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“that’s my sister! that’s my younger sister! isn’t she gorgeous?”

[vngelisse]

★ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 ⸝⸝ JOEL MILLER. ৎ

synopsis : after yet another argument with your boyfriend, you find comfort where you shouldn’t—in his father’s lap.

table of contents : no outbreak!au explicit sexual content. father-in-law! joel x fem! reader. porn with little plot. piv. cheating. ddlg dynamics. age-gap not specified. reader’s in her mid twenties. daddy kink. lots of praise and dirty talk. spanking. morally grey relationship. slightly dead dove (?). sarah doesn’t exist here.

a/n : it's time to write for the loml, pedrito. ‹𝟹 hope u like it!

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Considering I have feelings, I'm like: Why are my clothes still on? ❜୧ tears : sabrina carpenter ও

The living room was quiet. Too quiet for a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting soft, warm orange reflections on the nearby surfaces. Tiny dust motes floated slowly in the stillness, resembling a sudden halt in time — as if hours had ceased to exist.

The scene looked picturesque, like a painting by some post-impressionist artist. There was a comforting, almost domestic aura in the air, the kind that would linger in the home of a loving newlywed couple.

However, if you stopped for a moment to truly observe, paying close attention to the details around you, you would notice the absence of the vows that this home should have held since the very beginning of its existence.

Of course, there were still traces of what “till death do us part” once meant — a shared bed, matching cups, a smaller pair of shoes by the door beside his, and what was the most convincing proof, a son.

But that was not enough to ensure that the rose of love that once bloomed years ago still shone with the same brilliance beneath the monotonous and hollow veil that now covered their present.

In fact, the flower that once symbolized their love and marriage had withered long ago. What began as a strong and loving union had turned into petty, pointless arguments that always ended in paranoid accusations of jealousy — the kind that inevitably led to the slow destruction of what used to be a sacred marital bond.

Although the question here wasn’t why his marriage was falling apart, but rather whether you cared in the slightest that he was still married.

It’s not like you ever gave it much thought. The reason Joel hadn’t gotten a divorce was because the legal process would’ve been just another pain in the ass in his already exhausting routine — and because his wife still clung to the idea of “the sake of their son,” a son who was already a grown man in his twenties, yet treated as if he were still a toddler.

But if you wanted to be completely honest with yourself, the answer would be no; you did not care in the slightest about the miserable state of your boyfriend’s parents’ marriage.

What did matter to you —and occupied your thoughts far more often than the dirty fantasies you were always daydreaming about— was the fact that it was your father-in-law’s bed where you had ended up most nights.

It had never been your intention for things to turn out this way. From the very beginning, there had always been a warm familiarity between you and Joel. Maybe it was the way his hugs lingered longer than they should, or the way his voice changed ever so slightly whenever he spoke to you.

Whatever the reason might have been — though you were convinced it wasn’t just one — it had turned into something darker. Something addictive. You knew perfectly well that, even though both your relationships were going through rough times, nothing justified the affair you were having behind your partners’ backs.

And guilt did gnaw at you, in the quiet moments when peace dared to visit. You knew that if he ever found out, he’d hate you —hell, he’d probably hate Joel too. But when Joel’s calloused hands were on your skin, when his cock was filling you up— there was no room for shame. Only pleasure. Only sin.

His touch, his voice, his kisses — everything about him was addictive. He was the forbidden fruit you couldn’t stop eating from, no matter the guilt that followed after. You were weak when it came to him, and it didn’t take long before you gave in.

And that’s where you were right now — trembling thighs spread wide across Joel’s lap, cock stretching you open slow and steady on the living room couch.

Your little whines broke the silence, high-pitched and desperate as you tried to sink down on him. His lips curved into a smirk, beard scraping warm against the curve of your neck as his hands steadied your waist.

“Easy now, baby girl,” Joel rumbled, voice low and sweet in a way that made your stomach flip. “Take your time. Daddy’s thick, gotta ease her open.”

Your cunt fluttered around the fat head of his dick, the feeling of his manhood snug inside your walls making you squirm. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he held you there, refusing to let you drop all at once.

“Daddy,” you whined, the word fragile and needy. “S’too big… it won’t fit,” your hips jerked in helpless little circles, like your body couldn’t decide whether to fight him or pull him deeper.

Joel chuckled, the sound rough, amused, and full of heat. He spanked your ass lightly, the crack of it echoing in the room. “I know, baby, I know… You’re takin’ me just fine, sweetheart. Sweetest little pussy I ever had—spoilin’ me rotten, darlin’.”

The praise made you melt, made your pussy clench down on him so hard he hissed through his teeth. “Fuck, baby... you always come crawlin’ back to me all needy after fightin’ with my boy, huh?”

Your stomach twisted at the reminder. The fight with your boyfriend still echoed sharp in your mind—his harsh words, the way he accused you of never being satisfied, of always wanting more.

And maybe he was right, you did want more…

Just not from him.

“Shh now,” Joel soothed when your eyes watered. He tipped your chin up, thumb brushing your lip softly. “Don’t think about him. Think about your old man. Daddy’s the one takin’ care of you, ain’t he?”

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding quickly. “Only you, daddy.”

“That’s my girl,” he praised, guiding your hips down until you were fully seated on his cock. The stretch burned, making your thighs quiver, but fuck if it wasn’t perfect. You gasped the moment he bottomed out, feeling overwhelmed as Joel groaned, forehead pressing against your temple. “Good little girl… Takin’ me so deep. Pussy knows who she belongs to.”

You whined again, burying your face in his neck as he bounced you slowly, using his grip on your ass to lift and drop you on his lap. Each push dragged a choked moan out of your chest. The pace set by him was deliberate, almost teasing, just enough to make your clit throb for more.

“See how perfect you fit?” Joel murmured, planting wet kisses along your jaw. “He don’t know how to treat you right, sweetheart. Always yellin’, always naggin’, makin’ my little baby cry. But daddy makes it all better, don’t he?”

“Y-yeah,” you hiccuped, body trembling as his cock nudged that soft spot inside you. “You make me feel so good.”

“That’s right,” he rasped, one hand sliding up your back, the other smacking your ass hard enough to make you yelp. “My sweet girl. Daddy’s good little girl.”

You whimpered, rocking slightly in his lap, cunt clenching greedily around him, begging silently for more.

“Bet he don’t even touch you right,” Joel rasped, his mouth hot against your ear. “Bet he leaves my baby girl cryin’ in bed, achin’ for somethin’ he can’t give.”

“…Daddy—!”

“Shh, baby, I got you,” he whispered. “Just bounce for me. Wanna hear them pretty noises. That’s all daddy needs.”

Your hips moved faster, chasing friction, your slick coating his cock as he groaned low in his chest. His voice dropped darker, sweeter—praise laced with sin. “He don’t deserve you,” his palm smoothed down your back, firm and possessive. “Never did.” He tilted your chin up so you couldn’t look away. “But I do.”

Oh god.

Your lashes fluttered, mouth falling open as you started to sob little moans. “Need you, daddy… please, need you so bad—”

Joel spanked you again, sharp but not cruel, making you jolt against him. “I know, baby,” his lips lightly brushed against yours, gently nibbling on them. “C’mon now, move those hips for daddy. Show me how bad you need him.”

You whimpered, bouncing down harder, thick length hitting the deepest parts of your warmth. The wet slap of your cunt against his thighs filled the living room, punctuated by your desperate little cries every time his balls smacked your cheeks.

“Good girl. Doin’ so good for me.” Joel praised, groaning low. “Look at you, ridin’ daddy’s cock like you were made for it. So much better than him, huh? He couldn’t handle this sweet pussy even if he tried.”

Tears pricked your eyes—not from pain but from the sheer intensity of it.

And perhaps from the truth in his words as well.

“Shh,” Joel soothed, kissing them away even as he fucked you deeper with a sudden, brutal thrust of his hips. “Don’t cry, baby. Daddy’s got you. Always.”

The rhythm grew rougher, his hands guiding you up and down, spanking you in between, every praise soaked in possession. “Just like that, pretty girl, ride daddy nice and deep. Gonna fill you up, baby. Give you everything he can’t.”

His words tangled with the echoes of the fight—your boyfriend’s accusations, the way he said you’d never be loyal. And he wasn't wrong when he yelled that truth in your face.

But as Joel’s cock pulsed inside you, as he whispered filthy praise into your ear, you knew where you belonged.

You sobbed, feeling that familiar bliss curl hot and dizzy in your lower belly. He started fucking up into you harder, chasing your high before he even contemplated his own orgasm. “Gonna come for me? Gonna let daddy have it?”

“Y-yes! Daddy, please—! Please—!”

“Let it go, baby, let it go, soak all of your old man’s cock.” You cried out, the sound muffled against his chest as he coaxed you to come.

Not long after you shattered around him with a cry, milking him hard as he held you against his chest. “That’s it, angel, just like that… I gotcha, always gotcha, sweet thing.” He kissed your temple, chasing his own high desperately.

Moments later, his whole body stiffened under you, burying himself deep as his spend filled you up to the brim.

His groan was low, raw, his hand cradling your head with adoration as he stayed there, cock snug inside you, keeping you as close as humanly possible.

You clung to him, trembling with the aftershocks, guilt swirling somewhere in the back of your mind—but drowned out by the warmth of his arms.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Daddy’s proud of you.”

You blinked up at him, face flushed and damp. He brushed his thumb over your cheek, gentling you after the roughness.

“Don’t you worry about him,” Joel said firmly, eyes dark with something possessive. “Long as you need me, I’ll be here. Always, baby.”

And despite the shame that twisted in your gut, you melted against him, letting his love swallow you whole. Because no matter how wrong this was, you believed him when he said that no one else would ever love you like this.

And maybe he was right.

Because only daddy knows best.

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[httpsastral]

so you're telling me that in FIVE YEARS no one in Jackson got with him???? HELL NAH i don't believe it

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Pov: You are Pedro's girlfriend and this is your camera roll.

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Found this gem deep in my files lol

[lady-bess]

I mean, if you insist-

[hsispunk]

tattoo artist! joel miller x female reader

warnings: 18+ smut: age gap (he’s 40s your 20s) joel is kinda mean in the beginning but ends up being soft, p in v (unprotected), cream pie, oral f&m receiving, dirty talk, pet names (baby/baby girl), praise kink, fingering, spanking.

summary: you go to Miller’s Ink for your first tattoo and get more than you asked for.

wc: 2.5k

A/N: okay so let’s pretend in the pic of joel he has a tattoo gun in hand😇 also i feel like i cld lowk make this into more parts like where she keeps going back to see him for tattoos & sex so let me knooowwww!!!

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You never saw yourself getting a tattoo yet here you were.

Everyone around you had at least one. Your mom had a flower on her back, your dad had a cross on his chest, and your roommate, aka your best friend, Lauren, had multiple doodles all over her body.

Hers were all done by the one and only, Joel Miller.

Lauren had tried to get you to come with her multiple times, but you couldn’t ever commit. You were also scared by the idea of a needle repeatedly driving into your skin.

It wasn’t until a couple of days ago that you decided you were going to get a tattoo. You had this idea of a small, risqué tattoo that only a few would see.

You were hoping they took walk-ins, so you head on over to Miller's Ink.

Miller's Ink was owned by the Miller brothers, Joel and Tommy.

Tommy was Joel’s younger brother, but the work they both did was amazing. They were also easy on the eyes.

A bell chimes over the door as you walk through. A young lady looks up and greets you.

“Welcome to Miller's Ink! I’m Dina. Name for the appointment?” You look at her, and she sees it in your face that you didn’t make one. “That’s alright hun, we do walk-ins. Let me see if we have any openings today.”

She walks to the back, where the two brothers are currently tattooing people. They talk back and forth for a few minutes.

You make eye contact with the one you know as Joel. The rumors were true; he was hot. You start to feel hot under his gaze, but he looks away as Dina walks towards you.

“Alright, I got bad news and good news. The bad news is we have no more openings for today. The good news is that we can get you in tomorrow. It’s going to be closer to closing, though. Is that alright?”

You would take anything you could get, so you agreed on 6pm tomorrow night with Tommy Miller.

Although Joel was more known for doing tattoos, you heard Tommy was just as good.

You walk out of the shop, wondering what the hell you just signed yourself up for.

It was a tiny tattoo, but it would be on your body for the rest of your life.

You tossed and turned all night, thinking about how tomorrow you no longer would have bare skin.

It was the next day, and you woke up at 12 in the afternoon.

It was hard to sleep because of your anxiety for today, but the excitement started to kick in.

You took a shower and shaved in preparation for your tattoo placement. That was one thing you knew they would do, which was shave the hair off the area, so you decided to do it yourself.

It was hot in Jackson, even when the sun went down, so you wore a flowy mini skirt and tank top.

You didn’t bother with a bra because you didn’t have much boob anyway.

Next thing you know, you’re in front of Miller's Ink.

This time, it was on the empty side compared to yesterday. It almost looked closed.

The same girl who greeted you the day prior was coming out from the back with a purse over her shoulder. She looked like she was about to leave. “Hi! Good to see you again! I’m glad I caught you before I left. Joel is ready for you in the back.”

You look at her, confused, “Joel? I thought you booked me with Tommy.” It’s not a problem, you just wanted confirmation.

“Yes, sorry, originally Tommy was going to be doing your tattoo, but something came up. Joel was happy to stay and do yours.” She smiles. “Well, I’m on my way out. Good luck on your first tattoo!” And she walks out the door.

You look at the open hours on the sign at the front desk counter and read that they close at 6 pm. What? You think to yourself. You immediately feel bad that he was doing your tattoo after hours.

Behind the front counter, you see a man with his back toward you, prepping a tattoo station. It’s Joel.

You’ve never talked to him in your life besides hearing what others have told you. This was your first introduction.

“Hi? Joel?” You say with his back still towards you. He turns around and looks at you, then spins back around.

“I’m ready for you.” Okay, so maybe he isn’t the talkative type.

He instructs you to sit on the table, and you see your tattoo you had talked about with Dina yesterday printed out in multiple sizes.

Lucky You in cursive was what you would be getting on your lower back.

It was a little promiscuous, but you liked the idea of a tattoo being seen by very few people. Lauren was going to freak out.

“Lie on your stomach for me.” He tells you, so you do it. You feel his black rubber gloves hover over your lower back with an alcohol wipe. He swipes it over you before grasping the stencil. “I’m going to place it down, then you can confirm if it’s where you want it.”

The paper hits your back, and his fingers rub over it before peeling it off.

He walks you over to the mirror to check out the placement.

It’s exactly where you want it. It sits in the perfect spot and peeks out between your skirt and tank top. You love it already, and it wasn’t even tattooed on you yet.

“I love it.” You tell him. He doesn’t say much, just nods. “Definitely not a talker,” you say under your breath. He acts like he didn’t hear you.

He has you go back to the tattoo table, and you lie back down on your stomach.

The nerves start to build up that a needle is about to drag across your skin until the tattoo itself is finished.

“I’m going to do a test line for you to get familiar with the feeling.” He tells you as he lifts your tank top higher up so it doesn’t get in the way.

You feel his hands on your lower back as he brings the tattoo gun to meet your skin. The feeling is like a small sting, but nothing unbearable. If anything, his big hands on your bare skin have you feeling a type of way than the needle penetrating it.

“Is that alright?”

You look over at him. “Yes, not too bad.” And he continues.

He’s been tattooing you for about thirty minutes in silence when he decides to speak up.

“So what’s the meaning?”

You weren’t expecting his voice to break the silence, so you jolted. His hands were gripping you a bit as if he was telling you to stay still.

“The meaning?” You ask, confused.

“Yeah, girls always have meanings for their tattoos. So what’s the meaning of this one?” He sounds super uninterested in hearing what you have to say, but he’s probably just trying to make conversation.

“Oh, um, nothing really. I just thought it would be cute, is all.”

“Cute?” He questions. He wasn’t buying it.

You actually thought this tattoo was quite sexy. The idea of someone taking you behind while looking down at the ‘Lucky You’ above your ass, but you weren’t planning on explaining that to your tattoo artist.

“I wouldn’t call it cute.” You look over your shoulder at him.

“Then what would you call it?” You ask, and he finally looks up at you, putting down the tattoo gun on his rolling stand.

“Slutty.” He says as he wraps it up with some clear tattoo wrap and pats your lower back. “It’s done.”

Although you are in shock that he just called your tattoo ‘slutty’ the degradation from his lips turned you on. You see him walk over to the mirror.

“Are you going to look at it?”

You immediately get off the table and walk over. It’s perfect, Joel did an amazing job at bringing your idea to life.

As you’re looking at it, you feel Joel’s body right in front of you. You turn around and become face-to-face with him.

“You like your slutty little tattoo?” He smirks. Heat washes through your body and straight to your core.

You look up at him. “I do.” His hands wrap around your waist. “Want to know the real meaning behind it?” He nods, "It's a reminder for those who fuck me from behind to know just how lucky they are." Your foreheads are against one another now.

"Can I be one of those lucky fuckers?" he asks.

You answer by smashing your lips into his. He's rough with the way he moves his tongue against yours.

He reaches down to cup your ass, the feeling causing you to moan into the kiss. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth before breaking apart.

You keep eye contact with him as you slowly drop to your knees, your hands drag down his body.

Joel looks into the mirror that's in front of him. He has the perfect view of your tattoo as you kneel and undo his belt buckle.

He's big and girthy, you're not sure how you're going to fit the entire thing in your mouth, but you'll find a way. You want to make him feel good.

"You gonna suck on a cock of a man old enough to be your daddy?" You don't answer, just pull him out of his boxers and lick up his cock. "Fuck," He says as he places his hands in your hair.

Joel was older, you could tell, but that's when you knew they were good at sex. Older men always had more experience. You had been with one once before him, and it was the best you ever had.

You take his cock all the way, and your nose hits the hair on his base. His tip hits the back of your throat and causes you to gag. You stay there for a second before coming back up for some air. "Shit, baby, you're a little cock slut. Taking such a big cock in that tiny little mouth." Slobber spills out the sides of your lips.

His dirty words go straight to your pussy. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs to get a little relief as you take him in your mouth.

You swirl your tongue on Joel’s slit, the most sensitive part of his cock, before he rips you off and forces you to stand up.

“Don’t want to come yet, need to fuck you from behind.

He drags you where he had just done your tattoo and bends you over the table. You look over your shoulder at him.

“Gonna fuck me and stare at your work?”

He pulls down your skirt and panties as he gets on his knees behind you. His hands spread your cheeks before planting a slap on them.

“I’m gonna devour this pussy first, then I’ll fuck you.” He dives his tongue straight into your cunt, licking from your folds up to your hole. “What a wet fucking pussy. All this for me?”

“Shit, Joel!” You bite your hand from how good it feels. No one has ever eaten you out from behind, only fucked.

You feel his fingers travel down to your pussy, and one teases your hole. He pumps it in a few times before he’s completely wrecking you.

His tongue on your clit while his finger plunges in and out of you is over whelming your vision starts to go white.

“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” And those were your last words before you came all over his finger and mouth.

You feel weak from that earth-shattering orgasm Joel just gave you. His rough hands grip your hips to keep you up.

“We’re not done, baby, gonna fuck you from behind now. Nice and slow.” He rubs his palms over your ass in a soothing motion.

You just whine and nod, too fucked out to say anything.

He takes hold of his cock, and nudges the tip against your entrance, “Take it, baby. I know you can.” He slowly pushes into you, pussy still pulsing from your orgasm. “That’s my good girl, just sucking me right in.”

He feels huge inside of you. You’re not sure how he’s fitting with how big he looked earlier.

“Mmm, Joel, feels so good.” You tell him. His thrusts are slow, but they hit all the right spots. He’s being gentle with you.

He looks down at the fresh ink covered by the plastic wrap. “Lucky me.” He says under his breath.

His hips start to pick up as he tries to reach his high. “Wish I could come all over this tattoo, baby girl. Would look so pretty.”

He hunches over you as he brings his hand in between your thighs and starts playing with your clit.

It’s still sensitive, so you shudder at his touch.

“Come inside me, Joel. Want you to fill me up.” You start to fuck back on his cock, wanting to reach your high too.

Joel’s view is erotic, your plump ass bouncing back on his cock, all while staring at his work that is forever on your body.

“Come with me, baby, come on my cock.” You still, as your orgasm hits you at once, Joel grips your hips to be flushed against his. “Fuck, just milking me.”

He paints your insides with his come, you feel so warm and full. You wish you could stay in this moment forever.

“Joel.” You whine as you pulse on him.

It’s silent in the tattoo shop, besides both of your panting. He pulls out of you, and you moan from the discomfort.

He stares at his come dripping out of you before he walks across the room and grabs a rag to clean you up.

“For someone who doesn’t talk a lot, you sure do during sex.” You say to break the ice.

He laughs and helps put on your skirt and panties.

You stand in front of one another, both fully clothed now. “Thank you.” He looks at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Not for the sex, the tattoo! Well, the sex too, but-.” He kisses you to shut you up.

“I get it, it’s all good.” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear, “I do free touch-ups, so whenever it starts to fade, come in and ask for me.”

His demeanor is totally different than when you first walked in here. He’s a big softie.

“I will.” You smile, and he walks you to the front door. You say your goodbyes, and you’re on the way back to your apartment.

Over the walk, you try to comprehend what just happened.

Joel gave you a tattoo. Then Joel fucked you. Not only that but he actually came inside you.

What the fuck.

You walk into your apartment and shut the door, not knowing Lauren is sitting on your couch.

“Is that a fucking tattoo?” You turn around so quick. Her face is in shock, jaw dropped.

“Surprise?”

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