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A HELL OF A MORNING
Stepdad!Joel Miller x f!reader || 4,2k
part 2 of A Step Into Hell || can be read alone
Summary: Joel has his favorite thing for breakfast. His stepdaughter.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, Joel’s POV, dub con but reader’s into it, big legal age gap, dark!Joel, perv!Joel, possessive!joel, f!oral, unprotected piv (wrap it up), blackmail, premature ejaculation, creampie, degradation, rough m!oral, brief choking on cock, slutshaming, praise kink, daddy kink, mention of public sex, spanking (1), cum eating, swearing. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Joel can lift reader.
A/n: This mf wouldn’t leave my mind and after such a warm welcome of the first fic I’m happy to share more of his depravity with you. I hope you all will enjoy this new story❤️ A huge thank you to a lovely anon for this request and the inspo💕 Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Ilysm! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
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The Great Belly Crisis
Pairing: Sleazy!joel x f!reader
Summary: Joel declares a full‑blown "belly crisis" after deciding his stomach deserves far more attention than it gets, dragging you on top of his belly with a lazy, smug and dangerously tempting smirk. What follows is you, grinding on his belly with a new found sensation that makes you crave more than you like to admit.
Warnings: +18, smut, sleazy!joel, unspecified age gap, daddy kink, hair tugging, belly grinding!!, nipple pinching (once), clit grinding, really unhinged filthy talk, praise kink, fat!joel, no outbreak
A/N: @lilithsmonsters ask in my inbox completely derailed my brain so badly that i HAD to write a whole fic about belly grinding and lemme tell you...he is UNHINGED. Thank you so much for the message — hope you enjoy what your chaos created lmao
"Y'know, I been thinkin'…"
Already a bad sign with this old bastard.
hi guts! i’ve been thinking about riding joel’s tummy with his cum stil dripping out and i feel like you would get it <3
like he’s pervy and old but mostly old so when he can’t get it up multiple times a day yall gotta improvise and he’s had enough pairs of jeans ruined so this was the next best solution
HI NON I HOPE YOU KNOW I JUST HAD TO SET MY PHONE DOWN AND TAKE A LAP AROUND THE HOUSE AFTER READING THIS!!! 😭😭 (i love it i love I LOVE IT 💞)
And to think he’s so exhausted after a long day at work, too!! Y’all KNOW he’s working his tail off on the job site, ordering his men around and telling them what to do, and honestly, at his age, like you said, he just can’t keep up with you sometimes!! You’ve got your lips wrapped around his cock before the sun has even come up (early morning wake-up call HELLO), you tuck him fuck him into bed every night, and sometimes, sometimes you even come to visit him at work and end up bent over the tailgate of his truck or the desk in his office. Joel is trying like hell to last for rounds, but it isn’t always happening.
That’s when you find yourself perched on his tummy, straddling his sides with that pleading look in your eyes.
“But I wanna go again,” you pout at him.
“Ain’t a blue pill in five hundred miles that could wake this dick of mine up from the dead, sweetheart. M’sorry.”
Really, Joel doesn’t need to apologize for anything. You know he knows you don’t actually want to pressure him—you just love acting needy and bratty, occasionally LOL
So, with those big, callused, liver-spotted hands of his, he rocks you back and forth over his stomach, again and again.
The mound of that shelf of flesh is smooth and soft, it’s true, but it’s also covered in little black and gray (mostly gray now) hairs. They’re coarse and they’re crude, and they make for the most delicious sort of friction against your just-fucked cunt when you’re the most sensitive you’ve ever been. Whimpering, whining, cursing under your breath, you get exactly what you wanted and then some as Joel manhandles you over his tummy and makes you ‘ride’ him that way. His cum slides out from between your slick, puffy folds and smears all over the skin, but he doesn’t mind. Joel just nods and smiles. Tells you, ‘Thass’a good girl for me, huh? Gettin’ her old man all messy from the cum he just fucked into her pussy, such a sweet, needy thing f’me.’ And by the time you’re done, it’s a fuckin’ MESSSS all over that big, hairy belly of his but you’re shaking so bad from your orgasm and Joel’s smiling so big, neither of you really care at all 😝
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aftercare with joel
cute little oneshot about joel being a sweetheart and treating his women real good after sex :(
pairing: joel miller x f!chubby!reader
cw: i would say no outbreak au but its not really specified, FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF, references to sex and sexual jokes, established relationship, minimal age gap implied (i imagined it to be around 5-10 years maybe?), quick usage of pussy pronouns (oops), slight talk about insecurity, joel being sickeningly smitten and caring, soft!joel, brief mention of squirting (once again, oops), reader and joel are pretty much nakey, i think thats it??
After about an hour of mindblowingly good sex, you were pretty much spent. It was the first time you’d been in Joel’s house and it was also the first time you’d ever slept with Joel too. You guys had went on a few dates and had really hit things off. He was a good guy, a real good guy, and as it turns out he was a real good guy in bed too.
The door to the en suite bathroom is open, the bright white light contrasting with the orange hue of the bedroom. You were laid on your back with your head on the pillows behind you, legs spread and chest heaving in a pathetic attempt to try and recover your breath. Joel emerges from the bathroom, flicking the light off as he does so. He looked gorgeous like this, tanned freckled chest sprinkled with little scars and marks. His boxers were now back on his body, sitting low on his hips highlighting the soft pudge of his stomach you had grown to love so much.
He kneels in front of you on the bed and gently runs the damp cloth along your thighs and pussy, making sure to be extra careful around your clit.
“How’s she feeling?” Joel looks up at you and nods to in between your legs. You give him a breathless laugh, “It’s a ‘she’ now?” Joel furrows his brows in mock offence as he places the cloth to one side and climbs into bed next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his warm hairy chest.
“Don’t call her ‘it’” He places a quick kiss into your hair “Imagine if I started callin’ you that?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Well, she’s doing just fine, little sore, but s’fine.” You wrap your arm over his stomach as your head rest on his sternum. The sound of his heartbeat was making you sleepy, you felt so relaxed and so safe, like the outside world had completely melted away and it was only you and Joel in this universe.
Joel’s hand snakes its way up to your hair, taking his index finger and twirling little sections. “D’ya enjoy yourself, sweetheart?” Joel asks, his southern drawl becoming stronger the more tired he starts to get. You looked up at him like he was insane, like he’d just asked you the most egregious question you’d ever heard. “Did I enjoy it? Miller, you sent me to another dimension.” He chuckles and pinches the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “You’re too kind, darlin’” Of course, Joel Miller, ever the gentlemen. He couldn’t possibly take a compliment.
You swat his nose with the tip of your finger and giggle. “Joeelll, are you blushing?” Joel rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “No I’m just hot. I just spent the last hour fucking you stupid and you expect me not to be a little worn out?”
“Haven’t got as much stamina as you used to, old man?”
It was a low blow. You weren’t even that much younger than him. “Watch it” He says trying to warn you but theres no heat behind it. “Besides, judging by the pile of sheets sittin’ in my laundry basket right now I’d say I’ve done enough.”
A rush of embarrassment heats up your face and now it was your turn to turn pink. “Y-yeah sorry ‘bout that by the way” You muttered into his chest. Joel smirked and lifted your chin up with his finger before giving you a sympathetic look. “Awh baby, I don’t mean to embarrass you.” He coos, “If anything its my fault for making you squi-“
He is abruptly cut off by you smacking his chest. “Joeelll!” You whine and managed to escape his grasp before turning over on your side away from him. Joel quickly follows however, pressing one hand onto your soft belly and pulling you flush against him and the other arm snaking underneath your head and grabbing your hand to interlock with his. He pressed his nose up against your shoulder and left gentle, wet kisses along your upper back.
Joel felt as if he was in heaven, he had no idea what he had done to deserve any of this. He had no idea how he’d been so lucky to be in the right place at the right time to meet you. And now, he’s seen a whole new side to you. He knows how your insides feel, how you moan, how you react when his fingers graze the different parts of your body and how quickly goosebumps rise upon your skin.
“Such a pretty body” Joel mumbles almost like his mind had melted and now all his inner monologue had just begun pouring out his mouth. His hand roams from the top of your rib cage, over your waist and over your hips. His fingers delicately tracing little freckles and purple stretch marks that would have made you feel self conscious around anybody else but you saw the way Joel looked at you. He looked at you with passion, like you were a hand painted renaissance portrait that had just crawled out of her picture frame and came to life in front of him. “How the hell have I got so lucky, eh?” His lips begin to leave little pecks behind your ear, his breath tickled your neck making you squirm and giggle.
“You tryna get away from me, darlin’?” He asks with a big grin on his face.
“Never.” You reply drowsily, kissing the rough skin of his knuckles on the hand that was still interlocked with yours before shutting your eyes. “Goodnight, Joel, dream of me.”
“I’m sure I will, sweet girl.” He gives you a kiss on the shoulder before nuzzling his head into your neck. “Goodnight.”
Joel didn’t fall asleep until you did, despite having to fight off his tired droopy eyes. You looked so peaceful, so comfortable. You were relaxed around him no matter what. You just felt like you could melt all your worries into his arms and just forget about things for a moment. It was something that you were starting to cherish the more time you spent with each other.
And Joel was just happy that he could make you feel that way.
this is getting a little better!! i’ve been so sick recently so i’m really sorry for being so quiet but i’m recovering now and i’m back! let me know what you think, or any advice if anything needs improving <3
dividers by @/strangergraphics
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GIRL DINNER 🎀
Angst fics can help people come to terms with their own grief, begin healing, or give people that good cry that they need.
Smut fics can help people affirm and accept their sexuality. It can help them explore their sexuality in a safe way. They can also just be fun, and having fun is a drastically undervalued way to improve your mental health.
Dark fics can help people face their fears or process their trauma. It can make them feel safer and more secure. It can help them find their courage.
Fluff fics can give people rest and respite and comfort. It can give them hope that soft places exist and that maybe there is one out there for them. It can bring up their mood, which, if they have depression, can be a life saver.
And every fic people write makes someone feel less alone.
Point being, just because a particular thing doesn’t serve you, doesn’t mean it lacks value.
This is not to say that we have to consume all fic uncritically. Of course not. It is just to say that entire “genres” aren’t trash or lacking value just because they don’t serve you.
Devil in the details - Hot priest!Joel Miller x f!reader
Kinktober: forbidden sex, priest kink
Rating: Explicit, MDNI Summary: You always were a good christian girl, until you met your new parish priest, Father Joel. WC: 5,6k Tags: smut, religious themes, priest kink, improper use of liturgical objects and prayers, unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, dom!Joel, awkward!Joel, unexperienced reader (only because she grew up in a very religious family, she's a grown ass adult), nipple play, tits slapping, oral (Joel receiving), mention of porn, filthy unholy stuff all over the place (don't say I didn't warn you), ambiguous ending. A/N: Someone probably will remember this one and also remember the struggle that gave me the first time I tried to wrote it...why, do you ask? I don't even know LMAO but I swear it was so hard. But yeah, I just read it again and I thought it was better than I remembered and I thought it deserved to be here again. Title comes from a Placebo song. The whole fic was originally heavily inspired by Fleabag and my beloved Hot Priest ❤️ English is not my first language, I'm sorry for any mistakes. Thanks so much to anyone who will read this, I really hope you like it!
First image in the header is a precious gift from @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog that I always cherished in my heart, isn't it great?! Thank you so much, Kate, I love you! 🥹
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50 years old's rich husband.
HIS HANDS 🥵🥵🥵
We CAN and we WILL !
Giving the people what they want
Worlds best pillow 🥵❤️
Okay so I wanted to get back into writing and I was listening to John Denver and got inspired.
Back Home Again - a Joel Miller x reader one shot
Content: fluff, smut, pregnant reader, older!Joel, Jackson!Joel
There's a storm across the valley
Clouds are rolling in
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders
Thunder rolled in the distance. It was that time of year when you didn’t know whether it was going to storm or snow. Joel was out on a supply run and you were making dinner. Salisbury steak, frozen, with actual fresh potatoes you managed to grow. Something about that Salisbury steak, foraged from a shockingly still-working chest freezer in the basement, took you back to childhood. A simpler time before the fungus.
There's a truck out on the four lane
A mile or more away
The whining of his wheels just makes it colder
Joel’s truck rumbled down the gravel country road. Joel slurped his sludge he called coffee as the cheerful DJ segued into a new round of Christmas classics.
“Happy Holidays from all of us here at Mix-“
“Ah hush, it’s November,” Joel rolled his eyes and turned the dial to a news stations. Christmas hadn’t been the same without Sarah. Even with your famous gluten free cookies or the multicolored lights twinkling on his porch, his daughter wasn’t there opening gifts with her daddy and Uncle Tommy.
He's an hour away from riding
On your prayers up in the sky
And ten days on the road are barely gone
There's a fire softly burning
Supper's on the stove
It's the light in your eyes that makes him warm
You heard a familiar jingle coming from the radio, the nightly news was starting.
“This just in! Breaking news out of the CDC, a vaccine for the Cordyceps fungus has been approved for emergency use authorization! Studies have shown this vaccine is over 95% effective at preventing serious infection and 99% effective at stopping the infection within hours of being bitten! More details to come on when and where you can get your vaccine at 11.”
You clutched your stomach and fell to your knees, sobbing. After decades of the world going to hell in a hand basket, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. You traced your fingers along the lower half of your belly.
“It’s going to be okay, little one…” you hadn’t planned this pregnancy, and the idea of raising a child in this god forsaken world sounded like a waking nightmare. You were going to ask Joel to take you to the clinic when he got home, there’s no way you could do this. But that fear melted away in a matter of moments. Joel was going to be a daddy again, and you were going to be a mom. Everything felt like a dream. The door handle jiggled as Joel’s shadow appeared behind the frosted glass. You get up and wipe your tears away. Joel is filthy from being on the road so long, yet a smile slowly crept across his lips for the first time in what seemed like years.
“Didya hear the news?”
Hey, it's good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again
You lept into Joel’s arms, kissing him with a passion that you thought had lost along the way. His soft, yet prickly mustache tickled your lips as his strong hands travelled to the small of your back, yours tangled in his greasy, graying locks.
“Sure smells good in here, sweet pea,” Joel remarked.
There's all the news to tell him, how you've spent your time
What's the latest thing the neighbors say?
Joel plopped down his backpack and weaponry and sat down at the kitchen island, watching your every move. It had been a good month or so since your curvaceous hips bounced against his. Since your supple breasts were cupped in his rugged, calloused hands. Since his tongue danced against your dripping wet…
“Joel?”
“Yeah?” your husband’s chocolate brown eyes had a glimmer about them. Now couldn’t have been a more perfect time.
“How do I say this? I didn’t think this would happen? At least, not right now. But now there’s a cure and…”
“Well, spit it out, Sugar. What is it?” Joel interjected.
And your mother called last Friday
Sunshine made her cry
You felt the baby move just yesterday
“Joel… I… I’m pregnant,” you stammer. Joel’s head dropped and then snapped towards you. His perma-scowl softened, a single tear trickled down his wrinkled cheek.
“Pregnant? With my child?” your husband chuckled in disbelief.
“No, with Tommy’s baby. Of course it’s yours,” you tease, serving him a plate of Banquet’s finest. Joel grabs your waist and kisses you, his hand resting on your lower stomach.
“You’re makin’ me a daddy,” Joel kisses your forehead. “I never thought I’d ever be a daddy again.”
Hey, it's good to be back home again, yes, it is
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again
And all the time that I can lay this tired old body down
To feel your fingers feather soft upon me
Your husband’s name escaped your lips as he forged a trail of wet, sloppy kisses across your neck and chest. He thrust gently between your thighs.
“You’re havin’ my baby,” Joel let out a low groan as he felt your warmth. He craved every bit of you whilst traversing the frigid Wyoming landscape. “I reckon you’re gonna get mighty curvy.”
“You think so, Daddy?”
“You’re askin’ for trouble callin’ me that, sweet pea,” Joel’s eyes fluttered as his climax drew nearer. “Something’s so sexy about a lady growin’ my kid… oh fuck… “
“Oh yeah?” you encouraged him. “You can’t wait for these to get all full for you, hm?” you grabbed his hand, placing it on your chest. “Take me Daddy, I’m yours.” He couldn’t last. Not with being buried inside you and his hands on your plush tits. The dirty talk pushed him over the edge. Joel let out a guttural, primal sound as he spilled inside you, gasping and eyes rolling back as you squeezed around him.
The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way
The happiness that living with you brings me
It's the sweetest thing I know of
Just spending time with you
It's the little things that make a house a home
Joel caressed your cheek as you smiled into your pillow, “God damn it, I just love you,” he spoke softly. He got up to add another log to the fire and wrap up in a ratty bathrobe. He climbed back under the covers You rolled over and pressed your head to his chest.
“I love you, Daddy”.
Like a fire softly burning
Supper on the stove
The light in your eyes, it makes me warm
can we talk about the little lip curl when he puts the cig in his mouth 🥵
joel’s housewife
joel miller x innocent! reader, 18+ mdni, legal age gap between reader and joel (reader in early 20s, joel is 61). joel calls himself daddy. joel calls you mama because he's going to make sure youre pregnant after your wedding night.
oh to be joel’s younger wife, all sweet and innocent and demure in jackson until he sets his eyes on you. you’ve always kept to yourself, been taught that a woman’s flower is for her husband. and so you’ve sat out dating in the mess of jackson until you find “the one.”
and so when joel sets his eyes on you, you’re untouched and pure as a lily. and he’s no prince charming, but he comes in with a heady allure that you can’t say no to. even if he is older. 61 and you don’t even know if he can fuck you, but what do you know about fucking anyway?
he takes you to your shared bedroom in your wedding night, his cock hard and heavy, your cunt drooling, desperate.
and god your virgin cunt is so tight as he pushes in on the wedding night, the moonlight fading in through your lace curtains.
it squeezes his cock, you let out a cry as you’re impaled, each centimetre, millimetre painful for you as he goes in. but god is he going to push all the way in, take what’s his. have his goddamn wife.
“ milkin’ me, ain’t you?” he growls into you, and you can do nothing but moan and whine as he pushes in another inch. “ no, i swear.” you shake your head, or try to, with the sweat making your hair stick to your forehead, “ i’ll only take what you give me, never ask for more.”
and he laughs, watching your eyes roll back in pleasure as he bottoms out, his pubic hair grazing against your clit, making your legs jerk in a pathetic way. you’re twitching with overstimulation, and he keeps on going, this is his wedding night, he’s going to make it stick, until his cock is imprinted into your cunt.
“ milks me so well, doesn’t she, slut?” and it only takes a pathetic few rubs at your clit for you to come on his cock, gushing and sticky around him. you squeeze him so tight, he swears he can see stars, and he paints your insides with thick ropes of his cum, “ think y’good for something else too.”
and then he grabs your hair and pulls you up, your eyelids fluttering, “ ah-a-always good for you, joel.” you slur, desperate to please. a woman must please her husband, that’s another thing you’ve been taught.
he laughs, and he keeps his hand in your hair, “ cockdumb and still remembers to be sweet, y’a keeper, y’know that?”
you smile as he praises you, your clit twitching pitifully again. he notices, he notices.
“ be a mama for me right, carry my babies won’t you?” he pats your stomach, before frowning “ y’think it stuck?” he asks.
“ i don’t, i don’t know joel.” you say, shivering, maybe it did? what do you know about fucking anyway.
“ i don’t know either.” he smiles, because it might not have stuck, who knows if he can do it anyway, “ but can you milk my cock again, do it for daddy, f’me?”
you’ll milk his cock however many times to make it stick.
endnotes: yeah i don't know what this is....um. wish fullfilment i guess.
ngl y’all made me think way too much about that belly
I wanna lick that bellyyyyyy
𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 ✂️
Joel Miller x f!reader
Joel needs a haircut, and it just so happens that he’s dating the town’s only hairdresser… a/n: I wrote this quickly in the early hours, oops. It’s just short, plotless Joel smut because you can never have enough
Warnings: 18+, mdni
You stand looking into the bathroom mirror which sits above the vanity as you tie your hair into a messy bun. You and Joel have had a full day in the sun over at Tommy and Maria’s place, celebrating the birthday of their boy. Joel comes into the bathroom behind you, smoothing his hands over the fabric of your dress before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you back into his front. He buries his face into your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin.
“You looked so good today. Couldn’t stop staring at you in this little dress,” he mumbles. His facial hair tickling the skin on your neck.
“I noticed,” you smile, watching him in the mirror. He starts placing soft, delicate kisses all over the exposed skin of your neck and you move your hand to tangle through his curls. “Baby, you need a haircut.”
Ohhh myyy goodddd