro thought out loud. “I actually think this was a great purchase.” Pedro smiled “Right?!” you both laughed and whished each other goodnight before turning around.
But you still felt energetic even though you were exhausted. You just couldn’t seem to get some sleep right now and stared at the ceiling when you turned on your back. Pedro was already laying on his back and apparently unable to sleep too. He looked over at you, to see if you couldn’t sleep either. “Can’t sleep either?” He softly broke the silence. “Nope. You neither?” you asked him and he shook his head. “Want to watch some funny videos?” you asked. “Always helps me sleep.” You continued but Pedro had the biggest smile on his face. “I can add this to my list of many reasons why I like you.” He told you, already sitting up to put a light on. You chuckled and sat up as well. You searched through Youtube and found ridiculousness. “Ohh I love this! I used to watch it back home.” You told him and Pedro didn’t need to hear more to press play.
You cuddled back against Pedro and he got comfortable as well. You both laughed at the show and the people in it. “This is amazing.” Pedro said, making you agree. “Thank you Pedge. For today and just in general.” Pedro looked at you with a soft smile. “for taking care of me and stuff. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t around. probably have a panic attack or something.” You chuckled out uncomfortably. “You are more than welcome. Thank you for letting me take care of you. I know that was out of your comfort zone.” You smiled. “Well, I trust you. don’t think I ever trusted as much as I trust you.” Pedro felt himself grown emotional just a bit but covered it up by pulling you into a hug.
You didn’t know how many episodes passed when you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. The following day, you both purchased a new game and played it the whole day between some naps and ate a lot of snacks that Pedro got the both of you from the store a day ago. It was a perfect day off and everything felt a bit lighter. You knew that it wasn’t over and so did Pedro but this was a step in the right direction and you knew that if you were unable to keep your boundaries, Pedro would help you. It would be all okay as long as Pedro was besides you and he wasn’t planning on leaving you.
requested! thank you. | pt. ii
content: fluff, girlfriend/wife!reader, domestic comfort, Pedro yapping, supportive!reader, fans noticing.
Pedro had always been a talker. You learned that on your very first date—he’d gone on for fifteen minutes straight about an old Chilean movie you’d never heard of, hands flying, eyes sparkling, his glass of wine untouched as he rambled himself into a frenzy. You’d just sat there, chin propped on your hand, smiling like an idiot.
It hadn’t changed in all the years since.
He was a certified yapper. A man with thoughts, and so many of them. On the couch at home he could fill an entire evening telling you about a new recipe he wanted to try, the behind-the-scenes gossip from his last set, or the ten best Nicolas Cage performances ranked (a list he revised at least monthly). In the mornings, he read the news out loud while you brewed coffee, muttering commentary that made you laugh into your mug.
And you loved every second.
You loved the way his voice lilted when he got excited, the way his hands moved almost as fast as his words, the way his eyes searched yours to make sure you were keeping up with his train of thought. Most of all, you loved how much he trusted you with his yapping—how safe he felt pouring everything out, unfiltered, knowing you’d listen.
So you did. Always.
There were entire compilations online now—videos of the two of you at restaurants, red carpets, even waiting outside airports. Pedro, animated and grinning, talking a mile a minute. You, leaning into him, brushing your fingers through his curls or fixing the collar of his jacket, nodding along like his every word was the most fascinating thing you’d ever heard.
The captions were endless:
“he’s yapping and she’s just LOOKING at him like he hung the moon 😭”
“not her playing with his hair while he rambles about tomatoes… wife behavior actually”
“pedro pascal finally has someone who loves his yapping and i couldn’t be happier”
One clip in particular had gone viral: Pedro going off about a 70s vinyl reissue he’d found, hands gesturing wildly as you sat beside him at a café, your cheek resting on your palm, smiling like it was the greatest lecture in the world. Every once in a while, you’d interject with a thoughtful question—just enough to send him into another tangent. The comments section had melted down.
At home later that night, curled against him on the couch while he yapped about some obscure documentary he wanted to show you, you teased him gently: “You know you’re the internet’s favorite yapper, right?”
He groaned, hiding his face in your shoulder. “Oh, God. Don’t call me that.”
You laughed, threading your fingers into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp until he peeked up at you again. “I love listening to you,” you said simply.
And the way he looked at you then—quiet, soft, like you’d just given him the whole world—made you realize that was all he’d ever really wanted. Someone to hear him. Someone to love him enough to listen.
content: explicit (18+), shower sex, established relationship, mutual obsession, possessive!Pedro, gentle praise + filthy rhythm, sensory overload, he's big and broad and wet, you're ruined and loving it.
You were supposed to stay in bed.
You meant to — warm sheets, Pedro’s scent on your pillow, the soft promise of sleeping in. He even whispered it before kissing your temple:
"Just a quick shower, baby. Stay cozy. I’ll come back to you."
But the moment you opened your eyes and noticed he wasn’t beside you, your body already missed him.
And when you walked into the bathroom and saw him through the fogged glass —
all that steam
that back,
that thick stretch of his shoulder flexing as he braced one hand on the tile, head tilted slightly under the spray —
you were done for.
You didn’t even think.
You peeled off your clothes in seconds, the room already sticky with heat. And when you slid the door open, warm steam billowed out like it was inviting you in.
He didn’t turn — just shifted slightly, a slow grin crawling over his lips as he caught your shape in the reflection of the glass.
“Couldn’t wait?” he rasped, voice dripping like the water running down his neck.
You stepped in, bare and breathless. “You didn’t say you’d look like this.”
Pedro turned, slow and deliberate, revealing all of him — chest flushed pink, droplets clinging to every curve, hair soaked and pushed back.
His eyes dragged over your body like he hadn’t seen you naked a hundred times before. And still —
he looked starved.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he murmured.
“You’ll die happy.”
You closed the distance, palms flat against his chest. He was so warm — heat radiating off him in waves. Your fingers trailed along the curve of his pecs, brushing over the soft hair there, before reaching up to cup his jaw.
The kiss came fast.
Desperate, deep, wet in every way. You moaned into his mouth, dragging your nails lightly down his back just to feel him tense.
“Turn around,” he panted between kisses. “Hands on the glass.”
You didn’t hesitate. You pressed your palms flat against the shower door, steam curling beneath your fingertips. He stepped up behind you, chest to your back, one broad hand spreading over your stomach while the other gripped your hip.
You felt him — hot, hard, huge — against your lower back.
“You’ve been teasing me for days,” he growled, mouth against your shoulder. “You think I didn’t notice those little shorts? The way you bend over the sink like you want me to lose it?”
You whined, arching your ass back against him. “I didn’t mean to.”
He chuckled, dark and low. “Liar.”
Then he pushed inside.
You gasped — forehead hitting the foggy glass — as he bottomed out with a filthy groan.
“Shit, baby,” he moaned, kissing along your shoulder. “You always take me so fucking good.”
He started moving — deep, measured thrusts, making sure you felt every inch. His hand slid between your thighs, fingers circling right where you needed him, and you whined loud, breath catching in your throat.
“You hear that?” he whispered. “Hear how wet you are for me?”
The sound of it — your bodies colliding, wet and slick and so hot — echoed through the steam.
You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Only Pedro — his voice, his hands, the overwhelming pressure of being stretched and filled and owned.
He wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you back into each thrust.
“You’re mine,” he gritted out. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you gasped. “All yours.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m—fuck, Pedro—I’m yours.”
That made him growl, pace picking up, hips snapping faster now, the slap of skin against skin getting louder, filthier.
You came with a gasp, legs trembling, whole body clenching down around him as he cursed behind you. He held you close, kissed your neck, slowed just enough to let you ride it out.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “God, you’re so perfect when you come.”
And then he fucked you through the aftershock — chasing his own high now, rhythm stuttering, arms tightening around you.
“Can I—fuck—inside?” he moaned, voice cracking.
“Yes, baby—please—”
With one last deep, messy thrust, he spilled into you, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder and shook through it.
Silence followed — soft except for the water still running, your breath catching, his heart hammering against your back.
You stayed like that for a moment. Just held. Melted. Steamed.
Then, a low murmur:
“I take it back,” he panted.
You blinked, still dizzy. “What?”
He kissed your neck. “You can come in the shower anytime.”
requested! thank you. ♡
content: dad!pedro, baby’s first word, fluff, pure sweetness, soft tears
It’s a quiet morning. The kind where the light comes in soft and the world hasn’t really started yet.
Pedro’s still in his pajamas — grey sweats and a threadbare t-shirt you’ve been trying to sneak into the donation pile for a year. His curls are messy, smile soft, hands full of your daughter as she sits in his lap, babbling nonsense in that way babies do when they’ve got a lot to say.
You’re standing at the stove, flipping pancakes, half-listening to the adorable one-sided conversation happening behind you.
He’s holding her like she’s made of light. Swaying gently as he hums some old Chilean lullaby under his breath.
“Yeah?” he murmurs. “You’ve got so many opinions this morning. Anything you wanna tell me?”
She babbles again, slapping his chest with both hands.
“Exactly,” he nods, playing along. “Honestly, I feel the same way about that giraffe book. Bit overrated.”
You giggle softly and shake your head. “You two are ridiculous.”
And then—
A small voice. Clear. Intentional.
“Papa.”
You freeze.
Pedro stills beneath her.
You turn around slowly.
She says it again.
“Papa.”
And that’s when it hits him.
His breath catches. Eyes go wide. Mouth falls open just slightly — like maybe he’s not sure if he imagined it. If the walls heard it too. If the word is real.
“You just—” He looks up at you, eyes already shining. “Did you hear that?”
You nod, grinning. “I heard it.”
“Say it again,” he whispers, turning back to her like she’s some kind of miracle. “Come on, baby. One more time.”
She beams. Reaches for his face. “Papa!”
He breaks.
Like really breaks — pulls her against his chest, nose buried in her tiny curls, a few silent tears slipping down his cheek as he laughs.
You walk over, still holding the spatula like you forgot you were mid-flip. “You okay?”
He kisses her head, voice thick. “I’m not. I’m ruined forever. This is it for me.”
You smile and wrap an arm around them both.
“Papa,” she says again, proud now. Over and over. Like it’s her favorite new sound.
Pedro just holds her tighter.
“She said papa,” he whispers, still stunned. “She said me.”
And you know — no award, no premiere, no red carpet will ever matter more to him than this exact moment.
Pajamas. Pancakes. And the first time his daughter chose him.
requested! thank you. ♡
content: fluff, celebrity!Pedro Pascal x wife!reader, FaceTime call during live interview, casual flirting, audience reactions, bilingual teasing, wife laughing on air, Pedro being soft and whipped.
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Jimmy is mid-question, something about The Last of Us and the intensity of filming in the cold, when Pedro’s phone buzzes on the armrest beside him.
He glances at it once, does a little double take, and mutters, “Oh no.”
Jimmy raises a brow. “Everything okay?”
Pedro lifts his hand apologetically, already reaching for the phone. “I’m so sorry—my wife’s calling. I have to answer. I always answer.”
The audience laughs, thinking it’s a bit, but Pedro’s already tapping the green button.
“Hi, amor,” he says, screen lighting up with your face.
You’re in your kitchen, wearing one of his sweaters and sipping coffee. “Hi, bebe. You forgot to pick up the almond milk again.”
Pedro blinks. “I’m on Jimmy Fallon right now.”
Your eyes widen for half a second—then you burst into laughter. Loud, real, belly-deep laughter that carries right into his mic.
The crowd erupts.
“Díos mio” you say between giggles. “Are you serious? Right now?”
Pedro holds up the phone like he’s showing off a masterpiece. “Say hi to America.”
“Hi, America!” you beam, still laughing. “This man left his socks on the bathroom floor again, by the way.”
“Babe,” he groans, dragging a hand over his face. “You’re exposing me on national television.”
You smirk. “Good. They should know how real love survives sock chaos.”
Jimmy’s nearly crying with laughter. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened on this show.”
Pedro’s grinning now, eyes soft. “Can I call you back in twenty minutes, my love?”
“Only if you promise to bring almond milk and stop leaving your towels on the bed.”
He sighs. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” you sing, blowing him a kiss before hanging up.
Pedro turns back to Jimmy, cheeks a little pink. “Sorry. She forgets I’m famous sometimes.”
Jimmy leans in, teasing. “Honestly? So do we. You're just Pedro and Wife now. America's couple.”
The internet, of course, would clip the whole thing before the night even ends. One fan account captions it:
“He always answers her calls. I’m crying real tears.”
Another adds:
“Their chemistry is insane. She roasted him AND flirted mid-interview?? QUEEN.”
