Anonymous: Hello and Bonjour, I am very sleep deprived, but I did use resistbot to send my reps “say no to SAVE.” I already get loads of emails from one of them bc I call him all the time <3. I’m in a blue state, so usually they’re already voting how I’d like them to, but it’s good to remind them they have constituents. Anyways, I've been thinking of Jailbird lately... If they've stayed together, how serious it's gotten, etc. Much love, 🍋
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My dear sweet 🍋 anon, tysm for sharing your action and experience, ILY friend. p.s. sorry for the fakeout when I accidentally pressed post. And I hope you get some sleep.
Waffle House closed down, and you started dancing occasionally at Joel's club. He insisted on sitting practically on stage for your sets, which made it hard to pay attention to customers. What's the sense in taking up the stage if you're only dancing for him? Well, he liked showing you off. And part of him might have liked everyone knowing you were all his. He didn't see himself as a possessive guy, though. "Pretend I'm not there," he said. . .
Joel was leaned back with with his upper back against the wall near the bar, staying in the shadows, giving you some space to do your thing. You were so goddamn sexy, he could hardly stand it. And now that you weren't looking at him? It was driving him crazy. He caught himself fidgeting with his chain and ordered a stiff drink -- hardly looked away from the stage as he did it. He downed it in one gulp and returned to the wall. His heart raced, watching you roll your hips and run your hands over your body. His cock swelled. His chest heaved under tightly crossed arms as he watched you make bedroom eyes at a customer.
You approached the man to accept a $20, And when you spent a few seconds too long giving him a close-up in appreciation, Joel had enough. He tried to get your attention. He stepped out of the shadows. He raised his hand. Even snapped his fingers. You didn't look at him. He shook his head, and his nose twitched into a snarl. He had half a mind to physically pull you off that stage, but he was a professional. He had to stay professional. He got another drink, then went over to the DJ and told him this was a one-song set.
"Jojo," Mabel warned when she saw the look in his eye waiting for you to exit the stage.
He wasn't gonna hurt you. He knew from roleplay how much force you could take, how much you wanted.
As soon as you got off stage, Joel had you firmly by the arm. "That turn you on?" He asked as he marched you down the hall to his office with dollars trailing behind you.
"Joel, it's just work..."
He slammed the office door behind him, then shoved you toward his desk. He bent you over and pinned you with one hand as he undid his belt and jeans and freed his hard cock. "You turn me on," you said and tilted your hips for him. "You know that," you reminded him.
He spanked you, then pulled your bottoms to the side and you felt the cold metal of his rings against your ass cheek. He shoved his length into you, making you yelp at the intrusion. With long, hard thrusts he pounded you, and he growled as you mewled. Your sweet, desperate sounds he could never get enough of. "Yeah, take it, baby."
"Oh, fuck---jo-joel," you moaned.
He pulled out and used one hand on each arm to pull you up as if you were under arrest. He turned you around so you were half-sitting on the desk. You had this desperate look like you couldn't go another second without him inside you. And he didn't make you wait. He sheathed himself in your snug, wet cunt again. He pummeled you in shorter strokes at a faster pace and you both breathed heavily. When you became to cum, he slowed down. He grabbed your jaw to hold you steady as he kissed you.
He broke away to growl, "Fuck, I love you," then slammed his hips and released with a groan.
You closed your eyes and felt every twitch of his cock. Then you opened your eyes in a daze. He was sweating and disheveled. He read your face and nodded. "Yeah," he answered your unasked question. "I do." He kissed you again.
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After the two of you recovered, he could've sent you home. Should've, maybe. But he took you out to the floor and brought you to a low table that had a curved sofa. Plenty of room, but he made you sit in his lap
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You live with Joel and Mabel now--officially, like you aren't even keeping your own apartment anymore. Honestly, you two lovebirds are happier than ever. 🖤
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Jailbird is so good ur world and character building is actually insane. The details of Joel’s tattoos and the implication that he’s also done time is🤭 THE DIRTY TALK IN THE VISITOR AREA IN FRONT OF GUARDS AHHHH. also the reader having hella rizz bc she was a prostitute lol. I need cellmate’s nephew Joel so bad
Thank you 😫🫶 When he picks you up from the slammer, ask him to take you to 7-eleven for a slurpee but not the drink.
Alright you got me with the cellmates nephew troupe. Idk what I expected but you got me lol I love Jojo. I can already see him and jailbird having a sex marathon as soon as she gets out 😂😏🥳 after all she does deserve some good, hard dick that she wants 🤷🏻♀️
I can also see Mabel absolutely pestering them about getting married and/or babies but they get fur babies instead
So many possibilities FML 😭 Parole denied (for now) but you get lower security like the visitation room with tables you can sit at?? Joel would have to control himself 😫. Conjugal visit?? 🥵
