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I‘ve been vibing to 'Meet Me Halfway' for the past few minutes and I NEED an edit of Pedro dancing or whatever with this song💔 I envy editors, congrats on being so talented and being able to turn any of your ideas into edits you lucky fucks🥀 (ily all keep feeding me with your scrumptious vids🥰👍🏻)

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love notes

pairings joel miller x sunshine!reader

summary soft little pieces of his heart as little love letters tucked into your every day. he never asks if you found them. you always do. and he always knows. he’s always there.

tags lots of fluff, quiet love notes, domestic moments, and joel being sweet. set in jackson, post-outbreak. established relationship, and lots of gentle, everyday affection. love in the little things. acts of service as love language, he loves you in silence, quiet love notes, post-it note romance. gets spicier.

masterlist dividers by: @uzmacchiato

you groan as you shuffle into the kitchen, sleep still clinging to your limbs. the coffee tin’s half empty, same as your energy.

you pop the lid and something flutters out. a folded scrap of paper, taped to the inside.

you unfold it, his handwriting unmistakable.

“hope this makes your morning a little better. like you always make mine.”

you lean against the counter, smiling into the quiet, coffee forgotten for just a moment. he grumbles from the other room.

“you find it?”

you call back, voice warm. “yeah. i did.”

“good,” he says. “was worried it’d fall into the grounds.”

it’s laundry day. again. you’re folding socks when one of yours feels heavier than usual. you tug at it—and out falls a tiny square of paper.

“you wear the warmest things but you’re still the one keepin’ this place cozy.”

you glance toward the door where he’s chopping firewood, sleeves rolled, hair a mess. he doesn’t see you watching—but he pauses like he feels it.

you slip the note into your back pocket. you’ll keep it. like you keep him.

you’re brushing your teeth when you spot it. a square of paper tucked into the edge of the mirror behind your toothbrush cup.

it wasn’t there this morning.

you pull it free, toothpaste foam threatening to spill from your mouth.

“every time you smile into this mirror, i fall in love again.”

you’re still holding the note when joel walks by, pauses in the doorway. he doesn’t say anything and just watches you smile.

you rinse and mutter, “you’re such a sap.”

you open the fridge after dinner, just to peek. one slice of pie is left, barely hanging on. there’s a sticky note taped right to the container.

“left you the last piece ’cause you always let me have the first.”

you turn around to find joel pretending to be very busy wiping down the table.

you hold up the pie. “you’re trying to make me cry over dessert?”

he shrugs. “worked?”

you kiss his cheek. “might’ve.”

it’s late. you’re tucking an extra blanket into the corner chair, the one by the window.

something crinkles beneath the cushion — and when you lift it, a folded note slides free.

“this is the spot where i first knew you felt like home.”

you sit there for a while, blanket draped across your lap, eyes misty.

joel finds you minutes later, leans on the doorframe.

“you remember?”

you nod. “i never forgot.”

he walks over and pulls you into his chest, resting his chin on your head.

“me neither.”

you’re changing the sheets when you find it — a tiny folded note tucked deep in the pillowcase.

it must’ve been hiding there for a while.

“just in case you ever forget how much i love you."

your hands still. the quiet hum of the house fills the space where your breath used to be.

joel walks in, drying his hands on a dish towel. he sees you holding the note and stops in his tracks.

“you weren’t supposed to find that so soon,” he mumbles.

you smile, hugging the paper to your chest.

he walks over and presses a kiss to your forehead. “i’m glad you did.”

it’s pouring outside. the kind of steady, peaceful rain that softens the world. you’re curled up on the couch, blanket tucked under your chin, mug of tea balanced in your hands.

inside the mug’s handle, a little square of folded paper.

“you make rainy days feel like sunshine.”

you blink, surprised. then glance toward the kitchen, where joel is drying dishes with a quiet smile on his face.

“you hid it in my mug?” you ask, grinning.

“figured you’d need something sweet before the tea cooled.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

he taps your shoulder gently on his way past. “and you’re the light in this house.”

you wake up late, sun pouring through the curtains. joel’s not in bed but his warmth still lingers in the sheets.

on the nightstand is a note in his handwriting, folded neatly over a coaster.

“you talk in your sleep. last night you said my name like it was a prayer.”

you’re still holding the paper when he walks in with two mugs.

“you sleep okay?” he asks, gently.

you nod, eyes soft. “dreamed of you, i think.”

he hums. “guess we were dreamin’ the same thing.”

you’re getting ready for a short patrol, slipping your jacket on when something crunches in the pocket.

you dig around and pull out a folded napkin, wrapped around a crinkled note and two homemade granola bars.

“i packed the snacks you like. don’t tell ellie i stole hers.”

you laugh, pressing your lips together so it doesn’t escape too loud.

joel’s sitting on the steps, tying his boots. he glances up at you.

you lean down and kissed his lips.

“you’re sweet when you’re sneaky.”

you’re slipped into your coat for a walk, just to clear your head — the kind of quiet escape you’ve both learned to recognize in each other.

your fingers brush paper tucked in the pocket.

it’s small, folded once, his handwriting scratched a little messier than usual.

“you always know how to calm me down. even when i don’t say i need it.”

then you hear his footsteps behind you.

he doesn’t say anything, just lowers himself beside you. his thigh presses gently into yours. his hand finds yours.

it’s late, and you’re ready for bed.

a note.

folded once. the edges soft from fingers lingering too long. there’s a smudge of ink where his thumb probably pressed too hard.

you unfold it and read:

“i ain’t never been good at sayin’ things. but i hope you feel it anyway.”

it’s not long. it’s not fancy.

but it’s everything.

you slip quietly out of the room and find him in the kitchen, stirring sugar into a cup of tea.

he looks up, and for a second, he doesn’t say anything. just studies your face, like he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking.

you don’t say anything either. you walk right up, wrap your arms around him, and hold him like he’s something soft.

and fragile.

and home.

he exhales slowly into your hair, the tension in his shoulders easing. his arms come around you like they were always meant to.

he doesn’t ask if you read it. he doesn’t need to.

you felt it.

late autumn, jackson’s first snowfall.

you wake up to the hush that only snow brings. outside the window, the world is blanketed in fresh white.

you went into the kitchen, chilled but curious, and find a note stuck to the coffee tin with a magnet shaped like a crooked heart.

“happy first snow. i remembered you said it’s your favorite.”

you smile instantly, remembering how you once told joel, offhandedly, barely even thinking that the first snow always felt a little magical.

behind you, the door creaks and he steps inside, boots dusted white, cheeks pink from the cold.

you laugh and launch into his arms before he can shake the cold off.

your one-year anniversary.

you’re not expecting anything. you’d said no fuss. just a quiet day, maybe dinner if the power stays on.

but when you open the drawer, a piece of worn paper flutters out.

“one year ago today, you looked at me and smiled. i’m still not over it.”

your heart stutters.

joel walks in behind you. he’s trying not to smile.

“turn around, sweetheart. ”

a bouquet of fresh flowers.

you step forward and rest your forehead against his chest. “i love you, joel.”

he presses a kiss into your hair, voice low and rough. “i love you more.”

“had a bad dream. didn’t want to wake you. just needed to know you were real.”

found under your pillow after you noticed the sheets were rumpled more than usual.

you sleep in longer than usual. joel was gone when you woke, though the sheets were warm, the air still held the weight of him.

joel comes in moments later, mug in hand, eyes a little tired.

“i didn’t mean to wake you last night,” he says gently.

he sits beside you.

“didn’t want to ruin your sleep.”

“you’re never a ruin,” you whisper, and rest your head on his shoulder.

the sun is warm. you’re humming in the garden patch behind the house, talking to the squash vines like they’re old friends.

“you talk to the plants when you think no one’s listening. they like it. i do too.”

found tucked into your gardening gloves.

you blink, unfolding it carefully.

you glance toward the porch, and sure enough. joel’s sitting on the steps, arms resting on his knees, watching you with that crooked half-smile that never fully reaches his mouth unless he’s looking at you.

“you’re spying again,” you tease.

he shrugs. “i am, and proudly.”

you wrap the scarf around your neck on the first chilly morning of the season. something falls out and flutters to the floor.

a note, tucked between the folds.

“didn’t think i’d ever like autumn again. then you came with your damn scarves and apple pie.”

found folded inside the knit scarf you always wear once the leaves start turning.

you smile, heart thumping. he’s out front, sleeves rolled, cheeks pink from the wind.

you walk out, scarf tight, and toss an apple slice his way.

he catches it mid-air. “you find it?”

“yup,” you say, cheeks warm.

he smirks. “only for you.”

you didn’t make it to midnight. neither did he. you both nodded off tangled under a blanket and empty glasses nearby.

the next morning, you find the note slipped under your glass, a tiny smudge of ash on the corner.

“you're the first person i wanted to kiss 24/7. still do.”

found under your glass on new years morning.

you walk into the kitchen, where joel’s already making breakfast, hair sticking up at odd angles.

you say nothing, just wrap your arms around him from behind and press a kiss to the back of his neck.

“mornin’,”

“happy new year, miller.”

the sun’s out for the first time in weeks. you’re on your knees in the dirt, planting the tiny new shoots you bartered for at the last jackson market. you reach under the flower box to adjust its footing and feel paper brush your fingers.

“spring makes everything bloom. you make me soften.”

found under the porch flower box when you’re planting the first seeds of the year.

you glance up, heart doing that fluttery thing again.

joel’s watching you from the porch, arms crossed, trying not to look obvious.

you hold the note up like a trophy.

“i’m gonna start putting you in a flower box if you keep saying stuff like this.”

he chuckles. “least i’d get some sun.”

you catch him red-handed.

you’re pretending to look for the cinnamon, but really, you’re watching joel from the corner of your eye.

he’s in the living room. thinks you’re distracted. he pulls a note from his back pocket. worn and folded just like all the others and carefully tucks it into your current read on the side table.

you wait until he leaves the room. then you grab the book and open it to find:

“you caught me this time.”

you smile, heart full to the brim, and tiptoe into the hallway.

he’s already halfway up the stairs. you call out, “joel?”

he turns. you hold up the note.

“i think you’re due for a kiss.”

he raises a brow. “that so?”

you nod. “caught you fair and square.”

he smiles wide, just for you.

you press it to your chest, eyes warm. “you don’t have to hide them, you know.”

he shrugs. “kinda liked the hunt.”

you grin and slip your arms around his waist. “then next time, i’m leaving you a note.”

his eyebrows lift. “oh yeah?”

“yeah,” you whisper. “but good luck finding mine.” you’re true to your word.

the next morning, joel is suspicious from the moment he wakes. his coffee is poured, breakfast warm on the table, but you’re suspiciously chipper.

grinning behind your mug like you know something he doesn’t.

because you do.

he pretends not to notice. you pretend you didn’t spend twenty minutes figuring out where to hide the note without him spotting you.

he checks his boots. his coat pockets. even lifts the lid of the sugar jar like maybe you got creative. nothing.

you say nothing. just kiss his cheek and remind him to be careful on patrol.

he kisses you back, lingers a second longer than usual.

when he came back, you found him hunched over the kitchen table, brow furrowed like he’s working a puzzle. he doesn’t even hear you walk in

“you looking for something?”

he glances up, caught again. “i might be.”

you hum, lean against the doorway, smug.

“maybe you just missed it.”

you step closer, brush a curl from his forehead. “want a hint?”

he tilts his chin, inviting. “hit me.”

you lean in and whisper against his ear. “page 237.”

and went outside.

you’d caught him rereading it late at night, the pages softened by time and thumbed-through affection.

he finds the note folded neatly at the page you marked, stuck between a paragraph about dust and distance.

"even when you’re quiet, i hear you. even when you’re gone, i feel you between my legs, in my chest, under my skin. you ruin me, and i want more. always.”

“jesus, baby…” he murmurs, almost to himself.

joel reads it twice. folds it once more, careful, and tucks it into his back pocket like it belongs there—like it always did.

by the time you walk into the room—barefoot and innocent like you didn’t just unravel him with one line. joel's still holding the note.

he looks up at you, eyes a little glossy, a little wide. stunned in that quiet joel kind of way. all softness and awe and love that has nowhere to go but into you.

“you tryna start something, sweetheart?”

you shrug, lazy and sweet. “maybe i’m just reminding you.”

his hand finds your waist. then your throat. gentle, possessive, reverent.

“remindin’ me of what?”

you lean in, lips brushing his jaw, whispering the answer against his skin:

“that i'm yours and you're mine. always.”

joel groans low in his throat. you swear you feel it echo through your bones.

“you ever gonna stop leaving these?” he murmurs, voice thick with something softer than sleep.

“not unless you want me to.”

he shakes his head, gaze pinned to you like you hung the damn moon. “don’t you dare.”

"you too."

“come here,” he mutters, already walking you backward toward the bedroom. “you started it, baby. now you finish it.”

and you do.

with nothing but quiet gasps, loud moans, the sound of skin coated with sweat slapping and the rustle of worn sheets and the sound of joel loving you.

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glasses are the sluttiest thing a man can wear.

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I really think Pedro Pascal could say specifically that he likes having sex with men and the str8s would still be like “how dare you stereotype him like that. he’s not g*y don’t be disgusting. my tarot cards told me he wants a wife so jot that down”

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Is there anyone else who‘s upset whenever they get a notification from tumblr, saying that someone reblogged something or there’s a blog they might like or WHATEVER and then click on it, read the headline and get really excited because maybe it‘s something they were craving to read,, just to get hit with the "character x f!reader" or is it just me

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

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Ugh, Mickey I love you and your writings😭😭🩷

More Logan with a golden retriever boyfriend while he is black cat coded :3

My Masterlist🌱

Logan Howlett x sweetheart!transmasc!reader

part 1 // part 2

If there was one thing he learned about dogs, it was that you had to keep them on a leash. He couldn’t take you anywhere in public without always holding onto your hand, hooking his arm in your own, or keeping his arm around your waist. You would literally wander off.

And you wouldn’t even realize it- he’d lose sight of you and immediately start to panic internally. A few seconds later he finds you somewhere, completely oblivious to his worry. Looking up at him with a wide smile, holding up something you found. “This shirt would look cute on you!” You beam, metaphorical tail wagging.

He just sighs, taking the shirt from you and setting it down, pulling you into his arms and holding you for a few moments. Arms around your neck, keeping you smushed against him while he sets his chin on your head. “Don’t run off again.” He grumbles faintly.

Logan being very versatile and able to adapt in different situations, meanwhile you tend to struggle in new and unfamiliar environments. You try your best to keep a smile on your lips, but he always notices how your body shrinks slightly, or how your eyes weren’t as bright.

He learns pretty early on that things work out best if he lets you adjust to new spaces slowly, taking in all of the new sights and sounds on your own terms. Will take you to a new restaurant during non-peak hours, get you to events an hour or two early, and will always offer to drive when you’re in an unfamiliar area.

You loved driving. So many cool things to look at and it was fun to basically play Mario kart in real life. Logan would always smile to himself whenever he heard you say ‘Cow!’ excitedly when you passed by a farm- or when you quickly tapped him, pointing to a pasture and grinning about the horses.

And as much as you loved driving, it was just as nice when Logan wanted to drive. You got to curl up in the passenger seat, playing games on your phone or reading a book. Sometimes you’d get to just stare out the window and watch all of the world go by. Logan wasn’t much of a talker during drives, which was perfect for you. There was too much going on to be able to focus on conversation.

One time during a really long drive Logan told you to lay down in the back seat, get some sleep. He constantly checked on you through the rear view mirror, driving extra carefully to make sure he didn’t wake you up. Smiles to himself when he sees you using his jacket as a blanket and his bag as a pillow, curled up as much as you could be in the small space.

When Logan slept, he slept hard. You were a little more of a light sleeper, more easily startled by noises and whatnot. Sometimes the two of you would fall asleep on the couch together, and if someone knocked on the door you would immediately jolt awake, body on edge from the noise. Logan would yawn tiredly, his eyes opening as he sees you staring at the door, trying to determine if the person would just leave or not. He ruffles your hair comfortingly before getting up to answer it, knowing you could be nervous around strangers. “I’ll get it, bub. Just lay back down.” He’d murmur groggily.

Logan was very much the type to sit back and relax when a package got delivered, not paying any mind to it. You on the other hand would wait at the door for the mailman to leave before you could quickly go outside, grabbing the box and bringing it in. You always inspected the box, grabbing scissors and opening it excitedly. Logan let packages stack up by the door until he literally had to bring them in.

Now, while he wasn’t a very outdoorsy person, he would do it for you. “Can we go to the zoo? Pretty please?” You’d ask sweetly, a wide smile on your lips. You knew just how to manipulate him with your puppy dog eyes, always making Logan sigh in defeat. “Fine. But I am not riding the stupid little train that goes around the place.” He’d grumble. Skip to three hours later and Logan has his arm around your shoulders, sunglasses on as he sits at the caboose of the kiddy train, watching you excitedly point to all of the different animals you had just seen hours ago.

In the beginning of your relationship, Logan was still holding onto his tendencies to go out to bars at night, drinking until he got tired of it. He never thought much of it. That was until he got home one night to your place, walking in the door with a tired sigh, setting his keys aside. It was maybe 3am by this point, and he was sure you’d be cozied up in bed and he’d gladly join you.

When he walked into the living area he found you sitting awake on the couch, trying not to fall asleep. Waiting for him to come home. His poor baby was exhausted, but you didn’t want to go to bed without him. “I thought you might need me to come get you.” You explained tiredly, and he felt his heart break a little. He quickly scooped you up, bringing you to bed and making sure you got the sleep you needed. Needless to say, he never stayed out that late again.

thanks for reading!! notes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :3

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on the kama sutra thing... imagine if ellie finds the book. she asks joel if she can borrow something and he just goes "yeah, it's in my room", then as she's about to reach his room, he remembers what's still on his nightstand from last night... by the time he runs upstairs, she's already gotten the book open and is looking through the pages. joel walks is and she immediately goes "it's uhh- light on the reading, but there's some- how the fuck is this even possible? this one, what, how do you even balance- wait, why is this page dog-eared- did you guys- OH MY GOD, EW, I'M GONNA GO BLEACH MY EYES", throws the book back on the nightstand and literally runs to the bathroom and starts throwing water at her eyes. needless to say she spends a few days without being able to look at joel and his partner.

*Joel, sprinting upstairs, a look of pure panic on his face* "Ellie! Wait! Don't touch the... the... ancient texts!"

*Ellie, already flipping through the Kama Sutra, eyes wide* "Woah, check this out! Page 13? Is that... are they... defying gravity and human anatomy?!"

*Joel, bursting into the room, beet-red* "Those are... antique yoga poses! Very... good for the core!"

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Omg omg omg this is gonna be fire

he is family (Part One)

pairings: joel miller x male!reader

summary: A close call makes you and Joel realize how much you mean to one another.

warnings: slowburn, mild cussing, gun violence, angst if you squint and injury to reader

a/n: i realized halfway through writing this that I was mixing the game and show... whoops! i also randomly decided to turn it into a small series because I kept getting ideas!

The car ride back to Jackson was silent, the only sound was the car and the soft snores from Ellie in the back. Joel hadn't said anything to you since you all got into the car, you didn't want to pry. He placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed his thumb back and forth, you knew this was his way of reassuring you.

"We need to keep this between you and me."

"What exactly?" You looked over at him confused.

"We can't tell her the truth...I'm just going to tell her that there are more people like her." You knew he meant well, but this was wrong. You didn't want to disagree and cause a fight, so you nodded and went with it.

The silence consumed you all again until Ellie woke up. She groaned and you both came back to reality.

As the roads went on, you could only think of how you ended up in this passenger seat, not imagining that this is where you would be back in Boston. That's where you first meet Joel, where you both had met as smugglers. He was all brawn, and you were the brains of your duo operation. Although Joel didn't work with the Fireflies, you worked closely with Marlene. She knew she could trust you with this difficult mission, but she knew that you'd be able to get by with Joel's help.

And you did, in fact, you realized that this would be 20x more difficult without his help. There were far too many close calls. You had almost blown your legs off when you reached Bill's Town, thankfully Joel had grabbed your shirt and yanked you to the ground before you could get too close to tripwire. At first you were mad he ever thought to grab you like that, but the look on his face washed the frustration away. Something about him had always captivated you, you could never put your finger on it. What you didn't know is that Joel was wondering the same thing...

When you got to Pittsburgh, that was a can of worms you had never expected to be opening. You rolled upon a road with city where and injured man stumbled in front of you, begging for help. You went to get out of the car, unsure of what took over you when Joel grabbed your arm and pulled you back in. You and Ellie looked at Joel with confusion when he remarked,

"He ain't even hurt."

He raced the car forward, which prompted the "injured" man to begin shooting, your instinct was to cover Ellie. You tried to keep yourself calm for whatever you had stumbled yourself into, even though all you could sense was that the truck was sliding around wildly. Only to feel the wind knocked out of you when you felt your side of the truck hit by what you could imagine was a truck. The truck finally crashed into a convenience store, where you stumbled to get yourself and Ellie out. You reached back in the vehicle to get your pack while Joel struggled to get out, you hoped he was okay to move. Before you could even think, one of them grabbed Ellie and began to carry her away as she screamed and fought.

"Let go of me you chickenshit!"

Just as you managed to get your gun out, you heard Ellie call out to Joel, just to see him being dragged out of the car. You knew to get Ellie first, shooting for his head, but just grazing him in the neck, catching Ellie and placing her by the truck before rushing over to help Joel. You found a bottle and threw it at the man, whom was holding Joel's face to the glass of a broken cooler. You tackled him down once he had been stunned and then stabbed him as well. You hid behind the counter quickly, not before sharing a look with Joel, as if he was saying 'Thanks for saving my ass'. You two kept having moments like this, the quiet glances but appreciative, nonetheless.

Then you met Henry and Sam, you were more interested in helping them then Joel was. Maybe, it was the Firefly part of you. You had always been more interested in helping others, you had been since the beginning of everything. FEDRA had hurt those closest to you, that's why you had joined the Fireflies so early on, why Marlene trusted you so much with this mission. You knew you couldn't disappoint her; she was all that you had left... until Joel and Ellie came into your life. You had grown to care for Ellie, you began to know what it was like to feel paternal in a strange sort of way. But with how you felt toward Joel was... different.

But you knew this wouldn't last long. You and Joel had spoken and he had described his plans of how he was going to stay with Tommy, let you and Ellie finish this on your own. He always said he wanted to let you be the one to finish the job, prove yourself to Marlene, but a small part of you knew that he was becoming attached and didn't want a repeat of what happened to Sarah. He had never really talked about it in depth with you, but you knew she was the one he lost first. You wondered if he'd ever let himself talk about all of that.

After getting yourselves out of Pittsburgh, through the raiders and thieves, you finally felt a moment of peace. Joel finally seemed able to relax, reminiscing about the past with Henry.

"That's all he wanted to do is just - rent two Harleys and drive across the country."

"Ah man, I could die happy if I could just ride one around the block. What was it like?"

"It was good. It was real good."

You smiled, thinking of what younger Joel and Tommy would have been like on their bikes, how different they would have been if none of this happened. You chuckled.

"If money still mattered in this world, I'd bet some money to see Joel on a Harley."

"I'd have to say that I felt pretty smug on one."

Henry laughed.

"I bet you picked up a lot of women on that, Joel."

Ellie cringed and stood up.

"I'm gonna leave you three alone.."

You smiled at her awkward nature.

"Don't worry, kiddo, don't have to worry bout any women flirting with Joel."

"Hey, I may not be young and nimble like you two, but I might be handsome to someone out there."

"Hey, never said you weren't handsome."

You realized what you had said and went red, thankfully the lamp in the corner of the room didn't give it away. But what you did notice was Joel surprised look, he tried to hide his shit eating grin at hearing that he was still handsome. A small part of him was even more happy that it was from you.

When you all settled in for the night, everyone laid their sleeping bags out, scattered about the room with Sam deciding to sleep in the room over, something about being a light sleeper. You decided to face the wall, sitting with your back to everyone else. You were nearly asleep when you heard soft groans beside you, which belonged to Joel. You sat up slightly, looking to him, finding him tossing and turning. Having been along this journey, you found that Joel often struggled with nightmares, you always thought it had something to do with Sarah, because he'd murmur her name before waking up in a cold sweat. You don't know what had come over you, maybe whatever was in that canned food made you sick in that head but you couldn't stop your hand; which found its way to Joel's back. You started to rub and soothe his back, going in a circular motion. You scooted closer, snaking your hand around his midsection to where his hand rested on the ground, holding his hand while your face was against his back. You don't know why you stayed like that, what if he pushed you away? What if you just made him uncomfortable and he hated this? But, you could feel Joel calm down in your grasp, his worried mutters turning to soft snores. Something about this had made both of you safe enough to sleep the whole night.

You felt the sunlight pulling your eyes open, reaching beside yourself to not find Joel. You hoped that when you opened your eyes, he'd still be there. You sat up, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes, only to see Joel smile at you.

"Mornin' sleepy head."

"Morning to you too, old timer."

"Would you two quit flirting? I'm trying to make breakfast here!"

Henry joked, but for some reason it made you feel warm. You wondered if he woke up and found the two of you tangled together. Or did Joel wake up beside you and try to put the most distance between you two. Thankfully you still found his bag right beside yours, it made a small part of you smile.

You noticed Ellie tossing in her bag, finding herself awoken by the soft noise the three of you made. She sat up and yawned.

"Damn. That smells good."

Joel smiled at her from his lookout spot by the window.

"Good morning."

She dusted herself off and inquired to Henry.

"Where's Sam?"

"I let him sleep in for once"

"Oh.."

Ellie muttered, disappointed.

"Well, if you want him to join us, you can go wake his ass up."

Ellie smiled at being given the green light to wake up her friend, probably had silly jokes she wished to tell him about. Suddenly, this moment of piece was shattered. Ellie tumbled through the door, with Sam hissing and snarling on top of her.

"Shit! He's turnin'!"

Joel ran to his napsack but wasn't fast enough before Henry shot in his direction, knocking Joel backwards.

"That's my fucking brother!"

While he had his eyes set on Joel, you hoped he wouldn't notice you reaching for your gun. You aimed at Sam, knowing that Ellie needed to be saved. Before you could pull the trigger, you heard another gunshot. It happened so fast, one moment you had the gun in your hand and the next moment the gun was on the ground and your sleeve was soaked in blood. The adrenaline kicked in and your eyes were wide in shock. You noticed Joel looking down at you seeing your arm was all bloodied from the bullet grazing your forearm.

Before you knew it Sam was on the ground and Henry was in shock at what he had done, finding someone to blame he pointed the gun at Joel. You didn't realize the tears running down your face until you wiped your cheek. Ellie crawled to you, quietly asking if you were okay. You couldn't even think of what to say when suddenly Henry crumbled to the ground, having shot himself. Ellie shielded herself in your chest, you tried your best to hide this from her view but you knew she would see worse. You began to feel lightheaded, one from the traumatic scene in front you but you also forgot about your injury. The room was spinning when you felt yourself fall back and heard Ellie gasp.

Your eyes peeled open, finding Ellie hovering over you.

"Joel, he's awake!"

You heard his urgent footsteps over to you, seeing him hovering over you. You tried to look at your arm, sitting up which Joel placed his large hand on your chest and lightly pushed you down.

"No, no, stay down."

You lifted your arm as much as you could, just enough to see that your forearm was bandaged up. You didn't know how long you had been out for, but you had noticed that Sam and Henry were no longer in the room.

"I found a car with some gas left in it, I was gonna move you to it, try to move while we still can."

You nodded, like you really had a choice. Joel would have put you in the car whether you liked it or not. You didn't want to waste any more time today, feeling somehow at fall for everything that occurred. You insisted you didn't need any help, not wanting to be a burden to Joel, or seem weak to Ellie. Despite your arguing, Joel stayed close by your side while you walked to the vehicle. You dropped yourself into the passenger seat, nearly feeling lightheaded again. As you settled into the seat, Ellie sat behind you, flipping through her joke book to take her mind off of losing more people. You looked to the field beside the motel you had stayed in, noticing two piles of freshly placed dirt. You felt a pit in your stomach, feeling at fault for all of this. A voice inside your head yelled at you for even letting this happen.

As the three of you got on the road again, you knew you had to be more careful, not get to close to these two... because what if something happened and you couldn't save them? What if?

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I don‘t know where the sudden need of Gregory fucking House comes from but here I am I guess😇

oh to be a stealth trans man in 2008 getting fingerbanged in a nightclub bathroom stall by dr. gregory house with rihanna’s “please don’t stop the music” echoing from the dance floor

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Ben knew it was wrong. He was committing adultery (again). Ephebophilia. Cheating. Whatever label suits your story, Ben Harmon was doing it at this very moment. He tried to fight it. Honest, he did. He learned his lesson after Hayden, but old habits die hard.

He was on the outs with Vivien, and he tried to make it right by moving here to California, but it wasn't good enough. Vivien still couldn't forgive Ben for what he'd done, and Violet was in her own little world to figure out what was going on between her classmate from school, and her father.

What started out as innocent studying between Violet and Y/N, turned into one of those bad gay pornos that you look up on the internet and jerk off too. Ben was ashamed of it, but, God, was it hot.

Ben groans as Y/N had his lips around his hard prick. Tonight was different. Vivien was visiting her sister three hours away, and took Violet along with her, so there would be no interruptions tonight. Y/N was all his.

Ben's fingers tangle in his hair, guiding Y/N's head as he pleasured him. His cock throbs against his tongue, the sensation electric. He leans back against the bathroom counter, exhaling sharply. “Fuck, that feels incredible. You're so good at that.”

Y/N licks underneath Ben's shaft, and swirls his tongue on the head. He looks up at the older man. "I've been practicing at home. Wanted to make it so good for you, Daddy".

Ben's eyes roll back slightly at Y/N's words, his grip on his hair tightening. He lets out a low groan, clearly enjoying the sensation and the sight of Y/N between his legs. “Jesus Christ, that's hot. Keep doing that, baby. You're making Daddy so fucking hard.”

Nodding his head, Y/N gets back to work on Ben's hard cock, bobbing back and forth, coating the dick in saliva. Ben's hips begin to move in rhythm with Y/N's mouth, his breathing becoming more ragged. He looks down at him, his eyes filled with lust and admiration. "Goddamn, you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth. You're such a good little slut for Daddy, aren't you?"

Y/N hums in response as he sucks Ben off like his favorite popsicle. Working the older man over, swirling his tongue on the slit.

Ben's hand suddenly moves from his hair to his own mouth, stifling a loud moan as Y/N hits that perfect spot with his tongue. His balls draw up tight. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum down that pretty little throat if you keep that up.”

Hearing those words only spurred Y/N more. He changes his dick sucking rhythm to a faster pace, determined to make Dr. Harmon cum like a fire hose. Ben's warning quickly turns into a strangled moan as Y/N speeds up, his cock pulsing intensely against his tongue. With a shuddering groan, he explodes, spurting thick ropes of cum directly down his eager throat. He leans back on the counter, gasping. "Holy shit.”

Y/N looks up at him and smirks. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he stands up. "Did you like that, Daddy?”

Ben's chest was heaving as he caught his breath. A satisfied smirk plays on his lips. "Like it? Baby, that was fucking incredible. You sucked my cock like a pro." He reaches out. "Come here.” Y/N goes to him. He pulls Y/N close, wrapping his arms around his waist. His face leans down to his, his lips a whisper away from Y/N's. "What am I going to do with you?”

“You could fuck my ass in your bed?” Y/N suggested with a filthy smirk.

Ben's eyebrows raise mischievously, his hands tightening around his waist possessively. "You want that? You want Daddy to bend you over his bed and teach you a lesson?" He growls lowly, his voice dripping with unspent desire.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Ben's smirk turns into a full-blown grin, his eyes darkened with lust. He spins Y/N around and gives his ass a firm smack. "Then get upstairs to my bedroom. Bend over that bed and show Daddy that pretty little ass.”

Both of them head down the hallway to Ben and Vivien's bedroom, unaware that two ghosts named: Patrick and Tate were watching them, noticeable bulges in their pants as they walk down the hall for the second act.

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YES

him fingering me... until his own hand is glistening with my slick juices... and he uses that hand to jerk his leaking throbbing cock...

need. need. need. needddddddddd.

[jacobispunk]

I just imagine Jason fucking you in the backseat of his truck. It’s a ritual between you and him that after a good smuggling operation, he fucks you as celebration.

He drives to a secluded area, too horny to drive home. (Loves car sex and probably public.) He hastily unbuckles his seatbelt and pulls you with him to the backseat.

Sloppily kissing you, gripping your hair as he devours your mouth. You could feel him grinding his clothed cock against your ass… your cock grinding against his abdomen 😩

Then he fucks you… maybe sucking your cock. His sweaty, muscular body sticking against yours. The air was heady with musky sweat and sex 🤤 anybody walking by could tell what was going on, from the car shaking to the loud moans.

Jason spurt gallons of cum. All that stress leaves him pent up. He is grateful to have you as his partner (cocksleeve and cumdump 🥰)

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Please recommend some dbf!joel x male reader (can also be ftm) fictions, I feel like I‘ve already read everything🥀

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Please💔

cowboy joel miller who fucks you in a field on a picnic blanket :33 (heavily inspired by lana del rey- tough)

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I love him sm omg :( we all need Pedro in our lives

“that’s my sister! that’s my younger sister! isn’t she gorgeous?”

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WOWOWOWOW THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAGGING ME🥹🥹🫶🏻 I loved this chapter, it was so sweet and full of love :(( soft Joel makes me weak💔 can‘t wait to read more from you in the future!!!!!!🫂💞💞

Peru: Day Three

Joel Miller x M!reader

Summary: This chapter is a sweet one, with a hint of fear and heartfelt conversation. I’m keeping it spoiler-free, so no detailed summary this time.

Series Warnings: Fluff · AGE GAP · SMUT · 18+ · Joel is my father’s friend · Cigarettes · Alcohol · Mentions of toxic ex · threats, protective p in a, No Y/N, not an OUTBREAK and more that i cant think right now.

Note: I was originally planning for this chapter to be about visiting Machu Picchu, but I changed my mind and decided to focus on strengthening the relationships in the story instead.

(Dividers by @saradika-graphics) Other Fics of Mine

Series Materialist Previous Chapter

The next morning, I woke to the weight and warmth of strong arms wrapped gently around me. The room was quiet, filled with the soft hush of morning light seeping through the curtains. I blinked slowly, my body still heavy with sleep, and turned just enough to see him.

Joel was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The sunlight touched his face, golden and soft, catching in the tousled mess of his dark hair. It made him glow, like a painting that had come to life. His features, usually so serious and sharp, were relaxed his jaw slack, his lips slightly parted, his lashes casting faint shadows beneath his eyes. He looked peaceful in a way I’d never seen before, and something about that undid me a little.

I didn’t want to move.

His hand rested over my waist, fingers curled gently against my skin like even in sleep, he was holding on. I shifted just enough to tuck myself closer, my forehead brushing the curve of his neck, and breathed him in. He smelled faintly like the sea, like salt and warm skin and the faintest trace of my shampoo.

I let my hand rest on his chest, right where his heart was beating slow and steady beneath my palm. I could feel the softness of his skin, the rise and fall of his breath, the quiet hum of safety in the space between us.

Outside, the world was waking up, but in that bed, wrapped in Joel’s arms, time didn’t feel real. It felt like I could stay like that forever.

After a few minutes of quiet, I felt the soft scratch of Joel’s beard against my head as he shifted slightly, his breath warm and steady near my ear.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep, a low rumble in the peaceful morning air.

I tilted my head to look up at him, catching the golden light spilling through the window, lighting up his face. His hair was tousled, his eyes half-closed, and he had this peaceful look on his face that made my heart settle.

“Good morning,” I whispered, my smile coming naturally, like it always did when I was with him.

His thumb brushed lazily against my side, drawing slow, comforting circles, and I felt a warmth spread through me. “You sleep okay?”

I nodded, resting my head back on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat. “Yeah. I think that might’ve been the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

Joel’s voice was soft when he replied, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, me too.”

Joel leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head before slowly slipping out of bed. I watched as he stretched, his back arching slightly, muscles catching the warm morning light. He pulled on his boxers, then reached for the clothes he had left folded on the chair the night before—yesterday’s shirt and pants, wrinkled but still holding the scent of the ocean and our time together.

Once dressed, he walked over to the bed again, leaned down, and kissed me gently slow, sweet, like he didn’t want to leave but knew he had to.

“I’m going back to my room for a bit,” he said, his voice still soft and low. “Gonna grab some clean clothes and wash my face. I look like I slept in the desert.”

I smiled, still wrapped in the sheets, hair a mess and skin warm. “You look good to me.”

He smirked and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re biased.”

“Maybe,” I said, grinning.

Joel backed toward the door, his hand on the handle, eyes on me like he didn’t want to stop looking. “Be right back.”

And with that, he slipped out, leaving the room a little quieter but still filled with the feeling of him.

When Joel left, the room felt emptier, but I didn’t let myself linger in the silence for too long. I stretched, letting the warmth of the morning seep into my skin, then climbed out of bed. I picked out a pair of loose-fitting blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt, not too cropped, but just enough to feel light and easy. The fabric brushed softly against my skin as I moved, still warm from sleep and the touch of Joel.

I headed to the bathroom, splashing cool water on my face and brushing my teeth. The routine grounded me after such a surreal and perfect night. My reflection looked a little more alive than usual, like happiness had left its mark on me.

Just as I was finishing up, I heard a gentle knock on the door. My heart jumped a little, already knowing who it was. I walked over and opened it.

There he was. Joel, freshly showered, wearing a crisp t-shirt and dark jeans that fit him too well. His hair was still damp at the edges, and he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered right then.

"Hey," he said, smiling.

"Hey," I replied, stepping aside so he could come in.

When I closed the door, Joel leaned in and kissed me. It was soft and slow, so careful like he was pouring something honest into it. I melted into him, into the safety of it.

When we finally pulled apart, I looked at him and asked, "Are you excited for today?"

He gave a small smile, eyes warm and steady on mine. "Yeah," he said, voice low and rough like gravel smoothed by time. "But more than that... I'm just glad I get to spend it with you."

I felt my cheeks heat up and looked down, a little shy. "Don’t say that," I mumbled.

He stepped closer and gently took my chin, tilting it up until I was looking at him again. His hand was rough but the touch was gentle.

"I say it ‘cause it’s true," he said, simple and sure. Then he gave me that quiet smile of his, the one that made me feel like I belonged somewhere.

"That’s what scares me," I said quietly, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Joel’s brow furrowed a little. “What do you mean?”

I let out a breath, my voice soft, raw. “Joel, the things I feel about you… I can’t. I don’t…” I looked away, my thoughts tangled. “My father, all of it… I don’t know how to deal with this.”

Joel didn’t say anything right away. He just watched me, not pushing, not judging. Then, in that steady voice of his, he said, “You ain’t gotta have it all figured out right now. Hell, I sure as hell don’t.”

He stepped in a little closer. “But whatever this is between us… it ain’t nothin’. And I ain’t goin’ anywhere unless you tell me to.”

His words were so simple, but they landed deep. I looked back at him, and for a moment, the weight in my chest felt a little lighter.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere,” I said quietly, unsure if I’d spoken out loud until the silence answered me.

Joel’s eyes softened. He stepped closer and took my hand with a gentleness that made something in my chest tighten.

“I ain't planning on going anywhere,” he said, his voice low and sure. “Not unless you’re the one tellin’ me to.”

I shook my head, quickly, a little too fast. “No. I’m not. I just... I’ve never felt like this before. And it scares the hell out of me.”

Joel nodded like he understood every word even before I said it.

“Me too,” he admitted. “But just ‘cause something’s scary doesn’t mean it ain’t worth it.”

I looked up at him. Really looked. And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I could breathe.

“I want this, Joel,” I said, my voice steadier now. “Even if I don’t know exactly what it means yet.”

He gave my hand a soft squeeze. “That’s enough for me.”

Joel pulled me into a tight hug, and I buried my face in his chest, letting the warmth of him settle over me. He didn’t pull away, just held me close, his arms wrapped around me like he didn’t want to let go either.

After a while, I pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. “So what’s the plan?”

Joel smiled and chuckled softly, running a hand through his messy hair. “Well, we’re gonna pack up all our stuff, head to the airport, catch a flight, take a bus, and then a train. It’s gonna be a long trip.”

I grinned, teasing a little, “Thank God I got a good night’s sleep, then.”

He looked at me, eyes full of affection. “Good thing, ‘cause you’re gonna need it.”

I looked around my room, hands on my hips, and sighed. “So you’re telling me I have to pack this whole mess?”

Joel gave me that familiar smirk, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. “I think that’s what I said, baby.”

I let out a dramatic huff. “Okay,” I muttered in the most bored tone I could manage, then started shoving things into my bag, half-pouting the whole time.

Joel came over and helped, folding some of my clothes while pretending not to notice how slowly I was moving. I glanced at him and rolled my eyes. “I’ll help you pack too, promise.”

He gave a low chuckle. “You better. I ain’t carryin’ all your stuff and mine.”

About an hour later, we finally had all my stuff packed up. Joel’s room was our next stop, and compared to mine, it looked like a hotel ad neat, organized… except for one lone pair of boxers on the floor.

I bent to pick them up, holding them by the waistband with a grin. There was a huge white stain inside, and I raised an eyebrow as I turned to him. “Did I do this to you?”

Joel looked over from where he was zipping his bag, eyes flicking to what I held in my hand. A slow smirk spread across his face. “Sweetheart, that’s the least damage you did.”

I laughed, feeling the heat rush to my face. “You’re unbelievable.”

He walked over, took the boxers from me with a teasing look, and leaned in close. “And you’re trouble.”

The way he said it sent a warm ripple through my chest and maybe a little lower.

As I glanced around the room, my eyes landed on a long button-up shirt draped over the edge of the bed. It was green with subtle brown stripes, soft and worn in the way clothes get after being loved for years. I picked it up and slipped it on. It hung loosely on me, the sleeves brushing my knuckles, and I liked how it felt.

Joel turned just as I was adjusting the collar. He walked over and reached out to smooth something near my shoulder. "Suits you," he said quietly. "Keep it."

I blinked at him. "Really?"

He nodded with a soft smile. "Yeah. Looks better on you anyway."

I smiled back, my fingers brushing the hem of the shirt like it was something precious. We packed up the last of his things. He didn’t have much, just the essentials. When everything was zipped and ready, Joel dropped down on the bed with a quiet sigh.

I pulled out my phone and texted my dad to see if he was ready. A minute later, he replied saying he’d be out front of the hotel in an hour. I tucked my phone back into my pocket and looked over at Joel, already feeling the anticipation for the day ahead.

"So, what are we gonna do with this hour we have?" I asked, looking over at Joel as he sat on the bed.

He raised an eyebrow, that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, I think you already got somethin' in mind, baby."

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. "Maybe I do," I said, stepping closer, letting the shirt I was wearing fall just enough to tease him.

Joel leaned back on his hands, eyes trailing down then back up to meet mine. "Yeah… I figured you might."

I stopped just inches away from the bed, my hands resting lightly on my hips. "You always seem to know what I'm thinking," I teased, my voice soft but steady.

"Only 'cause you make it so obvious," he shot back, his smirk deepening. He didn’t move, but I could see the tension in his muscles, the way his fingers gripped the edge of the bed just a little tighter.

Reaching out, I let my fingertips brush against his knee, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his jeans. "Maybe I just like making it obvious," I murmured, my eyes never leaving his.

His breath hitched, just barely, but I caught it. I always did. Slowly, I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands sliding up his thighs. His eyes darkened, and I could hear the faintest groan escape his lips as I leaned in closer.

"Jesus, baby," he muttered, his hands moving to cradle my face.

I didn’t say anything, just looked up at him through my lashes, my lips parting slightly. My fingers found the button of his jeans, and I made quick work of it, pulling the zipper down with a deliberate slowness.

When I finally freed him from the confines of his jeans, I couldn’t help but let out a soft breath. He was already hard, the length of him straining against the fabric of his boxers. I traced a finger along the outline of him, feeling him jerk beneath my touch.

"Fuck," he growled, his hands tightening in my hair.

I smiled, a wicked little curve of my lips, before hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down. He sprang free, and I took a moment to just look at him, to savor the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his jaw clenched as he tried to hold back.

Leaning in, I pressed a soft kiss to the tip of him, feeling him shudder beneath me. My tongue darted out, tasting him, and I heard him curse under his breath.

"Sweetheart, you’re gonna kill me," he muttered, his fingers stroking through my hair.

I didn’t respond, just wrapped my lips around him, taking him deeper into my mouth. His hips bucked instinctively, and I moaned around him, the vibration sending a jolt through his body.

My hands rested on his thighs, steadying myself as I began to move, my mouth sliding up and down his length with a rhythm that had him groaning my name. His fingers tightened in my hair, not pulling, just holding on as if he needed something to ground him.

"God," he groaned, his head falling back against the mattress. "You feel so fucking good."

I hummed in response, the sound sending another shiver through him. My tongue swirled around the head of him, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath, and I felt his thighs tense beneath my hands.

He was close, I could tell by the way his breathing grew ragged, by the way his fingers clenched and unclenched in my hair. I quickened my pace, taking him deeper, wanting to push him over the edge.

"Baby, I’m…" His voice broke off, a low growl escaping his throat as he came, his hips jerking up into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, not pulling away until he was completely spent.

When I finally looked up at him, his eyes were hooded, his chest still heaving. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from my face. "You’re gonna be the death of me."

I smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his thigh. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."

Joel let out a shaky breath, his hand still gently resting on my jaw. "I need to go return the motorcycle," he said after a moment, his voice low and a little hoarse. "Wanna come with me?"

I looked up at him, still catching my breath, and gave a soft smile. "Nah… go ahead. I’ll start double-checking our stuff, maybe have a coffee downstairs or something."

He nodded, leaning down to kiss me slow and deep, like a silent thank you. "I won’t be long," he murmured against my lips.

"You better not," I said, playfully tugging at his shirt before he stood.

He smirked as he grabbed his keys, tossing me one last look before heading out the door.

I sat on his bed, still wearing the shirt he gave me, pulling it close and breathing in his scent. It was warm and familiar, like comfort wrapped in fabric. I picked up my phone and scrolled through the photos I’d taken of him smiling, relaxed, that moment on the motorcycle with the wind in his hair. I couldn’t help it I posted one to my story, then added a short video of our ride. Just a glimpse. Just enough.

It didn’t take long before my friends started messaging me, asking if I was having a good time. I texted back for a bit, giving vague answers and little hints.

Then a new message popped up.

Joel: I see you’re looking at my pictures.

I smiled, my thumbs already hovering over the screen when a second one came through.

Joel: You miss me already?

My smile grew wider, and I leaned back against the pillows, still clutching his shirt.

I stared at his message for a second, biting back a grin before typing my reply.

Me: Maybe.

Then I snapped a quick photo me curled up on his bed, still wearing his shirt, hair a little messy, eyes soft and sent it without thinking twice.

A few seconds passed. Then three dots appeared. He was typing.

He texted back

Joel: Good.

Just one word, but I could practically hear it his deep, rough voice, low and certain, like he was standing right behind me whispering it in my ear. It sent a chill down my spine, in the best way.

I bit my lip, heart thudding, and typed back:

Me: You always know what to say, huh?

A beat passed. Then his reply came in:

Joel: Only when it’s about you, sweetheart.

We left it at that.

I got up, still wearing Joel’s shirt, and headed down to the hotel cafeteria. The smell of coffee hit me instantly warm, comforting, grounding. I ordered a cup and stood there waiting, eyes wandering casually around the room. That’s when I saw him.

My dad.

He was sitting at a small table by the window, leaning in a little too close to a woman who looked just a few years older than me. She laughed at something he said, her hand brushing his arm.

I blinked, then smirked.

Grabbing my coffee, I walked over.

"Good morning, Dad," I said, my tone light but my expression smug. He looked up, startled like a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t.

Then I turned to her. "Hi," I said, holding out my hand. "I’m his son."

She smiled, a little awkward. "Julie," she replied, shaking my hand.

I could feel the discomfort radiating off my dad. He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, trying to find the right words. I just sipped my coffee calmly, like this wasn’t totally weird or mildly hilarious.

"I’m gonna leave you two to talk," I said, stepping back from the table.

Then I turned to Julie with a polite smile. "It was nice meeting you."

She smiled warmly. "You too."

With that, I walked away, coffee in hand, heading toward the pool. The sun was already strong, reflecting off the water in soft glimmers. I found an empty lounge chair, dropped into it, and let out a long breath. The quiet hum of the morning around me felt calm, but my mind was still buzzing.

Then my phone buzzed.

Joel: Where are you?

I typed back, At the pool.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps and looked up to see him walking over, a lazy smile on his face.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” I answered, smiling back.

He sat down beside me, brushing his hand against mine. “How you doin’?”

“I’m good,” I said, then let out a short laugh. “Just saw my dad… with his new very young girlfriend.”

Joel raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Yeah?”

“What?” I said, pretending to be innocent.

He leaned back, clearly waiting. So I told him everything—how awkward my dad looked, how Julie smiled like she wasn’t sure if she was meeting his son or his younger brother. I told him about the tension, the forced politeness, the weird way my dad kept adjusting his shirt like it would somehow make him look cooler.

By the time I finished, Joel was laughing so hard he nearly choked on his own breath.

“You serious?” he asked between laughs.

“Dead serious.”

“Goddamn,” he muttered, wiping a tear from his eye. “That poor bastard. Tryin’ so hard and still makin’ it worse.”

“Yeah,” I grinned. “I almost felt bad. Almost.”

He chuckled again, reaching over to squeeze my knee.

Joel pulled out his phone and glanced at the time. “Let me call your old man,” he said, already dialing. “If we stay out here any longer, we’re gonna miss that plane.”

He stepped a few feet away to talk. I watched him pace for a moment, the sun catching in his hair, one hand on his hip like he was trying to stay patient.

After a short call, he came back and slipped the phone into his pocket. “Alright,” he said. “He’s getting ready. I’m gonna go grab our stuff.”

I stood up, ready to follow, but he gave me a look. “Nope. Stay here. I’ve got it.”

“You sure?”

He smirked. “Yeah. Don’t think I didn’t see you dragging your feet earlier. Sit tight, sweetheart.”

Before I could argue, he was already walking back toward the hotel.

We met up out front just as planned, and not long after, we headed to the airport. On the plane, my dad ended up in the middle seat, right between me and Joel which meant we couldn’t say much. We exchanged a few glances, a couple soft smiles, but that was it. After about an hour, we landed and hopped on a bus to the train station.

Joel and I sat side by side this time, talking a little about the flight, but still keeping it casual with my dad nearby. It wasn’t until we got on the train that things shifted. It was the longest ride, four hours and honestly the most exhausting part of the trip so far. The only good thing? My dad had booked a seat in another part of the train, so Joel and I finally had some space to breathe.

When we found our seats, Joel sat right beside me. The moment he settled in, his hand reached for mine, his fingers gently intertwining with mine, playing with them absentmindedly.

“You tired?” I asked, glancing at him.

“A little,” he murmured. “Might get some sleep.”

“Hmm, that’s a good idea.”

As the train started moving, I pulled out my phone and headphones. I offered him one, and he took it without a word, sliding it into his ear. I picked a soft playlist, something calm and familiar. Joel leaned his head on my shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. His breath was steady, warm against my neck.

After a while, I shifted gently, guiding his head onto my lap so he could stretch out. He didn’t stir. I smiled, watching him for a moment, then rested my head back and closed my eyes. The rhythm of the train, the weight of him on me, and the soft music eventually pulled me under too.

After about an hour, I felt Joel shift slightly on my lap. The movement stirred me from sleep. I blinked my eyes open and looked down to find his already open, still heavy with sleep.

“Did I wake you?” he asked softly, his voice a low rasp.

“Mmm… I don’t mind,” I whispered, smiling as my fingers lazily played with his hair, pushing a few strands off his forehead.

His eyes held mine for a moment, calm and warm, and he let out a quiet breath, relaxing again into my touch.

“Joel, can I ask you something?” I said quietly, my fingers still in his hair.

He didn’t look away. “You can ask me whatever you want, babe,” he replied, his voice still rough from sleep.

I hesitated for a second, then let the question slip out. “Am I… am I the first man you’ve been with?”

Joel didn’t blink. He held my gaze, then gave me a small smirk. “Why are you askin’ that, sweetheart?”

“I just… I don’t know. We haven’t really talked about your life. You know mine, pretty much all of it but I don’t know yours, except that you were married once and you’ve got a daughter.”

He didn’t get up. Instead, he shifted and rested his hand on my thigh, his thumb gently brushing over the fabric.

“You’re right,” he said, his tone low and steady. “No, you’re not the first man I’ve been with. But you are the first one I’ve seen again after just one night… and definitely the youngest.”

He paused for a moment, like he was thinking back. “Before my wife, there were… plenty of things. Men, women. I didn’t really care much about labels back then, I just followed what I felt.”

"Thank you for sharing," I said softly, my fingers still gently running through his hair. "I appreciate it. I really do."

Joel looked up at me, eyes warm and steady. “Ain’t nothin’ to thank me for, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and honest. “You matter to me. You should know where I come from.”

“I’d love to know more about your past sometime,” I said, watching the way the light hit his eyes as the train sped past the landscape.

Joel gave me a small, tired smile and reached up to rest his hand on my knee. “Then ask me whatever you want, sweetheart. I don’t mind. I told you nothin’ to hide from you.”

There was something about the way he said it, like he meant every word. Like if I asked him to hand me his whole story, he'd do it without hesitation.

The rest of the train ride was cozy quiet music, warm touches, and the hum of the rails beneath us. When we finally arrived at Aguas Calientes, it was already getting late. We grabbed a taxi and rode through the fading evening light to the house we had rented nearby.

As soon as we stepped out and started unloading our bags, my dad pulled me aside. His expression was awkward, like he’d been rehearsing something in his head but still didn’t know how to say it.

“Do you mind staying in the same house with Joel?” he asked.

I blinked, a little thrown. “What? Why…?” I tried to play it cool, but my voice gave me away.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, well… Julie’s coming tomorrow and I thought…”

I let out a small laugh, realizing how uncomfortable he felt about it all. “I get it,” I said, saving him from finishing the sentence. “And I don’t have a problem staying with Joel.”

He nodded, clearly relieved. “Thanks, kid.”

I just smiled and turned to glance at Joel, who was already carrying our bags inside like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I followed Joel into the house, the door clicking shut behind me as he carried our bags inside like it was nothing. He set them down near the couch, rolling his shoulders a little. I stepped toward him slowly, a grin already tugging at my lips.

“Mmm, thanks for the helping hand,” I said, leaning against the wall with a teasing tone. “What do I owe you, mister?”

Joel turned, that familiar smirk already on his face, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked me over. “Owe me, huh?” he said, walking closer until there was barely any space between us. “I can think of a few ways you could say thank you.”

His voice dropped a little lower, rough and warm, making my stomach flip.

“Mmm, yeah? Tell me,” I said, my voice soft, a little daring as I looked up at him.

Joel’s smirk deepened. He reached out and ran his hand down my side, slow and deliberate, before resting it on my waist.

“Well,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine, “you could start by giving’ me one of those kisses you know I like.”

I leaned in just enough for our noses to touch, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just one?”

He chuckled, low and rough. “I never said just one, sweetheart.”

And before I could say anything else, his lips were on mine slow, deep, claiming like he’d been waiting all day for it. I melted into him immediately, my hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. He tasted like the faintest hint of coffee and something unmistakably Joel, and I couldn’t get enough. His tongue swept against mine, coaxing me to open up to him, and I did without hesitation, a soft moan escaping my throat.

Joel’s hands slid down to my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I could feel the hard press of his growing arousal against my thigh. The heat between us was intoxicating, and I wanted more needed more. One of his hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, his calloused fingers brushing against my skin, and I shivered at the contact.

“Joel,” I breathed against his lips, my voice shaky with want. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” he growled, nipping at my bottom lip before pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that matched my own. “That’s the idea.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. My hands moved to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one swift motion. His chest was bare now, and I couldn’t resist running my hands over it, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingertips. Joel’s breath hitched, his hands tightening on my hips as I traced the hard planes of his stomach.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, my voice full of awe, and Joel’s smirk softened into something almost tender.

“Says you,” he replied, his hands sliding up my back, pulling my shirt off with practiced ease. The cool air hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as it raked over me. His hands were everywhere on my chest, my shoulders, my sides and I leaned into his touch, craving more.

Joel’s lips found the curve of my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and I let out a low groan, my hands tangling in his hair. God, Joel, I whispered, my hips bucking against his as he sucked a mark into my skin. “I need you.”

“You’ve got me,” he murmured against my neck, his hands sliding down to the waistband of my jeans. “All of me.”

The sound of his zipper being pulled down was deafening in the quiet room, and I barely had time to breathe before his hand was in my boxers, wrapping around my hardened length. I gasped, my head falling back against the wall as he stroked me, his touch firm and sure. My hands scrambled for purchase, landing on his shoulders as I tried to keep myself upright.

“Joel,” I moaned, my voice trembling. “Fuck, just like that.”

He didn’t say anything, just pressed a kiss to my jaw as he continued to stroke me, his other hand undoing his own jeans and letting them fall to the floor. My eyes widened as he stepped closer, his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I reached out to touch him, my fingers wrapping around him. He let out a low growl, his hips jerking into my hand, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Like that, huh?” I teased, my thumb brushing over the sensitive tip of him.

“You’re a brat,” he muttered, but there was no anger in his voice just pure, raw desire. He leaned in, capturing my lips in another searing kiss, his hand still working me with practiced ease. The friction was almost too much, and I could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in my stomach.

“Joel, I’m close,” I warned, my voice breaking as I thrust into his hand.

“Then let go,” he urged, his voice rough and commanding. “I’ve got you.”

And with that, I was gone, my orgasm crashing over me in waves as I spilled into his hand. Joel didn’t stop, his strokes slowing as he milked me through it, his lips on mine, swallowing my moans. When I finally came down, his hand stilled, and he pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, his voice thick with need. “You don’t even know.”

I reached down, wrapping my hand around his length and stroking him slowly, watching as his eyes fluttered shut. “Show me,” I replied, my voice low and full of promise. “I want to see you fall apart.”

Joel groaned, his hips thrusting into my hand, and I knew I had him just where I wanted him. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me into another kiss as I worked him, my strokes growing faster, more urgent. It didn’t take long before he was coming, his release spilling over my hand as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

Joel looked at me with that smirk that always did something to my chest. "I wish we had more time," he said, his voice low and teasing. "So I could do all the things I wanna do to you, sweetheart."

He stood up and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands, and I followed him, stepping beside him at the sink. The moment felt casual, but close.

I looked over at him, catching his eyes in the mirror. "Well," I said with a small smile, "now that we're gonna be living together… we’ll have the time."

Joel stepped aside, still completely naked, making room for me to wash my hands beside him. His eyes were on me the whole time, calm and steady, like he wasn’t in any rush to change the moment.

Then, from outside the house, my father’s voice suddenly rang out loud and clear.

“Hey! Open up!”

We both froze and looked at each other, wide-eyed like two kids caught doing something we shouldn’t. Panic kicked in and we scrambled to get dressed, Joel quickly yelling, “We’re coming!”

As we rushed around grabbing clothes, I caught a glimpse of him smiling to himself.

I leaned in close and whispered, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Kinda,” he said with a grin, pulling his shirt over his head.

Joel went to open the door while I bolted to the bedroom, trying to make myself scarce so it wouldn’t be obvious what we’d been up to. I took a few deep breaths, straightened my clothes, and walked out casually like I hadn’t just been half-naked with Joel five seconds ago.

When I stepped outside to join them, my dad glanced over and greeted me with a smirk.

“Hey, kid,” he said.

“Hey,” I replied, trying to act cool even though I could still feel the rush of everything that just happened pulsing through me.

“I’m starving,” my dad said, rubbing his stomach as he stepped into the house, his voice echoing slightly through the open space. “Are we gonna go eat or what?”

I was still catching my breath, trying to look casual. “Yeah, definitely. I could eat a whole buffet right now.”

Joel joined me just in time, his shirt slightly wrinkled and his hair still damp from our rushed cleanup. He looked calm, composed, like nothing had just happened, and somehow, that made it worse. Or better. I wasn’t sure.

“There’s a place just a few minutes away,” Joel said, adjusting the strap of his watch like he hadn’t just sprinted to put on clothes. “I checked it out earlier. It looked good.”

My dad nodded with approval, already heading toward the door. “Perfect. Let’s go before I start chewing my own arm off.”

I glanced at Joel as we followed behind. He was smirking slightly, and I leaned in close enough that only he could hear me.

“Think we pulled it off?” I whispered, my voice low.

Joel kept his eyes on the path ahead, but I saw the corners of his mouth twitch upward. “Barely,” he murmured.

I leaned in a little closer to Joel as we walked behind my dad and whispered, "We need to disguise it better later…" My voice came out softer than I meant it to, edged with a bit of sadness I couldn’t quite hide.

Joel glanced at me, the smirk fading from his lips. He gave a small nod, his voice quiet but steady. "Yeah. We will."

His hand brushed against mine as we walked, just for a second. Just enough to say, I'm here. And even though I couldn’t reach for him the way I wanted to, that small gesture was enough to steady something inside me.

We sat down at a small local restaurant, tucked beneath colorful vines and warm, glowing lights. It had this rustic charm that made it feel like we were stepping into someone’s home rather than a business. The people were kind, welcoming us like regulars even though it was our first time.

The waitress smiled at us, full of warmth, and when we asked what to get, she listed a few house specialties with such pride we didn’t even hesitate. We ordered everything she suggested, and a bottle of red wine to share.

Once we settled in and the food started arriving, plates full of grilled vegetables, local meats, and fresh bread, I turned to my father and raised a brow.

“So,” I said, casually, but with a smirk. “Are you gonna tell us about Julie?”

He nearly choked on his wine. Joel looked down, probably trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, tell us about her," Joel added, leaning back in his chair with that teasing grin of his. "Your son said she was beautiful and young."

My dad shot us both a look, half-annoyed and half-amused. "He did, did he?" he muttered, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Joel nodded, clearly enjoying this way too much. I just smirked into my wine glass.

Dad sighed, setting his fork down. "Her name’s Julie, and yeah… she’s a little younger than me. We met a few months ago. She’s smart, independent. Works in tourism. Not that it’s any of your business."

"That’s adorable," I said, nudging Joel under the table.

Joel chuckled. "Just making conversation, Mark. You know, family bonding."

My dad gave us both a skeptical look, but he was smiling. "You two are trouble."

"Only the good kind," I said, popping a piece of bread into my mouth.

"So, is she here because of her job?" I asked, tilting my head, pretending to be casually curious while keeping my tone light.

My dad took a sip of his wine, then nodded. "Partially, yeah. She had some meetings scheduled in the area this week, and since we were already planning this trip, we figured... why not combine the two?"

Joel raised an eyebrow. "Convenient."

"Exactly," my dad said, not missing the sarcasm but choosing to ignore it. "We’re taking some time off after her work stuff is done. Thought it might be nice to show her around."

I leaned back in my chair. "Well, I hope she’s ready for all this family charm."

Joel smirked beside me. "She’s in for something, that’s for sure."

Then Joel leaned forward, setting down his wine glass. “You should tell her to come with us tomorrow to see Machu Picchu. We’re doing the whole experience, right? Might as well have her join and maybe we can all get dinner after.”

I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it could be nice.”

My father looked at me, hesitating a little. “Are you okay with that?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He exhaled, glancing at his plate. “I don’t know… I thought maybe you’d mind seeing me with someone else. After your mother.”

I looked at him for a moment, then gave a soft smile. “Dad, I just want to see you happy. The same way I want Mom to be happy, too. Life’s short. If Julie makes you feel good, that’s what matters.”

He looked touched, his eyes dropping for a second as he nodded. Joel gently brushed his knee against mine under the table, and I leaned into the moment quiet, honest, and a little healing.

We lingered at the table, the empty plates between us still carrying the scent of spices and slow-cooked warmth. Conversation drifted from one topic to another, from how the trip had been so far to the quiet charm of the town, the kind people we’d met, and the things we still wanted to see. There was laughter, a few shared glances, and that gentle kind of silence that only happens when everyone feels content.

When the last sip of wine was gone, I leaned back and glanced at the bill. Joel gave me a look, that subtle one that meant he was ready to argue, but I grinned and waved him off. Before he could say a word, I reached for my wallet and paid.

As we stood, the waitress returned with a warm smile and a soft "gracias," and we thanked her in return. Outside, the air was cool but pleasant, brushing against our skin like a soft exhale. The cobbled street reflected the glow of the streetlamps, and the sounds of the town had quieted into the background hum of night.

My dad walked ahead, hands in his pockets, still talking about a hiking route he’d read about. Joel hung back a little, close enough that our arms brushed now and then. When he thought no one was watching, his fingers found mine for the briefest moment. Just enough to feel, not enough to be seen. It made my heart flutter in that familiar, secret way.

The walk back felt slow and calm, like the end of a long day you don’t want to let go of just yet.

We arrived at the houses, my father heading straight to his with a quick nod. I called out softly, “Good night, Dad,” before turning toward the door of the house Joel and I would be sharing. My fingers trembled slightly as I fumbled with the keys, the quiet night wrapping around us like a promise of what was to come. The lock clicked open, and I pushed the door ajar, stepping inside with Joel right behind me.

When we stepped inside, I let myself collapse onto the couch, the exhaustion from the day crashing over me like a wave. Joel followed, sitting down close, his hand warm and steady on my back a quiet anchor in the storm swirling inside me. His voice was soft, almost hesitant. “Are you okay?”

I met his eyes, and for a moment the words stuck in my throat. Then I breathed out, shaky and honest. “I don’t know, Joel. Part of me feels like I’m finally alive when I’m with you, like everything I’ve been missing is right here. But the other part… the other part is terrified. Terrified of what might happen if my dad finds out about us.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just held me there gently. The silence wasn’t empty; it was full of understanding. I swallowed hard, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Being with you feels like a new kind of freedom, but I’m trapped in this fear. What if it ruins everything? What if I lose you because I can’t stand up to him?”

Joel’s eyes held me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. He took a slow, steady breath, like he was gathering every ounce of strength just for me. “I know it’s hard,” he said softly, his voice low and full of feeling. “Your dad… he’s a part of your life and mines too, and that makes everything complicated. But you’re not alone. Not now. Not ever.”

He reached up, his fingers trembling just a little as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch so gentle it sent a shiver through me. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Whatever storms come our way, we’ll face them together. You don’t have to carry that fear on your own, not while I’m with you.”

He paused for a moment, searching my eyes, then whispered, “We’ll figure it out as we go. One step at a time.”

I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm. He sank back into the couch, pulling me close until I was curled up against him. His arms tightened around me like a shield, and I buried my face in the warmth of his neck, breathing in the calm reassurance only he could give.

His hand moved slowly up and down my back, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric of my shirt. “Tell me what you need,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. “Anything. I’m here.”

I didn’t have to think about it. I knew what I needed. I needed him. Not just his words or his touch, but every part of him. I needed to feel connected, to remind myself that what we had was real, that it was worth fighting for.

I tilted my head up, my lips finding his in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. His breath hitched, and his hands tightened on my waist, pulling me even closer. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, like he was afraid of pushing too hard.

But I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted all of him.

I broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Joel. I need you. All of you.”

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, he just looked at me, like he was trying to decide if I meant it. Then he nodded, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt. “You have me baby” he said, his voice rough with want but still soft.

He pulled my shirt over my head, his hands immediately returning to my skin. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me as his fingers traced the curve of my spine.

He stood then, taking my hand and pulling me up with him. Without a word, he led me to the bedroom, his grip on my hand firm but gentle. The moment the door closed behind us, he turned to me, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and something deeper, something that made my chest ache.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Let me remind you how much you mean to me.”

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as he stepped closer, his hands moving to the waistband of my jeans. He undressed me slowly, every touch deliberate, every movement filled with purpose. When I was finally bare before him, he stepped back for a moment, his eyes roaming over me like he was committing every inch of me to memory.

Then he was on me again, his lips crashing into mine as he pushed me onto the bed. He followed me down, his body covering mine as his hands explored every inch of my skin. His touch was everywhere, overwhelming but in the best possible way. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the way his heart raced in time with mine.

When his hand finally moved between my legs, I gasped, arching into his touch. He was slow, deliberate, his fingers working me open with a patience that drove me wild. Every touch, every stroke, was like he was trying to tell me something without words, like he was pouring every ounce of love and devotion he had into the way he touched me.

By the time he finally entered me, I was already on the edge, my body trembling with the need for more. He moved slowly at first, his eyes locked on mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “So fucking beautiful.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. The feel of him inside me was almost too much, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to feel every inch of him, to lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving together.

He groaned, his forehead pressing against mine as his pace quickened. Every thrust was like a promise, a reminder that no matter what happened, we had this. We had each other.

When I finally came, it was with his name on my lips, my body shuddering with the force of it. He followed me over the edge a moment later, his body collapsing onto mine as he whispered my name like a prayer.

For a long time, we just lay there, our bodies tangled together, our hearts beating in sync. Joel’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, and I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my hand.

“No matter what happens, no matter how hard things get… I here for you.”

I smiled, my eyes closing as I let the weight of his words sink in. “I know,” I whispered back, my voice thick with emotion.

But even as I said it, I couldn’t shake the tiny, nagging voice in the back of my mind. The one that reminded me of my dad, of the storm that was still looming on the horizon.

Joel must have sensed it, because he tightened his arms around me, pulling me closer. “We’ll figure it out,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “Together.”

I nodded, but the words stuck in my throat. Because as much as I wanted to believe him, as much as I wanted to trust that we could get through anything… I wasn’t sure. Not yet.

But for now, in this moment, with Joel’s arms around me and his heartbeat beneath my hand, I could try. I could hold onto him and believe that whatever came next, we’d face it together. One step at a time.

The silence between us wasn’t empty, it was full of everything we couldn’t say yet, everything we hoped for and feared all at once. His hand moved gently across my bare back, slow and comforting, like he was grounding me to this moment, to him.

The warmth of our skin pressed together, the quiet rhythm of his breath, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my hand it all lulled me into a calm I hadn’t felt in days. Maybe even longer.

Outside, the night was still. The soft hum of the wind against the windows, the faint sounds of life beyond our walls, all seemed distant. Here, it was just us. No secrets, no pretending. Just this fragile, perfect peace.

Joel shifted slightly and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. His lips lingered for a moment before he whispered, “Sleep, sweetheart.” His voice was low, thick with sleep and something gentler, something that wrapped around me like a blanket.

I nodded against him, too tired to speak. My fingers rested lightly on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath them. His arms tightened around me like he didn’t want to let go.

Naked, vulnerable, and warm in his embrace, I let myself drift. And like that, tangled together in silence and skin, we fell asleep. Peaceful. Safe. Wrapped up in each other, with only the sound of his heartbeat to carry me into the night.

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