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lovely-pedrito · 11 months

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Love In Real Time

ꕥWord count: 2.2k

ꕥWarnings: Afab!reader x Joel Miller, no outbreak!tlou, semi-modern era since smartphones exist, alcohol consumption, age gap (reader is mid 20s, Joel is mid 30s), sexual pining/allusions to smut but no actual smut, the smallest bit of angst, buncha fluff, no use of y/n, idk it’s a good time

ꕥA/N: I’ve had this done for several days but for whatever reason I didn’t feel confident enough to post it. I’ve changed a lot but if I keep sitting on it I’m afraid it’ll change entirely so here it goes lol. Also this is hella inspired by the song Love In Real Time by The Maine so if you wanna listen while reading please do ^^

You had no clue what the hell you were watching. It was some kids show, that was obvious, but in your slightly intoxicated and frankly exhausted state you were entirely perplexed. The last time you had checked the clock it was well past one in the morning and you were starting to think you might be glued to the couch watching various dancing shapes for all eternity.

Most of your weeknights were spent babysitting your neighbor’s daughter until her father came home, and tonight was no exception. Although, you were typically in your own home, in your own bed far earlier than tonight. You found out several hours ago; however, that tonight would be different.

You were sitting with Sarah around the dinner table, eating her favorite pizza and listening to her spill her elementary school drama when your phone rang. She gave you a confused look as her father’s name lit up your phone. You shrugged and answered the call.

“Hey Joel. What’s up?”

You heard a sigh on the end of the line. He cleared his throat before he began, “So I’m gonna be home a little late tonight.”

“Okay. How late?” You checked the time. The screen displayed 10pm.

Another sigh, “I don’t know. Tommy’s been drinking and long story short I gotta bail him out so it’s gonna be a while.”

“Tommy?” You were surprised at the mention of Joel’s younger brother, “But isn’t he in Kerrville?” You had known Joel for essentially all your life, and by extension, you’d known Tommy and Sarah for the same length of time, essentially becoming part of your own family. And so, of course, you were aware that Tommy was across Texas visiting some old friends for a few days.

“Yeah.” He was frustrated, understandably so. Joel had a habit of investing all of himself in his work, spending ungodly hours pouring himself into contracting and leaving little time for him to do much else besides spending time with his daughter. Most anything else? A distraction in his eyes.

He continued, “It’s two hours out so it’s gonna be a bit. Do you uh…do you have time to stay with Sarah tonight?”

You smiled and looked at the young girl across from you, “Of course. We’ll have a good time.”

Joel let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Bless you, sweetheart. I’ll keep you updated okay?”

The pet name didn’t go unnoticed by you, springing butterflies in your stomach. You’d had feelings for Joel for a while, but it’s not like you could actually do anything about it. He was roughly ten years your senior, not to mention you couldn’t even guarantee he felt the same--so there was no chance you were going to make that move first. There were too many variables. You were comfortable with what you had, even though you secretly wished for more.

“Sounds good. Be safe, okay?”

He let out a noise akin to agreement and hung up. A pair of big brown eyes blinked up at you expectantly.

“Your dad’s gonna be home a little late. What d’ya say about watching that new movie you’ve been dying to see?”

She let out a squeal of excitement and immediately dragged you to the living room, pizza now long forgotten. As you two sat down on the couch, she snuggled into you. You never gave much thought to having children, but damn did you love Sarah like she was your own. She was such a sweet girl it would be nearly impossible to not love her. You spent the next hour zoned out as some action movie played that you were only vaguely familiar with, running your hands through Sarah’s hair as her eyes were glued to the screen.

Sarah fell asleep an hour into the movie. She hardly ever stayed up late and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised. Being careful not to wake her, you lifted her up and carried her to bed. You placed a quick kiss to her forehead before returning to the couch. You checked your phone absentmindedly.

Nothing from Joel.

With nothing else to do you walked to the fridge, pulling out the liquor that Joel graciously let you store at his house and sat in front of the TV mindlessly scrolling through channels and drinking far more alcohol than you had intended. And so, hours passed with you feeling a pleasant buzz, somehow landing on and watching a children’s television show.

You weren’t aware of the unanswered texts on your phone, nor were you aware of the sleep-deprived man that entered his home several feet away from you. Joel walked into the living room and immediately froze as he looked at the TV, his brows furrowing as he glanced from you to the screen. “What the hell are you watching?”

“I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely certain.” Your words were slightly slurred which you were only vaguely aware of, but he noticed and couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “But I’m kinda liking it. It’s calming.”

Joel emitted a hum, sitting down on the couch next to you. “Sarah in bed?”

“Yeah. She’s been asleep for a few hours.”

The man let out a grunt and you took a moment to turn to him, shamelessly looking him over. Joel was always attractive, but recently it seemed like he’d been putting more effort into his appearance. You couldn’t quite place what, but you could tell he was doing something different. Maybe it was his slightly more form-fitting clothing or the way that he started styling his hair. A part of you wondered if he was trying to impress anyone. You squashed the jealously forming in your chest before you could dwell on it long. It wasn’t like your place anyway. You had no right to be jealous, but damn you just couldn’t help it.

A loud ding from your phone rang throughout the room. You saw the old messages from Joel before you saw the new ones, briefly apologizing to him before groaning at who the more recent messages were from. You tossed your phone down, not bothering to look at them any further.

“Everything okay?”

You ran a hand over your face, “Yeah, just some guy I’ve been talking to recently.”

Joel went quiet. “Oh. Didn’t realize you were seein’ anybody.”

“Well we aren’t really seeing each other, just talking. I think I’m kinda over it though.”

“Oh yeah?” Joel chucked, relief internally washing over him, “How’s that?”

“I mean, he’s cute or whatever but something about him just seems kinda weird. Like, the first time we talked he told me I gave him virgin vibes. That’s weird, right?”

Joel tried to hide a smile but admittedly was losing the battle, “Yeah that’s a little weird.” He shook his head, “Can’t imagine saying that to a woman. Must be a younger man thing.”

You shrugged, a giggle leaving you, “Could be.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you. Amidst your buzz, you had no clue about the thousand different thoughts that were wracking Joel’s brain.

“Are you a virgin?” He didn’t even realize the words were coming out of his mouth until he said them, and he prayed to whatever being that might be listening that he didn’t overstep any boundaries.

Your brows furrow, a slight smile playing on your lips, “Why? Do I actually give off virgin vibes?” Before he could respond you started to giggle at how ridiculous it sounded. “Virgin Vibes is for sure like the name of some shitty scented candle.”

He borderline wheezed, equally amused and thankful he didn’t make things awkward between the two of you. Maybe he had the alcohol to thank for that.

“But no, I’m not, just so you know.” A smile graced your lips, “Interesting to know that’s how people perceive me.”

Joel awkwardly shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling hot. “Well I don’t know if I’d say that. People--I mean…y’never know.”

You chuckled, his awkward charm always somehow making your feelings for him intensify.

“Oh, shit I totally forgot to ask; how’s Tommy?”

He raised his eyebrows and shifted again. “He’s fine now. Went out with his friends and all got wasted. Got into some fight but he’s home now.” Joel shook his head, his jaw tense, “Third time this shit has happened now. Told him this was the last time I’m bailin’ him out, but I don’t think he believes me.”

You shifted your body to face him, your knees making contact with his in the process. “The breakup been that bad?”

Joel’s eyes fell to the floor, “Yeah. It has been. Know you never met her, but Tommy was crazy about her. Never saw him like that with anyone before.”

You really wished you had something more profound or comforting to say, but before your brain could veto the words they tumbled out of your mouth, “Damn. Breakups are rough, huh?”

He laughed, not expecting such a response from you either. His warm eyes found yours and made your stomach flutter. It was a beautiful sound and you were really hoping that you weren’t giving him the heart eyes you felt like you were giving him.

You were.

It had maybe been a year or so since Joel started noticed subtle changes in your behavior towards him. Nothing significant, but he became hyper aware of every lingering touch and longing look you sent his way. He wasn’t even fully sure you were aware you were doing it. Joel may not have been on the dating scene for a while, but he could read a woman. Especially you.

You didn’t know that he had been fighting with himself the entire time. You were gorgeous, witty, good with Sarah. In any other situation he would’ve made a move years ago. But god—did he not want to made things awkward. The more time that had passed, though, and now, with how beautiful you looked with a goofy smile on your face, his resolve began to break down.

Fuck it, he thought.

The man leaned closer, moving a strand of hair out of your face. He watched your breath hitch and smiled softly. Your eyes moved to his lips, biting your own as you shamelessly imagined how soft they would feel.

A sly smirk ghosted his lips, his voice gruff, “Hey.”

Your own voice was barely above a whisper, eyes snapping back up to his, “Hey.”

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.” He watched your eyes soften and face blush, his confidence growing with your involuntary responses.

You opened and closed your mouth, trying to find anything to say but simply overwhelmed by Joel being so close to you. Your brain was short circuiting and you felt pretty confident he could tell. He chuckled, moving his hand to cup your face and press his lips against yours. Your eyes shut immediately, leaning into the kiss and placing your hands against his clothed chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer.

The noise of satisfaction that Joel made was muffled by your lips. And he fucking loved it. In his mind, he was punching the air. All those years he had spent dreaming about you and what your lips could’ve felt like didn’t even come close to just how soft and warm they were. It made his brain immediately wonder how soft and warm the rest of you would be. He groaned into the kiss, trying to reel his thoughts back in but failing. He was only a man, after all.

Joel’s hand that wasn’t on your face tangled through your hair, dragging you closer to him still. He halfway didn’t believe it was happening, afraid that he would wake up any minute. But here you were, whimpering into his lips and letting him slip his tongue in your mouth. Letting him get to know you in all the ways he hadn’t had the privilege of yet.

His hands dropped to your thighs, lifting them and dragging you into his lap, giving you a quick kiss. He brushed his nose against yours, his touch trying to ground you. It flattered him; really, how much he could see he was affecting you, but he wanted you to feel safe and taken care of and, unfortunately, you did have alcohol in your system. He knew it wasn’t enough to inebriate you, nor nearly enough for you to make decisions you wouldn’t make sober, but he wanted you to remember all of him. To choose him.

“How ‘bout I take you home pretty girl?”

You whined, not wanting to move an inch away from Joel. You knew what he was getting at though, and although most of you was now sexually frustrated, a small part of you did thank him for wanting to wait. He took your hand and helped you gather your things before walking you to your house, lingering outside the doorway like shy teenagers experiencing young love for the first time.

The man held your hands, trying to find the right words to say as you yawned comically loud. He smiled and dismissed his thoughts. You smiled back at him when he gave you a kiss on the cheek and ushered your tired form inside. You both hated to say goodbye, but you’d be seeing each other the next day and were in desperate need of rest.

Joel had waited years for you. Now that he knew you shared his feelings? He could wait a little longer. And honestly? So could you.

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lovely-pedrito · 11 months

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It’s Written on Your Face

ꕥWord count: 1.2k

ꕥWarnings: Afab!reader x Pedro Pascal, idiots in love, semi-angst but also fluff, pwp, unprotected sex, slight size kink, praise kink, no use of y/n, hella pet names

ꕥA/N: I’m so incredibly down bad for this man it’s embarrassing. Also! I wrote this directly after I saw that interview Pedro did where he said he never falls in love bc it’s too painful. I just HAD to--he deserves love so much. Hope you like this one! ^^

You entered the steaming room with a smile, hugging the fluffy bathrobe closer to you when you met a pair of kind brown eyes.

“Warm enough yet?” You giggled.

Pedro shifted in the hot water, holding a hand out to you, “I will be when you join me.”

He smiled as you sauntered over to him and took his hand, slowly sliding the fluffy fabric off your shoulders, revealing your nude form. The man let out a low wolf whistle; a blush covering your face as his eyes unabashedly roamed your figure. You eased into the water and an involuntary sigh left your lips. You faced Pedro, moving your legs over his, falling on either side of his hips.

“My sweet girl,” He whispered as he gently turned your hand and pressed a delicate kiss to your palm, “You don’t know the things you do to me.”

You raised a brow, something igniting in you at his sultry gaze. “No?” Shifting your body to hover your pussy dangerously close to his cock. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

His eyes darkened, no longer the friendly chocolate brown you knew all too well. Although, it would be a lie to say you weren’t familiar with this version of him. You’d ended up here more times than either of you could count, unable to deny the attraction the two of you felt towards each other.

“Careful, flower.” He let out a borderline growl, hands reaching down to harshly grab your ass, “I don’t have much patience today.” His jaw was tight, like it was taking everything in him to restrain himself. He’d do anything to keep you from knowing it, but he was. He knew he had it bad for you, but you didn’t need to know, he reasoned.

You dipped your head down into his neck, pressing sloppy kisses in his most sensitive spots, making sure to suck on the skin. His breathing hitched, tightening his grip on your ass, his strong hands pulling you impossibly closer to him.

Your name fell from Pedro’s lips in a groan, “You want this? You want me to fuck you like the good girl you are?”

His gruff voice and hands on you lit your skin on fire. You nodded eagerly, already a mess for him. No longer thinking with your head, you grabbed his cock and slowly ran your hands up and down his length. He was so hard for you. His head fell back and hit the tub with a thud. If it hurt, he didn’t show it, too consumed with your hands on him.

He cursed under his breath as his hips bucked up into your hand. Without hesitation he replaced your hand with his own, aligning up with your entrance. Despite his desire, Pedro moved slowly, knowing that you would need time to adjust to his size. Your head fell and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he bottomed out and gradually began to snap his hips into yours.

He moved slowly, despite the burning pleasure you both were undoubtedly feeling. In the midst of your haze you were actively committing everything to memory; his sinful groans and lip caught between his teeth, the wrinkles on his forehead, his hands guiding your hips in their movements. You had no reason to believe every moment could be the last, but stranger things had happened. You knew Pedro had a tendency to avoid relationships to save himself any heartbreak. You understood, but you hoped he knew that you would never hurt him.

Still, you couldn’t deny the fear in your heart that he may not love you back the same way you loved him. Not that you had told Pedro, no you were too fearful he would leave if you uttered those three little words. And so, you had kept it your little secret. The feeling keeping you warm at night when he couldn’t.

Truth be told, he found you captivating. Stunning. Every little mannerism of yours, every bright smile, every breath you took. All he wanted was to claim you over and over and over. To make you his. He was too afraid to admit the feelings blooming in his chest every time he saw you, both to himself and you, so he held back. He was caught in between not wanting to get hurt while simultaneously hurting himself through not being able to confide in you. He couldn’t win.

The man leaned down to suck on your nipples, making sure each one was given proper attention. You were vaguely aware of his beard tickling your skin, making you squirm. Although he denied it, Pedro was a boob man through and through. Yours had always been his favorite, just the way they were. The sensation of his lips on you drove you mad. The feeling went directly to your pussy and oh did he know. A smile lit up his face as he pulled away with a satisfying pop. You felt his dick twitch inside of you and his pace sped up. His hands found your clit, rubbing small circles there.

“My pretty girl, doing so well for me. Are you feelin’ good, sweetheart? You’re always such an angel for me.” If Pedro loved anything, it was talking you through your pleasure. More often than not, you weren’t able to respond with words, barely able to mumble a noise akin to an agreement but he never minded. It gave him a sense of pride, knowing he was the one making you feel this way. Him. Only him. His hips continued to ram into yours as you gasped for air and your eyes shut.

He lived for these moments with you. Something in his brain caved at how much smaller you were than him. How much softer you were than him. You were a fragile thing he had to protect. Had to. Maybe you’d never know, but you were his aphrodisiac. His kryptonite to the very end.

He placed a firm smack to your ass and a sinful moan fell from your lips. He knew just how much you loved his hands on your ass, kneading into the supple skin there. That action alone had you biting back moans and pressing your hands against his chest and he loved the sight.

You looked at him through hazy eyes, “I’m-I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“That’s rather the idea, baby girl.” He chuckled, “And I know you will. Always so willing. Let me give this to you, baby.”

You shivered as his words, silently begging for more. You’d kill for more of him. You wondered if he knew.

True to your word, it only took a few more thrusts for you to come undone. Endless praises from Pedro echoed in your ear as a rush of euphoria washed over you. Your head fell into the crook of his neck as he continued his movements, chasing after his own high. His movements stilled as he came inside of you, breath uneven.

As he slowly returned to earth, he let his glazed eyes wash over you. You meant more to him than any woman ever had. For you, he just might stay. And in his silence, as you looked into his eyes with a loving smile and hair a mess, he hoped deep down you knew the words he couldn’t say.

I’m so in love with you. I have been for ages, beautiful. Please stay with me.

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