#joe macmillan x reader

[htchnr]

♰ high and dry ༻ J. MACMILLAN.*ೃ˚

➻ masterlist. ➻ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ alcohol ⋆ licking/sucking spilled wine off of skin ⋆ slight drunk sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ piv ⋆ rough sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ slight overstimulation ⋆ swearing ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SUMMARY ➻ the tension had been high between the two of you since the day he waltzed into the office. weeks passed and nothing but fighting had happened, will a few spilled drops of wine finally make you two snap? WC ➻ 2,1K.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the night was lively, wine flowed constantly almost like a fountain and the company was even better. you were both a little drunk, Joe holding his just a smidge better than you. you were sat beside each other on his couch, knees touching as you sat facing each other.

the air grew more tense by the minute — between your glances to his jawline as he tipped his glass back and his wanting eyes on your lips as you'd lick a little drop of red wine from them — you felt on fire.

"so, Joseph," you grinned, looking at him through your lashes. "where do you see this, 'internet', in the future?" you leaned in a little closer, not missing his brow twitching at the sound of his full name and his eyes flicking to your scandalously low cut dress, eyeing your cleavage for a second before dragging his eyes back up.

his eyes are intense as he watches you, "well," he starts, pausing his sentence to focus on you tipping the last contents of your glass back. though you jump a little as you notice a little spilling from your lips, the deep red liquid dribbling down your throat and dripping onto your chest. Joe's eyes are intently watching the liquid roll lower, and lower, and lower — finding himself unable to tear his eyes from it.

"shit, do you have a papertowel or?" you ask, cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment. you watch Joe pull his eyes away from the liquid now pooling atop your breasts, and you're mentally thanking yourself for putting on this bra tonight, else the liquid would've probably cascaded down between them with ease.

he leans in and your breath catches as one of his large hands snakes its way around your waist, his deep brown eyes couldn't be described as anything less than absolutely intense as he looked at you. "may i?" he muttered, and your chest rises with the realisation of what he's about to do.

he watches your brows twitch up in anticipation, your head nodding. "please," comes the word he's dying to hear from you, in a desperate whisper.

and that's all it takes for him to lean down and latch his lips onto your slightly red stained chest, firm lips moving down to lap up the wine that had pooled between your breasts. you let out an involuntary moan at the feeling of his tongue dragging against your skin as it gathers the liquid.

you free hand shot up to gently hold the back of his neck as he lapped up the wine, trailing a few firm open mouthed kisses further down.

your head is dropped back in pleasure as his lips dragging around, his hand on your waist sliding down to grip your hip desperately. you let out a pleasured gasp as he experimentally nips at the soft flesh, your fingers tangling into his hair.

his lips drag upwards, trailing up the base of your neck in a flurry of pure pleasure. once he reaches your jaw your hand slides to pull him up by his jaw and smash your lips to his in a painful mash of teeth and tongue, your other hand desperately trying to pull his body closer to yours.

a low moan of surprise is pulled from his throat, only to be swallowed by your lips as he shifts at your hands demand. his large hands and slender fingers take ahold of your hips and roughly manoeuvre them so he can drape your legs over the tops of his thighs on either side of his hips from his kneeling position on the couch.

you let out a surprised yet pleasured sound at the sudden movements, your dress hiking up your thighs as he leans over you, his throbbing hard on now pressed deliciously against your core through his slacks.

oh fuck, this was going to be good.

you were practically chanting your pleas at this point, your fingers along with his slender ones were fumbling to get his belt undone, yours trembling in anticipation and desperation.

you nearly let out a moan as his hips press forward into yours as he pulls his belt loose and drops it beside the couch. your hands shoot forward to unbutton and unzip his slacks, desperate pants leaving your lips once you're pulling his slacks down his hips and shoving them below your thighs that rest over his.

Joe reaches for your underwear, long fingers searching for the fabric at the side of your hips, only to find nothing. his eyes flick down to yours, "cheeky thing, expected something tonight? hm?" he spoke in an almost mocking tone.

you only let out a breath that nearly turned into a moan, fingers yanking him down by his tie. "just fuck me already Joseph," you moan against his lips, your free hand palming him over his boxers. he groaned loudly against your lips, eyes closing as he achingly rocked his hips against your palm, which in turn rocked against your sopping core causing you to moan.

his hands shoved down his boxers and your hand immediately wrapped around his impressive length, moaning at the feeling of him. Joe in turn moaned, hips stuttering as you slowly pumped him.

he grunted against your lips, hands roughly throwing your legs over his shoulders as he pressed impossibly close. you both moaned as his hard cock slid through your soaked folds, the sound of it filling his apartment. "you want this?" he pants against your lips.

you frantically nod, "fucking fuck me Joseph, fuck me like you want to every time we fight at the office," you moan against his ear, and he loses it.

he slides through your folds one last time, fully coating his generous length before shoving it in, bottoming out immediately. a loud erotic gasp leaves your lips at the feeling, yelling out, "oh shit-!" while your eyes roll back.

he stills for a second, no more, before pulling out and slamming right back in. "shit!" you cry out, your nails digging into his exposed forearms.

he sets a relentless pace, his hips knocking against you in a deliciously bruising way. "yeah?" he punctuates with a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out louder. "do you know how fucking infuriating you are?" he grunts against your throat, his teeth dragging across the skin.

his eyes close as he focuses on the feeling of your warm wet walls constricting around him. "no one but relatives call me Joseph," he groans a hard thrust punctuating his name, "everyone in the damn office calls me Joe," another hard thrust, "everyone, except, you," a cry is violently yanked from between your lips with every hard thrust after every word.

your head lols back against the arms of the couch as he fucks you hard. "oh yeah?-!" you moan out, "do i get on your nerves that much?" your brows furrowed and eyes rolled back.

he groans loudly as you tighten around him, the thought of him having to jack off in the mens bathroom after one of your fights turned you on beyond anything. "do you- ah!- fuck your fist out of frustration, wishing it was me bent over your desk instead when i walk out?" you pant.

without warning he pulls out, strong hands flipping you over on your stomach as he moves back a little on the couch, before shoving your face down against the seat. a ridiculously lewd, almost pornographic moan leaves your lips as he slams himself back in, continuing the earth-shattering pace.

"does that get you off? huh?" he grunts, long fingers digging bruisingly into the plush flesh of your hips. your eyes roll back as the head of his cock bullies against your cervix. "don't think i haven't noticed what you're doing at the office," he pants, head hung low as he watches himself disappear inside you over, and over, and over.

your fingers dig into the soft couch, knuckles turning white. "wearing those damn short skirt and tight blouses, dropping things every time you're around-! me, just to bend over and pick that shit up." he groans, hips slamming into you. you let out a long string of moans, the familiar feeling rising below your stomach as his merciless thrust continue.

he notices you clenching sporadically around him, his hips stuttering with each clench. "but of course you know that i know it," he grunts, one of his hands sliding down the front of your hips, a loud cry spilling from you as two of his slender fingers press rough circles into your clit. your thighs shake, your hips jolting with pleasure.

"you-" he pants as neither the pace of his hips nor fingers falter, "you were just waiting for this weren't you? waiting for the- moment when i'd snap and just bend you over my desk, huh?" you could barely focus on his words as he fucked you, your hips starting to spasm as you're nearly thrown over the edge, white hot pleasure flooding your senses as you finally come with a high pitched cry.

he groans loudly as you spasm around him, his own release not far behind. his hips falter as his hand leaves your overstimulated clit, dragging it's way up your clothed chest until his long slender fingers wrapping themselves around your throat and pulling you upright. "shit-!" you cry out, a few tears dripping down your face like the wine had dripped down your chest.

his shirt-covered toned chest is pressed flat up against your back as he fucks up into you from this new position. god lord, could this man fuck. "where do you want it?" he grunts against your ear, teeth nipping at the flesh.

you drop your head against his shoulder, "inside-!" you moan, "i need your cum in me Joe!" you whine, your thighs spasming as he fucks up into you relentlessly.

he lets out a strangled moan against your ear at the sound of your words. "was that all it took- for you to say my damn name?" he panted, his hips faltering as he got closer and closer to his release. "a good fucking is all you needed?" he grunts as his pace picks up, he's so damn close. "should've done this sooner then,"

one of your hands comes up to wrap around his hand holding your throat, fingers tightening around his. your other hand reaches around you and him, finding purchase tangling in his hair. he groans, slender fingers tightening around your throat, relishing the moan that's pulled out from between your lips as he does so. "please come for me," you choke out, voice raw from the crying and constricted by his fingers.

Joe groans again, tilting your head towards his on his shoulder. "beg for it then, sweetheart,"

your eyes clench shut and your brows furrow — never in a million years did you think you'd beg for MacMillan, but with the way his cock is relentlessly bullying your walls and cervix you'd do almost anything. "please-!" you whine, "please give me your cum!"

his hips stutter at your words, "you'll get it," he groans, his pace quickening before slamming to a halt. you both moan as you feel him violently twitch inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your walls as he roughly fucks his cum up into you. with a final stutter his hips still, pressed firmly up against you as you both pant heavily.

after a minute he loosens his hold on your throat, his fingers trailing down the front of your dress. his hand comes to a stop just beneath your breasts, holding you firmly as he leans down, his hand stopping you from fully dropping forward against the seat of the couch. you sag, hips remaining in place as you fully relax forward onto the seat.

it takes the both of you a little bit to calm down. you whimper reluctantly as he pulls out, watching his cum follow as it slowly drips out if you and onto the front of his slacks. he remains there for a second more, unable to tear his eyes away from your leaking hole.

he moves your legs off of his, getting up off the couch with a slight tremble in his legs. he walks over to the bathroom, grabbing and wetting a wash cloth as he scrubs at the front of his slacks to get the worst off. he saunters back over to the couch, leaning down behind you as he cleans the remainder of his spent off you before chucking the washcloth on the coffee table.

he lets out a yawn as he settles down behind you, leaning forward to pull your tired form by your hips and position you so you're laying between his long legs while resting against his chest. you slump against him, a hand coming to rest against his clothed chest beside your face. you could feel his heartbeat below your fingertips.

you let out a long sigh, slowly drifting to sleep from pure exhaustion. Joe following not too far behind.

i hope this was good!! i had such fun writing it 🤭 just started watching Halt and Catch Fire (just finished s1 so no spoilers pls!) and i'm determined to single handedly revive this fandom cause FOUR total fics EVER of this man is a CRIME.

[divexinximagines]

Not in a Million Years

Joe MacMillan x reader

y/n: your name

y/l/n: your last name

n/n: nickname

Warnings: language?

Summary: Maybe there’s a reason a certain asshole gets under your skin. Would you ever admit it? Not in a million years.

...

“Piss off, MacMillan”, you grumpily demanded, clutching your coffee to your chest while walking to your desk.

“I thought we were past this, n/n”, he said, standing in front of your cubical.

You rolled your eyes before sitting in front of your computer and logging in. Ultimately deciding to ignore him, you began to work or your current project. However, the man was relentless. You could practically feel him he was there for so long. After a painfully long moment of silence, he continued.

“I’m your boss, you know. I can put in a complaint for disrespect”, he threatened, his tone playful.

You felt his eyes but continued working in silence. The familiar clicking of keys was the only sound in the room. Odd how quiet your coworkers were. It wasn’t long, however, before his unwavering gaze began to annoy you.

“Is there anything you need, Joe? Or can I get back to work?”

He smirked at you before walking off. You let out an annoyed huff before vigorously typing your report again. The normal chatter began behind you, and you mentally cursed him. One day he’d find someone else to bother, and you couldn’t wait for it.

———

“He’s infuriating”, you complained to your friend at lunch, responding to her persistent questions.

“He doesn’t seem to be infuriated by you”, she laughed, sipping her coffee.

You gave her a blank stare, causing her to laugh even more. Maybe you should’ve noticed that she suddenly stopped, but you didn’t and you mentally cursed yourself when a familiar annoyance said beside you.

“Something funny”, Joe asked, smiling at your friend.

You crossed your arms before sliding away from him and turning to face him. Not saying anything, your raised an eyebrow and met his gaze. Unfaltering, you sipped your coffee and waited.

Smirking at you, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and smiled.

“Now, that’s not so bad now is it?”

“What”, you asked, genuinely confused.

“Not taking the opportunity to jump down my throat. If you’d just, I don’t know, normally converse with me then maybe...”

“Let me cut you off right there. I was fine living my life with you always a few feet from me, but you invaded my space with your pushy ass. So, no, I don’t like you. I won’t like you, not if you keep at it like this. Not in a million years.”

All he did was smirk. Which was all he did anyway. His eyes never left yours and you felt your stomach flutter. You never actually studied his eyes before. Putting the thought away, you grabbed your coffee and walked off again. Praying to God he wouldn’t follow you.

[ailaw15]

time and puberty

me: *6 years old watching Marmaduke* wow it would be so cool if he [Lee Pace] was my dad

me now: wow it would be so cool if he was my dAddy—

[fleurdeplomb]

Nothing At All (Joe Macmillan x Reader)

Summary: Joe doesn’t feel very deserving of her.

Warnings: Self deprecating, kind of angsty.

Word Count: 1,374

A/N: I started writing this by the end of Season 2, so it’s kind of AU now (but I didn’t get started on Season 3, so wouldn’t know). Idk what I was aiming for or if I’m happy with how it turned out, but I hope you guys like it. This is the first thing I post here on Tumblr and English is not my mother language, so I’m kind of uncertain? There may be some grammar mistakes. Feel free to tell me, tho. 

It was not the first time she slept in his apartment. Many were the nights they spent wandering around San Francisco, visiting new places, meeting new people and ending up in his fancy penthouse. Way after midnight, all giggles and laughs and flushed cheeks, talking about everyone and everything and dancing to no music at all. They would always end up laying together somewhere. Sometimes he talked her business and projects to sleep, but most of the times he would end up being the one fighting the sleepiness just because Joe enjoyed hearing her speak about art, the sun and the trees and the stars and could do so for hours and hours on end.

She made him forget who he was and she made him remember it. She made him smile and wander about when was it that they had met again? Every time he stared at her shining eyes and her perpetually slightly disheveled hair, Joe felt like he had known her for ages and ages past. But then he couldn’t have, again. It had been at maximum seven months since he had moved to California. He would question how was it that they were so close for such a small amount of time. Then he would frown and stare down at her but the carefree look on her face would always make him smile instead.

When he had brought such questions up, she just waved them off like dust on one of her favorite old books piled up in her way too small apartment. She loved everyone and everything and she made Joe feel love too. Tough at what he couldn’t quite place.

Sometimes he would hear people talking ill of her. About how she didn’t and couldn’t and wouldn’t fit in because she loved too much, enjoyed life too much. And then some sort of wicked condescending anger would coil up in his stomach because they couldn’t get her. Sara – Sara – used to call him a force of nature and tell him how ahead of his time he was, and Joe used to believe her. But his ideas seemed old and boring next to hers, partly because she had passion over so many things at the same time, but mostly because she didn’t expect to gain anything from what she had to give to the world. And he cherished her for it.

Every time she came by his office to drag him to lunch, or made him watch some endless black and white French movie or invited him to bonfires with her equally light-hearted and intelligent friends, Joe felt his heart thump in his chest and he felt afraid. So many people in his life were once ‘the best this that had ever happened to him’ and he ended up giving them up or losing them and he wanted neither happening to her. He was afraid of acknowledging it for the solemn purpose that he knew if he said out loud how he couldn’t imagine his life without her anymore, she would just walk away.

He felt like if he didn’t hold on tight to her, the wind would snatch her away and if he held onto her with all his might, he would end up crushing her like he did with everyone else in his life. But then her bright happy eyes would smile at him and he could do nothing but force himself to shoo such thoughts away and try his very best to just keep her there. Right there.

That’s how Joe Macmillan found himself hanging dangerously and precariously between the safe land of a strong friendship and the cliff of something he didn’t really know what it was and therefore it scared the shit out of him.

He was violently tugged from his thoughts when he felt one finger poke his left cheek and it only took one sideway glance – one of those she hated so much – to confirm her pouting lips and furrowed brows. Her cute annoyed face amused him so much he decided to add to the sideway glance one of his trademark smirks, just to see her eyes glint with something between challenge and anger and her lips part to take in a deep breath. He held himself for exact six seconds before breaking in laughter.

“You didn’t listen to a thing I said, did you?” She asked while retreating from his body to take a better look at his face. He instantly missed her warmth wrapped around his left arm.

It must had been about an hour since they got to his apartment and fell to the grey carpet, by the sofa, both pairs of legs extended under the coffee table, drunk enough to be laughing at every little thing that seemed remotely funny. She then rested her head on his shoulder and seemed to have spent the past hour or so talking about everything and anything at the same time and Joe’s mind was left to wander.

“Of course I was.” He responded instantly and she raised her eyebrows. “No, sorry, I wasn’t.”

Anyone would have expected her to get even more annoyed at him – angry, even – and snap something offended right back at him, but Joe knew better than to assume such thing from her. She only shook her head, her locks dancing around her face, and returned to her previous position with her back against the couch and her arms wrapped around his.

“And may I ask, fine sir, what is it that’s keeping you from listening to what I have to say?”

He fought to keep his smile still, because he knew she would notice if it didn’t, even if she wasn’t staring right at him. He didn’t really want to tell her how there was a small possibility of him being in love with her. Even though every cell in his being begged him to always be sincere and never, ever lie to her, Joe didn’t want to admit something so strong and deep to himself or any other human being. At that moment he felt so over relationships, certain or uncertain ones.

But she shone so bright. Her every single movement looked like she was dancing to a song only she could hear. And she loved everybody in a way Joe couldn’t possibly imagine or imitate. She made loving look so simple, so uncomplicated, so natural. He knew he wasn’t able to love anyone that sincere way, not asking for anything in return. He was too Joe Macmillan for that. But the only thing he wished for when he saw her smiling to a stranger or crying her heart out over the children in Africa dying of hunger was to love her like that. At least her, because she deserved it.

But he turned out to be too selfish for that, because every time he thought about her, his heart was filled with such joy and want for her to be his and his only. He wanted all the love she had to give and do the same for her. He didn’t know if he deserved it, only that he wanted it. He knew himself all too well to realize he couldn’t ask that of heBut then she smiled, and laughed and spun around. She gave and she received, she frowned when playing Scrabble with him, looking intently at the board. When he showed up at her place and found almost every inch of her exposed skin covered in various colors of paint and she swore she knew how to paint and said he didn’t understand her technique. She was so unique in so many ways. She was a pearl, so rare and beautiful and so absolutely not his.

The smile he was holding in place turned into a sad one and as expected, she noticed it. She shifted in his arm, turning to look at him and he only stared at her the way he wanted to for the rest of his life and beyond. She frowned and he raised his eyebrows, in a weak attempt to mask his sadness.

I love you. I do. With all my heart. More than I should and more than I deserve to.

“Nothing.” He smiled. “Nothing at all.”