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So I'm unwell and will be calling out of work tomorrow for a much needed "me" day 🥵🫠🫦😏

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NO IS OKAY

Joel Miller x Fem Reader

Rating M 18 MDNI

Established relationship, what if Joel Miller genuinely doesn't know he can just say no. He loves you, he counts his lucky stars that you even want a old damaged man like him. But tonight he's just too tired and just not in the mood. Can he say no, does he know how to. Fluff. Talks of sex but none described.

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When you brought up the proposition of sex you almost missed the look Joel gave you. It wasn't like he didn't love you or love having fun with you but tonight his muscles ached and he just wasn't honestly in the mood.

"What was that?" You asked leaning against the bathroom doorway, in one of his shirts and toothbrush halfway in your mouth.

He couldn't help but smile at you. He found you most beautiful when you were like this. Raw. Unfiltered. For his eyes only.

"Nothing sweetness." He sighs rolling his shoulders at the stiffness of them.

You point the toothbrush at him. "Joel Miller why are you lying to me?"

"It's nothing."

"We don't have to have sex if you don't want to." You walked back into the bathroom to put the toothbrush away.

"We don't?"

You looked puzzled as you walked back into the bedroom. "Of course not. What makes you think that?"

"I mean men don't usually say no to sex. Especially to their younger, gorgeous girlfriend."

You laugh as you crawl into bed with him. "Joel, am I allowed to tell you no if I'm not in the mood?"

"Of course. Every woman has the right to say no."

"So why would you think you couldn't. You are human. You can be in the mood or not in the mood whenever the hell you like. You don't need to explain why, no is a full sentence. Our relationship is far more than just the sex."

He looked almost embarrassed. You looked concerned.

"I have a serious question. I need one hundred percent honesty."

He nods.

"Have you ever been intimate with me even when you weren't feeling it?"

"Maybe once." He looks reluctantly. " You didn't force or push, you just kissed me and I obliged."

You bit the inside of your mouth, feeling a bit upset with yourself. "Joel you should have said something. If you're too tired-."

He cut you off, "If I turned you down every time I was too sore or tired I don't think we'd ever have sex again. I'm an old man. I want to have sex with you, I love having sex with you," he paused. "but sometimes it's nice to just lay next to you. Holding you."

He reaches for your hand.

"You're right, it is. Sometimes all I want to do is run my hand through your hair as you fall asleep. I'm happy with you in the silence too. The stillness. I'm not just with you because you know how to get my legs shaking like a 10 on the richter scale," he blushes. "You ground me. You make me feel, seen, secure, at peace, and safe. I don't need you ready for me whenever I see fit baby. I just need you here with me." You give his hand a squeeze. "You and every damn man for that matter is allowed to say no. It's not unmanly to do so. And if ever again your not in the mood just say it. You need to be comfortable in this relationship too."

"Young men wouldn't say no to you."

You roll your eyes at his comment. "Even young men aren't always in the mood. Besides. I love my men a little greyer."

"Like Kenneth."

Kenneth was a eighty-four year old widower. "Keep it up Miller and I'll just see if Kenneth is interested, he reminds me of a older Clark Gable, don't think I won't walk my happy ass over there."

He pinches your side making you laugh, "Jesus, Darling."

You lean further into his side looking up at him. "No, Joel, you're it for me." You sigh happily getting lost in his big brown eyes.

"I better be beautiful because you're stuck with me."

"Promise?" You kiss his bottom lip.

He turns off the light, kisses your forehead before leaning his chin on the top of your head. "Till my last breath." He pushes your hip so you're laying on your side intertwining his fingers with yours. It's quiet for a few minutes. "Clark Gable huh?"

You laugh. "Oh, yeah. so hot." You playfully growl.

"Go to sleep." He laughs kissing your shoulder before falling asleep nestled into your neck.

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Two more to add to my collection 😜😍

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Happy Father's Day to the internet's daddy, (if you ask my kids, their dad too 😆) and my papi, one José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal 😍😘

To the dads out here, Happy Father's Day

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Going to go see Materialists with my bestie. Ya girl is ready to see her man 😆🥵

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TOM HIDDLESTON for The New York Times

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Anybody else see Pedro or is it just me?

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I got a new blanket lol because.... Hell I deserve it 🤣

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So I had a road trip this weekend. This song came on and I got an idea. What if Pedro is loving you differently for every day of the week?

I know, but I live in a delusion where I'm married to Pedro so 🤷🏽‍♀️.

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT. IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE DON'T READ FURTHER.

piv, oral (both f and m receiving), finger play, hand job, dom play, sweet names being spoken, not so sweet terms also being spoken, choking, biting, degrading, and language sorry if I miss something.

I Own nothing when it comes to this song. Just a fan.

Please leave comments. Gives me reason to keep writing

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seven different angles

Monday:

Your body contorted as Pedro's mouth worked between your thighs, thighs that shook as he worked you through your third or fifth orgasm. His mouth and fingers are relentless. It has been going on for almost an hour.

You begged him enough but his tongue just sucked and bit on your clit every time that word escaped your mouth. Acting like a starving man, this wasn't for you, it was for him. Leaving you wetter than the Pacific Ocean. Giving you back to back orgasms and God, if he weren't going to give you another one.

Tuesday:

Tuesday was only supposed to be a quick handjob before you both needed to be at work. It turned into moments of precise pressure to your clit. Then ended with him making love to you. The slow, passionate sex that leaves your body heated dripping in sweat and bare from all the things that are said without words. All hands and mouth. Memorizing each other's bodies like it may be the last time.

Wednesday:

You don't know where Pedro got the stamina or the strength to fuck you up against the wall at the top of the stairs. You couldn't even get to the room before he l had your skirt raised over your hips. Slapping your thigh to jump in his arms as he pounded in you. One large hand on your throat, the other leaving bruising fingerprints into your asscheek. God for a man who was now 50 did he fuck like a man half his age.

"Such a good girl, always taking my cock so good." A low rumble shook his body. "No matter how many times I make you full of me, it's never ever enough. Is it Hermosa?" Biting down on your shoulder, marking you as his.

"Nnnn-o." You moan, head falling to his shoulder as his thrusts grow sloppy, both getting you close. "It's never enough. Fucking amazing."

Thursday:

You woke him up early with your mouth taking all of him. It took practice, lots and lots of practice to be able to manage the mere girth and length of him, but God did you love watching him come undone because of you. Loved watching his toes curl, the way his head would dip back into the pillow so you got a beautiful view of his thick gorgeous neck. Adams apple bobbing, and vie

Pedro was a moaner, good Lord did you love having that dirty little secret.

Friday:

Started off with you using his Godly nose as a throne before moving down his body and falling inch by inch on his lap. No matter how many times you fucked. He always seemed to stretch you further than the time before. A different angle meant the deeper he went. Sitting up, wrapping his strong arms around you and you worked his length at a delicious tempo.

Saturday:

Had his hand wrapped in your hair, yanking your head back as he slammed into you, a different position every few minutes. Seven different glorious positions. Your clit and pussy so stimulated you almost cried. Changing the sheets was now a must. It was dirty and animalistic. The air smelling of passion.

Sunday:

He had an early photo shoot that was going to take him from you all day. It was late, when he got home. You heated up dinner, he was silent during his meal. His jaw ticked as he chewed. You knew that he had an off day, There was only one thing that was going to help. You bent over the kitchen table, he took you from behind.

"filthy little whore." Thrust thrust thrust. "Waiting patiently for her man to get home so he can slam you into the table until it's legs give out." You weren't sure why but hearing him spew slurs just made you drip more.

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This ☝🏽

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Pedro Pascal you are perfect in every way. 🥺🥹😭❤️

Joel Miller the man you are ❤️

pedro singing future days. i need this to be memorialized on my blog forever

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SPOILERS!!!! S. 2 E. 6 TLOU

Okay I can't stop sobbing. This is by far one of my favorite episodes of the series. My favorite hands down of this season.

Things I noticed/loved.

•The young Tommy/Joel flashback. The famous green watch that Joel wears having belonged to their dad.

•Ellie burning herself and being high off pain meds: I couldn't help but laugh, and him calling her baby girl and kissing her on the head. 😭

•the dinosaur scene. 🥹

•"a lotter of kittens." Lol Ellie's innocence is so precious

•the birds/bees moment 😆😂 I died at Joel's embarrassment.

•the space capsule scene. "I do okay?" Are you actually serious? 😭😭😭 Joel tearing up. PERFECTION.

•Ellie eating her "eli" cake with her hand 😊

•Pedro singing Joel's song 🥹❤️😍😭 is there nothing that man can't do? God when I think Pedro can't be more perfect. The way Ellie was looking at Joel when he sang.

•"Some folks call this a Gee-tar." His Texas drawl I love it.

•Domestic Joel throughout. The fixing the guitar.

•"Uncle Grumpy."

•Joel thinking something was going on with Ellie and Jessie 😂 "I got a keen eye for this sort of thing." "Ahh I don't think you do." Dead 😆

•Joel trying to find a middle ground with Ellie even when she was being rebellious.

•THEY DID THE PORCH SCENE. If Pedro doesn't receive ALL THE AWARDS for this episode... For this scene alone I am RIOTING.

They way Pedro's eyes can portray so much depth and emotion. It hurts me to see him cry cause you feel it. This man can ACT!!! I was sobbing and haven't stopped. The I LOVE YOU!!!! Are you fucking kidding me??? "Because I love you... In a way you'll never understand." Omg I know I'm gonna get hate for this but I'm gonna say it. This was better than the game version. Gamers come for me idc. Pedro and Bella did this scene justice and then some. Everything said. Every shaky breath, every gulp, every tear. Superb acting. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

•Maria saying she and everyone loved Joel. I'm glad they got a moment like this. Especially after all the hate Maria was giving Joel.

•Bella Ramsey as Ellie is just perfect. they are an young amazing artist.

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Things I hated.

The slight homophobia from Joel (you just know Pedro hated doing that.) saying she was just confused... Though he had every right being mad at their age cap because yes Ellie was under age and kat was technically an adult.

Watching the drift between Ellie and Joel.

Joel lying to Ellie.. AGAIN. Then to Gail. Yes, Joel deserved that slap.

that their dad was abusive. It makes sense why Joel is how he is and why he is so protective and has a bit of a Savior complex.

How Joel handled Eugene.

How Ellie yelled at Joel that he didn't own the house or her and she wasn't his kid. Excuse me Ellie Williams-Miller you take that back right now.

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Sidenote: Pedro was beautiful in this episode not only physically but his acting in each scene. I will miss him as Joel Miller. He will forever be my comfort character... My Joel Miller.

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Anybody else going absolutely feral for these images from the 2025 Cannes Festival? I can't put how I'm feeling into coherent words. But it made me feel a sort of way. And now I need to write a little Pedro fluff dabble. I could do smut but I'm feeling fluff is what this man needs. If you enjoy it please let me know. I feed off comments.

Rating: M (18+ MDNI), fluff, language, very light smut.

Summary: Pedro Pascal x Fem Reader (established relationship.) You join him for the Cannes festival and couldn't be more proud. But in the chaos of the flashing lights and screaming fans. He needs your grounding silence and your soft presence that feels like home to quiet the world around him.

You stand in the crowd, happily smiling and sighing watching as the man you love smiled and laughed, enjoying himself. You told him you couldn't make it. That work kept you away. And it was all worth it when his gaze catches yours. He takes a step forward, but catches himself.

You nod, giving him a knowing smile. Watching him being ushered by staff and security through a sea of people, you get a text.

"You little brat."

You smile, "surprise 😆."

"Where are you staying? I have this after party. It's an invite only."

"I know I'll meet you at your hotel room. Your sister got me arranged with an extra key."

"Lux knows? I don't know if I want to kill her or hug her."

"I'd go with hugging her. You love her too much to actually kill her, besides I'm only here one night and I rather not spend the night helping you hide a body 🙅🏽‍♀️⚰️"

"😂 fair point. See you soon? "

"I'll be waiting bebe 🫦 can't promise I'll be wearing this when you do... Or perhaps, it'll be nothing at all 🤭"

"mi amor you're gonna make me run back if you don't quit. I'll make a whole scene, don't tempt me."

"promises, promises. 🙃 Enjoy your afternoon see you tonight."

"Oh, and baby?"

"What?"

"You look fucking delicious 🥵🫦🧎🏽‍♀️"

"Woman..."

You look up and see him turn to look at you as he continues to walk. You can't help but give him a Cheshire smile.

After the festival, Pedro lies to his security and tells him he's retiring early for the night. Saying he must've eaten something bad.

He smiles as he walks into his suite seeing you sitting on the bed, a single ear bud in your ear, singing some Toni Braxton song off key.

He doesn't say a word, he just climbs over the end of the bed making his way over you, spreading one leg out, to lay between your thighs. Laying his head on your stomach. Hands toying with the cotton material of your nightie over your hips. Letting out a long sigh, you know he's letting the stress off the day out.

You take out the ear bud, placing it on the stand by you. And run your hand through his hair and under his shirt down his back. Massaging the day away.

He hums. "I'm glad you're here."

"I know I can feel it against my leg."

"Your fault," he mumbles against your stomach, "you're the one that said I looked delicious."

"Did I?" You grin, "I don't recall that."

"I have the text to prove it."

You laugh making your stomach shake which makes him smile. He kisses your stomach, his hands moving up the material above your hips. Laying lazy kisses over your bare skin.

"I thought you had work."

"I did, but something in your voice last we spoke told me you needed me more than work did."

He kissed a space below your chest, running a thumb over your bud. "How do you do that?" He sighs putting his head back down.

"I don't know, maybe the Pisces in me." You half-joke. "I just know you mi amor." Kissing the top of his head.

He sighs, melting into your touch as you work the tense knots in his shoulders. Soon you feel his whole body relax into you.

"Hermosa... keep this up and this night will end with me passing out on you and not from exhaustion from making you cum over and over again."

You close your eyes, rubbing your fingers down his back. "You prefer morning sex anyway."

"I do, but with you morning, noon, and night is my favorite."

"Papi, go to sleep."

"Call me Papi, and you know I won't be going to bed."

You gently push him off, moving to grab his shoe. "Come on handsome, let's get you ready for bed." Pulling off his shoes and socks, undoing his pants pulling them off. He smiles as he sits. "Arms up." He does, as you grab the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head.

He gives a sleepy smile. Pulling you to him. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"I ask myself that every day. Thank God for that little bookstore, and you have poor taste in women."

His mouth drops, and he gives your ass a swat. "Hey! That's my woman you're talking about. I almost didn't go into that store but then I saw you through the window." His hands move up your stomach. "I told myself I was content dying single. That I would never take a chance on love again, and one damn glance into a small bookstore and all that went out the same fucking window. disintegrated. Then you looked and smiled at me. I was a goner."

"Mr. Pascal, you smooth talker, you."

He wraps his arms around you. "Do you know how bad I wanted to push through the crowd today and kiss you, and not fucking care who saw."

"Probably just as bad as I wanted you too." You run your hands through his curls. "But I love our life. I love that it's ours. That it's free from the cruel words of the world, and the eyes of everyone. I would shout from the highest mountains that I am unwaveringly in love with you, and not regret the world knowing. But right here when it's just you and I. That's my favorite." He kisses you.

"Mine too." His eyes droop as he yawned.

"Alright bebe, time for sleep."

He pulls you to him throwing you on the bed, you laugh as you both get under the covers. You turn him so his back faces you. Kissing his shoulder. "I love you Mr. Pascal."

"I love you Mrs. Pascal." He nestles into your hold. "But tomorrow morning, be warned, I'm waking you up with my mouth."

"Promises promises."

"And you know I keep mine." He kisses your knuckles.

And he does, and did.

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Under 18 DNI!!!

Little Joel love

Weeks went by without a word from Joel. You slept together. It was... well it was the best sex you've had in the lonely existence you call life. You were friends, close friends and now because of a few glasses of bourbon and a look of longing, you weren't speaking.

This is not what you wanted. Not what you intended. You've always found Joel attractive, even when he groaned about having to wear his maroon colored "grandma" glasses as he called them, or his brown curls found more grey. He was always Joel.

Whether he was in front of you on patrol always making sure to clear any room before you entered or carving a piece of wood; your favorite being the orca he carved just for you, knowing they were your favorite. or just around fixing things.

He was always there. Always constant. Always Joel. And Joel was beautiful. Now you felt alone. You saw Joel standing with his brother Tommy outside of the school when Joel saw you coming he made a b line through the alley without another word to his younger sibling.

"Miller!" You yelled, walking up to Tommy.

"What can I do for you?"

"Why is your brother avoiding me?"

"I'm just here to pick up my kid." pointing back at the school, giving you a look and by the look on your face knowing you weren't dropping the subject. "I don't know."

Your hands landed on your hips.

"You two really are two peas in a pod." He muttered, sighing. "You know Joel. He broods, he's a brooder. I don't know what is going on with you two, but-" You arch a brow. "Okay I do. Fuck." Shaking his head. "Is that how you get him to talk? Just one damn look?"

"Yes. Now continue."

He laughs, "He's not good opening up. I think." He pauses. "I think what happened between you two scared him. He cares about you, a lot, and I think he's afraid of what it meant." Benjamin ran up. Tommy smiled at his son, "Hey, bud." Looking back up at you as his expression softens. "Talk to him."

Benjamin holds out a fist to you, and you fist bump him. "Have a good day at school Bumblebee?" Benji smiles at your nickname for him.

"Yes. I learned how to spell uncle Joel's name." Holding out a piece of paper and a drawing of him and Joel. You smile at it. "Can you give this to him?"

You nod. "Sure thing little man."

Tommy smiles picking up his son into his arms. "That's great bud I'm sure your tio will love it."

"Thanks Tommy."

He nods. "Everything will work out."

You smile and head to Joel's. You were going to get him to talk one way or another.

You've been knocking a whole two minutes when he didn't answer, you checked the door. Unlocked. That's safe. You think as you roll your eyes.

"Joel." You call out.

"In the kitchen," he grumbles. When you walk in his breath hitches slightly, you almost missed it, but you catch it. "You're persistent you know that?"

"It's one of my charms."

He smiles and shakes his head.

You walk to the fridge placing Benji's drawing on it. "Your nephew made you something."

Joel smiles. "I love that kid. My little buddy has some skill with a crayon."

"He does." You nod. Looking down, then back up at him. "You've been avoiding me." It was a statement not a question up for discussion.

He leans his lower back against the counter setting his cup down the palms of his hand gripping the counter behind him. "I didn't know what to say to you." His eyes plead with you, something you haven't seen before. "I couldn't face you. Knowing it was a mistake." Looking down at an empty space of floor in front of him. "I couldn't have you look at me with pity. Not you."

You lean against the fridge with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "You think I pity you? What I slept with you because of what, boredom? Oh poor old man needs some?"

His eyes catch yours again.

"Joel. You know me, I don't do anything without thought. I wasn't drunk. I knew what I was doing. What I wanted. I don't pity you, I could never pity you."

"I guess I got scared. I don't want to lose our friendship."

"So you want to just stay friends? Pretending what happened, didn't happen. That we didn't spend the night together." You began taking calculated steps towards him. "That your mouth wasn't over every part of my body. That your fingers and your cock didn't fill every part of me." You watch him swallow. "Pretend I don't touch myself in the shower remembering how you sound when you come undone or the filthy things you like to whisper."

He says your name. Almost like a prayer.

You are now only a foot from him but you won't take that last step. He has to if he wants it. He stares at you. His eyes searching yours.

"I'm too old for you, you should find someone your age, someone you want, someone you can give you things you want."

"Sounds like you're still running."

"I'm not I'm-"

You cut him off. "You are. You're scared because you know the truth. You were there and I know you felt it too. It wasn't just sex Joel. I know exactly who and what I want. You're just afraid."

He closes his eyes taking a breath. "You deserve -"

Cutting him off once more. "Dammit Miller. That's my decision. I know what I deserve. You're the only one in this damn town I have even looked at since moving here almost three years ago. I'm too old to be caring about these young guys or guys my age. I like spending time with you. I enjoy the comfortable silence, and how you make me laugh, even when you're on my last damn nerve I'd rather spend time with you than anyone else."

You back away another foot. "I will respect you if you aren't interested, I will respect your decision if you don't want to change our dynamic and just stay friends. But don't act like you're saving me from being with you, or use excuses like, I can and deserve better. You're selling yourself short and that I won't put up with."

"I felt it too." He finally admits. "That's what scared me. I've never felt that with anybody. Not even Sarah's mom, or Tess. And holding you. Fuck. Scared the shit out of me, because if we did this and I lost you."

"We fight bloaters, and runners just about every day. There's always that chance. Shit no one lives forever despite an apocalypse."

He looks at you, really looks at you. "Fuck it." He whispers before taking two steps forward. His mouth capturing yours. Your arms wrap around his neck playing with his curls.

He leans his forehead against yours. "I don't know what you see in an old man like me b-"

You grab his hand and without a word walk him up stairs you make him stand at the end of his bed away from it.

"what are-"

"Stay here."

You walk out and come back with a standing mirror and place it against the wall in front of him. Sitting on the leather chair to his side. You place your feet up in front of you on the ottoman.

He laughs, "I'm not gonna strip."

"Strip."

You give him a look telling him you weren't going to repeat yourself.

"Stubborn woman." He huffs as he kicks his boots off.

"Hard headed man." You watch him as he slowly begins to strip down to his boxers.

"There."

Another arched brow. "I believe I said strip."

He makes a gutteral sound that makes your thighs press together.

He pushes the fabric off his hips letting them hit the floor before stepping out of them. "There. You happy?"

You only hum. "What do you see?"

"A naked grumpy old man."

"Is that the third installment to the Grumpy Old Men films? Sorry I hadn't seen it." You shake your head. "Seeing a naked Walter Matthau might have scared me."

Joel laughs. "I see grey hair, an old scarred body, and tired brown eyes."

Your gaze goes down the length of his body. "Shame, that's all you see? Anything good?"

"My body is still strong I guess. Sore but useful. I got nice hair." He shifts, uncomfortably. "Manhood ain't half bad." He half jokes to lighten the feeling in his chest.

You laugh. "Half bad?" You huff. "You're soft but still hanging there like a God, but yes let's go with ain't half bad."

His cheeks redden.

"You do have nice hair. The curls," he catches you bite your bottom lip. "I could run my fingers through them all day. I especially like the view from the top." You give a mischievous grin.

"Mmm. Yes." You shift allowing your dress to ride up your thigh ever so slightly. "You are beautiful Joel Miller. I think If I ran into a younger version of you I don't think I would have the confidence to approach you. Hell I barely have the confidence now." You stand, walk to him. Standing in front of him. You can tell he's fuaxing confidence. You take his hand and slip it under your dress.

"The top?" It clicks. "Is that so?" His voice dropping.

He hisses. "You're soaked."

"Yes, and all I did was look at you. We haven't touched. Just the sight of your naked body in front of me gets me dripping. Hell you can be fully dressed and I get excited." He toys with your underwear. "These big beautiful brown eyes they way they can darken with danger or desire and seconds later soften. The lines by your eyes that crease with you smile. Don't get me started on that smile. This nose, lord it's my favorite seat."

Joel's breath hitches and he begins to slowly pull your underwear off your hips.

"these lips, especially this full bottom one. It's hard to keep my mouth to myself sometimes. I am crazy about this patch in your beard," your fingers caress his jaw where the little patch is. "The little heart it makes. These big broad shoulders, those large arms. I could go on."

"I think I get the point."

"Thank God because if my words weren't working. I would've had to use my mouth in other ways to show you."

"Darling I wouldn't say no to that."

You laugh, "What am I to do with you?"

"Anything you please." He smiles before kissing you.

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Okay these new stills for episode 6 are making me feel a sort of way. Because there ain't no way, this man didn't have women swarming him in Jackson for those five years. Domestic Joel is doing something to me. I need an idea to run with. What do y'all want to hear?

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It's fine, I'm fine

Everything is FINNNNNMNNNE

HE'S BACK