#couldn’t stop thinking about hot tub sex with joel

[inthe-dark-tonight]

Whatever’s on Tonight

joel miller x fem!reader

part 2

summary: a weekend in the desert is anything but lonely with joel miller around

word count: 2.8k

warnings: 18+ (mdni), no outbreak AU, established relationship, no mention of age difference, fluff, unsafe p in v, creampie, swearing, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, hot tub sex with joel miller ;)

notes: came up with this idea while listening to the next best american record by lana del rey <3 i wrote this all last night and barely looked it over so sorry about any mistakes and thank you for reading!!

Whatever's on tonight // I just wanna party with you // Topanga's hot tonight // I'm takin' off my bathing suit // You made me feel like.., // There's somethin' that I never knew−I wanted

You and Joel decided to rent a bungalow outside of big bend national park for the weekend, somewhere you can both relax and disconnect. It was a last minute decision, you can’t even remember the last time the two of you got a chance to do something like this. You made sure to book a place that was a little more secluded so you could enjoy the peacefulness of the desert, and having a hot tub to relax was a necessity.

You both took a half day at work, packed up the truck then headed out. It was nearly a 7 hour drive, you spent the time talking and listened to music while looking at the scenery to pass the time. About half way through your trip you stopped at a little diner to have dinner, then got back on the road.

As you get closer to the bungalow the two of you are staying in, you begin to feel more excited about the little get away. As Joel drives down the winding desert road leading to the house, the sky is fading into a dark blue shade, dusk slowly taking over. You look over at Joel as he drives, the silhouette of his side profile made more prominent by the fading light behind him. A smile grows on your face as your eyes trail over his features.

“What?” He smirks and glances at you for a second before looking back to the road.

You shake your head. “Nothing,” you break into a smile. “Just excited that’s all.”

He takes one hand off the steering wheel to find yours on your lap and intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly. You sit in silence until he’s parked in front of the bungalow, only letting go of your hand to get out of the car.

“Here we are.” He gives you a content look as you both unbuckle your seatbelts and climb out of the car.

You stop for a second after closing the passenger door staring up at sky in awe, now filled with stars as the moon takes the suns place in the night sky. Joel comes up behind you, wrapping his large arms around your waist. You rest your arms on top of his and lay your head back onto his shoulder, eyes never leaving the sky.

“Beautiful” He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Mhm” You hum, unaware that he was talking about you.

“Let’s bring our stuff in.” His voice is soft, you turn your head to look up at him and his lips immediately meet yours in a gentle kiss.

You let out a sigh before he moves to unpack the truck, hands lingering on your hips for a short moment. You help him grab a few things before the two of you walk up to the house. Joel sets down his bag while he fiddles with the lock box that holds the key for a minute, and you can’t help but laugh.

Once he finally unlocks the door, you walk in and the space is beautiful, a small kitchen lined with floor to ceiling windows that leads into a cozy living room. You set down your bags to take a look around, the home is mid century style and it’s exactly what you hoped for when you booked it. You walk to the other side of the living room and find another wall filled with floor to ceiling windows, a small bathroom, and a door that leads to the bedroom.

Joel trails behind you as you enter the room, a large king size bed facing a sliding glass door that leads to the patio and hot tub, and a bathroom with a huge walk-in glass shower across from a vanity with a giant wall to wall mirror. You turn around and walk over to Joel, a thrilled smile on your face as you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Woah there.” He chuckles and wraps his arms around you, squeezing tight as he buries his face in your neck.

“Sorry, I’m excited.” Your voice is muffled as you nuzzle into him.

He pulls back from you, planting his hands on your hips and kissing the tip of your nose.

“How ‘bout I grab us some drinks and we go out back?” He’s resting his forehead against yours now.

“Only if you go in the hot tub with me.” You give him a playful look.

“Whatever you want, baby. We’re here to relax.” He squeezes your waist before turning around to head for the kitchen.

You grab your bag from the living room and dig around for your bathing suit and snag a shirt from Joel’s bag to slip over it. As you’re putting on your bathing suit, you hear music coming from the living room. You tie your bathing suit top as quickly as you can and throw on Joel’s shirt before walking towards the music.

You see Joel in the corner messing with an old radio, switching through the staticky channels until he stops on one that’s coming through mostly clear. You recognize the song that’s coming through the speakers, and he turns around setting his beer on the coffee table before walking over to you.

Anyone who’s ever had a heart

Wouldn’t turn around and break it

He grabs your hips pulling you into him, hands resting on the small of your back as he holds you close. You rest both your hands on his shoulders.

“Dance with me.” He whispers before starting to sway back and forth.

You move your hands up to wrap around his neck,and rest your head on his shoulder, listening to his heart beat as you sway back and forth with him. Your eyes close, getting lost in the moment just feeling his warm chest move under you with each breath. As you sway back and forth, you lift your head to look up at him and rest your hands on his chest. His nose gently brushes against yours as he stares at you with heavy lidded eyes.

Heavenly wine and roses

Seem to whisper to me when you smile

Joel spins you around causing you to let out a laugh before pulling you back in, his lips meeting with yours in a feverish kiss. One of his hands moves up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer as he lets out a content sigh.

Sweet Jane

Oh sweet, sweet Jane

He breaks the kiss still holding you close, eyes locked on yours as he continues to sway with you until the end of the song. He gently tucks a hair behind your ear before breaking the silence.

“Let me get changed and I’ll meet you outside.” He whispers to you, and you nod in agreement.

He plants one last gentle kiss on your lips before you walk to the bedroom and open the sliding door to the deck. When you step outside it’s a bit chilly, you quickly remove the cover from the hot tub and dip your hand into the warm water. When you look up towards the sliding glass door you see the silhouette of Joel’s broad frame in the dim light of the room as he walks towards the door. He’s holding two beers in his hand when he steps out, his eyes meet yours before closing the door.

You stand there with your hand in the water still as he sets the beers on the edge of the hot tub. He walks over to you and you turn around, leaning up against the hot tub facing him. Your eyes roam over his exposed chest and shoulders as he saunters towards you wearing a pair of dark blue swim trunks that hang dangerously low on his waist. He reaches out to grab the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, knuckles skimming the skin on your thighs as he slowly lifts it. You raise your arms allowing him to remove it before throwing it off to the side somewhere, leaving you in just your black bathing suit. His warm hands run up and down your sides caressing your soft skin as his eyes roam over your body.

“You’re heavenly.” He squeezes your hips, shaking his head in disbelief.

You rest your hands on his stomach right above the hem of his swim trunks, he sucks in a deep breath as you slowly move your hands up his soft stomach, over his chest and rest them on his solid shoulders. His hands move to squeeze your ass and you let out a small yelp causing Joel to chuckle.

“Very funny,” you roll your eyes giving him a playful smile as you grab his hand. “C’mon.”

You pull him along as you walk towards the steps to get in the hot tub. As you climb in, he rests his hand on your lower back. Once you're sitting he climbs in after you letting out a low groan as he sinks into the warm water. He grabs the beers from the ledge of the hot tub and hands you one, eyes staying locked on you as he takes a sip of his own. You’re sitting across from him, watching him as you sink further down into the water. He rests his arm over the edge of the hot tub holding his beer, and runs his other hand through his hair dampening it slightly.

“C’mere baby.” He sets his beer down and sits up straight.

You push yourself off the edge of your seat and swiftly lift yourself to straddle his lap, your drink forgotten on the other side of the hot tub. You settle in his lap, hands resting on the sides of his neck as he looks up at you. He trails his warm hands lightly up and down your back, causing goosebumps to form all over your damp skin.

“Joel…” you breathe out, rolling your hips into his.

“Goddamn.” He lets out a low moan.

You lightly pull at the hair on the back of his neck causing him to close his eyes for a moment, tongue sticking out to wet his lips. You can feel his hardening length start to grow beneath you, and when he opens his eyes again they’re immediately glued to your chest.

As his warm breath fans across your skin you move one of your hands to find the tie on the back of your bikini, pulling at the string once you find it. Your bathing suit top loosens and his eyes widen, darting up to yours. Then you move both your hands to the tie at your neck, pulling it loose and letting your top fall into the water before placing your hands on the ledge behind him. You can feel Joel’s fully hardened cock underneath you now as he takes in the sight of your bare chest.

“Fuck.” His hips lift and you press yourself into him.

“Like what you see?” You grind your hips into his again.

He looks up at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw as he nods in agreement. You grab his hands from your hips and lift them up to your tits, his eyes falling back to your chest. Your hands cover his as he lightly squeezes and kneads them while you continue to roll your hips into him.

“So pretty.” He hums.

You let out a small moan and his eyes turn dark as they snap up to yours. You remove your hands from his and slowly move yourself back, reaching into the water for his swim trunks. He sees what you’re doing and lifts his hips up as you pull them down, exposing his fully hardened cock.

He removes his hands from your breast to untie the strings on the bottoms of your bikini, pulling them out from under you and tossing them to the other side of the hot tub causing the water to slightly splash on you. You flinch and let out a small shout, leaning into Joel.

“Sorry” he says between laughs.

You wrap your arms around his solid form, laying your bare chest against his before meeting his lips with a passionate kiss. A long sigh leaves you lips as your body relaxes into him. His hard length is flush against your folds, tip nudging at your clit as you slowly thrust against him.

You’re breathing heavily as you break the kiss. “Need you.” It comes out quiet and soft.

“I’m all yours baby.” He grabs your face, placing his lips on yours again.

You slowly lift your hips until you feel his tip catch at your entrance, causing him to let out a low moan that vibrates through your chest. Joel slips his tongue past your lips deepening the kiss as you start to slowly sink down onto his cock. You remove your lips from his and let out another soft moan.

“Oh my god Joel, feels so good.” You mumble against his lips, nose nudging against his.

He’s speechless, both hands on your face as he looks up at you. You slowly move yourself up and down on his cock at a steady pace, just taking in the way he feels slowly stretching you. You tug at his hair causing his head to tilt up towards you more, and that sets something off in him.

He lets out a low growl before lifting you up off of him, spinning you around so your back is to him. Then he starts gently pushing you to the other side of the hot tub, his hands rest on your hips as you settle on your knees and your hands grip the ledge. Seconds later he’s thrusting his cock back into you, causing your body to jolt forward as you let out a gasp.

His pace starts out slow as he trails kisses down your bare back and shoulders. Then he starts to pick up his pace resting one of his hands over yours, the other on your hip as his broad frame leans over you. You turn your head to get a glimpse of him, and he leans forward, removing his hand from yours to grab your jaw as he kisses you.

“Take me so well baby.” He hums as his pace quickens.

Heat is building in your stomach, ready to snap at any second. His hand on your hip moves to wrap around you, holding you flush against him.

“I’m close.” It comes out barely audible.

The hand that’s holding your chin moves to rest on your shoulder as he lets out low grunts into the side of your neck, leaving hot kisses on your skin.

“Let me feel you, sweet thing.” He whispers into your ear, his deep voice making you shudder.

It’s enough to make the coil in your stomach finally snap, eyes fluttering shut as your walls clench around him. He lets out a groan as he fucks you through your orgasm, your name falling from his lips in low moans as his pace starts to faulter. He starts to pull out and you quickly grab his hand that’s resting on your shoulder, stopping him.

“Inside Joel,” You let out a breath. “Please.”

He slows down and plants both his hands on your hips, your words were enough to send him over the edge as he releases himself into you. A whimper leaves your mouth as you feel his warm load coat your walls. His forehead rests on your shoulder as he comes down from his high, breathing heavily while trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck, baby.” He leaves a soft kiss on your shoulder before pulling out of you with a low hiss.

After a moment Joel sits up and turns his body towards you, one hand resting on your inner thigh, the other draped along the edge of the hot tub. You sit up a little and your eyes meet his.

Both of his hands move to rest on on your cheeks, caressing your soft skin with his thumbs as you wrap your arms around his neck. He leans in to kiss you again, deep and slow as your lips move in sync. He breaks this kiss too soon leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed and he takes in a deep breath. You keep your eyes closed, carding your fingers through his hair as you take in this moment.

Your chest swells, as you open your eyes you find him peering at you through heavy lidded eyes.

“Joel…”

“It’s true, all the roads lead to you. Everything I want and do.” He takes a deep breath.

Your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you brush your lips against his, taking in what he just confessed to you.

“I love you.” It’s barely audible, lower than a whisper.

Your lips fully meet with his and he grabs your legs to swing them over his lap, lips still attached to yours.

“I love you too.” He nuzzles his nose against your cheek.

You curl up closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder. His large hand runs up and down your back as you both sit there taking in the moment, listening to each other's breathing and the faint noises of the night.

tagging a few moots <3

@sscorpiiio @gracieheartsspedro @ilovepedro @pedrospartner @joelsversion @javiscigarette @jenispunk @beskarandblasters @tinygarbage @shatteredbaby @nostalxgic @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @isitmeulookin4

thanks for reading 🤍 and thank you @pr0ximamidnight for letting me ramble and send updates ily AND thank you for the summary 🫡

thinking about a part 2 also if anyone’s interested 👀 my asks box is open to chat!

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #soft!joel miller #joel miller #joel miller fic #couldn’t stop thinking about hot tub sex with joel

[idthellyeah-blog]

My Daily Affirmations

(I opened for Tig Notaro in September of 2011 at a very cool little bar in Omaha called The Sydney. Its the same place I did my first stand up set and a lot of drugs. I love it dearly. Tig was great, such an awesome comedian. It was in the era of OK Party Comedy where we had a good relationship with a comedy tour manager who would try and route people our way even though we couldn't offer tons of money or much of anything else. Those were truly the best times.)

(To be read in the morning after waking up before your morning bath, not during!)

IDT,

   Today is the day!  It’s time to harness some forward momentum and make some positive life changes.  Like the movie Click starring Adam Sandler…the part where he realizes that dying from being fat is scary and awful and he quits being a dick to his hot wife and sexy kids…not the other stuff.  Try to avoid thinking about how you cried in front of your friends the first time you watched the movie Click, you will just spend the rest of your day thinking about the consequences of owning a magical remote control, rather than making positive forward progress.

   Today is the day that you start all of the personal and professional projects you have been putting off.  No more time wasting!  Remember that documentary you watched on Netflix about an all natural juice diet (That fat man became so much less fat!)…you are starting that diet today!  At the very least put a juice in your Amazon queue and check on it once every couple of months.  What about the  other documentary about cutting processed foods out of your diet to cure your diseases and become a better human being?  You are starting that today as well (at this point you resemble a sad pregnant teenager, but without all of the glamour).  Stop enjoying food and start hating yourself more!  What about the documentary you watched about ethnic genocide in Africa?  You should probably not do that today, that was terrible and sad…but keep that in your mind so you avoid any genocides while making juice and eating food from Trader Joe’s (sidenote: double check to make sure Trader Joe was not involved in any African genocides)

   All of those barely started screen plays, sketches, and dragon sex fantasy novels?  Today is the day you finally make an honest effort to become a “real” writer and finish ALL OF THEM!  That will require you not being a lazy idiot, so change everything about yourself.   Your best chance at getting super rich is the pitch for the movie you came up with called “Jesus! Hockey?”  Tagline: Jesus Doesn’t Save…He Scores”  Everyone wants to see a movie about Jesus returning to Earth from space to play hockey.  Think The Mighty Ducks meets Encino Man meets that Bible movie (see if we can’t get Sandler to play Jesus…he would be PERFECT!).  The sketch you wrote about “The Negro League of Extraordinary Gentlemen” (MLK, Reggie Jackson, Eli Whitney, Fredrick Douglas, and Tyrese)?  You might need to re-think that one.  Maybe just Tyrese…if all else fails just stick with what you know and love...sexy dragons..  Today is the day your dreams come true!

   Get in front of the bathroom mirror and read the following out loud to yourself in a non-hysterical voice (for once):

- I will be healthy and happy.

- I will not eat in the bath tub while taking a bath, or if I do I will not tell anyone about it (even if it makes total sense and cuts out the middle man known as the dishwashing machine).

- I am sailing on the river of wealth (probably the river from that Billy Joel song).

- I will do laundry today because at this point everything in my closet is covered in gross stuff, eventually you’re going to wear a black t-shirt that has your seed on it to a bar and no one will think it is quirky.

- I will be calm and relaxed in every situation.

- I will avoid the happy couples with kids or dogs that walk around my neighborhood, their judgement gazes bring down my victory thoughts.

- I am surrounded by love.

- I am also surrounded by bugs.  Yuck.

- History is fiction, God can’t touch us now....we’re out of his jurisdiction..

- I will stop taking my frustrations out everyone named Travis, it isn’t their fault their name is super fun to yell in a Southern accent..

- I will be successful in whatever I do.

- I will stop telling people about my Illuminati conspiracy theories that places the blame on former Minnesota Twins outfielder Kirby Puckett…Kirby Puckett is dead so it’s kind of a dickhead thing to say.

- I will practice both the male and female parts in Meat Loaf’s “Paradise By The Dashboard Lights”.  You never know when you’ll be asked to perform either…especially in corporate job interviews.

- Everything is getting better every day (except for most things).

   After reading these out loud, make sure you don’t have any shit in your teeth, drink one quick rum and Gatorade in the tub…and go out and make today the best today ever.

Love,

Ian Douglas Terry

(find out if they’re making a sequel to Click…if they aren’t, write it)

[goloveyaself]

The Rant

So tonight I took a bath. Yeah, I know, that sounds like maybe I’m saying that I never take a bath. I’m a shower girl actually, always at night, never in the morning. I take baths when I feel the need for some self-care and self love. It was still light out, I could have been outside, or reading a book, or doing some “busy work”, but instead, I decided to take a bath. I filled the tub with hot water, scented epsom salts, and some coconut oil. As I was lying in that tub I began running my hands all over my 61 year old body, and I was feeling very grateful for this body…..Strong, resilient, muscled, lean, healthy, beautiful. And also wrinkled in places that I never imagined could wrinkle; skin in places that is a little bit droopy...that’s right...droopy; an awful word. Droopy, crepey, like balloons on the mailbox 2 weeks after the party is over. There was music playing in the background….sexy, sensual music, and I began moving my body in a “lying in the tub swaying” sort of way. And I felt so delicious, desirable, beautiful. And so so grateful to be this person, who's been through so much life in this body, and whose spirit has evolved so much, who’s perspective has changed so dramatically because of the life experiences that I’ve had. This person who has wounds that have turned to scars; healed over, no longer raw. And I felt so calm and present; so right inside of this body and soul. And then I started to lose my grip on the present moment awareness; I started to think about how much, in spite of my “bad-assery”; in spite of my evolved and amazing presence, in spite of everything I’ve lived through, in spite of how much good work I do in the world, I struggle with this aging thing, this wrinkled body, the droop, the crepe, those fucking balloons. And it’s so unfair; so unfair to be this amazing spirit inside of this resilient body, and to have a part of myself feel diminished because I am no longer “young” or “beautiful” or “desirable” or “fuckable”. I am no longer the hot young girl that men once craned their necks to look at; that almost ran off the road trying to get a second look, that bent over backwards to get my attention. It’s a bitter pill to swallow. I never understood when I was a young woman, a 20 year old woman, a 30 year old woman, even a 40 year old woman, that I would actually become “old”, or “undesirable” or “unmarketable”. What is that concept anyway? Where do we get these beliefs from? Why does our culture worship youth and beauty….two things that are completely unsustainable.

We are all going to get old; if we live long enough anyway. And, as women, we are not going to live up to the “standard” of beauty in this world because beauty, for the most part, is digitally remastered daily according to the current “look”, or “fashion” or, (bottom line)...whatever sells the most products. As women we are bombarded constantly with the message that we somehow are either just not enough, or we’re too much. We’re too fat, or too thin, too tall, too short; our hair is the wrong color, wrong length. We aren’t good enough Mothers or wives, or daughters, or employees, or housekeepers, or cooks, or lovers or or or....too emotional, too aggressive, too manly, too sexual, too promiscuous, too loud, too demanding, and on and on and on. Magazines, movies, commercials, advertisements….go into any convenience store and look at the magazine rack….does any woman on the cover look even a little bit real? Where are the smile lines? Where are those little hairs that everyone has all over their face? Where are the fucking pores? I guess real women aren’t even allowed pores now. No one is allowed to be who they are; even the models we see are digitally altered and given someone else’s arms, or breasts or whatever else is currently in vogue. And then there are all of the advertisements for beauty products. Creams, and lotions, and potions that will make you look “young again” as though that is the measure of worth (because it is). And women are all out there buying these products, and getting “cosmetic enhancements” which include surgery. Cutting away pieces of themselves that the world has deemed “undesirable”. And we’ve all seen some of the outcomes….beautiful, mature women who have had so much cosmetic surgery that they look like caricatures of themselves; look like they’ve been stung by a hundred bees, or have lips that now look like some type of facial genitals. Or faces that are frozen, bland, free from expression of any kind; free from the wear and tear of an amazing life well-lived thus far. And how about the catalogs? I get lots of catalogs in the mail that are selling athletic clothing. Now, I consider myself to be a physically fit person from a lifetime of running, and hiking, kayaking, cycling, backpacking, being a gym rat for many years; and generally spending lots of time outside. And I am the women most likely buying the clothing in most of these catalogs, however, all of the models in the catalogs are 20-something hardbodies. And that’s great, I have nothing against looking at fit young women, however, how about having real people modeling the clothes? Real women who are fit, and healthy, and who work out, and they’re not 20 anymore? Real women, who are fit and have lines on their faces, and stretch marks on their bellies from birthing babies into this world (a power beyond measure, BTW). The real women who are actually spending lots and lots of money on these clothes; why not have those women modeling the clothes? And here’s another thing….why is it when a mature woman dates or marries a younger man, she gets judged so harshly? Oh….she must be a “cougar”. What? Has there ever been a name for men who date and marry younger women besides “lucky guy”? And when men date and marry much younger women, no one barely notices. Billy Joel, who is almost 70, just had a second baby with his 35 year old wife (who is only 2 years older than his daughter). He likely won’t live to see his kid go to high school, much less college. And who cares? Nobody. Good for Billy Joel. Lucky Guy.

A very wise and dear friend said to me today, when I was going on this rant, “you can’t judge yourself from exterior things, you have to know your worth and value from the inside”. Well, fuck, I KNOW THAT! And I embrace that! And I do value myself from the inside out; and I do love myself and know how awesome I am. And I am still soooooo fucking sick and tired of women being manipulated by the media, by weak and frightened men (#DonaldTrump), by politics, by all of these outside forces that cannot be ignored unless we all go live off the grid in the woods somewhere! I am sick of it! When I was a younger woman, I was ON FIRE regarding women’s rights. I grew up in the 70’s and yes, I burned my bra! And yes, I marched for a woman’s right to choose, and yes, I stopped shaving my legs and yes, I chopped off all of my hair, and yes, I had sex with whoever I felt like having sex with. I wrote articles railing against pornography, did a radio show about pornography and its relationship to violence against women. I stood up, I spoke up, and I was mad as hell! And then I dropped out; it was too exhausting, too draining, and I couldn’t exist in the world being angry all of the time. I couldn’t live with the constant irritation, like a burr under my saddle, rubbing a small raw spot bloody day in and day out. And I don’t want that raw spot now, but it’s there; it’s festering, and I feel like I’m being called to do something about this; something bigger, something powerful, something substantial and meaningful. I won’t burn my bra again, or chop off my hair (well maybe, because it does look cool short). I don’t know what I’ll do, however, I feel like I have to do something. Maybe I’ll just go love myself more. Or maybe I’ll start another fucking revolution. Who knows, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see……...rant over, for now…….