#a heatwave fic!

[aurorawritestoescape]

MEOW! || Joel Miller x f!reader || 1,8 k

Summary: Joel and you tease each other until the need gets too strong.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, established relationship, pwp, tipsy sex, taking naughty videos and pics, m/f! oral, unprotected piv, creampie, nipple play, cumeating, dirty talk, a few daddy’s thrown in for fun. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Joel can pick reader up.

A/n: this is filthy but who’s surprised? Hope you’ll enjoy! Love you all💖 I’m meowing loudly at @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and being the best😘 Dividers by @\saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST || same couple - HEATWAVE collection

“Yeah, like that. Ass higher, baby…Yeahhh, good girl.”

You smile at the praise while your cheek is resting on your hands planted on the floor, your butt is hiked up in the air.

Tonight Joel and you had a few drinks at a bar, came home and slowly danced in the living room, enticing each other more and more. That's how you ended up completely naked, playfully wiggling your ass with Joel taking a video of your naughty teasing.

"Now crawl to me." His directing voice is soft but domineering and you happily play along.

"Yes, daddy."

The pet name surprises you both and Joel's brows shoot up as you giggle in anticipation. You start dragging your knees and hands forward as sexy as you can, channeling your inner feline.

"Meow," you joke and Joel reacts with a lopsided smile, his dark eyes bouncing between you on his screen and you on the floor. His voice alone makes you throb when he asks,

"Is my kitty hungry?"

"For your cock, daddy? Always," you purr, reaching his feet, and sit on your heels.

"Meow!" you repeat louder.

”Shhh, don’t be rude, baby. Let me hear you purr first.”

You bite your lower lip and then lean onto his crotch. Your cheek feels his hard bulge and you nuzzle it, as a low sound crawls up your throat that seems to please Joel.

“That’s it. Purr for me, baby.”

He pets your head and your fingers claw at his jeans clad thighs as you’re rubbing your face over the harsh fabric. Joel directs the camera right at you.

“Good kitty. Want a sausage?”

You can’t help but laugh, hiding your face and pressing it against his inner thigh. You’re trying to keep it sexy for the video but Joel starts chuckling too and you look up at him to share this moment with your goofball of a man.

“Kitty does want a sausage,“ you smirk through little giggles and as a proof of your words your hands dart to his belt and you tug impatiently at the buckle. Joel helps you and soon his cock is free and ready to play with.

“Show daddy what this kitty’s good for.“

Kneeling between his thighs, you lean down and kiss the tip, glancing up at the camera. Then you give it a wink and take Joel’s impressive length into your salivating mouth. When the fat head hits your throat, you take a breath through your nose and relax your muscles, eager to take him deeper.

“Hungry girl, huh?”

Joel’s voice is sultry as he places one hand on the back of your head, the other still holding the phone.

Soon you nuzzle a soft pillow of his trimmed pubic hair and he holds your head in place, his palm on the back of your head.

“Keep me in—hnggg— yeah, jus’ like that.”

Your nails scratch his jeans, tears well up in your eyes and stream down your heated cheeks, but the control he has over you is turning you on so much that your pussy beats with the rhythm of your heart and you’re dripping your arousal right on the floor.

Your throat contracts around his meaty cock and Joel grunts, pulling you off by your hair, his grip strong and gentle at the same time.

You swallow big gulps of air, wiping your chin with the back of your hand, and then smile at your man and the camera with glazed up eyes. Having gotten the taste of him, your mind and body are overtaken with lust, and you are desperate to have more.

“Joel, fuck me,” you croak, your tone demanding, your playfulness driven away by the maddening need, as you’re watching him hold his enlarged cock in his hand.

“On your back, kitty.”

You smile triumphantly and after your back hits the floor, you spread your legs, welcoming him with your pussy slicked up and ready.

Joel stops the video and leaves the phone on the chair before swiftly kneeling between your thighs and pulling his jeans lower.

“Look at ‘er. Kitty’s already nice and wet for me.”

You both know that you’ve been dripping for him all night since he was mercilessly teasing you now and then under the table at the bar.

“Joeeellll pleaseeee,” you whine as your hungry eyes are trained on his leaking member.

His hairy thighs tickle your legs and the carpet rubs your back when he lifts your hips and pulls you into him but you don’t care. Your number one priority is your pulsating cunt, achy and weeping with desire.

“Fuck, love it when ya desperate,” Joel mumbles and swiftly inserts his stiff cock through your clenching hole and then pushes it deeper. You both moan when his balls smash against your ass. You take him well, opened up by the need, your walls drenched after tasting him.

“How are you so fucking tight, baby? ‘s like I’m fucking a virgin every— t —time,” Joel chokes on his words, and tilts his head up, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure but just for a moment. They snap open soon and he looks between your bodies, taking in the way your tight cunt grips onto his shaft every time he pulls it out.

“It’s magic, Joel,” you joke with a hazy smile, fully concentrated on the sensation you’ve been craving all night.

“Magic kitty, huh?” Joel chuckles through heavy breaths as you nod. His forehead is glistening with sweat and without breaking the rhythm of his cock plunging into your pussy, he maneuvers his body and takes off his plaid shirt.

You bite your lip, ogling his strong torso, and lift on your elbows to kiss his dewy chest. The taste of his salty skin makes you moan and, craving more, you draw a path of open mouth kisses until to his nipple. You give it a lick and Joel makes the cutest sound you’ve ever heard— a soft mixture of a gasp and a moan. Encouraged by his reaction you swirl the hot tip of your tongue around the hard peak and Joel gently cups the back of your head, helping you to keep yourself up and signaling for you to go on.

You doubt that you can stop at this point. His erect nipples get sucked, licked and kissed while your pussy is squelching around his moving cock. He’s trembling with pleasure, probably struggling not to collapse on top of you, grunting and moaning together with you.

Sensing that he’s on edge, you lie back down and smile at the result of your caress- Joel’s nipples are puffy, bigger than usual, shining with your saliva. His expression makes your chest swell with pride as well. He looks absolutely wrecked— jaw slack, eyes blown out, hairline shiny with sweat.

Joel leans down and kisses you feverishly.

“Fuck— gonna— baby, I can’t—,” he’s mumbling against your lips, breaking the kiss, as his hand darts to his cock ready to pull it out.

“Nonono— come Joel, come now.”

“But—,” he looks at you with his puppy eyes under the brows pulled together, “—you haven’t come yet.”

“ ‘s ok,” you reassure him.

Your desire to make him explode right here, right now is so strong that you reach between your bodies, wrap your hand around his girthy base, covered by your creamy slick, and start jerking him off while half of his shaft and the tip are still snuggled inside your warm cunt.

“Babyyyfuckkk,”Joel moans while your hand is pumping his drenched dick, with him barely holding his trembling body over you.

“C’mon, kitty wants your milk,” you purr and Joel chokes on a whimper as his hips make a few jerks and his cock begins filling you up with hot cum, rope after rope of his thick pearly load.

You don’t stop milking him, your hand working tirelessly, your pussy clamping around his pulsating cock until he falls on you.

With your arms and legs around Joel, you let him rest on top of you, reveling in the feeling of comfort under his weight, but soon it gets too heavy for you and you squirm.

”Joel— can’t breathe.”

“Oh, baby, sorry,” he apologizes but instead of lying next to you he climbs down your body.

“What are you..?” You don’t have time to finish and gasp instead when his mouth engulfs your soaked folds and he pushes his tongue between them to lap at your puffy clit.

You flutter your eyes shut but Joel lightly slaps the side of your ass and commands,

“Eyes opened. Watch me make you come.”

His tone is demanding, not asking, and you moan at how hot it is. So you lift yourself on your elbows, slightly shaking from exhaustion, and watch his tongue slide over your enlarged bud, your leaking hole. His lips kiss every inch of your cunt and he drinks everything you give him— your slick, his cum - with pleasure and gratitude, humming at the mix of tastes.

“Joel-I’m coming—aahhh,” you whine and collapse on the floor, shaking and trembling, as a hard orgasm is ravaging your body. Joel keeps you close against his mouth, lapping and rubbing your pussy, prolonging your release, until your clit jerks against his tongue and he knows it’ll hurt if he continues.

With a satisfied smile on his wet lips, his mustache and beard glistening, Joel lies down next to you on the floor and pulls you into his big body. You’re catching your breath in his arms for a few minutes and when you’re about to drift away, he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.

“You better delete all those photos and videos,” you mumble, lying on his shoulder in bed.

He chuckles, “Nah, wanna send them to the boys. Brag about my filthy girl.”

You playfully swat his arm wrapped around you with your hand.

“Stop!”

“I bet Tommy would love ‘em. The fucker always stares at you with heart eyes.”

”He does not,” you protest weakly as you both know that he does.

“Too bad for him, I'm the one enjoying your sweet lips.” Now you’re the one looking at Joel with hearts in your eyes as he continues,

“No, really. Gonna save those and look at them when you’re away. When I miss you.”

“I’m leaving only for a week, Joel,” you smile, feeling warmth in your chest at how sweet he is.

“Still. Can’t wait to watch the one where you suck my dick. Gonna jack off and come so hard I jus’ know it.”

“Aww! so romantic, Joel!” You comment sarcastically and hit him with a pillow.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

MASTERLIST || same couple - HEATWAVE collection

General tag list: @milla-frenchy @harriedandharassed @iamasaddie @nervousmumbling @bbyanarchist @stevie75 @puduvallee @auteurdelabre @mountainsandmayhem @senoratess @flamingochick55 @theoraekenslover @schnarfer @mermaidgirl30 @staywildflowahchild @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @evolnoomym @keylimebeag @joelmillerisapunk @pascaltesfaye @fruityreads @itwasntimethatdidit40

[beels-burger-babe]

Heatwave Drabble

MC: God, how is it so fucking hot down here? Solomon: It's the Devildom. What did you expect? MC: I dunno! Maybe an ice tundra or some normal boring weather not a melt your skin off heatwave! Solomon: There's not much I can do to help you there, MC. What would you want- *Spots Simeon and Luke grooming their wings in the other room. Glances at each other* *10 minutes later* Simeon: You know, this isn't at all the appropriate use for our wings. MC: *Sighs, happily getting fanned by massive angel wings and being given an ice coffee from Luke* Does that mean you're going to stop? *Pouts* It's fine if you do. It's just- I've felt like I was dying all day and your wings is the only way I've been able to cool down. Luke: *Immediately falls for it* Don't worry MC! We're not going any where! Faster Simeon! Simeon: *Sighs and picks up speed* Solomon: *Cackles and cheers his glass against MC's* You, my friend are a diabolical genius. MC: I try.

[st-hedge]

Ganon and Link like each other? That’s so embarrassing

[whatwooshkai]

rough night

bonus:

[up-to-some-good]

Heatwave

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt - popsicle. ~460 words

June 1976

The weather was unbearable. It was the hottest summer recorded in years and they were all feeling it.

James, who usually spent all summer playing quidditch, had taken to lying in the living room near a window, where a cool breeze drifted through the curtains. He used his time writing letters to Lily and playing chess with Remus, who was staying with them while his parents were away.

Peter's family had disappeared as soon as the heatwave hit, heading to the coast where they could bask in the sun and cool down in the ocean.

It was Sirius's first summer away from Grimmauld place. Previous years had been spent inside in the darkness of his house, staring out his window wistfully. He was determined not to waste away inside this year. So, despite Effie's concerns about heat stroke and Fleamont's offers of cooling charms, he was outside, sat under a tree, sketching carefully. He had pinned his hair up with a pencil in an attempt to keep cool, but he could still feel the sweat drying on his neck. He was almost finished the sketch, he reasoned. He just needed to get Remus's face right and then he could go inside and cool down. Just a little longer.

"Pads!"

Sirius looked up to ses Remus standing right next to him, holding a hand out.

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked, letting Remus help him to his feet.

"Only a minute," Remus responded. "I've been calling you since I walked out the back door, though. What are you up to?"

Sirius snapped his sketchbook close, unwilling to confess who he was drawing or why.

"Just drawing, ya know," he said. "Nothing special."

"Well, Monty sent me to call you inside. He's got popsicles and lemonade."

"I just need ten more minutes." Sirius stepped away to sit back down. "Just gotta get it right and I'll be over."

Remus grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the tree, practically dragging him to the house.

"Oh, no, Pads. I know you. You'll sit out here until it gets dark if I let you go. You can sketch inside."

"But-"

"C'mon, Sirius," Remus interrupted. "I feel like I've barely seen you since I've been here. Come inside. Please?"

Sirius stared up at his friend, giving him his best puppy-dog eyes while gently tugging him towards the house. Remus's faced was lightly flushed from the heat, his freckles out in full force from being in the sun back home. He was beautiful.

"Fine," Sirius conceded. "But that's a dirty trick, Lupin. You know I can't resist that face."

Remus grinned triumphantly and turned back towards the house, not letting go of Sirius's hand.

"Believe me. I know, Pads."

[signanothername]

I swear to god if I ever see the real HW talking to Cody that way imma break down crying

Seeing a clone of HW talk to Cody that way is bad enough 😔

HE’D NEVER TALK TO HIS SPARKLING IN THAT COLD TONE AAAAH

[thewolvesof1998]

even when the heat breaks I’m still yours 

For @spagheddiediaz who listened to and contributed to many fics <3<3<3

6.1K | Explicit

Eddie has many regrets in his life, lying on the floor of the cabin in the middle of a heat wave with his six foot two best friend pressing into his side while they were both trying to stay cool under the pitiful breeze of the ancient ceiling fan had the possibility to be high on that list. He turns his head to be confronted with a tattooed and freckle-covered shoulder, he can’t remember when they decided to strip down to their boxers -he might have suggested it after Buck’s third shirt had been soaked with sweat and had been clinging to his muscles in a dangerously distracting way- but at the time it had seemed like a good idea, he wasn’t sure about that now considering this was the third time in the last hour that he’s found himself turning to stare at the miles of bare skin. 

“Eddie?” 

“Hmm?” He drags his eyes up over collarbones, an Adam’s apple, a chin that had more stubble than usual, lips that Buck had been nervously chewing on and off for the past two days and up until he finally meets eyes as bright as they are blue. So blue in fact that they somehow made his throat even drier than it already is, god, the heat is getting to him, turning him delusional. 

“Eddie.”

“Buck.”

“I’m lying in a pool of my own sweat.”

He grimaces, “Gross.” 

“Eddddiiiieeee,” Buck drags his name out in a whine that sounds an awful lot like Chris or maybe Chris sounds an awful lot like Buck, either way, Eddie finds it endearing as much as it is childish. He’s truly lost his mind. 

“We have to save water.” He knows what Buck wants, another shower, but they’ve got a limited supply of water and they don’t know how long it will take for the heat to break. 

Buck rolls over to face him, “But I’m so hot."

read the rest on ao3

[autistic-fool-with-ideas]

When you leave the two recruits alone for three months and the next time you see them you find out they adopted a child on impulse

[floofyfungi]

Summary:

When Alexis' mischief starts to cause problems, Starscream searches for a way to keep a bored human child entertained. His solution is to send her to school on the isolated island of Griffin Rock. Alexis is thrilled. But now she must pretend to be a normal person who doesn't live with a bunch of monstrous dragons. It is a delicate dance of deception, one she cannot afford to fail.

Meanwhile, another of Soundwave's spies arrive, questioning the disappearance of Slipstream and her trine. Alexis struggles to keep Starscream's secrets safe. And things only become more complicated when four strange dragons called the Rescue Bots arrive on Griffin Rock.

It's a good thing Alexis works well under pressure.

[pod-the-panda]

Heyyyy I replied to ur post with the idea about having blades be berserk too cuz he’s a carnivore? Just wanted to expand on it, I’m gonna sound crazy but I think after the whole incident for awhile his skittish nature would give way to aggression? Like outside of Dino mode instead of startling he just immediately jumps to aggression/survival and he hates it. Also I think it might make Optimus and blades closer through shared suffering maybe??? Also Im trying to brainstorm the team reacting to this… I need to hear your thoughts!!! Or not no pressure!

Here's More Dino Bot AU ideas inspired by this:

Blades' dino mode has talons on it, so when people jumpscares him, he jumps up, swipes at the mech like he's trying to claw them, and then flies away.

Blades uses his beak to help clean off the other Bots.

Their red eyes mode wasn't solved, they just now have a way to reverse it when it comes on. But, the Burns family still trains the bots every now and again with the bots in this mode. That way. If they ever turn accidently, they won't go berserk.

One time, an animal runs past Blades, and instinct takes over, and he bites it, killing it. He cried for a week.

Since Blades is normally jumpy, and is now jumpy with a set of claws and a sharp beak, they always announce when they come in the room to not jump scares him.

Since Blades is a carnivore, and carnivores eat meat, he has the slight urge to drink the energon flowing through mechs. He is ignoring this and it's freaking him out. The others don't know yet.

Blades uses his wings like a shield whenever the humans are in danger.

Optimus usually naps when in Dino mode. But is easily woken up by the other dinobot calls. He acts like a very worried and protective mother.

Optimus and the team do become closer as they learn to navigate being dinosaurs. Optimus let's Blade perch on his back whenever they go on long expeditions and carries him.

Blades becomes more territorial over things, and the other bots' reactions are like how Orion Pax reacted to D-16 in the TFOne movie during that one scene when D-16 gets his alt mode.

“Oh um, okay then. That's yours, got it.”

Or

“What the hell Blades, don't growl at me.”

Depends on the day lmaooo

Eventually, they have to pull Blades from the field for a few days while he gets used to his new emotional and behavior code. He's really sad and scared. The bots try to comfort him, and they are all pissed at the world for not being made to allow Blades to be his angry Dinosaur self lol.

This is getting long, so I'll pause here. I know I went a little off topic at times, lol. But I just love the dino bots and need to talk about them more lol.

[sterekposevents]

legally sanctioned kidnapped by graveltotempo on ao3

Summary: Derek kidnaps Stiles (with Lydia's help). It's for the best, really - even if Stiles does not think so.

Prompt: The Sheriff is worried about his son and asks Derek for help in getting his son out of Beacon Hills for a while. But Derek doesn't bother asking Stiles to go on vacation with him, he just kidnaps him and takes him somewhere safe to unwind.

Tags: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Sterek Summer Fest 2023 (Teen Wolf), sterek heatwave, Sheriff Stilinski Knows (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Derek Hale & Lydia Martin Friendship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Derek Hale is Not a Failwolf, Idiots in Love, Attempt at Humor, implied Spark Stiles, No True Alpha Scott, Timeline What Timeline, Oblivious Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale is a Softie

[aurorawritestoescape]

FILL ME UP || Joel Miller x f!reader || 1,3k

Summary: Joel and you can’t get enough of each other

Or Joel stuffs you full to the brim

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, pwp, horny!Joel, cum kink, cum play, unprotected piv (duh), creampies, cum talk, dirty talk, fingering, sex toy talk. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions

A/n: Dedicated to all my fellow creampie lovers🤍Kisses to my beta @milla-frenchy😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕

same couple HEATWAVE collection || MASTERLIST

“Where, baby?”

“Inside, Joel, please, inside.”

“Oh, yeahh,” Joel moans when his balls draw up and he begins pumping his cum into your spent pussy. You accept it greedily with your arms and legs tightly wrapped around his body.

As soon as his cock discharges the last rope of his warm load, he falls down on you, covering you fully with his huge heavy body.

Yet his weight is never suffocating, only comforting.

Just like his love.

“That was amazing,” he mumbles into your ear, words muffled by his and your panting. For a few minutes you’re lying in each other’s arms, relishing these moments of intimacy.

Then Joel sits up on his heels between your open legs and runs his fingers through his curls, darker with sweat, pushing them off his handsome face. Your body might be satiated for now but your eyes are always hungry for him so you’re feasting on the image of his strong torso, glistening with postfuck dew. It seems that he can’t get enough of you either.

“Look, baby, I’m sipping out,” he comments while his eyes are focused on your still clenching hole, stretched by his girthy cock. You feel his cum slide down between your asscheeks, the sensation arousing especially with Joel’s lustful stare glued to your pussy.

“Oh…enjoying the view?” you ask, curling your lips, which are puffy after Joel’s kisses.

“Fuck, yeah. Can I push it back?” he asks, not tearing his eyes off your cunt, leaking his cum.

“Ok.”

Biting his lower lip, Joel brings his hand to your pussy and glides two fingers up between your asscheeks, gathering the runaway cum, and slowly and gently pushes them into your hole. You wantonly moan his name, watching his digits disappear in your pussy.

“Ya like that, baby?”

“Yes and no. Still very sensitive,” you reply, feeling a little sore, but Joel doesn’t stop moving his thick fingers in and out of your entrance, and soon any discomfort vanishes, and your walls greedily clamp around his digits.

“I have a feeling you want me to continue.”

Proving him right, you close your eyes and push your head back into the pillow, drowning fast in the pleasure of his caress.

“Damn, baby, ya makin’ me wanna go again.”

“Can you?” you purr, as your eyes flutter open.

“Not yet, minx. But I can play with you.”

With a naughty smirk, he pulls his fingers out and moves them up and around your oversensitive clit, careful not to graze it with his seed-covered pads.

“Your cum’s the best lube,” you murmur, “but I love it inside me more. Do you like coming inside me, Joel?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Why? It’s not because you want me to get pregnant, right?” you smile, watching him coat your folds with his spend.

“No, I don’t. Well… I guess the instinct is still here.”

His hand slithers up your mound and to your belly where he rubs it gently.

“I jus’ love leaving you a part of me.”

Joel’s confession paired with his shy smile fill your belly with butterflies. His thumb caresses your skin and he continues,

“Also, ya know, imagining you leaking me for days gets me crazy hard. Thinking of your pussy wet and shiny with my cum when you go about your day. Damn, I’m getting hard again.”

“Really?” Your ears perk up and you lift yourself on your elbows.

“Want my dick, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.”

The next moment he grabs his cum-covered cock and pushes it into your already full pussy with one determined thrust. Joel moans, the sound alone is the best compliment.

“Damn,” he groans, as his head falls back. “I should do it more often.”

“What?”

“Fuck my cum back into you.”

“My god, Joel,” you whine, reveling in the sensation of his stiff length claiming your pussy again, while another climax is already building.

“What about you?” he asks, accentuating the last word with a deep stroke of his hips.

“What?”

Your mind is clouded with lust and pleasure.

“Why do you love me coming inside, baby?”

“Same as you, Joel,” you reply, breathing heavily while he starts pounding your cunt faster. “I love when you give me a part of yourself. And it turns me on when I feel your cum between my folds the next day— Ahh— it’s like you just fucked me and stuffed me again. Or like your cock—ahh— still deep in my pussy— filling me.”

“Damnit, baby. Gonna make me come again too soon.”

“Please, Joel.”

“What? Give you more?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

You smile, hearing his words, so sweet, accompanied by the obscene squelching of your pussy around his huge cock.

“And it’s a reminder that I made you feel good and now I get to keep the result. Like a gold medal.”

Joel chuckles, eyes hazy and blown out.

After a few moments of railing you, he growls through gritted teeth trying not to bust his load just yet,

“Ya know what I wanna try on you?”

“What, Joel?”

“A pussy plug.”

Your whole being is focused on the bliss between your legs, on the man you love, towering over you, and you think it’s impossible to be more turned on right now, but a new wave of lust floods your core and a needy moan escapes your parted lips.

“You like the idea, baby?” Joel asks through heavy panting. “Imagine me plugging you. Jus’ storin’ my cum in you. Keeping my load warm and your pussy full.”

“Like your cock is still there?” You whine, barely able to concentrate, the sensations and the arousal, overwhelming you.

“Yeah.”

“Sounds fun. Maybe not very comfortable but—“

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I wanna try.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ll have your cum inside me all day. So hot.”

“Fuck yeah.”

You know your words are driving you both insane with want while his cock is rutting into you but it’s impossible to stop now.

“Imagine how hard you’ll get from knowing that I’m working, wearing it. Or grocery shopping, with your load inside me.”

“Hnggg…,” is all Joel can muster to say between your words, driving you both insane with want, and his cock, rutting into you relentlessly.

“And when the day is over you’ll get between my thighs and pull it out.”

“Shit. What’s next baby?”Joel asks, biting his plush lower lip.

“Then you’ll tell me to lick the plug clean.”

“Fuck, dirty girl.”

“Yeah. I’ll be tasting your cum and my slick, sucking on it, while your cock pushes into me. Into my flooded pussy.”

“You’ll be so fucking wet.”

“And leaking, Joel. Just imagine the sounds my full pussy’ll make when you’re fucking me.”

“Just like now. Fuck, gotta fill you more. Your belly’s gonna bulge soon with all the cum ima give you.”

“Yes, Joel.”

You’re completely gone now, eyes closed, fingers twitching your pebbled nipples, while Joel’s snapping his hips fast and hard against your ass.

“Damn, my thighs and balls are fucking drenched. So much cum already. Bet your little asshole covered in it too.”

“Ahhhh, Joel, I’m coming.”

“Yeah, c’mon, baby. Squeeze my dick, make me jizz again inside this needy cunt.”

You explode on his cock, curling your toes and crying out with euphoria, that’s shaking your body and making every nerve light up.

Your clamping pussy sends Joel over the edge, and he begins squirting his fresh load into you, still moving his cock, slowly but assertively mixing the old cum with the new inside your pulsating core.

When his balls are empty, Joel lies on top of you and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

“Don’t pull out,” you mumble, barely able to speak, “You’ll be my plug for now.”

Joel smirks against your cheek, before kissing you,

“Always happy to be your plug, dirty girl.”

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!💖🌺

same couple HEATWAVE COLLECTION

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[localfanbaselurker]

what is “dirty laundry” ?? why is it “traumatizing” for you guys??

[b00knerd1o1]

All you need to know is shit goes down there (Fanfiction)

The Burns explain the existence of Waffle House to the Bots.

Chief Burns tries to school the quizzical look on his face as he reads the text from his brother again.

Woodrow: I've finally discovered it,  the most dangerous  place on the planet.

Charlie: Should I be worried?

He settles on responding after a couple of Seconds. He shuts the phone off and places it on the table. Chief Burns tunes back into the world around him and tries to catch up on the multiple conversations taking place between his children and the rescue bots as they set up for their family camping trip. His phone buzzes before he can gain enough context to understand anything being said, drawing his attention back to it. He clicks it on and is surprised by what he finds.

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It usually takes Woodrow a good while to respond to text since he tends to hang around areas with little to no reception. Once, a Merry Christmas text from Woodrow hadn’t gotten through until a day before New Year's Eve. Charlie fully opens the phone to see if the photo holds any clues to his brother's quick response or his previous message. Charlie stares at the picture for a second before letting out a quiet chuckle.

“What’s funny?” Kade asks, looking up from the tent he was helping Cody set up.

“Read the last text,” Charlie tells his eldest son as he hands him his phone. Cody cranes his neck to see the screen over his brother's shoulder when he, too, lets out a chortle.

“He’s not wrong. One of the dudes in my class at fire training’s from down south and almost got shot at one.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Dani asks, looking up from the wood pile she had been turning into a fire.

“I, too, would like more context pertaining to that situation,” Chase says. By this point, everyone has dropped what they are doing and is looking at Kade intently.

“Unkle Woodrow texted Dad saying he found the most dangerous place on earth and then sent him a picture of him standing in front of a Waffle House.”

“What does a Waffle House have to do with your friend almost getting shot?” Heatwave asks.

“First of all, he wasn’t my friend; we were rivals. Second, it's a Waffle House!” Kade says.

“You can’t just say its name again and expect me to understand what you mean,” Heatwave responds.

“He almost got shot there because it’s a Waffle House. What else do you want me to say?”

“Gun violence can take place in any setting. What makes the fact that happened in a House of Waffles significant?” Chase says. “Is that a regular occurrence at these places? If so, I think the best course of action would be to remove the Waffle make in the kitchen at the fire station.”

“Waffle House is a chain Restaurant down south,” Graham says. It is known primarily because lots of fights break out there.”

“Why?” Bolder asks.

“It’s open all hours of the day, every day of the year, has low prices, and is often situated in low-income areas where crime tends to be…”

“No one cares about the technical reasons. All you need to know is shit goes down there,” Kade says, interrupting Graham.

“Kade Language,” Charlie says, gesturing to Cody.

“Sorry,” Kade mumbles.

“I’d still like to hear the story of how your friend almost got shot,” Heatwave says, smirking at Kade’s reaction to the word friend.

“He was at a Waffle House.” Kade begins.

“Obviously,” Dani mumbles under her breath.

“I think he said it was in Mississippi, but I could be wrong. There are like two thousand Waffle houses, and it could have happened at any of them.” Kade continues ignoring his sister. “ He saw a rapper he liked and went up to talk to him, and the dude pulled a gun on him. Must have thought he was getting jumped or something. They figured it out in the end, and no one else realized what happened, but it’s still a funny story.”

“If Waffle Houses are known to incite violence, why are they allowed to spread?” Boulder asks.

“I have to Agree. If one ever tries to open on Griffin Rock, we must find a way to halt the process.” Chase says.

“Waffle House isn’t really a Maine restaurant, so I don’t think We’ll need to worry about that,” Graham says. “And anyway, Waffle House doesn’t incite violence. It just tends to be the setting where it takes place, for the reasons I tried to explain earlier before I was inte…”

“They also need them for the Waffle House Index.” Kade buts in.

“The what?” Cody asks, confused.

“It’s a way to tell how heavily a hurricane impacted an area based on the hours the local Waffle house is open,” Dani replies.

“This restaurant can predict storms?” Blades asks hopefully, “Maybe we should get one.”

“It doesn't predict the storms. It just reacts to them.” Chief Burns says.

“Then what makes it different from any other restaurant in that regard?” Boulder asks.

“The director of FEMA created the Waffle House Index. The corporation behind Waffle House works really hard to keep their franchises open even after natural disasters, so sometimes it’s the only restaurant open after a minor hurricane.” Graham says.

“How can a Hurican be minor? It’s a Hurricane!” Blades says, horrified.

“They get one almost every year down south, so the people there have kind of just gotten used to it.” Chief Burns says.

“Lots of southerners joke that they don’t evacuate for a hurricane unless the Waffle House closes,” Kade says.

“What do they do if they don’t evacuate?” Blades asks, horrified.

“Mostly just stay in their house until it passes,” Graham says.

“Unless they're from Florida.” Dani Jokes. “They take their shotguns and shoot the hurricane.”

“That’s Florida-Man for you,” Kade responds. The burns all laugh, but the bots seem confused.

“What’s so special about men from the State of Florida?” Chase asks.

“Ok, so…”

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Ok, my first time asking. 23

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Boulder has good reflexes. Great reflexes, even.

You needed them in the mines- in the event of a collapse or break, you needed to get your bumper out of that tunnel before the command even registered in your processor.

So, all this is to say, they've already moved six feet away by the time the datapad smashes against the wall where their head once was.

Chase shouts something in Iaconi that Heatwave sarcastically talks over in Kaonite. They didn't know universal translators could short out like that, but evidently, they can.

They don't even know what the fight is about, and neither does Blades, who has a pillow over his helm and pressed to his audials.

It's not like Heatwave and Chase have never fought before. They're always at each other's throats, bickering constantly over small things. But for every fight, they fall into recharge in the library doing homework together.

This one is different. They and Blades should probably leave... they would've already, if Heatwave and Chases weren't blocking the door.

Heatwave grabs another datapad to throw at Chase, and this time, the policebot acts, grabbing Heatwave's wrist and trying to shove him away. Heatwave shoves him back and Chase slams into the door, one doorwing getting caught behind him with a sickening crack.

The two stare at each other for a second, hackles raised. Heatwave moves forward slowly, before reaching behind Chase to look at the doorwing.

Chase lets him, still tensed up, as Heatwave continues his inspection in silence. And then he tweaks it.

It's an accident, it's clearly an accident, but Boulder is more than familiar with the raw and primal fear that suddenly shoots through his field as Chase sinks his fangs into Heatwave's forearm.

And then it's just instictual from there. Heatwave tries to shove him off, jostling Chase's doorwing, and Chase claws at Heatwave, because he's hurting him, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.

What Heatwave has on him in bulk and brute strength, Chase more than makes up for in speed and actual fight training. They slam into the furniture and the walls- Boulder can already imagine the noise complaints- and then blood splatters on the floor.

Boulder clamps both hands over their mouth and turns away, trying not to purge at the sight. Oh- oh, shit-

"STOP!" Blades pounces from his bunk into the fray, hooking his arms under Chase's and yanks him away from Heatwave.

Chase's claws and fangs, deep into Heatwave's plating, hang on tight, dragging him up and back with them. Blades' back hits the door.

"What are you doing?" he snarls at Boulder, keeping Chase's back pressed to his front without jostling the broken doorwing even more. "Help me!"

Boulder forces their optics away from the blood on the floor and dampens their sensory input when they grab Heatwave, blood smearing under their hands and against their chassis.

But it only takes Heatwave a minute or two to still and relax in their arms, and for Chase to do the same.

He turns his helm and Boulder opens their optics. The yellow of his optics shine nearly white. He opens his mouth and says something Boulder can't understand.

"We have to go to the medbay," they tell Blades, who has adjusted his hold on Chase to keep his mouth held closed. Nausea radiates from both their fields.

"Yeah, no shit," Blades growls out. "If you throw up on me I'm leaving." Chase's functional doorwing and his finials drop.

The walk to the medbay is dead silent.

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Guys guys guys GUYS

Would you hate me if I posted a crack follow up/spin off to BYHTD... be honest... I want to do it anyways asdfghjkl it's such a wacky funny idea.

It would be a hilarious crack fic spin off thing. The actual sequel/accompaniment is a ways off still but I'm really happy anyways because I've been writing a lot hehe