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☮ hi all, i'm jax. i'm in my 30's and while this may be a newer blog, it's not my first foray in fandom. based on the type of content written & reblogged, this is strictly an 18+ space. i am type-a as fuck (blame my virgo rising) so i try to keep things neat & organized.
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FIVE FICTIONAL FEMALE CHARACTERS
thank you @peepawmiller & @time-for-my-weekly-spanking for the tags. i thought this was going to be harder but apparently not at all.
no pressure tag: @joelsgoodgirl (I feel like I can guess all yours 😂), @mcthsman, and whoever else wants to do this
me: i'm going to write today since i took the day off work! the blank google doc staring back at me: ....
“Baby, you were way too pretty to pull out” as he’s fucking his cum deeper into my cunt.💫🖤💫
Better in My Head || Joel Miller || Part 3/3
pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: summary: textfic! a wrong number text turns into something neither of you meant to start. warnings: rated t. past discussion of domestic violence, stalking (not by joel or reader)
a/n: this is it. the final part of better in my head. thank you for allowing me to share with you this silly story that lodged itself in my brain 9 months ago. i appreciate every single like, reblog, and comment. go back and read part 1 here.
also, yes, I’ll be the first to make fun of the robot audio.
tag list: @pedrofan, @cloudguide, @k-d--h, @moel-jiller, @slytherdina, @mxkhxx lovely commenters that may want to be tagged in the final part: @auteurdelabre, @inkandstardusts, @tangledupblog, @ppascalrain, @allie0902, @whiskeyneat-coffeeblack, @justanothergirlfromeurope, @peepawmiller, @la-vie-est-une-fleur29, @sighofthetimez format key: Joel Reader Reader's Friend Tommy Sarah James
Monday, July 7
(9:16am) Good morning How’s your day looking?
(12:09pm) Guessing you’re busy
(2:34pm) Look, if I said too much last night…just tell me
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(4:03pm) I can take Sarah back on up to school if you need it
(4:11pm) Nah, I wanna take her Thanks, Tommy
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(7:47pm) Aint trying to crowd you, just…say something so I know you’re alright.
(10:06pm) Goodnight.
Tuesday, July 8
(8:31am) Morning
(10:56am) Hope you’re okay
(10:34pm) Goodnight
Wednesday, July 9
(8:19am) Morning.
(3:36pm) I keep staring at the last thing you sent me. Trying to figure out if there’s some hidden goodbye in it I missed.
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(4:12pm) You alright?
(4:21pm) I shoulda kept my damn mouth shut Aint heard a word from her in 3 days
(4:23pm) Maybe she’s just busy, brother
(4:37pm) I scared her off. That’s the truth of it. The hell with me for thinking i could have something good
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(9:18pm) Reckon I got the message I’ll quit bothering you now.
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(10:47pm) Can you show me how to block a number?
(10:51pm still nothing?
(10:52pm) Nope
(10:52pm) i’ll facetime you tomorrow and show you my roommates asleep
(10:53pm) Alright I'll call after work
(10:54pm) goodnight, dad ❤️
(10:57pm) Night
Thursday, July 10
(9:28am) Hey
(9:32am) Didn’t think I'd hear from you again
(9:35am) I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear
(9:37am) Are you okay?
(9:40am) I’m hanging in there
(9:41am) Did something happen?
(9:43am) I'm sorry if I crossed a line or said something I shouldn’t
(9:45am) It wasn’t you, Joel
(9:47am) Then what?
(9:49am) You don’t gotta tell me, but I kinda lost my head
(9:52am) I know and I'm sorry I made you think it was you
(9:54am) Didn’t take much for my head to go there
(9:55am) It was just bad timing
(9:56am) You’re alright though? You’re safe?
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(outgoing call)
“Shit– hello?”
“...Hi”
“Gimme just a sec. I’m out on the job site and I can’t hear a damn thing”
“Where are you going? We have a lumber delivery in 20 minutes”
“I got to take this call. Bill’s already been paid and you can handle signing the drop sheet.”
“Still there?”
“Still here”
“I wasn’t sure you’d even pick up.”
“I’m a little surprised that you called”
“Not that I’m complaining”
“Everything alright?”
“No. Not really. That’s why I disappeared.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about how James, that– that’s my ex… found me here in Austin. Especially the other night at Metz Park. And then, he — he texted me. I didn’t even know how he got my number. I thought I had every number blocked. But it popped up and it was him and I just—”
“It felt like the floor dropped out under me and I panicked. So I shut down. I shut you out. I’m sorry, Joel.”
“Don’t you go apologizing to me now. Not for that.”
“...okay”
“Did you find out how he knew where to find you?”
(sigh)
“It was my mom of all people.”
“Your mom?”
“She always had a soft spot for him. Never understood why I left. She was using my location from my Find My Friends...”
“Jesus. That’s—goddamn, darlin’. That just ain’t right.”
“So, now I’m just trying to navigate what’s next.”
“Is there anything I can do?
“Thank you, but no. I’ve got to deal with him on my own.”
“You’ll be careful though?”
“Yeah, I’ll be careful. I promise”
“Just…if you need me – any time, any place – you call. Or text.”
“Thank you, Joel.”
“Just want you safe”
(knocking) “C’mon boss man, we’re losing daylight.”
“I gotta head back.”
“Text me later?”
“Try and stop me.”
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(10:32am) knew she’d text you
(10:51am) Shut up
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(10:44am) 🙃
(10:53am) Well, look who's back from the land of the dead
(10:54am) I have so much to catch you up on
(10:54am) Lunch?
(10:54am) Please.
(10:55am) Give me one tiny detail to make it through my morning?
(10:57am) Joel has a hot voice
(10:57am) ❗❗❗
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(8:46pm) Long day at work. I aint gonna be up too much longer
(8:49pm) That’s alright, I’m pretty tired myself
(8:52pm) I can’t believe I actually got to hear your voice
(8:52pm) I can’t believe I actually got to hear YOUR voice
(8:53pm) Hope I didn’t disappoint.
(9:08pm) You didn’t. Not even close.
(9:08pm) Hearing your voice about knocked the wind outta me
(9:10pm) That's funny, I was thinking the same thing
(9:11pm) You’re gonna make an old man turn red in the face
(9:12pm) Are you blushing, Joel?
(9:32pm) Go to sleep, trouble
(9:36pm) Goodnight ☺️
(9:38pm) Goodnight
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(10:23pm) We should talk
(10:38pm) Let’s get drinks
Friday, July 11
(8:16am) Morning
(8:19am) Hey, you
(8:21am) You sound like you’re in a good mood
(8:21am) Went to bed smiling like an idiot
(8:22am) Oh yeah? Why’s that?
(8:22am) Just some guy that I’ve been talking to
(8:23am) He good to you?
(8:23am) He’s the sweetest
(8:25am) C’mon now… You’re gonna get me cheesing like an idiot The guys are gonna start asking questions
(8:27am) Have a good day at work 😘
(8:29am) Beet red and it's all your fault
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(10:36am) What time am I picking you up?
(10:38am) We’re meeting at 12:15 at Starbucks right around the corner, so 11:45?
(10:38am) 👍
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(8:11pm) Hey, you
(8:13pm) Hey
(8:15pm) I did something today
(8:15pm) Oh?
(8:16pm) I met up with my ex
(8:16pm) Fuck Thought you said you were gonna be careful
(8:16pm) I had to, Joel. I needed to hear him admit it I needed proof
(8:17pm) Needed him to admit what?
(8:17pm) That he wasn’t going to stop
(8:19pm) Christ almighty That was a goddamn threat Plain as day
(8:20pm) I know you said you needed to deal with this on your own but my blood is boiling I’m fighting the urge to find this guy and shove my fist in his face
(8:20pm) Hey… I took care of it
(8:21pm) I went to the courts and filed a restraining order It can take up to 2 weeks but it’s done
(8:21pm) He's not gonna do anything stupid, right?
(8:22pm) No He may be an asshole, but he's not an idiot
(8:22pm) That’s the best news I’ve heard all day
(8:22pm) Joel
(8:23pm) Can I call you?
(8:23pm) You don’t have to ask
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(Outgoing call)
“Hey”
“Hey, yourself”
“What’s up?”
“Nothin’ really. Just wanted to hear your voice”
“Joel…”
“Now, what’d I tell you ‘bout that?”
“About what?”
“Sayin’ my name”
“You don’t like it?”
(pause)
“I love it”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah”
“You’re gonna make me blush”
“Good. ‘Bout time I got you back for all the times you’ve had me flustered”
(pause)
“What’re you doin’ right now?”
“Just getting ready for bed. Long day, you know?”
“Sure sounds like it”
“I'm real proud of you"
“Now don’t go making me sound like some kind of hero”
“I ain’t exaggeratin’. You stared that bastard in the face, got what you needed, and then you walked straight into a courthouse."
"That’s more grit than most folks could muster”
(pause)
“Wish I could be there now. Just sit with you and make sure you sleep easy after all that”
“Wouldn't that be nice…”
“Still feel like an ass. For that day at the coffeehouse"
"Walkin’ away from you like that...”
“Joel…”
"Just lemme..."
"You didn’t deserve that. I was… scared, I guess. Should’ve stayed. Should’ve looked you in the eye and told you what you mean to me instead of leavin’ you there”
"What I mean to you?"
"You really gonna make me say it?"
(pause)
"Fine then...I'm head over heels for the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on"
"Well, that's just not fair"
“No, I guess not"
"Best make it up to you real soon”
"You sure?”
“On my life"
(sigh)
“Listen…much as I like talkin' to you, I’m gonna head on up to bed."
"I’ll talk to you in the mornin’?”
“If you must”
“I'm a grumpy old man, sweetheart. Need to get some sleep otherwise I ain't much fun.”
“You? Fun?”
(laughs) Hey now…
“Night, Joel”
“Night”
Friday, July 12
(8:56am) Good morning Got to the job site this morning and sure as shit three of my guys called out Wasn't going to be the only idiot putting work in on Saturday, so I gave everyone else the day off
(8:57am) too early
(8:57am) It's 9am
(8:57am) on a Saturday, Joel
(9:02am) You got any plans today?
(9:03am) You’re not gonna let me sleep any longer, are you?
(9:04am) No, no big plans today Just hanging out with a friend
(9:05am) No more secret plots?
(9:05am) No more secret plots
(9:06am) What about you?
(9:06am) Got a leaky faucet i’ve been meaning to get to Aint gonna fix itself
(9:07am) I should get up and get ready I'm meeting her in an hour
(9:08am) Have fun
(9:08am) Call me later?
(9:08am) Yes ma'am
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(1:12pm) There's a super cute guy standing in front of me…
(1:12pm) What about Kermit?
(1:12pm) What ABOUT Kermit?
(1:12pm) 🤐
(1:13pm) I'm gonna go for it
(1:13pm) Girl, I leave you alone for two whole minutes…
(1:19pm) What’s taking so long?
(1:20pm) Sorry...I got distracted by gelato and by the hot guy
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(1:17pm) I still got a faucet to fix
(1:17pm) Not my fault this place is packed today
(1:19pm) Where’d you go? I thought you were just going to the bathroom
(1:19pm) Got distracted
(1:20pm) Now’s not the time to be chasing tail
(1:20pm) Beg to differ
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(1:31pm) Are you goddamn deaf? I said that's the girl who asked me out
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(outgoing call)
“Hey. I thought you were gonna call me later. I’m still out with my friend.”
“Yeah, I know. Should only take a sec.”
“You havin’ a good day so far?”
“Yeah, we went to Barton Springs Pool like you suggested and now we’re getting Have a Taco.”
“How is it?”
“Haven’t tried it yet. It’s packed so we’re still waiting on our order.”
“Order for Joel”
(gasp)
“Did he just—”
“Yeah. That’d be me.”
“You’re here?"
"Here here?”
“Seems so. Didn’t mean to crash your lunch. Just wanted some tacos.”
(pause)
“Where are you?”
“Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around, baby.”
(pause)
“Hi”
“Joel…”
“There you go sayin’ my name again.”
Stopppp this is so cute!! 🖤 what a sweet ending! I loved this.
live reaction of me seeing you comment on this.
thank you so much for taking time to read this silly little story 💜
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Warmth - Jackson!Joel x f!reader Drabble
Rating: +18, MDNI, there’s nothing explicit but I don’t want minors on my blog so yeah.
WC: 643
Summary: feeling him embrace you from behind, steady and ardent, warming you on Jackson’s dark, freezing nights, gives you a sense of security that nothing has ever given you before. You can’t fall as long as he holds you tight.
A/N: first thing I finished writing since middle May lol it’s just a little drabble I wrote thinking about sleeping with the man of our dreams. Not edited, any mistake is mine. English is not my first language. Thanks for reading ♥️
dividers by @/saradika-graphics
Joel is warmth.
Warmth in your heart. Warmth on your cheeks. Warmth in your tummy. Warmth between your legs.
Every molecule in your body seems to be on fire. Every thought that crosses your mind. Because everything inside you melts, loses its shape to merge with his, bends and transforms to welcome him.
What Joel radiates isn’t just sensual heat, driven by impulses, by desire, by the mere sight of his features that seem drawn by a painter and sculpted by Michelangelo’s hand.
It’s not just that. It’s the way he makes you feel.
Safe.
In a nest where nothing bad can happen. Where you can let your guard down, lick your wounds, and show your vulnerability. It’s the warmth of a home you’ve chosen to live in together; it’s the comfort of a fireplace he installed just because you asked him to; it’s the dark, warm wood he used to build your bed. Solid, sturdy, reliable wood. Just like him.
Joel is like that. His love is all-encompassing, it knows no lukewarmness, no cold, nothing but burning fire, life, a heart beating fast, a broken voice, trembling legs, your bitten lips, your parched throat, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, and stammered pleas as he lies on top of you.
And God, feeling him embrace you from behind, steady and ardent, warming you on Jackson’s dark, freezing nights, gives you a sense of security that nothing has ever given you before. You can’t fall as long as he holds you tight. No scraped knees on the ice, no bruises, no cuts.
The effort you put in, the losses you faced, and everything you’ve been through have led you to him, where the feisty, ever-alert person you forced yourself to be can finally relax and let go.
The feeling of his skin, mostly covered by just a pair of boxers, on yours is more than just a turn-on.
And not only you he make room for his warmth. He welcomed your cold. He extinguished his own.
He put out the fury, the raging fire and left the warmth.
And it's a wonderful accord, your skins colliding, your lips seeking each other, your hands intertwining. And everything is calm in the urgency of having him. Everything is possible, exciting, alluring.
It is orange and pink like a sunset, silent and quiet like a sunrise.
It's as reassuring as his crooked smile and the little dimple that appears on his cheek. It's captivating like his eyes, which observe and study every inch of you, it's as steady and sure as his hands, which hold you grounded.
It's a pleasant tingling sensation, like his beard tickling your neck when he kisses you, like when you wrap your hand around the nape of his neck and encounter those little, soft curls at the base.
It's imperfect but as real and precious as every mark you carry, the softness of his belly, the wrinkles, the rough knuckles, the calluses, the marks of every time you both survived and fought to hold on to something that ultimately led you here.
Together you are understanding, patience, acceptance, trust, a warm breath of life that has lifted both of you out of misery and loneliness.
When you fall asleep next to Joel, you feel nothing but warmth. His skin, his flesh, blood flowing through his veins. Feeling him wrap you in sleep, one of his arm draped around your waist, the other one caressing your hair, his lips kissing the crown of your head, is like something primal and wonderful where you can truly feel that you no longer need any armor, as if those “no’s” you always say could only turn into “yes.” As if all the “I can’t”s you murmur to yourself had no choice but to become “I can do it.”
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v, this is beautiful. i literally have no words.
Hi hi hi!!
Ex-husband Joel?!?! I might lose my mind over him I fear. Would you be willing to share any of that story? I gotta prepare myself for the angst haha. ❤️❤️❤️
hey bb, i did not forget about this ask and going to add in this one about in sync as well:
i don't have a lot about in sync left that hasn't already been shared. i think we can expect a fair bit of yearning and regret from joel as he tries to navigate how to interact with his ex-wife without making matters worse.
Virtual Daydream || Joel Miller
a Better in My Head drabble this can be read standalone but feel free to go and read the original story here: masterlist
pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 1,813 summary:textfic! you're away and a little tipsy. warnings: rating change from the main fic. 18+. minors DNI.
a/n: i thought i was done with these two but then @billionairecowgirl mentioned sexting and well...here we are as always the biggest of thank you's to my amazing beta @joelsgoodgirl. i wouldn't write/post half the shit i do without your support 💜
as a reminder the format key: Joel Reader
Wednesday, November 19
(6:09pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(6:14pm) I thought you said you’d be done by 6
(6:19pm) Done with the work part of the day but some of my old coworkers from the Detroit office wanted to get drinks at the hotel bar
(6:20pm) Will you call me when you get back to your room? Missed the sound of your voice
(6:22pm) And miss you saying goodnight to me? Never 😍
(6:24pm) Favorite part of my day
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(9:09pm) Joel?
(9:11pm) Yes, sweetheart?
(9:12pm) Why haven't we had sex yet?
(9:12pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(9:13pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(9:14pm) Still at the bar
(9:14pm) Still? It’s past 9
(9:15pm) Drinks turned into dinner, dinner turned into dessert, dessert turned into more drinks
(9:16pm) You didn’t answer my question
(9:16pm) Not sure how to respond
(9:17pm) Do you find me attractive?
(9:17pm) C’mon now. You know I do.
(9:17pm) Then what is it?
(9:18pm) I just don’t want to mess this up
(9:18pm) Joel…
(9:18pm) That’s not fair. You know I’m a sucker for when you say my name.
(9:19pm) All I’m saying is that I want you to be comfortable I don’t want you to think that I’m pressuring you
(9:19pm) If anything it feels like I’m the one pressuring you…
(9:20pm) I am very much a willing participant
(9:20pm) So, you do think about me like that?
(9:20pm) All the time
(9:21pm) Do you…
(9:21pm) Do I what?
(9:23pm) I’m not sure how crude i’m allowed to be with you
(9:24pm) It’s gonna take a lot to send me running
(9:25pm) Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
(9:25pm) Baby…
(9:26pm) Just a simple yes or no
(9:26pm) I’m only human
(9:28pm) Tell me what you think about
(9:28pm) Cmon now. You’re out with your friends
(9:28pm) I’m being a bad friend and ignoring them
(9:29pm) Just call me when you get back to the room and we can continue this conversation
(9:29pm) Or you can just tell me now
(9:30pm) Here, let's make a deal You tell me what you think about And I'll call you later on and tell you what I think about
(9:31pm) I don’t know what to say
(9:31pm) Just tell me what you think about
(9:32pm) I’ll try
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(9:36pm) There’s a lot of typing going on over there
(9:37pm) Do you want me to tell you or not?
(9:37pm) Sorry, please continue
(9:38pm) Gotta restart now
(9:38pm) You didn’t just copy what you had written?
(9:39pm) I don’t know how to do that
(9:39pm) 🤐
(9:39pm) Mhm. Keep laughing
(9:39pm) You make it too easy
(9:40pm) You know I ain’t good at texting
(9:40pm) No? Because I’m pretty sure that’s how you scored your girlfriend
(9:41pm) You like my dopey way of texting?
(9:41pm) Yes Now, please go back to your super long text that you were sending me.
(9:42pm) It’s nothing crazy. I just think about kissing you all over.
(9:42pm) It took you that long to type that?
(9:43pm) I aint done
(9:43pm) No?
(9:43pm) No Just not good at this
(9:44pm) At sexting?
(9:44pm) Is that what they call this?
(9:44pm) Yes, old man
(9:45pm) Not that old
(9:45pm) Would it help if I said I'll be on my best behavior?
(9:45pm) Probably not
(9:46pm) I promise
(9:47pm) Now, can you just try? For me? 🥺
(9:48pm) Why can’t we just wait and have sex like normal people?
(9:48pm) Because i’m thinking about you now…when i’m a million miles away
(9:50pm) Can you…help?
(9:50pm) Stop thinking too hard You’re stuck in your head
(9:51pm) It doesn’t have to be perfect Just tell me When you’re alone and you have your hand wrapped around yourself, what do you think about?
(9:52pm) You under me
(9:52pm) Okay, good. And are there clothes involved?
(9:53pm) Not usually
(9:53pm) And what are you doing?
(9:54pm) Kissing your neck and making you arch your back like you do when we make out.
(9:54pm) You like that?
(9:54pm) I love it
(9:55pm) Good to know.
(9:55pm) What's next?
(9:56pm) I’d slide my leg between yours
(9:56pm) Good (9:57pm) and feel how turned on you were (9:57pm) and you’d feel how…hard I was for you
(9:58pm) Joel…
(9:58pm) Nuh-uh. You asked, and I’m answering
(9:58pm) So keep going
(9:59pm) I’d kiss you until you’re blue in the face. Always wanna be kissing you.
(9:59pm) Maybe tease you a little
(9:59pm) Tease me how?
(10:00pm) Baby…
(10:00pm) I thought you were answering.
(10:01pm) I don’t know what words to use
(10:01pm) You can say the word cock, Joel. It’s not gonna kill you. and it’s certainly not gonna scare me off.
(10:02pm) Jesus Christ
(10:02pm) Is nowhere near this conversation. Now please continue
(10:02pm) Bossy
(10:03pm) Stop stalling
(10:03pm) Fine
(10:04pm) I’d tease you with my….cock
(10:04pm) Let you rub against it a little bit, get it nice and…wet
(10:05pm) The dramatic pauses are unnecessary but continue
(10:05pm) Baby, I'm trying here.
(10:06pm) You said you were gonna be on your best behavior
(10:06pm) You’re right. I’m sorry.
(10:06pm) You gonna make fun of me again?
(10:06pm) No
(10:07pm) Good
(10:07pm) girl
(10:08pm) I’m sorry?
(10:08pm) Good girl…
(10:09pm) You like being called that?
(10:09pm) I don't know, but i imagined you saying it and my heart went from 1 to 100 real fast
(10:10pm) I’d kill to have you here with me right now
(10:10pm) One more day and then I’m back in Texas
(10:10pm) Will you keep going for me, Joel?
(10:11pm) I’m doing ok?
(10:11pm) More than.
(10:12pm) You were saying that you’d tease me with your cock get it nice and wet
(10:13pm) Jesus, yeah Or maybe use my hand
(10:14pm) Let my thumb figure out how sensitive you are
(10:14pm) Start working two fingers inside you
(10:14pm) Maybe this wasn’t a good idea
(10:15pm) Shit, I’m sorry. I knew I was bad at this
(10:15pm) NO. God no. The opposite
(10:15pm) I’m getting a little too worked up
(10:15pm) Oh.
(10:16pm) Do you want me to stop?
(10:16pm) Fuck, Joel
(10:17pm) Bet you’d sound real pretty saying that in my ear
(10:18pm) I’m blushing I’m beet red and blushing
(10:18pm) Is that it?
(10:19pm) What do you mean?
(10:19pm) Are you wet? Thinking about me touching you?
(10:19pm) JOEL
(10:20pm) How did you go from ‘I don't know if I’m good at this’ to….THAT in five minutes
(10:20pm) It’s a real ego boost to hear your girl getting worked up over you
(10:20pm) Touche
(10:21pm) Are you going to answer my question?
(10:22pm) Soaked, Joel. My panties are soaked and I am in public with my colleagues
(10:22pm) Good
(10:23pm) So, two fingers inside you, my thumb on your clit
(10:23pm) Do I need more than two?
(10:23pm) Subtle
(10:23pm) It’s a legitimate question
(10:24pm) You’re fishing
(10:24pm) I’m not
(10:24pm) All you have to do is ask
(10:24pm) Is that not what I’m doing?
(10:25pm) Just ask the question you actually want to ask
(10:25pm) How is this somehow worse?
(10:26pm) Worse than telling me your panties are soaked?
(10:26pm) I’ve released a monster…
(10:26pm) I would make a pun but it would be in poor taste
(10:27pm) Joel, I swear to god
(10:27pm) I’m sorry. You got me feeling like I’m 16 all over again
(10:27pm) Apparently. Jesus.
(10:28pm) It would probably be in your best interest to go up to three fingers
(10:28pm) I’m dizzy
(10:28pm) Baby, you okay?
(10:29pm) Keep talking, you asshole (10:29pm) Baby? What did I do?
(10:29pm) Joel, please
(10:30pm) Are you mad at me?
(10:30pm) No. Please keep talking.
(10:30pm) Oh.
(10:31pm) Three fingers. You said I needed three.
(10:31pm) Yeah, baby. Three fingers inside you.
(10:31pm) I’d let you feel the stretch. Work you open slow
(10:32pm) Could you come from just my fingers?
(10:32pm) yes
(10:32pm) That was fast
(10:33pm) Yes, Joel. I would come from your fingers. Please keep going
(10:33pm) Baby, are you sure you’re okay?
(10:34pm) I am in the restaurant bathroom getting myself off because I can’t just sit there and do nothing while you talk such filth to me and now you’re going to be insufferable about it but i don’t care.
(10:34pm) I’m so close, Joel
(10:34pm) (Outgoing call)
“I cannot do this with you right now.”
“If anyone hears me…”
“You don’t have to say anything, baby. Just listen.”
(zipper opens)
“…are you?”
“Yeah”
“Fuck”
“After you come on my fingers, I’d still want to make love to you.”
“Do you think you can do that for me? Come again?”
“Yes”
“Good girl”
Your breath hitches and you shove the meaty part of your palm in your mouth to keep from moaning.
“I wanna go nice and slow. Feel your fingers dig into my back as you moan into my ear.”
“I’d tell you that you’re doing good. Real good.”
“I’d kiss you, but it wouldn’t be all sweet. Not then, not while i’m inside you.”
“…Joel”
“Shh, quiet, baby. Someone’s gonna hear”
“I don’t care. I’m so close”
“Just from listening to me talk?”
“You don’t get it. I’ve been worked up for weeks now. “
“and you’re so sweet in person.”
“So polite and proper and god, you literally asked if you could put your hand under my shirt I just–”
“I want you so bad”
“I want you too, baby”
“Let me make you come. How can I get you there?”
“Keep talking. Please, Joel. Just keep talking.”
“Okay, baby. Okay.”
“Fuck. I’m touching myself thinking about you.”
“Thinking about how you’d be so warm and tight around me.”
“How I’d lift one of your legs a little higher just so i could get in a little deeper”
“Oh god, Joel”
“Tell me, baby. Is that what you want?”
“You want me inside you? Want me to touch your clit while I’m fuckin’ you?”
“Yes–”
“I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Fuck—I’m so fucking close. Are you close?”
“I’m so close, Joel.”
“Come with me, baby.”
“Come with me, please. Need to hear you come.”
“Joel–I–I–”
You press your palm tight against your mouth as the wave crashes over you. Your eyes squeeze shut and you’re forced to grab the railing for balance. You can hear the erratic sounds of his hand moving faster as he strokes his cock.
“Just like that, baby. Just like. You sound so good.”
Joel takes in a sharp inhale and then lets out a deep groan as he follows you, his orgasm hitting him hard, making his eyes roll back.
Your whole body shakes as you fight to stay quiet, breath coming in sharp, frantic bursts through your nose. Your thighs press together tightly and your knuckles turn white from where they still grip the railing.
A few moments pass.
“So…how’d I do?”
“The day I get back, I'm not letting you leave the bed.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
tag list: @pedrofan, @cloudguide, @k-d--h, @moel-jiller, @slytherdina, @mxkhxx, @inkandstardusts, @tangledupblog, @ppascalrain, @allie0902, @whiskeyneat-coffeeblack, @justanothergirlfromeurope, @peepawmiller, @la-vie-est-une-fleur29, @sighofthetimez, @clever-dragon, @twilightvelour, @wander-erer5, @joelmillersbabygirll, @secondhand-clothing
Teaching Joel about sexting and he comes out of the gate like that? Jfc.
joel never had a partner before who used dirty talk, so he's definitely hesitant at first. but i think we could definitely work him up to being more confident with it on the regular
MADE OF HONOR
(2008)
PEDRO PASCAL as JAVIER PEÑA Narcos | 1.08: La Gran Mentira
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Virtual Daydream || Joel Miller
a Better in My Head drabble this can be read standalone but feel free to go and read the original story here: masterlist
pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 1,813 summary:textfic! you're away and a little tipsy. warnings: rating change from the main fic. 18+. minors DNI.
a/n: i thought i was done with these two but then @billionairecowgirl mentioned sexting and well...here we are as always the biggest of thank you's to my amazing beta @joelsgoodgirl. i wouldn't write/post half the shit i do without your support 💜
as a reminder the format key: Joel Reader
Wednesday, November 19
(6:09pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(6:14pm) I thought you said you’d be done by 6
(6:19pm) Done with the work part of the day but some of my old coworkers from the Detroit office wanted to get drinks at the hotel bar
(6:20pm) Will you call me when you get back to your room? Missed the sound of your voice
(6:22pm) And miss you saying goodnight to me? Never 😍
(6:24pm) Favorite part of my day
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(9:09pm) Joel?
(9:11pm) Yes, sweetheart?
(9:12pm) Why haven't we had sex yet?
(9:12pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(9:13pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(9:14pm) Still at the bar
(9:14pm) Still? It’s past 9
(9:15pm) Drinks turned into dinner, dinner turned into dessert, dessert turned into more drinks
(9:16pm) You didn’t answer my question
(9:16pm) Not sure how to respond
(9:17pm) Do you find me attractive?
(9:17pm) C’mon now. You know I do.
(9:17pm) Then what is it?
(9:18pm) I just don’t want to mess this up
(9:18pm) Joel…
(9:18pm) That’s not fair. You know I’m a sucker for when you say my name.
(9:19pm) All I’m saying is that I want you to be comfortable I don’t want you to think that I’m pressuring you
(9:19pm) If anything it feels like I’m the one pressuring you…
(9:20pm) I am very much a willing participant
(9:20pm) So, you do think about me like that?
(9:20pm) All the time
(9:21pm) Do you…
(9:21pm) Do I what?
(9:23pm) I’m not sure how crude i’m allowed to be with you
(9:24pm) It’s gonna take a lot to send me running
(9:25pm) Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
(9:25pm) Baby…
(9:26pm) Just a simple yes or no
(9:26pm) I’m only human
(9:28pm) Tell me what you think about
(9:28pm) Cmon now. You’re out with your friends
(9:28pm) I’m being a bad friend and ignoring them
(9:29pm) Just call me when you get back to the room and we can continue this conversation
(9:29pm) Or you can just tell me now
(9:30pm) Here, let's make a deal You tell me what you think about And I'll call you later on and tell you what I think about
(9:31pm) I don’t know what to say
(9:31pm) Just tell me what you think about
(9:32pm) I’ll try
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(9:36pm) There’s a lot of typing going on over there
(9:37pm) Do you want me to tell you or not?
(9:37pm) Sorry, please continue
(9:38pm) Gotta restart now
(9:38pm) You didn’t just copy what you had written?
(9:39pm) I don’t know how to do that
(9:39pm) 🤐
(9:39pm) Mhm. Keep laughing
(9:39pm) You make it too easy
(9:40pm) You know I ain’t good at texting
(9:40pm) No? Because I’m pretty sure that’s how you scored your girlfriend
(9:41pm) You like my dopey way of texting?
(9:41pm) Yes Now, please go back to your super long text that you were sending me.
(9:42pm) It’s nothing crazy. I just think about kissing you all over.
(9:42pm) It took you that long to type that?
(9:43pm) I aint done
(9:43pm) No?
(9:43pm) No Just not good at this
(9:44pm) At sexting?
(9:44pm) Is that what they call this?
(9:44pm) Yes, old man
(9:45pm) Not that old
(9:45pm) Would it help if I said I'll be on my best behavior?
(9:45pm) Probably not
(9:46pm) I promise
(9:47pm) Now, can you just try? For me? 🥺
(9:48pm) Why can’t we just wait and have sex like normal people?
(9:48pm) Because i’m thinking about you now…when i’m a million miles away
(9:50pm) Can you…help?
(9:50pm) Stop thinking too hard You’re stuck in your head
(9:51pm) It doesn’t have to be perfect Just tell me When you’re alone and you have your hand wrapped around yourself, what do you think about?
(9:52pm) You under me
(9:52pm) Okay, good. And are there clothes involved?
(9:53pm) Not usually
(9:53pm) And what are you doing?
(9:54pm) Kissing your neck and making you arch your back like you do when we make out.
(9:54pm) You like that?
(9:54pm) I love it
(9:55pm) Good to know.
(9:55pm) What's next?
(9:56pm) I’d slide my leg between yours
(9:56pm) Good (9:57pm) and feel how turned on you were (9:57pm) and you’d feel how…hard I was for you
(9:58pm) Joel…
(9:58pm) Nuh-uh. You asked, and I’m answering
(9:58pm) So keep going
(9:59pm) I’d kiss you until you’re blue in the face. Always wanna be kissing you.
(9:59pm) Maybe tease you a little
(9:59pm) Tease me how?
(10:00pm) Baby…
(10:00pm) I thought you were answering.
(10:01pm) I don’t know what words to use
(10:01pm) You can say the word cock, Joel. It’s not gonna kill you. and it’s certainly not gonna scare me off.
(10:02pm) Jesus Christ
(10:02pm) Is nowhere near this conversation. Now please continue
(10:02pm) Bossy
(10:03pm) Stop stalling
(10:03pm) Fine
(10:04pm) I’d tease you with my….cock
(10:04pm) Let you rub against it a little bit, get it nice and…wet
(10:05pm) The dramatic pauses are unnecessary but continue
(10:05pm) Baby, I'm trying here.
(10:06pm) You said you were gonna be on your best behavior
(10:06pm) You’re right. I’m sorry.
(10:06pm) You gonna make fun of me again?
(10:06pm) No
(10:07pm) Good
(10:07pm) girl
(10:08pm) I’m sorry?
(10:08pm) Good girl…
(10:09pm) You like being called that?
(10:09pm) I don't know, but i imagined you saying it and my heart went from 1 to 100 real fast
(10:10pm) I’d kill to have you here with me right now
(10:10pm) One more day and then I’m back in Texas
(10:10pm) Will you keep going for me, Joel?
(10:11pm) I’m doing ok?
(10:11pm) More than.
(10:12pm) You were saying that you’d tease me with your cock get it nice and wet
(10:13pm) Jesus, yeah Or maybe use my hand
(10:14pm) Let my thumb figure out how sensitive you are
(10:14pm) Start working two fingers inside you
(10:14pm) Maybe this wasn’t a good idea
(10:15pm) Shit, I’m sorry. I knew I was bad at this
(10:15pm) NO. God no. The opposite
(10:15pm) I’m getting a little too worked up
(10:15pm) Oh.
(10:16pm) Do you want me to stop?
(10:16pm) Fuck, Joel
(10:17pm) Bet you’d sound real pretty saying that in my ear
(10:18pm) I’m blushing I’m beet red and blushing
(10:18pm) Is that it?
(10:19pm) What do you mean?
(10:19pm) Are you wet? Thinking about me touching you?
(10:19pm) JOEL
(10:20pm) How did you go from ‘I don't know if I’m good at this’ to….THAT in five minutes
(10:20pm) It’s a real ego boost to hear your girl getting worked up over you
(10:20pm) Touche
(10:21pm) Are you going to answer my question?
(10:22pm) Soaked, Joel. My panties are soaked and I am in public with my colleagues
(10:22pm) Good
(10:23pm) So, two fingers inside you, my thumb on your clit
(10:23pm) Do I need more than two?
(10:23pm) Subtle
(10:23pm) It’s a legitimate question
(10:24pm) You’re fishing
(10:24pm) I’m not
(10:24pm) All you have to do is ask
(10:24pm) Is that not what I’m doing?
(10:25pm) Just ask the question you actually want to ask
(10:25pm) How is this somehow worse?
(10:26pm) Worse than telling me your panties are soaked?
(10:26pm) I’ve released a monster…
(10:26pm) I would make a pun but it would be in poor taste
(10:27pm) Joel, I swear to god
(10:27pm) I’m sorry. You got me feeling like I’m 16 all over again
(10:27pm) Apparently. Jesus.
(10:28pm) It would probably be in your best interest to go up to three fingers
(10:28pm) I’m dizzy
(10:28pm) Baby, you okay?
(10:29pm) Keep talking, you asshole (10:29pm) Baby? What did I do?
(10:29pm) Joel, please
(10:30pm) Are you mad at me?
(10:30pm) No. Please keep talking.
(10:30pm) Oh.
(10:31pm) Three fingers. You said I needed three.
(10:31pm) Yeah, baby. Three fingers inside you.
(10:31pm) I’d let you feel the stretch. Work you open slow
(10:32pm) Could you come from just my fingers?
(10:32pm) yes
(10:32pm) That was fast
(10:33pm) Yes, Joel. I would come from your fingers. Please keep going
(10:33pm) Baby, are you sure you’re okay?
(10:34pm) I am in the restaurant bathroom getting myself off because I can’t just sit there and do nothing while you talk such filth to me and now you’re going to be insufferable about it but i don’t care.
(10:34pm) I’m so close, Joel
(10:34pm) (Outgoing call)
“I cannot do this with you right now.”
“If anyone hears me…”
“You don’t have to say anything, baby. Just listen.”
(zipper opens)
“…are you?”
“Yeah”
“Fuck”
“After you come on my fingers, I’d still want to make love to you.”
“Do you think you can do that for me? Come again?”
“Yes”
“Good girl”
Your breath hitches and you shove the meaty part of your palm in your mouth to keep from moaning.
“I wanna go nice and slow. Feel your fingers dig into my back as you moan into my ear.”
“I’d tell you that you’re doing good. Real good.”
“I’d kiss you, but it wouldn’t be all sweet. Not then, not while i’m inside you.”
“…Joel”
“Shh, quiet, baby. Someone’s gonna hear”
“I don’t care. I’m so close”
“Just from listening to me talk?”
“You don’t get it. I’ve been worked up for weeks now. “
“and you’re so sweet in person.”
“So polite and proper and god, you literally asked if you could put your hand under my shirt I just–”
“I want you so bad”
“I want you too, baby”
“Let me make you come. How can I get you there?”
“Keep talking. Please, Joel. Just keep talking.”
“Okay, baby. Okay.”
“Fuck. I’m touching myself thinking about you.”
“Thinking about how you’d be so warm and tight around me.”
“How I’d lift one of your legs a little higher just so i could get in a little deeper”
“Oh god, Joel”
“Tell me, baby. Is that what you want?”
“You want me inside you? Want me to touch your clit while I’m fuckin’ you?”
“Yes–”
“I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Fuck—I’m so fucking close. Are you close?”
“I’m so close, Joel.”
“Come with me, baby.”
“Come with me, please. Need to hear you come.”
“Joel–I–I–”
You press your palm tight against your mouth as the wave crashes over you. Your eyes squeeze shut and you’re forced to grab the railing for balance. You can hear the erratic sounds of his hand moving faster as he strokes his cock.
“Just like that, baby. Just like. You sound so good.”
Joel takes in a sharp inhale and then lets out a deep groan as he follows you, his orgasm hitting him hard, making his eyes roll back.
Your whole body shakes as you fight to stay quiet, breath coming in sharp, frantic bursts through your nose. Your thighs press together tightly and your knuckles turn white from where they still grip the railing.
A few moments pass.
“So…how’d I do?”
“The day I get back, I'm not letting you leave the bed.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
tag list: @pedrofan, @cloudguide, @k-d--h, @moel-jiller, @slytherdina, @mxkhxx, @inkandstardusts, @tangledupblog, @ppascalrain, @allie0902, @whiskeyneat-coffeeblack, @justanothergirlfromeurope, @peepawmiller, @la-vie-est-une-fleur29, @sighofthetimez, @clever-dragon, @twilightvelour, @wander-erer5, @joelmillersbabygirll, @secondhand-clothing
This was SO FUCKIN’ HOT 🥵
I am sweatinggggggg
an accurate picture of me rn actually 😂
using a picture of the puppy interview should be illegal. thank you so much for reading 💜💜
Virtual Daydream || Joel Miller
a Better in My Head drabble this can be read standalone but feel free to go and read the original story here: masterlist
pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 1,813 summary:textfic! you're away and a little tipsy. warnings: rating change from the main fic. 18+. minors DNI.
a/n: i thought i was done with these two but then @billionairecowgirl mentioned sexting and well...here we are as always the biggest of thank you's to my amazing beta @joelsgoodgirl. i wouldn't write/post half the shit i do without your support 💜
as a reminder the format key: Joel Reader
Wednesday, November 19
(6:09pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(6:14pm) I thought you said you’d be done by 6
(6:19pm) Done with the work part of the day but some of my old coworkers from the Detroit office wanted to get drinks at the hotel bar
(6:20pm) Will you call me when you get back to your room? Missed the sound of your voice
(6:22pm) And miss you saying goodnight to me? Never 😍
(6:24pm) Favorite part of my day
----------------------------------------------
(9:09pm) Joel?
(9:11pm) Yes, sweetheart?
(9:12pm) Why haven't we had sex yet?
(9:12pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(9:13pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(9:14pm) Still at the bar
(9:14pm)Still? It’s past 9
(9:15pm) Drinks turned into dinner, dinner turned into dessert, dessert turned into more drinks
(9:16pm) You didn’t answer my question
(9:16pm) Not sure how to respond
(9:17pm) Do you find me attractive?
(9:17pm) C’mon now. You know I do.
(9:17pm) Then what is it?
(9:18pm) I just don’t want to mess this up
(9:18pm) Joel…
(9:18pm) That’s not fair. You know I’m a sucker for when you say my name.
(9:19pm) All I’m saying is that I want you to be comfortable I don’t want you to think that I’m pressuring you
(9:19pm) If anything it feels like I’m the one pressuring you…
(9:20pm) I am very much a willing participant
(9:20pm) So, you do think about me like that?
(9:20pm) All the time
(9:21pm) Do you…
(9:21pm) Do I what?
(9:23pm)I’m not sure how crude i’m allowed to be with you
(9:24pm) It’s gonna take a lot to send me running
(9:25pm) Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
(9:25pm) Baby…
(9:26pm) Just a simple yes or no
(9:26pm) I’m only human
(9:28pm) Tell me what you think about
(9:28pm) Cmon now. You’re out with your friends
(9:28pm) I’m being a bad friend and ignoring them
(9:29pm) Just call me when you get back to the room and we can continue this conversation
(9:29pm) Or you can just tell me now
(9:30pm) Here, let's make a deal You tell me what you think about And I'll call you later on and tell you what I think about
(9:31pm) I don’t know what to say
(9:31pm)Just tell me what you think about
(9:32pm) I’ll try
----------------------------------------------
(9:36pm) There’s a lot of typing going on over there
(9:37pm) Do you want me to tell you or not?
(9:37pm) Sorry, please continue
(9:38pm) Gotta restart now
(9:38pm) You didn’t just copy what you had written?
(9:39pm) I don’t know how to do that
(9:39pm) 🤐
(9:39pm) Mhm. Keep laughing
(9:39pm) You make it too easy
(9:40pm) You know I ain’t good at texting
(9:40pm) No? Because I’m pretty sure that’s how you scored your girlfriend
(9:41pm) You like my dopey way of texting?
(9:41pm) Yes Now, please go back to your super long text that you were sending me.
(9:42pm) It’s nothing crazy. I just think about kissing you all over.
(9:42pm) It took you that long to type that?
(9:43pm) I aint done
(9:43pm) No?
(9:43pm) No Just not good at this
(9:44pm) At sexting?
(9:44pm) Is that what they call this?
(9:44pm)Yes, old man
(9:45pm)Not that old
(9:45pm) Would it help if I said I'll be on my best behavior?
(9:45pm) Probably not
(9:46pm) I promise
(9:47pm) Now, can you just try? For me? 🥺
(9:48pm) Why can’t we just wait and have sex like normal people?
(9:48pm) Because i’m thinking about you now…when i’m a million miles away
(9:50pm) Can you…help?
(9:50pm) Stop thinking too hard You’re stuck in your head
(9:51pm) It doesn’t have to be perfect Just tell me When you’re alone and you have your hand wrapped around yourself, what do you think about?
(9:52pm) You under me
(9:52pm) Okay, good. And are there clothes involved?
(9:53pm) Not usually
(9:53pm) And what are you doing?
(9:54pm) Kissing your neck and making you arch your back like you do when we make out.
(9:54pm) You like that?
(9:54pm) I love it
(9:55pm) Good to know.
(9:55pm)What's next?
(9:56pm) I’d slide my leg between yours
(9:56pm) Good (9:57pm) and feel how turned on you were (9:57pm) and you’d feel how…hard I was for you
(9:58pm) Joel…
(9:58pm)Nuh-uh. You asked, and I’m answering
(9:58pm)So keep going
(9:59pm) I’d kiss you until you’re blue in the face. Always wanna be kissing you.
(9:59pm) Maybe tease you a little
(9:59pm) Tease me how?
(10:00pm) Baby…
(10:00pm) I thought you were answering.
(10:01pm) I don’t know what words to use
(10:01pm) You can say the word cock, Joel. It’s not gonna kill you. and it’s certainly not gonna scare me off.
(10:02pm) Jesus Christ
(10:02pm) Is nowhere near this conversation. Now please continue
(10:02pm) Bossy
(10:03pm) Stop stalling
(10:03pm)Fine
(10:04pm)I’d tease you with my….cock
(10:04pm)Let you rub against it a little bit, get it nice and…wet
(10:05pm)The dramatic pauses are unnecessary but continue
(10:05pm)Baby, I'm trying here.
(10:06pm) You said you were gonna be on your best behavior
(10:06pm)You’re right. I’m sorry.
(10:06pm) You gonna make fun of me again?
(10:06pm)No
(10:07pm)Good
(10:07pm)girl
(10:08pm) I’m sorry?
(10:08pm) Good girl…
(10:09pm) You like being called that?
(10:09pm) I don't know, but i imagined you saying it and my heart went from 1 to 100 real fast
(10:10pm)I’d kill to have you here with me right now
(10:10pm)One more day and then I’m back in Texas
(10:10pm)Will you keep going for me, Joel?
(10:11pm)I’m doing ok?
(10:11pm)More than.
(10:12pm) You were saying that you’d tease me with your cock get it nice and wet
(10:13pm)Jesus, yeahOr maybe use my hand
(10:14pm)Let my thumb figure out how sensitive you are
(10:14pm)Start working two fingers inside you
(10:14pm)Maybe this wasn’t a good idea
(10:15pm) Shit, I’m sorry. I knew I was bad at this
(10:15pm) NO. God no. The opposite
(10:15pm)I’m getting a little too worked up
(10:15pm)Oh.
(10:16pm)Do you want me to stop?
(10:16pm)Fuck, Joel
(10:17pm)Bet you’d sound real pretty saying that in my ear
(10:18pm) I’m blushing I’m beet red and blushing
(10:18pm)Is that it?
(10:19pm)What do you mean?
(10:19pm) Are you wet? Thinking about me touching you?
(10:19pm)JOEL
(10:20pm) How did you go from ‘I don't know if I’m good at this’ to….THAT in five minutes
(10:20pm)It’s a real ego boost to hear your girl getting worked up over you
(10:20pm)Touche
(10:21pm) Are you going to answer my question?
(10:22pm)Soaked, Joel. My panties are soaked and I am in public with my colleagues
(10:22pm)Good
(10:23pm)So, two fingers inside you, my thumb on your clit
(10:23pm)Do I need more than two?
(10:23pm)Subtle
(10:23pm)It’s a legitimate question
(10:24pm)You’re fishing
(10:24pm)I’m not
(10:24pm)All you have to do is ask
(10:24pm)Is that not what I’m doing?
(10:25pm)Just ask the question you actually want to ask
(10:25pm)How is this somehow worse?
(10:26pm)Worse than telling me your panties are soaked?
(10:26pm)I’ve released a monster…
(10:26pm)I would make a pun but it would be in poor taste
(10:27pm)Joel, I swear to god
(10:27pm) I’m sorry. You got me feeling like I’m 16 all over again
(10:27pm) Apparently. Jesus.
(10:28pm) It would probably be in your best interest to go up to three fingers
(10:28pm) I’m dizzy
(10:28pm)Baby, you okay?
(10:29pm) Keep talking, you asshole (10:29pm) Baby? What did I do?
(10:29pm)Joel, please
(10:30pm) Are you mad at me?
(10:30pm) No. Please keep talking.
(10:30pm)Oh.
(10:31pm)Three fingers. You said I needed three.
(10:31pm)Yeah, baby. Three fingers inside you.
(10:31pm) I’d let you feel the stretch. Work you open slow
(10:32pm)Could you come from just my fingers?
(10:32pm)yes
(10:32pm)That was fast
(10:33pm)Yes, Joel. I would come from your fingers. Please keep going
(10:33pm) Baby, are you sure you’re okay?
(10:34pm) I am in the restaurant bathroom getting myself off because I can’t just sit there and do nothing while you talk such filth to me and now you’re going to be insufferable about it but i don’t care.
(10:34pm) I’m so close, Joel
(10:34pm) (Outgoing call)
“I cannot do this with you right now.”
“If anyone hears me…”
“You don’t have to say anything, baby. Just listen.”
(zipper opens)
“…are you?”
“Yeah”
“Fuck”
“After you come on my fingers, I’d still want to make love to you.”
“Do you think you can do that for me? Come again?”
“Yes”
“Good girl”
Your breath hitches and you shove the meaty part of your palm in your mouth to keep from moaning.
“I wanna go nice and slow. Feel your fingers dig into my back as you moan into my ear.”
“I’d tell you that you’re doing good. Real good.”
“I’d kiss you, but it wouldn’t be all sweet. Not then, not while i’m inside you.”
“…Joel”
“Shh, quiet, baby. Someone’s gonna hear”
“I don’t care. I’m so close”
“Just from listening to me talk?”
“You don’t get it. I’ve been worked up for weeks now. “
“and you’re so sweet in person.”
“So polite and proper and god, you literally asked if you could put your hand under my shirt I just–”
“I want you so bad”
“I want you too, baby”
“Let me make you come. How can I get you there?”
“Keep talking. Please, Joel. Just keep talking.”
“Okay, baby. Okay.”
“Fuck. I’m touching myself thinking about you.”
“Thinking about how you’d be so warm and tight around me.”
“How I’d lift one of your legs a little higher just so i could get in a little deeper”
“Oh god, Joel”
“Tell me, baby. Is that what you want?”
“You want me inside you? Want me to touch your clit while I’m fuckin’ you?”
“Yes–”
“I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Fuck—I’m so fucking close. Are you close?”
“I’m so close, Joel.”
“Come with me, baby.”
“Come with me, please. Need to hear you come.”
“Joel–I–I–”
You press your palm tight against your mouth as the wave crashes over you. Your eyes squeeze shut and you’re forced to grab the railing for balance. You can hear the erratic sounds of his hand moving faster as he strokes his cock.
“Just like that, baby. Just like. You sound so good.”
Joel takes in a sharp inhale and then lets out a deep groan as he follows you, his orgasm hitting him hard, making his eyes roll back.
Your whole body shakes as you fight to stay quiet, breath coming in sharp, frantic bursts through your nose. Your thighs press together tightly and your knuckles turn white from where they still grip the railing.
A few moments pass.
“So…how’d I do?”
“The day I get back, I'm not letting you leave the bed.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
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MY MARSHMALLOW IN A HARDHAT IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! my god this has me fucking feral i need this man RIGHT NOW him being super unsure and shy at first?????????? the how many fingers talk??????????? the lil banter between them???????? jax what the ACTUAL fuckkkkkk
there's no way he was gonna be the first to initiate anything crazy, but you best believe the second he sees (or in this case hears) that you like it, he's off to the races.
also, who can blame her for wanting to know how big it was?
like a virgin
Pairing: Jack Abbot x F!Reader
Rating: E/ 18+ MDNI
WC: 3.9k
Summary: Jack takes your virginity (that's it, that's the story)
Tags: afab reader, virgin!reader (but NOT innocent), oral sex (f! receiving), penetrative sex, age gap, sfot!jack
A/N: Soooo this originally WAS going to be a Joel fic, but The Pitt took over my brain and Jack Abbot wormed his way into my heart and I couldn't stop imagining how sweet he would be with his girl. thank you to my amazing beta @broad-shouldrs as always.
AO3
(also check out my alt blog where i post f/f pitt fanfic)
you’ve been dating jack for nearly six months. you had gathered the courage to ask for a ride after a long shift one day– the habit becoming routine until you’d confessed your feelings.
you both had spilled your secrets slowly, learning of his past, telling him yours.
yet, there was one thing you had to tell him. it was dumb, really, keeping this to yourself. you knew he wouldn’t care, but something inside you felt almost ashamed.
because you, at your ripe age of twenty-eight, were still a virgin.
you knew it wasn’t something to be ashamed of– who the hell has time for sex while working through med school and residency?
it wasn’t like there hadn’t been opportunities with jack, there had been plenty. but you’d chickened out each time, ignoring or redirecting his advances. he never pushed you, of course, the guilt already bubbling at the surface just for wanting someone so young.
so he gave you time and space when you needed it, never pressing.
you stand in front of his bathroom mirror, smoothing your hands over your worn out shirt, your heart already racing. you’d decided tonight would be the night you’d lay everything on the table. tell the truth, and if all went as planned, you would no longer have that unnecessary shame hanging over you.
his voice pulls you from your thoughts, a soft call of your name, a low rumble that sends a pleasant tingle up your spine. you catch yourself smiling in the mirror, your expression softening as you take in the pure happiness radiating from you, the nervous butterflies settling.
taking another deep breath, you slip from the bathroom, your smile still not having fallen from your face as you climb into bed, climbing under the covers he’d lifted for you before settling into his side. you wrap a leg around his hip, your face already tilting toward his for a kiss.
it was your nightly routine now when you stayed, curled up under the covers, making out like teenagers.
you pull away first, your chest heaving as you prepare yourself.
“jack, i need you.” you mumble, your eyes seeking his in the glow of the moon through his apartment windows.
his expression is confused for only a moment before realization dawns on his face. his eyes crinkle with mischief, his lip turning up at one corner. “yeah?”
"yeah," you echo, though your voice wavers just slightly. you press your lips together, steeling yourself again. "but there's something i have to tell you first."
his hand, which had been tracing idle patterns along your waist, stills. not in alarm– jack is never alarmed easily– just giving you his full attention.
"okay," he says simply.
"i've never-" you start, then stop and try again. "i haven't done this before. any of it." you watch his face carefully, searching for the thing you'd been dreading. pity, maybe. or worse, amusement. "i know that's- i know it's a lot, and i should have said something sooner, but i didn't know how to bring it up without it being-"
“hey, baby, slow down.” jack stops you, his hand coming up to cup the side of your face. “take a breath, it’s okay.”
you grimace, but follow his direction and let yourself relax. then his eyes soften even further, his thumb brushes across your cheekbone with such soft tenderness that your throat tightens.
"that's what you've been worried about?" he asks, and there's no mockery in it. just genuine surprise, tinged with something that sounds almost like relief. "baby, that doesn't change anything."
you feel the tension in your muscles ease just slightly, though your heart is still hammering against your ribs. "you're not... disappointed? or-"
"disappointed?" jack repeats, and now there is a hint of amusement, but it's warm, affectionate. "why the hell would i be disappointed?"
"i don't know," you admit, your voice small. "because i'm twenty-eight and i should have–"
"should have what?" he interrupts gently. "there's no timeline for this stuff. you know that." his hand slides from your face down to your neck, his fingers curling around the back of it, grounding you. "you've been busting your ass through med school and residency. think i don't know how much of your life that takes up?"
you swallow hard, nodding.
"and even if that wasn't the reason," he continues, his voice dropping lower, "it still wouldn't matter. this isn't something you owe anyone. not me, not anybody." his forehead comes to rest against yours, and you can feel his breath warm against your lips. "the only thing that matters to me is that you want this. that you want me."
"i do," you whisper, and it comes out more desperate than you intended. "i do want you, jack. i've wanted you for-" you break off, embarrassed by your own intensity.
"for how long?" he prompts, and there's that mischievous edge again, the corner of his mouth quirking up.
"since the first time you gave me a ride home," you confess, and his grin becomes a little more sensual.
"yeah?" he murmurs, and then his mouth is on yours again, slower this time, deeper. his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you open for him with a soft sound that makes him groan low in his chest.
when he pulls back, you're both breathing harder. his hand has moved from your neck to your waist, his fingers slipping just barely beneath the hem of your worn shirt, touching bare skin.
"we can take this as slow as you need," he says, his voice rough now, strained. "or we can stop completely if you change your mind. at any point. you understand?"
you nod, but that's not enough for him.
"i need to hear you say it," he murmurs, gaze dark and steady on you.
"i do," you breathe. "but i don't want to stop. i want-" you hesitate, then force yourself to say it. "i need you to touch me."
the sound he makes is somewhere between a groan and a laugh, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "you're gonna kill me," he mutters against your collarbone, and you feel him smile against your skin.
"is that a yes?" you ask, and you're surprised by the hint of playfulness in your own voice, the anxiety beginning to melt under the warmth of his acceptance.
"that's a hell yes," he says, lifting his head to look at you again. his eyes are darker now, pupils blown wide, but there's still that careful attention in them, that focus that makes you feel like the center of his universe. "but we're doing this right. you tell me if something doesn't feel good, if you want me to slow down, if you want me to stop. deal?"
"deal," you agree, and then his mouth is on yours again and his hand is sliding higher beneath your shirt, his palm warm and slightly rough against your ribs.
you arch into the touch without thought, a soft gasp escaping you, and he swallows the sound with his kiss. his hand moves higher still, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your bra, his thumb brushing over your nipple making your hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"that okay?" he murmurs against your mouth.
"yes," you breathe. "yes, that's–" you break off as he does it again, more deliberately this time, and the familiar heat pools between your legs, your body responding to the stimulation in little sparks of pleasure.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hand stilling. "can i take this off?" he asks, tugging gently at your shirt.
you nod, then remember what he said. "yes. please."
he sits up slightly, helping you pull the worn fabric over your head, and you resist the urge to cover yourself even though you're still wearing your bra. the moonlight streaming through the window casts everything in silver and shadow, and the way jack is looking at you– like you're something precious, something worth savoring– makes your breath catch. it's one thing to be alone in your apartment, touching yourself in the dark. it's another entirely to be seen like this.
"you're so fucking beautiful," he says, and it's not a line. you can hear the sincerity in it, the awe.
"jack–" you start, but he's already leaning down, pressing kisses along your collarbone, down to the swell of your breast above the cup of your bra.
"can i take this off too?" he asks, his fingers already at the clasp between your breasts.
"yes." this time your voice is steadier, more certain.
he unhooks it with practiced ease and you help him slide it down your arms and out from under you, tossing it somewhere off the side of the bed. and then you're bare from the waist up, and jack is looking at you like he's been given something he doesn't quite deserve.
"fuck," he breathes, and then his mouth is on you, his lips closing around your nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as it hardens under his ministrations.
the vulnerability of it makes your skin prickle with awareness. you know what your breasts look like, have touched them yourself countless times, but having someone else's eyes on you, someone else's hands…
the sensation sends a jolt straight through you, familiar but different, and you cry out, your hands flying to his hair, tangling in his curls. you know you're sensitive there, have always been, but his mouth is hotter and wetter than your own fingers ever could be. he hums against you, the vibration making you shudder, and his hand comes up to palm your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
"harder," you gasp without thinking, and he complies immediately, pinching just enough to make you moan. "yeah, like that."
he seems to want to spend an eternity there, and you’re almost sure you can come from just this, but you need more. you push slightly at his head and he chuckles, releasing your nipple with a soft pop and kissing his way down your stomach, his hands sliding to the waistband of your shorts.
he pauses, looking up at you, and the sight of him between your legs, his eyes dark and hungry but still patient, still waiting for permission, makes something clench deep in your belly.
"can i?" he asks, his fingers hooked in the elastic.
"yes," you say, and you lift your hips to help him slide them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare beneath him.
the cool air against your heated skin makes you shiver, and you have to fight the urge to close your legs. but jack's hands are on your thighs, gently pressing them apart, and the look on his face is so reverent that the self-consciousness fades.
"you're perfect," he murmurs, and then he's settling between your legs, his shoulders pressing your thighs wider, and oh god, you realize what he's about to do.
your breath catches. you've imagined this before, late at night with your own hand between your legs, but the reality of it– of him– is suddenly overwhelming.
"wait," you say, and he freezes immediately, his eyes snapping to yours.
"you okay?" he asks, concern evident in his voice.
"i just–" you swallow hard. "i've never– no one's ever–" the words feel clumsy in your mouth. you know what you like, know exactly how to touch yourself to get off, but letting someone else do it, being that vulnerable scares you.
understanding dawns on his face. "you want me to stop?"
"no," you say quickly. "no, i just–" you take a breath, steadying your nerves. "i know what i like. i just don't know if i can... let go.”
his expression softens, and he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. "you don’t have to think about it, baby," he says. "just feel. and if you need to tell me what works, tell me. i want to learn you."
the tenderness in his voice makes your chest ache. you nod, and he takes that as permission, lowering his head.
the first touch of his tongue against you is electric, and you gasp, your hands flying back to his hair. it's different from your own touch, less precise and more intense. the groan he lets out is better than any vibrator you’ve used. “fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”
"oh my god," you breathe as he licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your center. he's exploring, learning, and you force yourself to relax into it, to let him indulge himself for a few minutes.
he pulls back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "tell me what feels good."
"higher," you manage, your voice shaking. "more pressure on the side my clit."
he adjusts immediately, prodding his tongue against your clit, and the pleasure is sharp and familiar but so much more intense than when you do it yourself. you cry out, your hips bucking up against his mouth.
"yes," you gasp. "just like that, don't stop."
you practically feel him grin against your cunt, holding you steady with one hand splayed across your lower belly, the other sliding up to find your hand, lacing your fingers together. the gesture is so tender, so intimate, that it makes your chest ache even as the pleasure builds between your legs.
you know this feeling, have chased it countless times alone in your bed, but this is different. this is trusting someone else to take you there, letting yourself be vulnerable enough to fall apart in front of him.
"jack," you gasp as the tension coils tighter, "i'm close, i'm–"
"let go," he murmurs against you. "i've got you, baby. let go."
and you do, the orgasm crashing over you in waves that feel different somehow– more intense, more overwhelming because you're not in control of it. no pause in the movement while your body seizes with pleasure, no extra energy expended on what you’re doing. you cry out his name, your back arching off the bed, and he works you through it, his tongue gentling as you come down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you try to catch your breath.
when you finally open your eyes, he's hovering over you again, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal, his expression smug and tender all at once.
"you okay?" he asks, brushing a strand of hair away from your damp forehead.
"i–" you start, then laugh breathlessly. "yeah. that was–" you shake your head, still trying to process the euphoria racing through you. "really good."
he grins, leaning down to kiss you, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. the intimacy of it makes you want him even more.
"we can stop here if you want," he says against your mouth. "no pressure."
but you shake your head, your hands already reaching for his chest to push him down, reversing your positions. "i don't want to stop," you say. "i want your cock." you blush with the vulgarity of it, but the responding jerk of his hips is enough to know you said the exact right thing.
he helps you pull his shirt off, and then you're running your hands over his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him, the way his muscles shift beneath your touch. your fingers trail down to the waistband of his sweatpants, and you can see the obvious bulge there, can feel him hard and hot against the inside of your thigh.
"can i?" you ask, echoing his earlier question.
"fuck, yes," he breathes, and you push the fabric down over his hips and down his legs, mindful that his leg may be sore after a pulling a 24 hour shift.
he's not wearing anything underneath, and when his cock springs free, thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip, you feel a surge of pure lust that travels from the tips of your fingers down to your toes. you don’t particularly mean to just sit on his thighs and stare, but he’s just so perfect. thick, maybe six and a half inches, curving just a little toward his belly. the tip is red and flushed, precome already gathered in the slit.
"you can touch me," he says, his voice strained. "if you want."
pressing your lips together to suppress your grin, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, almost gasping in delight at the feel of it. he’s warm and soft, yet firm and unyielding under your palm. you experimentally pump him, eyes flickering from between his legs up to his eyes.
"is this good?" you ask, adjusting your grip, twisting slightly at the head the way you've seen in porn.
"fuck, yes," he grits out. "perfect. but if you keep doing that, this is gonna be over embarrassingly fast."
you smile despite yourself, feeling a surge of confidence at the evidence of how much he wants you. "can i be on top?” your brow furrows a little as your hand stills, simply holding him at the base.
he exhales a breathy laugh, then reaches over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom. "you sure about this?" he asks one more time, and you love him for it, for checking even now.
"i'm sure. wanna set the pace" you say, and the nervousness isn't about the act itself– you know how this works, know what your body needs– it's about trusting him with this, about being this vulnerable with another person.
he rolls the condom on with practiced efficiency, letting his hands settle on your thighs spread over his hips. “you ever had anything this big in you?” he asks, and it’s a genuine question.
you nod, thinking about your not so small collection of toys, and he reaches down to guide himself to your entrance. the first press of him against you makes you tense slightly– not from fear, but from the unfamiliarity of it, the reality of letting someone inside you.
"breathe," he reminds you, and you do, forcing yourself to relax as the tip of his cock teases through your folds. “lower yourself when you want, baby.”
you whimper as you lower yourself slowly, so slowly, and there's a stretch, a pressure, a moment of adjustment as your body accommodates him. it's not painful, just different. he’s warmer than any of the silicone you’ve used in the past, more forgiving inside you as you lower inch by inch.
"you okay?" he asks, his voice tight with the effort of holding still.
"yeah," you manage, eyes shut and hands planted against his chest. "just–give me a second to adjust."
he does, thumbs drawing light circles against the meat of your thighs. gradually, your body relaxes around him, the fullness becoming less foreign, more right.
"okay," you breathe. "gonna move now."
you rise up on your knees and sink back down, a slow experimental roll of your hips. the sound that escapes you is embarrassingly needy, but jack's head drops back against the pillow with a groan that makes you feel powerful in a way you hadn't anticipated.
"yeah," he breathes. "just like that."
you do it again, finding a rhythm that makes sparks shoot up your spine. his hands stay loose on your thighs, letting you lead, only tightening when you hit a particularly good spot and clench around him.
"angle forward a little," he suggests, his voice rough.
"oh," you gasp. the head of his cock rubs against a spot inside you you’ve found with your own fingers, your own toys, but so much more overwhelming with him filling you like this. "there, right there."
"yeah?" he asks, and you can hear the satisfaction in it, the pleasure.
"yeah," you confirm breathlessly, planting your hands more firmly on his chest and picking up the pace.
his hand slides up your thigh, thumb finding your clit, and you cover his finger with your own, guiding him the same way you showed him earlier. he follows your lead immediately, no ego about it, just wanting to get it right.
"like this?" he murmurs, eyes fixed on the sight of your smaller hand on top of his.
"like that," you confirm, and when he matches your rhythm perfectly you moan, long and unguarded.
"fuck," he grits out, his hips giving the smallest involuntary thrust upward. "you feel incredible. you have no idea…"
"i think i have some idea," you manage, and he laughs, breathless and undone, his hands gripping your hips for just a moment before releasing you back to your own pace.
the combination of sensations overwhelms you– the fullness of him, his thumb on your clit exactly how you need it, the freedom of controlling the depth and rhythm, the way he's looking up at you like you're the most remarkable thing he's ever seen. the vulnerability of being this exposed, this seen, should scare you. instead it makes the coil in your belly pull tighter as you clench around him.
"jack," you gasp. "i'm close, i'm so close…"
"i know," he murmurs, his eyes dark and focused on your face. "i've got you. take what you need."
you really begin to chase it without shame, your hips working harder up and down until the orgasm breaks over you in long, shuddering waves. you cry out his name, clenching around him, and feel him follow with a low groan, his hands gripping your hips to pull you down as he spills into the condom. the feeling of him pulsing inside you drags your orgasm out longer, the intimacy of a shared orgasm far more spectacular than you could have ever imagined.
you collapse forward onto his chest, both of you breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, one hand stroking slowly up and down your spine.
after a long moment you lift your head, giggling softly.
"hi," you say stupidly.
"hi," he returns, and the smile that breaks across his face is so unguarded, so soft, that your chest aches with it.
you ease off him carefully, both of you wincing at the sensitivity, and he takes care of the condom before pulling you back into the warmth of his side. you tuck your face against his neck, his pulse still elevated beneath your lips.
"you okay?" he asks, for what feels like the hundredth time, and you smile against his skin.
"i'm perfect," you say, and you mean it completely. "that was… you were…"
"you were amazing," he interrupts, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "thank you for trusting me with this. for letting me be the one."
you're quiet for a moment, just breathing him in. "thank you for making it safe to be vulnerable."
"you don't have to thank me for that," he says softly, fingers feathering over your arm.
"i love you," you whisper, the words slipping out before you can catch them.
you feel him still– just for a moment– and the familiar panic flares. too soon, too much, you've ruined it–
but then he's tilting your chin up, his eyes soft and certain in the dim light.
"i love you too," he says, and kisses you like he means it. like he'll keep meaning it for a long time to come.
what else can be said that hasn't already been said
jack makes me sick to my stomach because he's so fucking sweet
Hi! I love Dave, so if you'd like to share more about gone cold, I'd love to hear it!
hi bby. right now you know about as much as i have planned 😂 this is definitely a newer wip that wasn't more than a brief scene or two and a rough synopsis written at like 3am
what i can tell you is that this story really focuses on the morality of revenge. if given the opportunity, would you do to someone else what they've done to you?
Virtual Daydream || Joel Miller
a Better in My Head drabble this can be read standalone but feel free to go and read the original story here: masterlist
pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 1,813 summary:textfic! you're away and a little tipsy. warnings: rating change from the main fic. 18+. minors DNI.
a/n: i thought i was done with these two but then @billionairecowgirl mentioned sexting and well...here we are as always the biggest of thank you's to my amazing beta @joelsgoodgirl. i wouldn't write/post half the shit i do without your support 💜
as a reminder the format key: Joel Reader
Wednesday, November 19
(6:09pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(6:14pm) I thought you said you’d be done by 6
(6:19pm) Done with the work part of the day but some of my old coworkers from the Detroit office wanted to get drinks at the hotel bar
(6:20pm) Will you call me when you get back to your room? Missed the sound of your voice
(6:22pm) And miss you saying goodnight to me? Never 😍
(6:24pm) Favorite part of my day
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(9:09pm) Joel?
(9:11pm) Yes, sweetheart?
(9:12pm) Why haven't we had sex yet?
(9:12pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(9:13pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(9:14pm) Still at the bar
(9:14pm)Still? It’s past 9
(9:15pm) Drinks turned into dinner, dinner turned into dessert, dessert turned into more drinks
(9:16pm) You didn’t answer my question
(9:16pm) Not sure how to respond
(9:17pm) Do you find me attractive?
(9:17pm) C’mon now. You know I do.
(9:17pm) Then what is it?
(9:18pm) I just don’t want to mess this up
(9:18pm) Joel…
(9:18pm) That’s not fair. You know I’m a sucker for when you say my name.
(9:19pm) All I’m saying is that I want you to be comfortable I don’t want you to think that I’m pressuring you
(9:19pm) If anything it feels like I’m the one pressuring you…
(9:20pm) I am very much a willing participant
(9:20pm) So, you do think about me like that?
(9:20pm) All the time
(9:21pm) Do you…
(9:21pm) Do I what?
(9:23pm)I’m not sure how crude i’m allowed to be with you
(9:24pm) It’s gonna take a lot to send me running
(9:25pm) Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
(9:25pm) Baby…
(9:26pm) Just a simple yes or no
(9:26pm) I’m only human
(9:28pm) Tell me what you think about
(9:28pm) Cmon now. You’re out with your friends
(9:28pm) I’m being a bad friend and ignoring them
(9:29pm) Just call me when you get back to the room and we can continue this conversation
(9:29pm) Or you can just tell me now
(9:30pm) Here, let's make a deal You tell me what you think about And I'll call you later on and tell you what I think about
(9:31pm) I don’t know what to say
(9:31pm)Just tell me what you think about
(9:32pm) I’ll try
----------------------------------------------
(9:36pm) There’s a lot of typing going on over there
(9:37pm) Do you want me to tell you or not?
(9:37pm) Sorry, please continue
(9:38pm) Gotta restart now
(9:38pm) You didn’t just copy what you had written?
(9:39pm) I don’t know how to do that
(9:39pm) 🤐
(9:39pm) Mhm. Keep laughing
(9:39pm) You make it too easy
(9:40pm) You know I ain’t good at texting
(9:40pm) No? Because I’m pretty sure that’s how you scored your girlfriend
(9:41pm) You like my dopey way of texting?
(9:41pm) Yes Now, please go back to your super long text that you were sending me.
(9:42pm) It’s nothing crazy. I just think about kissing you all over.
(9:42pm) It took you that long to type that?
(9:43pm) I aint done
(9:43pm) No?
(9:43pm) No Just not good at this
(9:44pm) At sexting?
(9:44pm) Is that what they call this?
(9:44pm)Yes, old man
(9:45pm)Not that old
(9:45pm) Would it help if I said I'll be on my best behavior?
(9:45pm) Probably not
(9:46pm) I promise
(9:47pm) Now, can you just try? For me? 🥺
(9:48pm) Why can’t we just wait and have sex like normal people?
(9:48pm) Because i’m thinking about you now…when i’m a million miles away
(9:50pm) Can you…help?
(9:50pm) Stop thinking too hard You’re stuck in your head
(9:51pm) It doesn’t have to be perfect Just tell me When you’re alone and you have your hand wrapped around yourself, what do you think about?
(9:52pm) You under me
(9:52pm) Okay, good. And are there clothes involved?
(9:53pm) Not usually
(9:53pm) And what are you doing?
(9:54pm) Kissing your neck and making you arch your back like you do when we make out.
(9:54pm) You like that?
(9:54pm) I love it
(9:55pm) Good to know.
(9:55pm)What's next?
(9:56pm) I’d slide my leg between yours
(9:56pm) Good (9:57pm) and feel how turned on you were (9:57pm) and you’d feel how…hard I was for you
(9:58pm) Joel…
(9:58pm)Nuh-uh. You asked, and I’m answering
(9:58pm)So keep going
(9:59pm) I’d kiss you until you’re blue in the face. Always wanna be kissing you.
(9:59pm) Maybe tease you a little
(9:59pm) Tease me how?
(10:00pm) Baby…
(10:00pm) I thought you were answering.
(10:01pm) I don’t know what words to use
(10:01pm) You can say the word cock, Joel. It’s not gonna kill you. and it’s certainly not gonna scare me off.
(10:02pm) Jesus Christ
(10:02pm) Is nowhere near this conversation. Now please continue
(10:02pm) Bossy
(10:03pm) Stop stalling
(10:03pm)Fine
(10:04pm)I’d tease you with my….cock
(10:04pm)Let you rub against it a little bit, get it nice and…wet
(10:05pm)The dramatic pauses are unnecessary but continue
(10:05pm)Baby, I'm trying here.
(10:06pm) You said you were gonna be on your best behavior
(10:06pm)You’re right. I’m sorry.
(10:06pm) You gonna make fun of me again?
(10:06pm)No
(10:07pm)Good
(10:07pm)girl
(10:08pm) I’m sorry?
(10:08pm) Good girl…
(10:09pm) You like being called that?
(10:09pm) I don't know, but i imagined you saying it and my heart went from 1 to 100 real fast
(10:10pm)I’d kill to have you here with me right now
(10:10pm)One more day and then I’m back in Texas
(10:10pm)Will you keep going for me, Joel?
(10:11pm)I’m doing ok?
(10:11pm)More than.
(10:12pm) You were saying that you’d tease me with your cock get it nice and wet
(10:13pm)Jesus, yeahOr maybe use my hand
(10:14pm)Let my thumb figure out how sensitive you are
(10:14pm)Start working two fingers inside you
(10:14pm)Maybe this wasn’t a good idea
(10:15pm) Shit, I’m sorry. I knew I was bad at this
(10:15pm) NO. God no. The opposite
(10:15pm)I’m getting a little too worked up
(10:15pm)Oh.
(10:16pm)Do you want me to stop?
(10:16pm)Fuck, Joel
(10:17pm)Bet you’d sound real pretty saying that in my ear
(10:18pm) I’m blushing I’m beet red and blushing
(10:18pm)Is that it?
(10:19pm)What do you mean?
(10:19pm) Are you wet? Thinking about me touching you?
(10:19pm)JOEL
(10:20pm) How did you go from ‘I don't know if I’m good at this’ to….THAT in five minutes
(10:20pm)It’s a real ego boost to hear your girl getting worked up over you
(10:20pm)Touche
(10:21pm) Are you going to answer my question?
(10:22pm)Soaked, Joel. My panties are soaked and I am in public with my colleagues
(10:22pm)Good
(10:23pm)So, two fingers inside you, my thumb on your clit
(10:23pm)Do I need more than two?
(10:23pm)Subtle
(10:23pm)It’s a legitimate question
(10:24pm)You’re fishing
(10:24pm)I’m not
(10:24pm)All you have to do is ask
(10:24pm)Is that not what I’m doing?
(10:25pm)Just ask the question you actually want to ask
(10:25pm)How is this somehow worse?
(10:26pm)Worse than telling me your panties are soaked?
(10:26pm)I’ve released a monster…
(10:26pm)I would make a pun but it would be in poor taste
(10:27pm)Joel, I swear to god
(10:27pm) I’m sorry. You got me feeling like I’m 16 all over again
(10:27pm) Apparently. Jesus.
(10:28pm) It would probably be in your best interest to go up to three fingers
(10:28pm) I’m dizzy
(10:28pm)Baby, you okay?
(10:29pm) Keep talking, you asshole (10:29pm) Baby? What did I do?
(10:29pm)Joel, please
(10:30pm) Are you mad at me?
(10:30pm) No. Please keep talking.
(10:30pm)Oh.
(10:31pm)Three fingers. You said I needed three.
(10:31pm)Yeah, baby. Three fingers inside you.
(10:31pm) I’d let you feel the stretch. Work you open slow
(10:32pm)Could you come from just my fingers?
(10:32pm)yes
(10:32pm)That was fast
(10:33pm)Yes, Joel. I would come from your fingers. Please keep going
(10:33pm) Baby, are you sure you’re okay?
(10:34pm) I am in the restaurant bathroom getting myself off because I can’t just sit there and do nothing while you talk such filth to me and now you’re going to be insufferable about it but i don’t care.
(10:34pm) I’m so close, Joel
(10:34pm) (Outgoing call)
“I cannot do this with you right now.”
“If anyone hears me…”
“You don’t have to say anything, baby. Just listen.”
(zipper opens)
“…are you?”
“Yeah”
“Fuck”
“After you come on my fingers, I’d still want to make love to you.”
“Do you think you can do that for me? Come again?”
“Yes”
“Good girl”
Your breath hitches and you shove the meaty part of your palm in your mouth to keep from moaning.
“I wanna go nice and slow. Feel your fingers dig into my back as you moan into my ear.”
“I’d tell you that you’re doing good. Real good.”
“I’d kiss you, but it wouldn’t be all sweet. Not then, not while i’m inside you.”
“…Joel”
“Shh, quiet, baby. Someone’s gonna hear”
“I don’t care. I’m so close”
“Just from listening to me talk?”
“You don’t get it. I’ve been worked up for weeks now. “
“and you’re so sweet in person.”
“So polite and proper and god, you literally asked if you could put your hand under my shirt I just–”
“I want you so bad”
“I want you too, baby”
“Let me make you come. How can I get you there?”
“Keep talking. Please, Joel. Just keep talking.”
“Okay, baby. Okay.”
“Fuck. I’m touching myself thinking about you.”
“Thinking about how you’d be so warm and tight around me.”
“How I’d lift one of your legs a little higher just so i could get in a little deeper”
“Oh god, Joel”
“Tell me, baby. Is that what you want?”
“You want me inside you? Want me to touch your clit while I’m fuckin’ you?”
“Yes–”
“I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Fuck—I’m so fucking close. Are you close?”
“I’m so close, Joel.”
“Come with me, baby.”
“Come with me, please. Need to hear you come.”
“Joel–I–I–”
You press your palm tight against your mouth as the wave crashes over you. Your eyes squeeze shut and you’re forced to grab the railing for balance. You can hear the erratic sounds of his hand moving faster as he strokes his cock.
“Just like that, baby. Just like. You sound so good.”
Joel takes in a sharp inhale and then lets out a deep groan as he follows you, his orgasm hitting him hard, making his eyes roll back.
Your whole body shakes as you fight to stay quiet, breath coming in sharp, frantic bursts through your nose. Your thighs press together tightly and your knuckles turn white from where they still grip the railing.
A few moments pass.
“So…how’d I do?”
“The day I get back, I'm not letting you leave the bed.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
tag list: @pedrofan, @cloudguide, @k-d--h, @moel-jiller, @slytherdina, @mxkhxx, @inkandstardusts, @tangledupblog, @ppascalrain, @allie0902, @whiskeyneat-coffeeblack, @justanothergirlfromeurope, @peepawmiller, @la-vie-est-une-fleur29, @sighofthetimez, @clever-dragon, @twilightvelour, @wander-erer5, @joelmillersbabygirll, @secondhand-clothing
I AM SCREAMING!!!! This was so good I’m obsessed with them I don’t think you understand 😂 I would read 500k words of just this text format I’m being so serious
Him not knowing how to copy and paste tho 💀
Wish Joel miller would make me blush too 😤 I am a simp for this man
Seriously this was so good I ate this up
FEEL FREE TO PRESSURE ME, bb. Not that I don't already have a bajillion other things I'm writing, but for you 🫵 I'd do about anything.
The man didn't know how to block a phone number. Should we be that surprised that copying and pasting is not in skill set? Imagine him trying to send a selfie? Or worse a dick pic. He tries to get the camera in focus and ends up sending his face instead of his dick in the heat of the moment.
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PEDRO PASCAL Entertainment Weekly - October 22, 2024
Virtual Daydream || Joel Miller
a Better in My Head drabble this can be read standalone but feel free to go and read the original story here: masterlist
pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 1,813 summary:textfic! you're away and a little tipsy. warnings: rating change from the main fic. 18+. minors DNI.
a/n: i thought i was done with these two but then @billionairecowgirl mentioned sexting and well...here we are as always the biggest of thank you's to my amazing beta @joelsgoodgirl. i wouldn't write/post half the shit i do without your support 💜
as a reminder the format key: Joel Reader
Wednesday, November 19
(6:09pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(6:14pm) I thought you said you’d be done by 6
(6:19pm) Done with the work part of the day but some of my old coworkers from the Detroit office wanted to get drinks at the hotel bar
(6:20pm) Will you call me when you get back to your room? Missed the sound of your voice
(6:22pm) And miss you saying goodnight to me? Never 😍
(6:24pm) Favorite part of my day
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(9:09pm) Joel?
(9:11pm) Yes, sweetheart?
(9:12pm) Why haven't we had sex yet?
(9:12pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(9:13pm) (Outgoing call - no answer)
(9:14pm) Still at the bar
(9:14pm)Still? It’s past 9
(9:15pm) Drinks turned into dinner, dinner turned into dessert, dessert turned into more drinks
(9:16pm) You didn’t answer my question
(9:16pm) Not sure how to respond
(9:17pm) Do you find me attractive?
(9:17pm) C’mon now. You know I do.
(9:17pm) Then what is it?
(9:18pm) I just don’t want to mess this up
(9:18pm) Joel…
(9:18pm) That’s not fair. You know I’m a sucker for when you say my name.
(9:19pm) All I’m saying is that I want you to be comfortable I don’t want you to think that I’m pressuring you
(9:19pm) If anything it feels like I’m the one pressuring you…
(9:20pm) I am very much a willing participant
(9:20pm) So, you do think about me like that?
(9:20pm) All the time
(9:21pm) Do you…
(9:21pm) Do I what?
(9:23pm)I’m not sure how crude i’m allowed to be with you
(9:24pm) It’s gonna take a lot to send me running
(9:25pm) Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
(9:25pm) Baby…
(9:26pm) Just a simple yes or no
(9:26pm) I’m only human
(9:28pm) Tell me what you think about
(9:28pm) Cmon now. You’re out with your friends
(9:28pm) I’m being a bad friend and ignoring them
(9:29pm) Just call me when you get back to the room and we can continue this conversation
(9:29pm) Or you can just tell me now
(9:30pm) Here, let's make a deal You tell me what you think about And I'll call you later on and tell you what I think about
(9:31pm) I don’t know what to say
(9:31pm)Just tell me what you think about
(9:32pm) I’ll try
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(9:36pm) There’s a lot of typing going on over there
(9:37pm) Do you want me to tell you or not?
(9:37pm) Sorry, please continue
(9:38pm) Gotta restart now
(9:38pm) You didn’t just copy what you had written?
(9:39pm) I don’t know how to do that
(9:39pm) 🤐
(9:39pm) Mhm. Keep laughing
(9:39pm) You make it too easy
(9:40pm) You know I ain’t good at texting
(9:40pm) No? Because I’m pretty sure that’s how you scored your girlfriend
(9:41pm) You like my dopey way of texting?
(9:41pm) Yes Now, please go back to your super long text that you were sending me.
(9:42pm) It’s nothing crazy. I just think about kissing you all over.
(9:42pm) It took you that long to type that?
(9:43pm) I aint done
(9:43pm) No?
(9:43pm) No Just not good at this
(9:44pm) At sexting?
(9:44pm) Is that what they call this?
(9:44pm)Yes, old man
(9:45pm)Not that old
(9:45pm) Would it help if I said I'll be on my best behavior?
(9:45pm) Probably not
(9:46pm) I promise
(9:47pm) Now, can you just try? For me? 🥺
(9:48pm) Why can’t we just wait and have sex like normal people?
(9:48pm) Because i’m thinking about you now…when i’m a million miles away
(9:50pm) Can you…help?
(9:50pm) Stop thinking too hard You’re stuck in your head
(9:51pm) It doesn’t have to be perfect Just tell me When you’re alone and you have your hand wrapped around yourself, what do you think about?
(9:52pm) You under me
(9:52pm) Okay, good. And are there clothes involved?
(9:53pm) Not usually
(9:53pm) And what are you doing?
(9:54pm) Kissing your neck and making you arch your back like you do when we make out.
(9:54pm) You like that?
(9:54pm) I love it
(9:55pm) Good to know.
(9:55pm)What's next?
(9:56pm) I’d slide my leg between yours
(9:56pm) Good (9:57pm) and feel how turned on you were (9:57pm) and you’d feel how…hard I was for you
(9:58pm) Joel…
(9:58pm)Nuh-uh. You asked, and I’m answering
(9:58pm)So keep going
(9:59pm) I’d kiss you until you’re blue in the face. Always wanna be kissing you.
(9:59pm) Maybe tease you a little
(9:59pm) Tease me how?
(10:00pm) Baby…
(10:00pm) I thought you were answering.
(10:01pm) I don’t know what words to use
(10:01pm) You can say the word cock, Joel. It’s not gonna kill you. and it’s certainly not gonna scare me off.
(10:02pm) Jesus Christ
(10:02pm) Is nowhere near this conversation. Now please continue
(10:02pm) Bossy
(10:03pm) Stop stalling
(10:03pm)Fine
(10:04pm)I’d tease you with my….cock
(10:04pm)Let you rub against it a little bit, get it nice and…wet
(10:05pm)The dramatic pauses are unnecessary but continue
(10:05pm)Baby, I'm trying here.
(10:06pm) You said you were gonna be on your best behavior
(10:06pm)You’re right. I’m sorry.
(10:06pm) You gonna make fun of me again?
(10:06pm)No
(10:07pm)Good
(10:07pm)girl
(10:08pm) I’m sorry?
(10:08pm) Good girl…
(10:09pm) You like being called that?
(10:09pm) I don't know, but i imagined you saying it and my heart went from 1 to 100 real fast
(10:10pm)I’d kill to have you here with me right now
(10:10pm)One more day and then I’m back in Texas
(10:10pm)Will you keep going for me, Joel?
(10:11pm)I’m doing ok?
(10:11pm)More than.
(10:12pm) You were saying that you’d tease me with your cock get it nice and wet
(10:13pm)Jesus, yeahOr maybe use my hand
(10:14pm)Let my thumb figure out how sensitive you are
(10:14pm)Start working two fingers inside you
(10:14pm)Maybe this wasn’t a good idea
(10:15pm) Shit, I’m sorry. I knew I was bad at this
(10:15pm) NO. God no. The opposite
(10:15pm)I’m getting a little too worked up
(10:15pm)Oh.
(10:16pm)Do you want me to stop?
(10:16pm)Fuck, Joel
(10:17pm)Bet you’d sound real pretty saying that in my ear
(10:18pm) I’m blushing I’m beet red and blushing
(10:18pm)Is that it?
(10:19pm)What do you mean?
(10:19pm) Are you wet? Thinking about me touching you?
(10:19pm)JOEL
(10:20pm) How did you go from ‘I don't know if I’m good at this’ to….THAT in five minutes
(10:20pm)It’s a real ego boost to hear your girl getting worked up over you
(10:20pm)Touche
(10:21pm) Are you going to answer my question?
(10:22pm)Soaked, Joel. My panties are soaked and I am in public with my colleagues
(10:22pm)Good
(10:23pm)So, two fingers inside you, my thumb on your clit
(10:23pm)Do I need more than two?
(10:23pm)Subtle
(10:23pm)It’s a legitimate question
(10:24pm)You’re fishing
(10:24pm)I’m not
(10:24pm)All you have to do is ask
(10:24pm)Is that not what I’m doing?
(10:25pm)Just ask the question you actually want to ask
(10:25pm)How is this somehow worse?
(10:26pm)Worse than telling me your panties are soaked?
(10:26pm)I’ve released a monster…
(10:26pm)I would make a pun but it would be in poor taste
(10:27pm)Joel, I swear to god
(10:27pm) I’m sorry. You got me feeling like I’m 16 all over again
(10:27pm) Apparently. Jesus.
(10:28pm) It would probably be in your best interest to go up to three fingers
(10:28pm) I’m dizzy
(10:28pm)Baby, you okay?
(10:29pm) Keep talking, you asshole (10:29pm) Baby? What did I do?
(10:29pm)Joel, please
(10:30pm) Are you mad at me?
(10:30pm) No. Please keep talking.
(10:30pm)Oh.
(10:31pm)Three fingers. You said I needed three.
(10:31pm)Yeah, baby. Three fingers inside you.
(10:31pm) I’d let you feel the stretch. Work you open slow
(10:32pm)Could you come from just my fingers?
(10:32pm)yes
(10:32pm)That was fast
(10:33pm)Yes, Joel. I would come from your fingers. Please keep going
(10:33pm) Baby, are you sure you’re okay?
(10:34pm) I am in the restaurant bathroom getting myself off because I can’t just sit there and do nothing while you talk such filth to me and now you’re going to be insufferable about it but i don’t care.
(10:34pm) I’m so close, Joel
(10:34pm) (Outgoing call)
“I cannot do this with you right now.”
“If anyone hears me…”
“You don’t have to say anything, baby. Just listen.”
(zipper opens)
“…are you?”
“Yeah”
“Fuck”
“After you come on my fingers, I’d still want to make love to you.”
“Do you think you can do that for me? Come again?”
“Yes”
“Good girl”
Your breath hitches and you shove the meaty part of your palm in your mouth to keep from moaning.
“I wanna go nice and slow. Feel your fingers dig into my back as you moan into my ear.”
“I’d tell you that you’re doing good. Real good.”
“I’d kiss you, but it wouldn’t be all sweet. Not then, not while i’m inside you.”
“…Joel”
“Shh, quiet, baby. Someone’s gonna hear”
“I don’t care. I’m so close”
“Just from listening to me talk?”
“You don’t get it. I’ve been worked up for weeks now. “
“and you’re so sweet in person.”
“So polite and proper and god, you literally asked if you could put your hand under my shirt I just–”
“I want you so bad”
“I want you too, baby”
“Let me make you come. How can I get you there?”
“Keep talking. Please, Joel. Just keep talking.”
“Okay, baby. Okay.”
“Fuck. I’m touching myself thinking about you.”
“Thinking about how you’d be so warm and tight around me.”
“How I’d lift one of your legs a little higher just so i could get in a little deeper”
“Oh god, Joel”
“Tell me, baby. Is that what you want?”
“You want me inside you? Want me to touch your clit while I’m fuckin’ you?”
“Yes–”
“I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Fuck—I’m so fucking close. Are you close?”
“I’m so close, Joel.”
“Come with me, baby.”
“Come with me, please. Need to hear you come.”
“Joel–I–I–”
You press your palm tight against your mouth as the wave crashes over you. Your eyes squeeze shut and you’re forced to grab the railing for balance. You can hear the erratic sounds of his hand moving faster as he strokes his cock.
“Just like that, baby. Just like. You sound so good.”
Joel takes in a sharp inhale and then lets out a deep groan as he follows you, his orgasm hitting him hard, making his eyes roll back.
Your whole body shakes as you fight to stay quiet, breath coming in sharp, frantic bursts through your nose. Your thighs press together tightly and your knuckles turn white from where they still grip the railing.
A few moments pass.
“So…how’d I do?”
“The day I get back, I'm not letting you leave the bed.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
tag list: @pedrofan, @cloudguide, @k-d--h, @moel-jiller, @slytherdina, @mxkhxx, @inkandstardusts, @tangledupblog, @ppascalrain, @allie0902, @whiskeyneat-coffeeblack, @justanothergirlfromeurope, @peepawmiller, @la-vie-est-une-fleur29, @sighofthetimez, @clever-dragon, @twilightvelour, @wander-erer5, @joelmillersbabygirll, @secondhand-clothing
everyone needs to read this whole series because it is DELICIOUS. (i also started to read this with NO warnings and actually almost died 🥵)
why would i give you a warning and ruin my fun?
