Oct 18, 2025
I’m obsessed with this angle.
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I’m obsessed with this angle.
please please PLEASE more hyperspermia with joel. maybe a longer fic where he just keeps filling reader over and over and over and talking sooo filthy. maybe sprinkle in some mean joel… 😔
(need this man #raw)
One more
Parings: mean!joel miller x fem!reader
Content warnings: explicit content 18+, overstimulation, breeding kink, hyperspermia, degradation (calling reader 'milkslut', 'cumdump'), praise kink, cock bulge/belly bulge, cum inflation/swollen belly, hair pulling and slapping, possessive and mean!joel, choking (consensual), dirty talk, use of pet names 'babygirl' and 'sweetheart, excessive cum play, potential physical exhaustion/weakness of reader.
Word count: 1000
Your body's already trembling neath him, the sheets ruined, soaked with sweat and slick and cum, but dosent stop.
He can't.
He needs it.
Needs you. Like this.
He mutters something under his breath, something low and filthy and before gripping your hip, hauling you up onto your side. You're pliant, twitching, a gasp trapped in your throat as he rolls you, presses his chest to your back and sinks back inside your slick, aching cunt.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy
neighbor/dbf! joel miller (40) x female reader (20)
warnings: 18+ smut: age gap, dirty talk, hair pulling, un protected p in v, oral m receiving, daddy kink, sneaking around.
summary: it’s the annual father’s day cook out in jackson. joel, your neighbor and dad’s bestfriend who your secretly hooking up with looks so good so you treat him to a nice father’s day present.
wc: 1.3k
A/N: happy father’s day joel miller 🫶🏻🫶🏻 wrote this super quick so sorry if it’s terrible.
It was the annual Father’s Day Cook-Out in Jackson, the whole town gathered at each other's houses to celebrate the fathers, uncles, and grandparents.
The smell of barbecue ribs and grills took over your entire street.
Every household cooked food for the whole town; it was sort of a huge potluck.
You were currently sitting outside in your front yard, people watching. Your dad chose to grill some burgers and hot dogs for the cook out, so he was beginning to prep the grill for the long night ahead of him.
Next to him was his best friend, Joel Miller.
He was your next-door neighbor and a father to his thirteen-year-old daughter, Sarah.
You babysat Sarah a few times now that you were back from college for the summer. Joel paid you well, and in many different ways.
What your father didn’t know was that you were fucking his best friend behind his back.
Those nights you stayed the night at Joel’s house because you ‘fell asleep on the couch after putting Sarah to bed’ was all a lie.
Joel was actually just pounding you into his mattress all night long.
Last night was no different.
“That’s my girl, taking my big cock in her tiny little pussy.” He grunted into your ear. Joel was railing into you from behind, his hands holding your wrists behind you against his chest.
“Fuck, Daddy! Feels so good!” you whined. His hand came over your mouth to shut you up.
“Quiet, if you wake Sarah, we stop.” He released your wrists, causing you to fall forward into the comforter. “Moan into the bedding, baby.”
Tingles go straight to your pussy at the thought of last night. Fuck you wanted him again. You wanted him right now.
You walk up to your dad and Joel.
“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!” You say to your dad with a hug. While your face is over his shoulder, you make eye contact with Joel. His eyes are dark at the sound of the name you call him in bed, coming off your lips.
“Thank you, sweetheart, you tell Joel that yet? He’s a father too, ya know.” Your dad says.
You smile at Joel, “Happy Father’s Day, Joel.” He nods as a thank you. You fake yawn while looking at him, before looking back at your dad. “I think I’m going to take a power nap, I am just so exhausted from last night.” Joel coughs.
“What happened last night? Weren’t you just babysitting Sarah?” Your dad asks curiously.
“I was, she’s just a lot at bedtime, really wore me out.” Your dad lets you go with the agreement that you come back out in less than an hour to help plate people's food.
As you walk to the front door, you sway your hips a little in your cherry dress you had worn just for Joel. Cherries were his favorite.
Before closing the door behind you, you look over your shoulder at Joel. He was already staring at you, so you smirked at him before going inside.
Once you made it to your bedroom, it’s not long before Joel is walking through the same door and locks it behind him.
Joel had told your dad he was going inside the house to prep the food, and he’d back out once he was finished. He left out the part that he was about to go fuck his daughter under his own roof.
“Jesus, baby. What were you thinking, teasing me in front of your old man?”
“I just want you so bad, daddy.” You whine as you sit at the edge of your bed starting at him with doe eyes.
“Your pussy misses my cock already? The pounding I gave ya’ last night just wasn’t enough?” He walks up to you and brings his hand up to your chin.
“Need it.” You tell him. “Use me how you want. It’s my father’s day gift to you.”
“Oh, sweet girl, how thoughtful of you.” He flips you over, so you’re bent over the end of your bed, on top of your pink ruffled bedding. “You wear this for me, sugar? You know how much I love cherries.”
“For you, daddy, only you.” That perks his cock right up. He’s fully hard in seconds from grinding against your ass.
“I’m all achy.” You cry as you dry hump the bed in a desperate attempt to get some friction against your clit.
“Oh, my baby is needy. It’s okay, I’m gonna fuck you so good, daddy will take care of ya.” He tells you before hiking your dress over your hips.
You wore the tiniest little lace thong for him. You wiggle your butt against his hard on. Joel is sure he could come from that alone.
“My god, baby.” He says, and you giggle.
He quickly takes his leaking cock out of his pants before spitting down your ass. His fingers rub his spit down to your pussy, which is already extremely wet.
“Mmm, put it in, please, want you inside of me.” You say, at the feeling of his finger prodding your entrance.
He slaps his hard cock on your pussy a few times before entering.
“Fuck, Daddy!” It feels like the wind got knocked out of you from how big and girthy he was. You don’t think you’d ever get used to it. “It’s so big!”
“Take it, baby, just take it.” He moans before grabbing your hair to create a makeshift ponytail around his wrist. Your back is now against his chest as he fucks into you.
This angle allows him to hit parts so deep inside of you.
“I think this pussy was just made for my cock, baby. What do ya think?” You nod in agreement. He was like your missing puzzle piece, you felt so empty without him. He pulls your hair for your lack of words. “Say it.”
“It was made for you!” You cry. You feel your pussy clamping around his throbbing cock, so you start rubbing in circular motions on your clit.
If anyone were to walk outside your door, they would hear the sound of your wet pussy taking Joel’s cock. You’d hope your dad was still outside.
Just a couple of more thrusts, and you were coming on Joel’s cock.
“There it is, baby, come all over my cock.” He says as he lets go of your hair and fucks you through your orgasm.
You whine from the feeling of him still in you, your legs shaky, and you feel like you could fall over on the mattress if he weren’t holding you up by your hips.
He kisses your shoulder before slipping out of you and flipping you back over to sit on the bed.
You make eye contact with his bright red cock in your face, his tip still leaking.
Your mouth starts to water, so you lean forward and place a soft kiss on the head of his cock before looking up at him. “I want to make you come, daddy.”
“Go ahead, baby.” He encourages you, and you lick up his length before taking him into your mouth. “Shit.” He cusses.
You take him all the way in the back of your throat, your nose hitting the hairs at his base, causing you to gag on him.
You loved hearing the noises he made when you gave him blow jobs; it was your favorite thing to hear.
Your head bobs up and down in his cock, slobber spilling out the sides of your mouth. You looked like pure sex, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.
“Just like that, baby, I’m gonna come.” He moans out.
That only motivates you to get him to his end. You speed up in your movement, gagging a few times.
“Come in my mouth. I want to taste it, Daddy.” You tell him, and that’s all he needed to hear.
Warm spurts of his come shoot straight into your mouth. It fills your throat; you have to swallow to not waste any of it. He’s a moaning mess above you.
You swallow the last drop and open your mouth to show him.
“You’re so good to me, baby,” He moans at the image of you below him, looking completely fucked.
“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.” You say.
“Thank you, baby.”
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME🦮
pedro pascal is definitely boyfriend material
he’s so boyfriend…..
Cinnamon House and Back Aches
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader Summary: Joel’s a needy man who wants to take care of his wife after a long day, but his aching bones have other plans... Warnings: +18 MDNI, foreplay, sexual tension, mentions of sexual activity but none of that in the end! no outbreak, Joel Miller!husband, old man Joel (age not specified), silver fox Joel, Joel's a grumpy but loving man, petnames, no specific description of reader Word count: 1k (oneshot)
Notes: Hi there! It's sooo nice to be here and writing for you again! This is a short one, but I really enjoyed writing it. See ya around!
Credits: Those gorgeous dividers were made by @viviansturns and @strangergraphics !!!
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It was a nice morning in Austin - slow, warm. You have deep cleaned the whole house when Joel was away, working his ass off at the construction site. Fresh sheets, mopped floors, your whole home smelling like cinnamon, the scent strong, yet so tender in its own unique way, especially during such a chilly day in Austin.
You were paying little attention to the dull series playing on the TV in the background, more focused on preparing dinner for your poor old husband. Eyes drifted up - 3PM - he should be back soon. These days he was coming home quicker than usually, having claimed that Tommy and the boys were handling things by themselves. You never did complain of course; you missed that man like crazy.
Table all set, coffee prepared, you waited cuddled against Bear - Joel's huge bloodhound. He has found him all alone and abandoned near one of his job sites a few years ago. He brought him home, washed him, fed him but stubbornly refused to let him stay for long. To his misfortune, you were just as strongheaded.
"He's just a baby!" you huffed at him, your husband's back facing you, already thinking if any of the people he knew would want to adopt a goddamn puppy.
"Already told ya, sweet. He's goin' to be a damn beast when he grows up. Ain't got the time nor the strength to raise him properly." Joel mumbled. You opened your mouth to protest, but his voice came faster. "And I won't leave you to bring him up by yerself either, the house's gonna turn into a hellhole." he grumbled.
Either way you did not give up - feeding the pup, letting him sleep in your bed, what often made Joel scoff and argue with you, because "Dogs belong outside" and "He ain't going to stay anyway, woman". Nevertheless after a few weeks of constant yells and him sleeping on the "very comfortable" couch, he gave in, accepting the defeat and slowly warming up to the silly ball of happiness, learning to actually love his role as a dog dad.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the familliar growling sound, Joel's aged truck pulling into the drive. He was inside within seconds, letting the cool swirl of winter air inside, before he kicked the door shut. Bear was on him instantly, tail thumping and drool hitting the floorboards.
"Hey, Bud!" he smiled, just a small crack of his lips. "You been good, ye? Keepin' an eye on things?" your man cooed, ruffling the dog's ears with his huge hand.
"Well, hello to you, too." you chuckled, leaning against the counter. "See the dog's still the favourite. Nevermind the wife who's been scrubbin' the house and cookin' all day so you can come back and play the king"
Joel paused, his boot halfway off. His hazel, stern eyes softening the moment he properly caught sight of you.
"'S that right, little lady?" He finally stepped out of his work boots, padding toward you. "Such a hardworker y'are." he pinched your hip, nuzzling his big hooked nose against your hair. He took a huge, shaky breath, inhaling that apple pie scent like it was the only thing keeping him upright. The fragrance always grounded him, you grounded him.
"Tommy's been nagging my ass all day, do this, do that... Forgot I am his associate, not a freakin' grunt." he grunted after a while.
You chuckled and put your, oh, so blissfully warm hands on the broad chest of his, pulling away gently. "Still didn't get used to that?"
"Won't ever, with the shithead he is" he mumbled, sipping the coffee you've prepared for him. "Back's killin' me too..."
You rolled your eyes. "Of course it is, you crybaby. Eat up, before it gets cold." and so he did.
Doing the dishes and humming a song, those strong arms wrapped around your middle, the four day stubble of his creating a pleasant, burning sensation against your neck. The familliar action of him biting your earlobe made you shudder. "Thought your back was hurtin'?"
"It is" he said in between kisses. "My woman..." those big hands traveled under his favourite dress, scratching your deliciously thick thighs. "Missed you... So darn much..."
"Joel!" you chortled at his actions. "You pig!" Miller took you by your butt and put you on the counter, spreading the legs he wanted to kiss and bite right now. He wanted to disappear in between them, get lost in the taste of his beautiful girl.
"Shush, hun, let your ol' bad bastard have this." his kisses traveled south, your neck, collarbones, the valley in between your still clothed breasts, until his knees popped when they hit the cold tiles. The curls of his head were now hidden under the fabric of your clothing, lips teasing, licking and sucking the plushy flesh, so close to where you needed him.
He took you by your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the wooden countertop, so ready for what was awaiting you... Then you heard it. A loud, sickening crack, not from his knees, but from his spine.
"Shit..." a groan, your eyes shot open.
"Darling?" You asked, gently helping his head out from underneath your dress. "Oh, Gosh, Joel, talk to me!" you called worriedly.
"'S good, just old..." he slurred. "M' sorry, cinnamon bun... Gettin' too damn ancient for foolin' 'round anywhere but a warm, soft mattress..." his cheek hit your warm thigh, thick, rough fingers playing with the cloth.
"Stop that..." you hummed, leaving a peck on the crown of his head, brushing those silver strands back. "Come on, I'll run you a bath and then give them sore joints a proper rub, yeah?" you gave him the pretty sunkissed smile he always fell for.
"Fine..." he grumbled as if to himself, languidly pushing up. You took Joel's hand into your welcoming one, slowly guiding him towards the bathroom, Bear following behind. "Told ya it was damn Tommy's fault..."
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