WAKALA!

Sarah rolls her eyes. "She was paired with her arch nemesis for a project: Abby"

Ellie gulps and says "i HATE Abby"

Joel tries to remember the things you would say in these situations to de escalate. "Hate is a strong word, honey."

Joel just chilling on the couch when you plot down next to him. He side eyes you, your eyes boring into his temple, and hes not quite sure whats going through that brain of yours. Its not until you grasp his cheeks roughly with both your palms and plant a fat wet smooch on his forehead that he gets somewhat of an idea.

If the girls get sugar rush, and the dogs get zoomies, then you get.... whatever the hell this is. The part of you that aggressively climbs him like a tree and plants your lips allllllllllll over him. Not even sexually, just pecking wet kisses everywhere: his eyelids, cheeks, chin (heavy emphasis on the patches because thats where the kisses are meant to go obviously), his ears, neck, shoulder, chest--any exposed skin, your kisses go.

He also cant quite describe the noises that escape your throat but it sounds halfway through a high pitched whine and a pony's neigh. Giddy, estatic just from him sitting there doing absolutely nothing.

It starts to get less pleasant when the teeth get involved. Your k-9 abruptly sinks into the meat of his bicep, and joel let's out a slightly yelp. But you dont let go, and hes be cursed out if he pulled. So instead you gnaw like a teething puppy. It was kinda off and feral , puppy child biting phase but it was you, his fully grown wife. He had asked tommy of maria ever got like this and was surprised by the gloomful look on tommy's face that confirmed: Maria bites HARDER the more excited she is about his body.

"I told her if she hit another student, she'd go to the corner for time out and silence."

Joel rubs his face. "And...."

"She hit him, turned on her heel, walked right to the corner, sat down in the chair, and said 'finally. Some Peas and Quite'".

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.

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I HAVE. INDEED. LOOkED

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."

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.