whatever daddy wants, daddy gets
part two part one here!
pairing: dad!Joel Miller x daughter!f!reader
sumarry: after a nightmare, daddy's little girl runs to his bed and gives daddy a little helping hand.
TW: dead dove: do not eat, +18, Incest (father/ daughter), oral, masturbation, dirty talk, no outbreak, Power imbalance, coercion, Dubcon, Grooming elements, Emotional manipulation, Dark fic, taboo content, Not suitable for minors!!, Fictional content only does not reflect real-life views or desires.
A/N: this text is purely fictional and i do NOT agree with ANY of the things described here! if you read the warnings, you already know the themes and what this is about so read at your own risk. you're responsible for what you consume. don't like it? don't read it!
It’s only been a few days since that night when Daddy helped you with the ache between your legs, only a few days since he learned the whole truth. But for Joel Miller, those days have been a whirlwind of relief and tension.
He couldn’t be happier that his little princess was back to her normal self, that nothing was hurting her precious heart anymore, that pizza nights were back, and that he could pick you up in his truck every day. Days where you’d curl up in his bed, marathoning cartoons, and he couldn’t feel more relieved to give you those special goodnight kisses every single night.
But it’s also been a few days since Daddy can’t stop being haunted by the image of his little girl grinding on his thigh. Days where the memory of your breasts bouncing while you whimpered and cried at the same time torments him. It’s like every time he closes his eyes, he can feel the sensation of sucking on your perfect breasts all over again. And God is his witness
He knows how much Joel dreams about it.
He feels like a teenager again. Even the sound of water hitting the shower floor reminds him of your confession about humping your teddy bear. Joel is a good man, an honest and upright man, and that’s what he’s determined to stay! He hasn’t done anything except jerk off twice a day to ease the ache of that perfect night’s memory.
Joel is certain you’ll never talk about that night, that it’s buried under a rock. After all, he didn’t do anything wrong, did he? He only helped his poor baby feel better, helped take away your pain. He wouldn’t fuck you, even if he dreams about it every single day, right?
That’s what your dad tries to convince himself of every night since that day. And here he is, another sleepless night, lying awake in bed. The Texas heat is agonizing, but not nearly as much as his imagination. Imagining what he’d do to you if you were here right now, he almost feels sorry for you. Joel knows he’d never hurt his little princess, but God, he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he saw your poor, virgin pussy bare.
His wandering thoughts last long enough for a soft knock on his door to snap him out of it.
“Daddy?” you whisper, your voice trembling with fear as you crack the door open.
Joel can’t help but leap out of bed, his blood boiling with worry. “Yes, peach? Everything okay, little girl?”
He watches as you slowly step inside, the streetlight spilling through the window and lighting up your face, revealing hot, heavy tears streaming down your cheeks.
“I had a nightmare,” you whimper, small sobs escaping your lips as you climb onto Joel’s tall bed. He’s quick to move closer to you.
“My poor little girl, come here, tell me what happened,” he says, pulling you to lie beside him.
You crawl right into his chest, lying on your back. “I dreamed about Mommy,” you sniffle softly, and Joel’s chest tightens.
He knows you’re aware of everything that happened, but it still breaks his heart to see that he can never erase that scar from his little girl. Joel feels your small, trembling body curling into his, as if the whole world might collapse if he doesn’t wrap you in those strong, calloused arms, hardened by years of hard work and sleepless nights protecting you.
His big hand slowly traces down your back, drawing gentle circles on the thin nightgown you wear to bed—the one he bought last year, thinking it was innocent, but now feels like the world’s greatest temptation.
“Shh, peach, it’s okay, babe. You’re with me, you’re with Daddy,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’ve got Daddy. You’ll always have me. I’ll never leave you alone, you hear me? Never.”
“I… I dreamed she took me away, Daddy. That she said I was a mistake, that you didn’t want me anymore because… because…” You can’t finish, the words breaking into sobs.
“Listen to me, peach, I love you more than anything! No one will ever take you from me,” he says, holding you tighter from behind.
You cling to the blankets, gripping them hard. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore, Daddy,” you whisper softly.
Joel’s heart clenches again. He wants you more than anything. But he’s still a good man—he can’t do this to his baby. He can’t cross that line, can’t give in to this.
“I do want you, peach… but we—” he sighs, “I can’t do this to you, little girl. I can’t confuse you like that…”
“But Daddy—” you try to protest, but he cuts you off.
“No buts, peach! This is wrong! Daddies can’t do that with their little girls!”
You don’t argue, too scared of losing Daddy or someone pulling you away from him. Joel can only hear your soft whimpers of crying.
God, it hurts him to break his princess’s heart like this! Especially when he wants to give you everything—more than you could probably handle. But Daddy feels the need to hold you even tighter by the waist, your strawberry scented hair filling his senses. He can only sigh.
His cock is so hard against your back, he knows you can feel it through his pajama pants. It’s impossible to hide, and with your scent… God, he doesn’t want to hide it.
Joel doesn’t say anything, doesn’t respond. He’s too weak, too surrendered, too lost to react. You’ve already won this.
His big hands start gripping your waist more firmly, wandering between your hips. No words are needed—you understand just from his heavy, faltering breaths.
But Daddy’s hands don’t stay just at your waist or hips. Now they move deeper, more intense, over your nightgown. They slide down to your ass, covered only by a thin scrap of fabric that barely conceals you.
You don’t say anything, too afraid that if you speak, Daddy will stop touching you. Joel’s hands don’t stop, exploring every inch of your body over the thin fabric, gathering the courage to go further.
And when that courage finally comes, he’s at the hem of your nightgown, pressing special kisses to your shoulder as you sigh. He pulls the already-short nightgown up just enough to expose your ass, bunching the fabric at your waist.
His trembling hands pause when he realizes. “Peach, where’s your panties?”
“Daddy…” you sigh, your voice laced with fear, “it was… too hot, Daddy.”
Joel lets out a deep breath, knowing right then he’s completely lost.
His thick fingers part your folds, already slick and impossible not to want to break. Joel starts tracing small circles around the tight rim of your entrance, so perfect, so tiny.
He wishes he could turn on the light, lean down, and just stare, savoring the sight for hours. You’re so soft, so slick, so smooth.
His fingers move up again, his thumb now circling your sensitive little bud, so gentle and just enough to make you shudder against his hand. Joel promised himself this would be it that he’d only take away your pain, that he wouldn’t cross this line.
But that line’s already been shattered.
Daddy flips you onto your back in one swift motion.
“W-What—” you whisper softly.
“Shh, Daddy just wants to show you something, peach… Be a good girl for me and stay quiet, okay? Hmm? Can you do that for Daddy, peach? Stay quiet for me?”
Joel whispers as he kneels between your legs, holding them not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to keep you still.
“I-I can, Daddy,” you murmur.
When Joel catches a glimpse of your glistening mound, so wet, so perfect… he can’t hold back, not even with his little girl. He doesn’t even take the time to spread your pussy with his fingers
his mouth dives right in, latching onto your folds with a hunger he’s never felt for any woman in his life.
Just running his tongue over your clit and entrance isn’t enough. He sucks your entire pussy, not letting a single drop go to waste. He can’t focus on anything else, only hearing your moans that border on screams as your hips buck.
He has to use his hands to hold your hips down against his mouth even harder. He’s not letting this orgasm slip away
he needs to give this to his princess.
You’re moaning so loud you’ll probably be hoarse tomorrow, never having felt such a tidal wave of pleasure. All you’ve known are pillows and teddy bears you’ve humped, but having your Daddy between your legs with a strength and hunger that could burn you alive? This is more than your fragile little body can handle.
It takes less than two minutes for the orgasm to snap through your spine, your body arching like a cat’s as Daddy doesn’t let your poor pussy escape that intensity. His beard scrapes against your thighs and folds.
As soon as you stop convulsing on his tongue, Joel pulls back slowly, giving your small body time to process everything you just went through.
“Shh, it’s okay, peach, it’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, pressing sloppy kisses to your thighs and tummy, moving up to hold you. “It’s okay… it’s over, Daddy’s here.”
Soft tears fall gently down your cheeks, not from pain or sadness, but from an emotion you can’t quite control. You cling to him, still processing.
“Daddy?” you mumble softly.
“Yes, peach?”
“I—” you swallow hard, “I wanna help you too.”
Joel feels his legs tremble. He swore he wouldn’t cross this line, but with your little red nose from crying, your lips bitten raw from moaning… how could he say no?
“Please, Daddy,” you repeat when his silence lingers.
“You wanna help Daddy’s ache,babe? Hmm? You think you can handle it?”
“Yes, Daddy, please… I-I’m a big girl,” you say.
You’re no longer lying down but sitting up on the bed, pulling your nightgown over your head, leaving your breasts exposed in the heat.
Joel swears he’s died and gone to heaven because this has to be the purest, most perfect sight he’ll ever see in his life. He leans up just enough to latch onto your perfect breasts again. God, he can’t resist their perfect weight so firm yet so ripe, so heavy.
Your bold hand darts to Daddy’s hard cock, trying to get a reaction.
“Peach…” he groans.
“I’m a big girl now, Daddy,” you say as he sucks on your breasts again.
“You are, aren’t you?” he murmurs between one suck and another. “But let’s go slow… I don’t wanna hurt you…”
He presses a kiss to your nipple before pulling you closer, taking your hand and guiding it back to his cock.
“Can you do this for Daddy, peach?”
You nod eagerly, and that’s enough for Daddy to free his cock, not taking off his clothes, just making enough room for you to hold it.
Your eyes fall on his member you’ve never seen anything like it. Even if you could’ve dreamed or imagined, you wouldn’t have pictured Daddy being… like this. The head so prominent, the length so long… so thick… the veins practically bursting, all glistening with pre-cum.
Your stomach twists with a pang of fear. Your wide eyes give it away, and Daddy notices.
“It’s okay, babe,” he presses a kiss to your temple. “Just give me your hand.”
He guides your hand to his mouth, letting you wet it with your spit. He shows you the motions, teaching you how to stroke his thickness. Your small, delicate hands can barely handle the movements.
“Like this, Daddy?” you whimper.
“That’s it, princess, just like that. You’re being so good for Daddy.”
You work the tip, your hands unable to cover his full length, and it makes you drool. You don’t bother hiding it when you bring your mouth closer to Daddy’s cock, letting all your spit and drool flood your hand and his length.
“Oh my—fuck—God, peach…”
Your movements get faster, stronger, more intense. Daddy’s groans fill the room, making you wet all over again. It’s like he’s savoring every second, like he might die in the next minute.
“That’s it, princess, keep going for Daddy, sweetheart,” he groans again.
Your little hands work together now, milking him, your breasts bouncing so brightly, lit up by the streetlight. You feel the veins throbbing, like he’s about to explode.
“It’s so pretty, Daddy,” you say.
“Oh, sweetie… fuck, peach! I’m gonna—”
The groan he lets out now is different, like something he’s been holding back his entire life. Thick, hot, white ropes burst from your little hands, the seed you came from spilling so forcefully, so thick, that even your breasts are coated in the beautiful white liquid.
“Oh my God, peach,” he pulls your head close, pressing a long kiss to your temple.
You pull your hands back, tugging the blanket between you.
“Did I do good, Daddy?”
Joel gives you a long look, seeing your perfect breasts covered in his own seed, the seed you came from.
“You were perfect, babe.”
Nicola notes: can't believe something that came straight from my therapy ended up getting so many sweet messages, so here's part 2 hehe i kinda love admitting this turned into a series, it makes me really excited! if you liked it pls leave some feedback! love u all peaches!!
(!! english isn't my first language and this text wasn't originally written in english, so sorry for any mistakes!!)
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