I love everyone in doomsday is wearing battle ready armor and suits and F4 gang is like "check out my custom jacket. Bit nippy in another universe ya never know"
how does Joel react in the wifey verse when someone suggests he’s disappointed with only girls
Joel just blinks at them.
He doesnt really know what that means. It almost felt like an oxymoron, like the two concepts didn't belong in the same sentence. Before the girls, he had a beautiful, talented, smart, hilarious, amazing wife. Now he has his beautiful, talented, smart, hilarious, amazing wife and two quickly growing mini versions of her.
"Id only be disappointed if they found someone who wasnt good enough for them," joel answers plainly. And there were a few things behind that: joel would REALLY be disappointed if his girls found someone better than HIM. Because, how could they? Joel provides. Joel excels. Joel is the only man his family will ever need. There couldnt possibly be another one out there that could take his ladies away. And to think, that guy? Could take everything. Joel feels pretty confident he didnt take a single thing from you. And only gave you permission to be more. You took his name per your own desire, but all of you? Not a different gal from when he met you.
But the girls were young, naive. A boy could change all of that, all of them. He never wanted that.
"Youre not like sad your legacy wont go on?"
Joel stares again. What? The whole concept was foreign to him. Joels legacy is himself, and the only extent of that was whether his family was safe, happy, and cared for. That was all that mattered. But he knew the whole legacy plot was limited to the individual. You, ellie, Sarah, all your own legacies. Brand new and ready to excite the world.
How beautiful for the world to have more of these amazing ladies.
Joel started tearing up but wipes it quickly. What if this world didnt have you? What if HE didnt have you? What would joel even be doing with his life?
He'd probably still be living in his apartment. Waking up every morning, 4am, quietly making a bitter cup of coffee. The walls would be bare. The sheets cold. The fridge only full of plain bag chip clips. He'd have exactly 2 of everything: one main. One backup when its in the wash. He'd be listening to some country song. He'd be doing the same thing every day, and even worse, coming home to the same thing every night. An uneventful dinner for an uneventful guy.
And the whole time, the only people he talked to or listened to was the boys at work or Tommy. Bless tommy. But most times, the brothers just enjoyed each other's silence. But the silence was too frequent for joel. He didnt know for years how to address it. Didn't even know it even after a few months with you, but god, did he know everything changed. There was someone looking forward to seeing him at home. There was someone who loved his cooking, and made him spend hours digging through his abuelas old dusted recipes to get some spice in his life again.
God fuck, did you bring spice in his life.
"And then we can watch a movie -- theres this really awful one that just came out on DVD and I know you got that new player at your place soooooooooo not that youre not inviting me--"
"I want you to come over tonight," he responded without missing a beat. "Empenadas?"
You grasp his face with two hands and kiss him hard. "Sorry im getting too excited. I will hold back," you groan.
He nuzzles your shoulder and plants a kiss on your shoulder. "Please dont ever hold back."
"Okay!"
"Promise?"
You giggle. "I pinky promise."
That trait passed to the kids too. They never asked for permission to hold back any of that crazy sassy diva energy. That got exhausting. But in the way he never knew he needed.
Before. He was exhausted from nothing. Now? Hes exhausted from living , and hed choose that every day again and again.
what do you think is pervy cook Joel’s favourite dish to serve you? (with a healthy helping of the chef’s special sauce obvi) 💦
Im a firm believer that he takes one look at you, all sugar plum and tempting, and knows hes gotta make a special sweet dessert. A beautiful and generous serving of homemade cinnamon roll. He likes to roll it out in the bakery counter where you can see: his thick hands kneading the dough. Pounding it, slapping and cupping it back up towards his apron before slamming it down again on the wooden surface. Watches ya with heavy eyes as his knuckles work deep knots into its flesh, gently powedering it with more flour then water. He rolls it with precision with a layer of cinnamon wrapped up in its core. Then, he sticks his finger down the center, creating a gap in its tight ring. He says its better when you can cook the inside a little bit evenly, gives the center layers a warm outside but preserves their gooey middles.
He doesnt let other customers see the final touches:
How he fucked the hole slightly around his cock in the back, gently fisting it so it didnt lose its shaoe. Most important secret was his secret sauce. But he does need his helper: and after watching you eye fuck him from across the tables, joel leans against the wall, behind the kitchen, furiously pumping his cock. Flour sticks to his hand and gets over some of his shaft but he doesnt care. As sweat beats down his forehead, he sucks air desperately through his teeth. Its always hard and fast anf desperate. He cant even think to take his time when he gets like this. One hand beating his meat. While the other holds the plate of cinnamon dough freshly baked. Its still warm, and he knows he wants to serve it to ya all hot and bothered. With a final thrust, joel explodes over dish: his balls pulse out thick gobs of semen as his tip paints over the swirls, layering on your now creamy dessert.
He sucks his fingers clean before wiping on his apron. Ringing the bell, then personally walking out from behind the counter. You gulp as he approaches. Hes flush, hair askew, trousers clearly loose under his apron, which does little to hide what he was been up to. He towers over you all messy and satisfied with a grin. Setting down your plate, his hands still dirty.
"Made it special just f'you," he hums.
You lean forward: The sweet succulent smell of the cinnamon mixed with the hot stench of his doings fills your nostrils, and you can barely hold in a moan. "Looks delicious. Chef," you reply with your lower lip caught between your lips.
"I can always make ya some more. On the house. Could even give ya a private lesson how I make it so sweet."
You smile, so soft and dangerous. "I would love that, chef."
hello, quick question- do you still write PK!joel fics? if so, are there any in the bank you've been planning on posting/working on?
I ALWAYS have pk joel things floating in my mind.
I have been very admittedly off the writing bus for some time now--due to new job, plus increased in office expectations, and re org structure thats confusing and adding more to my daily plate of work, that has sucked 110% of my time and energy out of me.
One PK joel has been in my mind for over a year now:
Pit Stop: PK joel uses you, and lets other ppcu boys have a turn at you being a human toilet to use on the side of the road.
I also have a backlog of requests that include some great pk thots ive been saving. I just know ive been saving lots for a while now.
I am currently working on a personal request from a mutual who helped donat to a friend in need, and while its not PK, it is something I am pouring some heart and feels into!
The fact that each jacket is unique in the same way each uniform is slightly different. That its REED who designs each member's outfit. Maybe theres a little bit of "powers / aerodynamics function better with this slight change for your ability" but it also could just be like "sue looks good with different blues" and "Johnny loves turned up collars" like HES OUT HERE WITH HIS SEWING MACHINE MAKING LITTLE OUTFITS FOR HIS FAMILY TO LOOK SO SWAGGER IN
Preggo Wifey looking at Joel just minding his space.
"Why do you hate me," you ask dead serious.
Joel sighs deeply before removing his glasses. Looking you dead on.
He could answer this the way he always has, but that never sates you more than a week before the stupid ass question comes up again. So hes come up with a different approach.
"Who do you hate me?" He responds with a hear tilt.
You look dumbfounded. Flabbergasted. 'Gagged' as the kids call it these days. Of the million responses, many of which were simply denial, you least expected he'd pull an uno reverse on you.
"I--what--"
"You always ask me it. An' i tell ya I love ya. But ya dont always tell me back. So im startin' to wonder..."
"Joel, I,--of course I-"
"I mean sometimes ya say it, other times you just smile like a chipmunk. Then some ya just ignore me. Like ya didnt want the answer. So im thinkin... maybe its you who hates me..."
"No! No i would never! I really love--"
"Coulda been just projectin all this time, im out here now thinkin "damn, does my wifey poo hate me'?"
You look damn near to sobbing. "No i dont!! I love you! Please."
"I say I love ya way more often. Unprompted. Dont know if ya ever love me unconditionally."
It was quite a sight: seeing you fall to your knees , lowrr lip wobbling, eyes scrunched in plea. "Joel. I LOVE you. How can I make it up?"
He glances down just a hair lower to your chest, and the valley that was your growing, milk filled breasts bobbing with each shift of your knees.
Wifey: Joel. I think there's something wrong with this chart…
Joel: Whaddya mean, honey? I just put it up last night. Is there a spelling mistake or somethin’?
Wifey: Well…here it says, “fertilize plants” but I don't see “fertilize wife” anywhere on this schedule...
Joel: ...We gotta schedule that?
Wifey: I'm just saying... I think there's some room for improvement.
Joel: I think there's plenty of room for somethin' else if you leave my schedule alone…
Wifey: ...Care to elaborate?
I just felt like I had to share this because it immediately made me think of ✨️them✨️ . I never find myself writing Joel but when I think of Wifey and Joel, every reel / tiktok I see with a couple or something related, it pops up in my mind so flawlessly 😆 They just crack me up in such a particular way. - T 🌹
I saw this reel yesterday and immediately also thought Joely would do this (as many reels make me think daily of them ☺️)
Joel adds a checklist for your attention and you graciously wipe away the check mark every day so he has to attend to you again and again.
I just want you to know, my tumblr account I’ve had for years got banned cause I girlbossed too close to the sun for a week straight and when I made a new one, before doing anything else on this page, I searched “Joel miller preggo wife” to find your account and follow you. Because there’s no point in having a tumblr if I’m not following my beloved horny Pedro pascal page
💓❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙 I am so flattered that preggo wife joel could re light the way to the purpose in life onces again
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