♡Nayomi♡

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❥husband!Joel who would pull you into his chest every night, like he needs you there just to fall asleep. Doesn't say much, just lets out a soft grunt when you get too far, like "where the hell you goin'?" even if you just rolled over.

❥husband!Joel who would fix things around the house without you noticing. The drawer's not stuck anymore, the leaky tap's suddenly quiet. You never see him do it, he just grumbles something about "shoulda been done months ago."

❥husband!Joel who would always wake up early just to bring you coffee and it's not always good but it's hot and it's in your hands before you're fully awake. Sometimes you catch him watching you sip it, eyes soft like he's memorising the way you look at peace.

❥husband!Joel who would put his hand on your lower back in public and refuse to move it until you're alone. Not for show, just something he does without thinking like he's gotta make sure you're still there, still his.

❥husband!Joel who would sit behind you on the porch and rub slow circles into your thigh with calloused fingers warm against your skin and not a single world spoken. Only keeping you against his chest while the sun goes down.

❥husband!Joel who would remember how you take your eggs, what fruit you like when it's in season, what candle scent you prefer, knows exactly when you like the windows open or closed, what time you like to start winding down and makes sure the TV is set just right before you settle in, remembers the exact brand and scent of lotion you like and buys it even if you have three bottles left.

He shrugs when you ask how he remembers everything. ''Ain’t that hard.''

❥husband!Joel who would get weirdly protective when you're sick, hovering nearby like some grumpy old dog to bring you water and check your temp, fussing in silence and using a more serious tone when you try to get up. ''Sit your ass back down. I got it.''

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❥husband!Joel who would get home late exhausted and covered in sweat but would still throw you on the bed like the only thing that kept him going all day was the thought of getting back inside you.

Jeans would be barely off his ass before he's spreading your legs and muttering ''Missed this fuckin' pussy-'' against your skin.

❥husband!Joel who would grab your jaw when you're on top, making you look down at him while you ride him slow. He doesn't talk much other than gravelly sighs and steady hands digging into your flesh when you clench around him. ''Yeah- jus' like that, darlin’. Take your time.''

❥husband!Joel who would fuck you mean when he's jealous, breathing hard against your neck as he keeps you face-down and hips up, grunting into your shoulder, ''You don't let nobody see you like this but me. You hear me?''

❥husband!Joel who would lick between your legs like he's starving with fingers digging into your thighs to keep you still, stopping when you squirm. Instead, he stares up at you with wet lips and a filthy look that says 'you ain't going anywhere 'til I say so.'

❥husband!Joel who would give you exactly what you need when you talk back cause you're needy, flipping you over mid-argument and fucking the attitude right outta you with a hand wrapped in your hair and whispering in your ear between thrusts, ''S'this what you needed? Huh? This what you been askin' for?''

❥husband!Joel who finishes deep every damn time, groaning through his teeth as he presses in hard like he's trying to make sure that every drops goes exactly where he needs it.

He doesn't move for a moment after, just stays buried while his hand slides down to your lower stomach with a palm flat like he's checking to feel himself there. ''Bet you're already fuckin' full-'' He mutters, breath hot against your neck. ''Gonna keep you like this till it sticks.''

❥husband!Joel who would hold you down with one hand on your throat, not tight yet barely enough to make your breath hitch and deep brown eyes locked on yours while he's buried so up your cervix that it's probably bruised. ''You feel that? All the fuckin' way in.''

❥husband!Joel who would fuck you lazily in the morning, still half-asleep but hard as hell with an arm slung around your waist whilst he pushes in slow, sighing into your hair like it's the only way he knows how to start the day right.