This Is So Pretty! Just Started The Mandalorian Since Im Home Sick Why Did I Wait So Long To Watch It?!

This is so pretty! Just started The Mandalorian since I’m home sick 🫣 Why did I wait so long to watch it?!

Posting 2 versions cuz I like both of them Prints are available here

the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible

You have no idea how difficult it is to have a conversation with my teenagers at times 🤣

AHHHHHH!!!! This was absolutely worth the fucking wait 😍😍😍 @gracieispunk killed it ONCE AGAIN! The way tenant girl is so crazy she legit finds out where Joel’s gonna be 🤣😂😅 But we all know he can’t resist her ❤️

Sexy Bob The Builder

maintenance man!joel🛠️ x f!reader / 3.7

Happy Halloween 👹

Warnings: infidelity, teasing, facebook stalking, tool play🪛(yes), fingering, dirty talk, a smidge of oral (f!receiving), mutual pining (squint).

AU Master / can be read in no particular order

You crash a Halloween party to surprise Joel, who’s wife also happens to be with him.

—

Mrs. Anderson’s son recently got engaged and decided to throw a Halloween party, in the mansion he recently moved into with his husband.

It’s a modern, newly built home on the nice side of town, where the neighbors water their lawns throughout a massive drought and hire hedge trimmers.

They had asked Joel to do some maintenance work around the property during the build, therefore, he and his wife were invited.

You found out they were going when he came over yesterday, to look at your heating. Brushing it off like it was something so uninteresting, when years ago you would have killed to be invited to one of those ‘rich people’ parties.

‘Are you dressing up?’, you had bugged him over text and had gotten no response. Joel’s silence only prompting you to look up the lovely old woman living above you on Facebook. Eventually leading you to the very open profile of her soon to be rich son-in-law.

Scrolling through his profile pictures, you come across a picture of the two of them in front of a large home, holding a ‘SOLD’ sign, and after zooming around the photo you’re able to find exactly where it’s located.

–

The night before Halloween, while shopping for costumes with your friend, she asks what the plans are. Having trusted you to come up with something fun, you don’t hesitate to mention it.

“There’s this Engagement Party happening in Glendale..”, you’re too hesitant, despite your excitement. Watching as she holds up a slutty nurse costume in the quiet store mirror.

“Oh?”, she sounds half persuaded already, so it shouldn’t take much more convincing.

“Was thinking we could crash… would be like old times,” you refer, to the times when the two of you used to jump fences in Glendale, and swim in rich people’s pools late at night. Having to sneak out just before sunrise to avoid getting caught.

“Oh I don’t know, will there be old men there?” You laugh, knowing she already agrees right away. Turning to you, she holds up the costume, “What do you think?”

You stare at the outfit hanging over her body and smile genuinely, “I love it.”

She squeals and turns back to the mirror, folding her hair around her face as she tries to visualize how she’ll do it for the night of.

“What are you wearing?”, she asks, without looking at you.

You fidget with the costumes in front of you, “Sexy Bob The Builder,” and she looks over at you puzzled, “I’ll show you later.”

Her lips curl into a mischievous grin, “Wait,” she walks closer and cocks an eyebrow, “Is a certain maintenance guy going to be there?”

You both break into giggles and you throw your arm around her neck, nuzzling your face into her hair while walking over to the cash register.

–

The next night is Halloween and you’re turned sideways in your bedroom mirror, fixing the strap waistband of your bikini bottoms, before turning back and adjusting the tools within the matching set.

Your friend lays on her stomach on your bed, flipping through an old Cosmopolitan Magazine from the collection under your bed.

“That’s - a lot,” her eyes widen while they fall down your body in a brown Carhartt bikini, with actual tools tucked into the front of the bottoms and each bra cup.

“Good,” you reply, flatly. Tilting your head from side to side, too zoned out on the way you look to show any emotion.

“Does she know who you are?”, she asks, flipping another magazine page and looking at your reflection through her brows. Referring to Joel’s wife.

You draw out a no, in response. Still distracted by yourself and sticking each hand into your bikini top to lift your breasts. Turning towards her, you hold up black heels and your Doc Martens lace up boots, “Which ones?”

She looks at both choices quickly before rolling onto her back with the magazine,

“Definitely the boots.” You don’t question her decision, only sit at the edge of the bed next to her, and tie them up.

Rolling back onto her stomach, she tosses the magazine onto your bedroom floor in front of your mirror, and watches your reflection. Already dressed in her nurse costume and waiting for you to finish getting ready.

“I think you’re playing with fire tonight,” her voice is quiet, testing, and she leans her head on your thigh as you finish tying your second boot. You sit up straighter and brush her hair away from her cheek, looking at her in the mirror and smiling. Yours eyes wide and lifeless, trying to be scary in a joking manner.

“Oh babe, you should know by now,” you pull yourself off your bed and she sits up, laughing through her nose, and watching you give yourself one final look over in the mirror, “That’s what I do best.”

–

There are lots of people of all ages at this party, coming and going as they please. The large front lawn littered with extravagant, expensive halloween decor, multicolored lights, and sound machines.

You and your friend eventually walk through a cloud of fake smoke once you reach the front door.

“Welcome,” says a very smooth spoken woman, hovering with a tray, whose face looks professionally painted like a skull. She passes you both a green drink in a plastic martini glass, with what looks like an eyeball candy on a stick, floating inside it.

You smile awkwardly in thanks, and continue to walk through the foyer, turning to your friend who crashes her cup lightly into yours.

“Cheers?”, she laughs at how ridiculous all of this is. The two of you tossing back the sour green liquid and setting the cups down on a random side table, before wandering through the rest of the house.

Immediately you can’t help but look for Joel. Scanning clusters of people, in hopes you’ll recognize him if he’s dressed up, but seem to have no luck.

You smile slightly when you see your friend twirling her hair, obviously flirting with a man twice her age dressed as Zorro. She catches you staring and gives you her signature nod that she’s good, before you head back to the main living space, clearly still looking for Joel.

As you eye the abstract artwork covering the high vaulted walls and the large glass chandeliers in almost every room, your legs carry you up the winding staircase towards the top floor. Groups of people holding their mystery green drinks and looking you up and down as if it’s clear you don’t belong - especially in such a revealing costume.

Unphased, you continue to walk up the stairs, hearing multiple conversations while you do. People talking about a supposed honeymoon in Bora Bora, two others admiring a piece of artwork that makes absolutely no sense, and two women at the top of the stairs conversing in awkward small talk.

One of which, you recognize.

You follow the mousy octave and your eyes land on his dark green flannel. Only this time, it’s not him wearing it, it’s her.

She’s dressed like him.

His tool belt that’s been on your floor multiple times, hangs from her waist and you swallow dryly. Her conversation with the other woman, drifting off as soon as they both lay eyes on you. Her honey, amber-coloured iris’ digging into your frame, before she gives you a fake smile, and shifts over. Moving out of your way to let you continue your search for her husband.

“Thanks,” you mumble and her simple response cuts through the loud thump of music around you. Becoming the loudest voice in the room, by far.

“No problem.”

Your heart beats loud in your ears. The mix of excitement and arousal swirling low in your stomach, translates into shaky hands and a star filled vision.

You can still smell her despite how far away you are now. You can feel her warmth, see her fucking stare when you close your eyes.

Her voice gets louder and louder as it rattles around in your brain. Making you dizzy, you head for the bathroom. Needing a minute to get your shit together, or else you’ll have to ruin your friends night by leaving early.

You knew Joel’s wife was going to be here but for some reason you didn’t think you’d ever get that close to her, let alone hear what she sounds like.

You begin to feel sick the more you think about it.

How soft she sounds. If she sounds like that with Joel, for Joel, in bed with Joel.

You wonder if she wears his clothes often and how he feels when he sees her in them. If he gets annoyed with her like he gets annoyed with you, if that flannel smells like him, if he’ll rip it off of her when they get back home later. You want to reach into your head and remove your brain to avoid thinking about this any longer.

–

Eventually you locate a quiet office at the back of the top floor, down the hall on the right side. Shutting the door behind you, you press your back against it and take a few deep breaths with your eyes squeezed shut. Trying to relax the subconscious panic that Joel’s beautiful wife ensues. Not sure why you feel like this when you both had almost gotten caught by her before.

When your breathing steadies, you blink your eyes open and survey the small space. Dimly lit by only a desk light, you walk over to the large windows that take up an entire two walls. Sitting on the ledge and pulling your bare legs into your chest, you feel strangely out of place and self conscious all of a sudden.

Trying to take your mind off of it, you watch hundreds of people wander around the backyard below you. Some swim while others hover around a long table filled with food. Little groups scattered about, probably talking about the new car they just bought or the lavish trip they’re taking next month.

Watching them oddly chokes you up with resentment and a hint of jealousy, that they most likely don’t know what real struggle is. You can’t bear to watch any longer. Looking away, your eyes drift to the door just as it opens. Voices from the party pour in with Joel before they muffle back out when he closes the door. Locking you both in the small room.

Turning to face you, his nostrils flare and he squints in anger.

“What the fuck - are you doing here?”, he tilts his head and places his hand on his hip, resembling a father scolding his child, “you followin’ me now?”

Feeling more emotional than usual, you sarcastically laugh as you clear your throat. Running your thumb under your nose with a sniffle, before turning to face him as you sit on the window ledge. Dropping your legs, you reveal your full costume to Joel and his expression softens with a deep inhale as he looks you up and down.

“So you didn’t dress up,” you smile deviously, and he drops his head to stare at the ground, letting out a big sigh. Pinching the bridge of his nose he lifts his head to look at you again, before dropping his hand and responding, “You really shouldn’t be here.”

You scoff, playfully looking off to the side, and sit up straighter. Pushing your chest out towards him, with your breasts pooling over the edge of your tool filled bikini top,

“Don’t you like my costume?” Changing the subject, you look back at him and raise your eyebrow. With your lips twitching, you continue to taunt him, “wearing it just for you.”

He winces, squeezing his eyes closed like it will deafen your voice, but slowly walking closer to you anyways. Like he hates how magnetic you are.

His eyes open to watch the rise and fall of your chest while hovering over you. Making eye contact before he shuts off the desk light, to keep people from the outside - looking in. Only allowing you to see the silhouette of his face from the lit up backyard.

“You got some real nerve, you know,” he mumbles, his eyes falling lower along your body, watching the way you become completely still waiting for his next move. Pretending to be so fragile when he knows he could split you open right here, with his wife only a few feet away, outside that door.

He shouldn’t but he can’t help himself.

He finally gives in and gently grabs at the tools in your top, dramatically pouting as he inspects them.

“Not bad?”, he breathes as he pulls out the screwdriver, investigating the handle, “Nice, thick handle.”

His deep voice, all quiet like that, sends a shiver through your entire body. Arousal pooling in your bikini bottoms and you shift your legs together, catching Joel’s attention immediately.

“Mmm,” he moans low as he watches your body squirm under him, still twirling the screwdriver in his large fingers. “My wife’s outside,” his eyes fall to your legs while you shift on the window ledge, blinking up at him with wide eyes.

“So?”, you cut him off.

“So,” he leans further into you, his other hand coming to rest against the ledge next to your ass, “We should behave,” your face is not far from his when he holds up the screwdriver between you, creating more distance.

You exhale in frustration, onto his lips before grabbing it from him, clearly annoyed, and he eyes your thighs again. Still not moving away like his words suggest.

You sit up straighter and he watches your body adjust. Your eyes half lidded and lustful as you lean back against the window. The cold glass creating goosebumps all over your soft skin and Joel reacts. Running a finger from the top of your shoulder, over your bicep, only making them worse.

“S’okay,” you breathe, bringing your legs up onto the ledge and spreading them. Planting the heel of your docs firmly into the surface, “You can just watch.”

Those words burn through Joel’s brain, creating the same fiery need he felt when he first touched you in your apartment shower. When you saw his ring and didn’t bother to respect his boundaries of being a married man. More so, he’s angry at himself for not respecting them.

For wanting you, then and now.

He leans back a bit to get a better look at how you pull your bikini bottoms to the side. Exposing your center to him, soaked and glistening from roughly 5 minutes of interaction in total.

He almost whimpers when you run your middle and index finger through your folds and he hears it. The sweet sound of your arousal and whines filling his ears and traveling down into his cock. Your eyes fixated on him and watching his breathing change, his eyes getting darker.

“Oh - shit,” your words get stuck in the back of your throat and your mouth drops open, the more you touch yourself.

“How’s it feel?”, he murmurs, his eyes pinned to your core and hypnotized by the movement of your fingers.

Wouldn’t you like to know, you want to say, but you don’t.

You answer back, playing along in a cheap effort to get him to keep talking. Bringing you closer as your other hand grips the screwdriver for dear life.

“Oh - fuck, so good,” your words broken up and breathless. Pulling your brows together and biting your bottom lip as you watch his body tense up.

“Mmm - bet it does,” he wets his lips and rolls his shoulders while he watches you dipping your fingers into your entrance, gathering your arousal, and rubbing slow circles into your clit. Sitting up a little to watch yourself so desperately beg for him by the way you lazily touch yourself, teasing him.

“Need you, Joel,” you whimper, watching his face when you rub up and down your slit before using two fingers to spread yourself for him.

“Shit,” he whispers, adjusting his stance and sucking in a deep breath, “she does, doesn’t she” he reaches for your wrist and helps you rub yourself. His eyes lifting to your face when he slowly pushes your middle finger inside, both of your mouths parting, inches away from each other.

You whimper again and Joel groans, “oh fuckk,” his eyes flutter shut as he pushes and pulls your own finger in and out of your heat, dying to know what it feels like but refusing to let himself touch you.

“Just know it’s so wet, so fuckin’ tight..isn’t it?”

You frantically nod, pleading silently for him to keep going, but instead his hand moves to your other that holds the screwdriver. Making you hold it by the long, thin shank and helping you drag the thick handle along your slit.

“Slow baby, slow,” he coos, letting go of your wrist and watching you continue to drag the tool along yourself, his hand moving to his crotch simultaneously. Palming himself through his jeans. “Let me see,” he whispers, inhaling through his nose while biting the inside of his lip.

You know it’s taking everything in him to keep his resolve from crumbling and his mouth or his own hands from taking over.

You oblige and continue to run the screwdriver handle along your slit, dipping it into your entrance while Joel groans.

“Inside, now,” he orders softly, and you comply. Slowly pushing the tip of the handle inside and moaning when you feel the stretch of the oddly shaped object. The end of the handle being larger than the part closer to the metal.

“That’s it,” he hums, interrupted by a slight moan at his own hand against his stiff cock in his jeans, “In and out baby, just like I do it.”

You release a pathetic whine and Joel sighs when he sees your wrist shaking. Wanting to speed up the process as you’re already close just from him talking you through it.

Your head pushes back into the window and you begin to speed up your movements, pushing and pulling the screwdriver, faster.

“I said slow,” Joel growls low, close to your face.

And when you’re crying out to him, he’s thankful the music outside the office door drowns you out. “I can’t” you pant, creating a pace with the tool, “wanna come.”

“For fuck sake,” he mutters. Aggressively pulling the tool away from you and placing it down on the desk. “Can never be patient, can you?”

You can’t help but smile and nod no, while biting your lip and adjusting yourself to sit up higher with your legs still spread. Watching Joel roll up the sleeves of his denim long sleeve, the fabric digging into the curves of his arm as he finally gives in to touching you himself.

“Didn’t want to fuckin’ touch you with her outside the door,” your stomach drops at the way he so loosely mentions her, with his fingers replacing yours against your cunt. Those words alone, inching you closer.

“But - oh fuck -”, he moans as his two fingers push deep into your tight hole, “you can’t do as you’re told.”

He works his fingers inside you. His bicep flexes as he curls his fingers to stroke your g-spot and thrust his thick digits in and out. Getting faster as he goes. “Always need my fuckin help,” he continues to mock you, pulling you closer to your release.

“Oh god, yes, Jo-”.

“Shut up,” he cuts you off and covers your mouth with his other hand. Getting down on his knee to get a better angle at you and alleviate the ache in his back, from being hunched over. The different stance allowing him to go faster, creating the wettest, filthiest sounds as he fucks you with his fingers.

“Don’t get to say my name here, not like this,” he grunts, gritting his teeth only to soften his expression when you squeeze against his fingers. Slowing his pace, he watches as he pulls them out covered in your arousal, and brings them to his mouth. Sucking you clean off of him, before pushing them back in, “So close, aren’t you baby?”

“Mhmm,” you nod and he drops his hand from your mouth. Yours moving to grip his forearm against your stomach, keeping him close while the other holds his shoulder. Your lips flattening shut to keep yourself from screaming.

“S’right,” he feels another squeeze of your cunt, “Think you can come for me - quietly?” You nod again, fast in response, and his hand moves itself up your torso to your neck this time. Gripping the entire top of your throat, just below your jaw. His eyes going completely black as they flit from your face, to your core, then back again.

His fingers curl up inside you and reach deeper into that soft spot. The pad of his middle finger tapping rapidly until your whole body tenses and your orgasm washes over you. The thump of the music fading out of your ears and your eyes squeezing shut while your hips rock fast against his hand. The only sound you can hear his joel’s voice while he continues to fuck you through it.

That’s it, baby. Just like that. So fuckin’ pretty when you soak me.

You begin to shake, your core tightening so hard to try and force him out. Trembling from overstimulation but unable to rid the feeling of needing more from him at the same time.

Your orgasm wanes and your body collapses into the window with exhaustion, before you flinch at the feeling of Joel’s tongue sweeping across your folds, followed by a low mmm.

“Taste so fuckin’ good baby, s’too bad,” he gets up and adjusts his dark wash jeans. Watching as you fumble to sit up straight and move your bikini bottoms back into place. Your chest heaving as you both watch each other.

“Didn’t answer my question,” you pant, “You like my costume?”

He rolls his eyes, “what’re you supposed to be?”

You smile with a raised eyebrow, “Sexy ‘Bob The Builder’.”

Joel lets a crooked smile take over his face before looking down at his feet. His eyes are lit only by the ongoing party outside when you see him looking at you through his brows, one last time.

“I love it,” he mumbles. The silence takes up way too much space between you, before he stands up straighter and looks away. Dragging a large hand over his mouth before turning towards the door, “You should get outta here though, before someone realizes you’re missing an invite.”

—

Sorry I kept ya’ll waiting for so long.

Hopefully hbf! And javi p will be out this week (Halloween fics)

I appreciate all your love and support as I’ve been super busy with life ://

AU Master / no taglist: @graciessideoftheweb for just fics

ALL👏THE👏TIME!!!

Do you sometimes read a fic writer’s work, and just… thank all the gods this person managed to get obsessed with the same fictional people you did?

This fucking dog I swear! She has made my life so much more difficult, our 2 older dogs hate her. She chews on EVERYTHING! She decided at 2am to chew into my head board. Now there is a gigantic hole and I KNOW for a fact she’s gonna try getting that foam out next 😩