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Daddy Issues - Joel Miller x Hyperfem!reader

Fic description: 18+ mdni. pre!outbreak dom!joel miller x hyperfeminine subby!fem!reader, major size!kink, age gap (Joel in his early 40’s, reader in early 20’s) slow burn at first, daddy issues, daddy!kink, unprotected sex, lil bit of corruption/innocence kink + slight breeding kink. 2.4K words.

A/n: Will probably write a sequel.

You loved living in your quaint little suburb of Austin, Texas. You lived with your dad, and only your dad. He wasn’t too nice, though, yet at least your house was. You just didn’t have a good relationship with him. He didn’t take care of you, didn’t praise you, never really cared for anything you’d do. Yet, you loved your little suburb. The weather was beautiful, especially in early summer, late May. It was on May 11th that your new neighbor moved in. The moving truck spent a few days parked in the driveway, the sun beating down on the black asphalt.

You saw two middle aged men, a pickup truck, a girl around the age of twelve to thirteen with them. You didn’t pay much attention to them until a few days later, one early morning, around 8am. You were starting the car you and your dad shared, the usual route was off to his work, then off to a day full of classes at the local university. Just to your luck, your new neighbors came out to start their car as well, a sleek pickup truck. Your dad grunts at them, hands on his hips, his usual stance (which did annoy the hell out of you…)

The two men began to walk across the driveway, most likely to say hello. The one with the black hair was Tommy. Him and your dad had hit it off, and were off to the side viewing the tools in the neighbor’s trunk. You said hello to the girl in the back of the car as well, her name was Sarah. The other neighbor now rushes out the front door, shouting at Tommy to hurry it up. You take a look at him. He looks right at you. Fuck. He was beautiful, his brown eyes simply pierced through you. You froze.

“Hey there,” his smooth Texan accent drawled out at you. “Hi,” you reply, shortly and abruptly. “I’m Joel. That there’s Tommy. We just moved in next door,” he says, his voice gruff yet his tone gentle, as if to not spook you. He was intimidating — you were barely over five feet tall. He was probably six, and then some. You reply back, telling him your name, and then pointing out your dad, who was still talking to Tommy. Joel quickly walked over to them, and exchanged pleasantries with your dad. The group then got into the pickup truck, yet not before giving you another look when he left. You stood there for a bit, mulling over the interaction in your head, until your dad nudges you to snap out of it. You think about it for the rest of the day, during your lecture, during the drive home. Joel made you feel a certain way. He looked so big, so strong. You saw how nicely he treated his daughter. That did something to you.

A few months later -

Your father and Tommy had gotten on pretty well. They’d spend a lot of time together. Him and Joel — not so much. He’d always leave you with Joel as he went to the garage with Tommy. At first, it was awkward. His daughter, Sarah would sometimes be with the two of you, and you’d all watch a movie. It was just as awkward with her, and without.

One day however, the two of you started talking. Your dad was in the garage with Tommy as usual, you were on the couch with Joel. It was an incredibly hot summer day, and you were wearing a white top and a very short, pink miniskirt. You folded your hands over your lap as you saw Joel’s eyes shamelessly rake over you.

During your conversation with him, you found out more about his job as a contractor, he told you what he would do on a day to day basis. You told him about college, your social life, the both of you even shared an interest in music. It was all fine, until he asked you if you had a boyfriend.

“Um. Actually, no. I don’t,” you meekly reply to him. “Don’t believe that’s true, darlin.’ I’m sure a pretty girl like you has peaked at least a few guy’s interests,” he replies. God, that voice. It was going to kill you one day. You shake your head, letting him know that it’s true. He scoffs, and then freezes. “Shit. I’m sorry. You’re young. Shouldn’t prey on you like that, darlin.’ You should just go home,” he murmurs, his voice quiet, he was most likely embarrassed. What the hell was he doing? He couldn’t be with the neighbor’s daughter, and he was twice her age.

“Umm. Joel,” your dainty, gel manicured hand grabs his wrist, effectively stopping him in his tracks. He turns around to meet your doe eyes. “Don’t apologize. I feel the same way.” His face lights up, taking your hand in his. You feel his other hand cup your cheek, engulfing your entire cheek in the palm of his hand. “I’m glad, darlin.’ You always look so fuckin’ sweet, so adorable,” he smirks. You look up at him, and before you knew it, your lips met his.

His kiss is soft, gentle, as if he’s scared to hurt you. He tasted like a hint of tobacco, you feel his stubble against your cheek. His kiss then gets harsher, his large body cornering yours against the wall. He stops for a bit, looking out the window, worriedly. You ask him what had him so concerned. “Looks like my brother and your dad left. Wouldn’t want your daddy findin’ out that his little girl is gettin’ fucked by the neighbor, huh?” You moan at his comment, he chuckles. “I’m probably even older than your dad, huh, sweetheart?,” he taunts, his soft lips leaving kisses over your cheek, trailing down to kiss at your neck for a bit.

“Y-yes. Joel. Please…,” you whine out, desperate for more of anything from the man. You feel his broad chest against yours, his hands now tightly gripping your hips, squeezing them, exploring your body. Your hands did the same, now wrapped around his neck. He lifts you up, carrying you up the stairs, into his room. His biceps strain against your small arms, God — how you wanted those strong arms around you, holding you!!

He puts you down onto his bed, alongside himself , pulling you into his lap, gazing at you hungrily. “Look at you, darlin.’ You’re a fuckin’ dream, I swear. Got a sweet lil’ thing like you, all to my fuckin’ self.” You shudder at his words, blushing. “Want to be yours, Joel. Would want that so bad,” you meekly murmur to him. He chuckled again. “So shy f’ me, huh?,” he says to you, bringing you in for another, stronger kiss. You run your hands through his hair as he pushes you down into the bed, his body caging you close to him. His large biceps rest by your head, as his veiny hands squeeze and knead at your chest. “Perfect tits you got, sugar. Lemme see ‘em.” He helps you pull off his shirt, and you do the same. His large hands fit so perfectly over your tits, he is just entranced by you.

You feel his hand slide down your torso, your pink nails coming up to grasp at his wide, hairy forearm. You gasp in shock as you feel two calloused fingers slip in between your folds, gently massaging your clit. Fuck. So gently. You were losing it. “Joel. Joel. I — um,” you try to express something to him, your words were failing you. He was calm and collected as ever, his dark eyes burning through you, as he watched you come undone for him, your hand coming up to cup his face as to ask for another kiss, his soft, thick lips on yours, his nose on your cheek, his gruff grunts that drove you insane.

“Ready? Ever had, um, ever done this before?,” he asks, stumbling over his words. “No. But I want to. You won’t hurt me,” you reply. “Fuck,” he quietly grunts to himself. “Never even done this before, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I got you, princess. Gonna show you what it means to take your man’s cock. It’s gonna feel good, you’ll see, darlin.’ But you tell me if I hurt you, ‘right?,” he speaks down to you, patronizing but soft. It made you feel cared for, loved. “Yes, daddy.” Shit. It accidentally slipped out. Your scared gaze met his, his eyes only bore into you more and more.

“What did you just call me?,” he asks, slowly. “Fuck, say it again, darlin.” You giggle, his tongue meeting yours as he pushes into your mouth. “You want me to be your daddy, huh, sweetie? Want me to take care of you, fuck you good?,” his voice having a hint of possessiveness in it. “Y-yes. Daddy. Please…”you beg him at this point, his fingers still working you open.

“Little cunts so wet f’me already. Think she can take me in? Think so,” he grunts, his fingers leaving your soaked folds as you whine. You feel his soft cockhead slap against your clit for a bit, his veiny, thick cock soaked with precum already. God - it was wide. So wide that you weren’t sure if he’ll fit.

“S’so big, Joel. Won’t fit…” you moan out. “It’ll fit, baby. Daddy’ll make it fit, don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head ‘bout it, sweetie.”

With that, you feel him slide into you slowly. “Now you tell me if I’m hurtin’ you, ‘kay?” You nod slowly, your face growing redder by the second as his thick shaft slides into you, ever so slowly. You feel his pulsing cock inside you, he grunts as your walls squeeze and milk him for all he’s got. “So fuckin’ tight. First time takin’ this cock, she’s doin’ so well, sugar,” he coos at you, lost in pleasure as you squeeze around him.

He finally bottoms out, his soft tip hitting your g-spot so perfectly! You whine at him to go deeper, faster, you craved to just be stuffed full of him for as long as you could. His chest hair meets your smooth chest as he presses himself down on you, his full body weight enveloping your tiny body. “Gotta be patient, darlin.’ Gonna give it to ya.”

You felt him rock into you deeper and deeper, the veins on his cock brushing against your tight tunnel, his balls ever so softly hitting your lips as he rocked in and out of you, his pubic hair meeting yours. The musky scent of his sweat, his biceps bulging next to your neck, his dark brown eyes staring onto your bouncing little body. To him, you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. He wanted to make sure you knew that.

“Joel. D-Daddy. Gonna cum. Please, fuck — want it in me!,” you squeal out to him. “In you, sugar? That’s what ya want? For me to knock up a sweet lil’ thing like you? No, no, gotta wait for that, hun,” he tuts at you. “What would your real daddy say if he found out, huh? If he saw his girl all round and heavy, all cause of a man who’s just as old as him?” You moan out in response. “You want that, huh, darlin?’ Wanna be full of me?,” he taunts.

You nod desperately. He does not listen, and pulls out, but not before giving you a few last, fulfilling thrusts. His cum is splayed out all over your soft tummy, he leans off from on top of you and goes to get a towel to wipe you down. You feel so sleepy, so good, so taken care of as he lays back down onto the bed, his big arms coming to turn you over, so you could lay on the safe haven that is his chest.

You lay your head down onto him, you hear his slow heartbeat. His gruff voice speaks up. “Didja like that, darlin’? Showed you a good time, didn’t I, sweet thing?” “Y-yes. You really did, Joel. What about my dad, though? Feel like I should get home…,” you nervously trail off.

“Home? Now? When it’s so dark out? Not safe for you, sugar. You just stay over at mines. I’ll get you a blanket and one of my shirts to sleep in, yeah? We’ll deal with everythin’ else in the mornin.’” You nod, agreeing with him. You rolled over to smell his pillow, god — it smelled just like him, so entrancing. You felt so taken care of as this older man ran around his house to get you a towel, some clean clothes. He treated you so, so, nicely! You felt so safe with him, most importantly. You wanted him to be with you, protect you, make you feel good, like he did now. You smile to yourself as you think about it, interrupted by his entrance into the room.

“Got one of my shirts for ya, darlin.’ And if you get too hot, you let me know, I’ll turn on the ac for ya,” he gently says, as he walks over to join you back in bed. You smile, and gingerly take one of his shirts to put on. It was so huge on you! He brings you onto his lap, his veiny hand coming over to grasp at your cheek again. “Doin’ ok? Just checkin’, didn’t want to hurt ya too much or anythin.”

“I’m okay, Joel. Don’t worry. I should have spent this time with you earlier,” you confess to him. You loved being around him, especially if he treated you in this way. You didn’t have to worry about a thing, as long as he was there with you. You had a feeling that you weren’t just any girl to him.

Maybe you were right. Joel hasn’t felt about anyone like this in years, until the first time he saw you, your pink miniskirt, sparkly necklaces and all, he knew he had to have you. He got you, and that was all that mattered, as you drifted off to sleep in his big arms, he couldn’t help but think how he needed to keep being with a sweet girl like you, how innocent you were, and how goddamn lucky he was to have you all to himself from now on.

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alien-magnolia · 11 months

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please could i request a joel miller x female reader smut where they’re playing 21 questions and they’ve always flirted and she asks him awkward/sexual questions like “which way does your cock bend” and “what turns him on” etc etc, and it end with hella smut, lots of daddy usage and maybe squirting i’m a sucker for squirting 🫶

A/n: Hey :) sorry it took me a while to get back to you, but we here now. Hope u enjoy :) and feel free to send more requests

21 Questions

Tw: dom!coded Joel miller, subby!fem reader, innocence, corruption kink, bj, squirting, age gap

18+ minors DNI. Wc: 1.8k

A late evening in early June. 8 o’clock, and the sun shines over a rich dark green lawn, paired with a light blue suburban ranch home. The wind gently pushes the colorful windchimes near the oak door, on a porch entrance. Inside, a young woman. Outside, an older man, shuffling upon the porch.

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The doorbell rings throughout the house, you rush quickly to open it. Tonight you had on a pure white mini-skirt, a lacy top to match, that showed off your cleavage perfectly. You were still a Virgin, yet something changed when you first met Joel. You wanted him, in a way that you haven’t wanted any guy you’ve met before. Besides, Joel was not just some guy. He was a man. With your meet-up with him tonight, you wanted him to know how you really felt. You just didn’t know how to do it.

Your small, dainty, hand opens the door. There he is. “Heya, sweetheart,” his thick Southern voice drawls across the living room. Your eyes fixate on his Adam’s Apple, you watch it with curiosity and intent. He catches your glance, chuckling, as you shyly invite him in.

He sits down on the couch, manspread. You gulp, telling your eyes not to draw over to his crotch. “How about a beer, Mr. Miller?,” you offer. “Please, sweetie. Call me Joel. Yeah, I’d like one.” You nod, as you scurry over to the kitchen to bring him a beer. You bend over as you are by the fridge, reaching in for a nice, cold beer for this incredibly attractive man in your living room.

You bring him the beer, and he thanks you, patting the spot next to him, on the couch. A cue for you to sit. You cross your legs, folding your hands over your lap, your diamond ring on your one hand shining. You were quite different from Joel. You did not spend all day in the dirt like he did. This aspect of him, only made you want him more.

“Hey. Um. Can we play twenty-one questions? Maybe get to know each other a little better?,” you gingerly ask. “Sure, hon. How about I start, yeah?”

You nod. “How old are you again?,” he asks. “I’m twenty-two. I know you’re a lot older than me,” you chuckle, looking at him. “Fifty-six,” he replies. You are in awe of this. This was a huge age gap. You start to feel a bit of wetness growing, spreading across your pink lacy thong.

You giggle, crossing your legs together to ease some of that tension. His chiseled arms, the brown — gray stubble on his face, his deep brown eyes, those soft, pink lips. You wanted to kiss him right then and there. You restrained yourself. “Can it be my turn now?,” you ask, batting your eyes at him, while your manicured fingers tap on your smooth, soft, thighs. “Sure, hon. Ask away,” his deep southern drawl just excites you even more.

“What’s your type? Do you like it if someone is younger than you?,” you pose the question as innocently as possible. He chokes on his beer, nervously chuckling, and wiping his mouth with a napkin. You beg him to tell you the truth. Something tells you that you would like the answer you find. “I do, yeah. Frankly, to be honest, hon, someone as young and sweet as you, is exactly my type.”

Your heart rate begins to quicken. You looked into his eyes, it felt as if they were pulling you in. You smile a bit, confessing that you were into him as well. More questions begin to arise, as he downs the beer you gave him, even tilting the bottle towards your mouth so you can have a little sip.

“What turns you on, Mr Miller?,” you say, out of the blue. The both of you were a little tipsy on the beer at this point. He chuckles. “You really wanna know, sweetie?” You nod eagerly. “Well, you see, I like good girls. Obedient, sweet, good girls that listen, wear nice lingerie, and know how to suck cock the right way,” he states, matter of factly.

Your face began to burn as you squirmed around in your seat on the couch. You failed to notice that he had moved a bit closer to you. “I can do that,” you whisper, now noticing how close he was to you.

He smiles, and then brings his face closer to yours, two pairs of lips meeting for a kiss. A long, gentle yet passionate kiss, you felt his tongue slip inside your mouth, his stubble tickling your cheeks in the most wonderful way.

“How about another question, sweetheart,” he starts. You nod. “Ya think that tonight, I can see what’s under that pretty skirt of yours?”

This was it. It was actually happening. “Yes. Please,” you moan a bit, breathily. “My good girl, using her manners. C’mon now. On your knees f’me,” he commands, sternly but softly. Fuck — you loved it.

Your tiny hand palms him through his jeans, feeling the bulge grow bigger and bigger with every stroke of your fingers. Soon enough, a tent in his jeans appears, and you want nothing more than to put your face in it. You look up at him. “Can I?” He nods. You begin to unzip his jeans, your small hands around his belt. Both jeans and belt fall to the floor, and you stare with hungry eyes at his tent in his boxers.

Your small hands gingerly pull off his boxers, revealing his already erect cock, with a good bush to match. You run your hands all over his v-line, tracing spots there, feeling his coarse hair. You shift around on your knees a bit. “Come up, sweetie. I got something better for ya.”

You get back onto the couch, as he lays down, his big arms behind his head, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. His coarse hand comes up to hold your cheek. “Look at you. Gorgeous. Ready to suck my cock, sweetie?,” he asks, gentle. You nod.

Nervously, you move yourself closer to his cockhead, giving it little kisses, as you make eye contact with him. His deep moans can be heard, softly, like music to your ears.

You give his cock a bit of kisses, before taking it in your mouth, God — it was so soft, so warm, it sat perfectly in your throat!!! Periodically, his cock became firmer, harder, as you took it deep down your throat. You looked up at him for approval.

His eyes were closed, head up high, moaning, softly, you watched those little hairs on his chest slightly move with every of his motions.

His eyes meet yours. A toothy smile. You smile back, as you pamper his cock with some kisses. “Fuck, hun. Jus’ like that. Being such a good girl for me, yeah?,” his raspy voice startled you.

You shook your head, giggling, as his large and hairy hand came up to give your face a few reassuring rubs and nods. You continue your gentle kisses and licks on his cockhead, tracing all three, bulging, prominent veins on the sides.

He stops you. You are confused —- what if he didn’t like your head anymore?! Could you have done something wrong?

“Sweets. Hows about I put it in, yeah? Wanna see how nice and tight and pussy this is,” he gruffly says, waiting for your approval.

You nod, looking at him with those sweet, doe, eyes, as he stands up, towering over you. With one big knee pressing into your thigh, his hands grab onto your thighs and roughly pull you forward. One hand on each side, caging you into him. You’re brought in for yet another kiss, longer this time, sweeter, the both of you smile into it.

You feel his bearded, rough cheek, against yours. Heaven. With that, you see him pull out a box of condoms.

“Joel. No need. I’m on the pill,” you softly say. He looks up, in shock. “Gonna let me, uh…,” he was about to start, then hesitates. “Breed me?,” you finish for him. There was that toothy smile again.

“Open f’me, sweets.” You do as said, your plump thighs spreading on the bed, ready for him to inspect. You were his little cow, all ready to be bred and pumped full of cum, until she couldn’t walk!!

“Fuck. Lemme see how good this cunt’s gonna take me, yeah?,” he asks, a predatory gaze in his eyes. Well, you certainly did feel like his prey. You feel his hard length slide into you, pulsing, hot. It felt like you were filled up to the brim. He was around eight inches, it felt like. You could feel that warm, round sack against your puffy lips. He starts slow, reaching in deep, causing you to shudder as his tip touches the tip of your cervix :)

Soon enough, his hairy thighs slap against yours, as he moves at a bit of a quicker pace. You feel his cock pulsating and twitching inside you, it just turns you on so much!! You squeeze tighter and tighter around him. You feel his veiny hands trail around your front to grip at your soft breasts momentarily, before returning to their guiding place on your hips, his grip so tight on you. Oh God — he was strong.

His grip tightened, rough, calloused fingers on the plush of your hips, tracing over those stretch marks :) You were glad that he liked them.

“Feel you squeezin’ me, princess. Tell me what ya want. Go on,” you hear his deep and a bit slurred voice above you. He must have been absolutely delirious by how tight you were around him. “Want you to breed me, Joel …please,” you whisper out in a breathy moan. You hear his chuckle — you loved how deep his voice was.

“Stay still, babygirl. Gonna give you my cum, gonna - fuck, make you mine, gonna fill you up,” he barely moans out, he was so close, you felt it. You both came at the same time, you were seeing white, hot pleasure, he was seeing the same. You felt a bit of cum spray out onto him, onto those brown, curly hairs all over him, that you loved so much. “Honey. Did you just squirt?,” you hear him ask.

You blush. What if he didn’t like it!? “Hey. Princess.” He must’ve felt your anxiety. “Calm down, yeah? I think it’s cute. Reckon, I’m glad I came over here tonight. You showed me a good time,” he gently says, as you smile up at him, closing your eyes as he gives you a little forehead kiss.

“Can we do this again?,” you sheepishly ask, as he wipes you down with a towel, and then leaning back onto the couch, patting his thigh as a signal for you to come cuddle. You oblige, laying your head on his hairy chest.

“‘’Course, hun. We definitely will.”

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alien-magnolia · 1 year

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Spoiled

Dom!codedJoel Miller x sub!coded fem reader

Fic description/ idea: Hyperfem!reader goes on a date with Joel, inviting him over for dinner, and a movie, on an early October evening. She’s a bit too feminine, childish, and very, very shy! That makes Joel want her even more <3

18+ mdni! protective Joel miller, hyperfeminine fem! innocent!reader, daddy!kink, breeding kink, corruption / innocence kink, bimbo/dumb!kink, praise/degradation! kink, bj, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) lil bit of service kink too

Wc: 3.7k. If you like this post, pls help a writer out and reblog :)

Part two: spoiled

October 7, 2001. 6:55 PM

“Shit, shit… you thought to yourself. He was almost here. A sharp knock on the door. Seven o’clock sharp, like he said. You hastily make your last adjustments in the mirror. Your white acrylic nails brush down your light pink skirt, a white little tank with hearts on top.

You dressed as if you were a child, and sometimes had no common sense. You loved stuffed animals and the color pink. Everyone has always told you that you were way too giddy, innocent. You wore bows in your hair sometimes. Nobody ever saw you without some sparkling jewelry — gold, usually. The man you were going on a date with? A contractor.

A construction worker, who spent all day in the dirt, working. Physical work — something that you were just not strong enough for. You scoff as you imagine your dainty hands doing such work. A bottle of Dior perfume, some heart shaped earrings, a necklace. White sneakers, a pink cardigan to match.

Joel was your first date, well — ever.

Before him, you haven’t gone out with any man whatsoever. It’s been a few weeks since you first met him, and the two of you have been on a few dates outside so far. You loved walking down the street with him, his big strides besides your little ones, his large hand always on the small of your back, guiding you. You felt so nice, so safe.

You skip over to the door, worried that he might be mad at you for making him wait. You open it. His eyes quickly dart over to you. “Hey, sweetie. What took ya so long?,” he asks, his gaze making you a little weak in your knees. You lean against the doorway, just in case. “Umm…,” you start off.

“I'm just messin’ w ya. Can I?” You nod, and move aside so he can step in. Tonight, your date was just going to be at your home. You even ordered some dinner beforehand. Your nervousness makes your hands shake as you try to close the door behind you. He comes up behind, his hands over yours. “Let me help, yeah?” You nod, blushing a bit. His hands were just so much bigger than yours!

“Hey. I, um, made us dinner. Well, ordered some. I can set it up, just sit down anywhere,” you babble at him. He nods, sitting at the counter. You set up a few plates and some food in front of him, even folding a napkin for him before placing it in front of the plate. He chuckles to himself as he watches you frantically search for a glass. You set it down in front of him.

“Something to drink, Mr. Miller?,” you ask, glancing down at your shoes. You were just too nervous!! “Some beer would be nice,” he says with a half smile. He thought you were god damn adorable, unbeknownst to you, of course. You grab a beer from the fridge, your small hands twisting around the cap, trying to open it.

“Lemme have it. Thanks, sugar,” his brown eyes concentrate on opening the beer, something that came so easily to him, his biceps flexing as he opened it.

You try to get onto the tall stool that you had for your island. You loved how modern they looked, and they fit the elegance of your kitchen. Only thing — you were too short for it. You struggle a bit to lift yourself up onto the chair. “Let me,” he says as he gently helps you up, his calloused hands running over the plush of your hips for a bit. He smelled like Old Spice and sawdust. Actually, there was some on his hands, now on your skirt as well.

“Thank you, Mr. Miller. Or, um — I can call you Joel, right?,” you sheepishly ask him as he walks back to where he was sat before. “Of course, hon.’ Joel’s fine. That mister stuff is too formal anyways. We’ve been on a few dates anyway.” You giggle at his southern drawl, slow, like molasses. “Just bein’ honest,” he shrugs in defense as he sees you try and hide your laughter. “I’m just really having a good time,” you reassure him, and he smiles at you again. God — his smile just made you melt!

You clean the table and wash the dishes after him, as he sits manspread on the couch, head tilted, watching you. Unbeknownst to you, he loved it when a woman cared for him like you did. After you finish cleaning after him, (he did offer to help but you insisted —) he asked you to join him on the couch.

“C’mere, sweetheart. How about a movie, yeah?” You nod and scamper over to him. “Ya into horror? I brought some DVD’s. My daughter and I watch this stuff all the time. Figured you’d like it,” he explains, patiently waiting for you to respond. You were absolutely terrified of horror movies, yet you figured you wouldn’t want to disappoint him. You agree, and he shows you this DVD case with a glowing pumpkin and knife, titled “Halloween.” He explained to you that it was from the 1970’s, as he got the movie set up.

The opening credits began to roll, you snuggled a bit closer to him. He was a bit sweaty, but you did not mind, he was probably just exhausted from work. “Sorry if I smell, hun. We had a tough job today. Came straight here after I was done.” “It’s okay! Must be hard to build stuff,” you say in an attempt to relate. “Well, technically, contractors don’t always build. They plan too, sugar,” he explains with a bit of a chuckle.

“Oh…,” you trail off. Fuck, you felt stupid. You didn’t know much about many things. Some said that you lived under a rock. You sheepishly blush as he leans over to give your cheek a little peck as he starts the movie. “S’okay, hun. I get it,” he chuckles.

At first the movie didn’t seem too horrible — it was just a nice showcase of a teen’s mid afternoon in late fall. However, you started to hide behind your hands, grabbing the nearest pillow, whimpering a bit even when the killer came on screen! Joel noticed you were starting to get a little uncomfortable, your pink nails fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

“Scared?,” he asked nonchalantly. “Um. A bit,” you confess, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. “Don’t be. Jus’ a movie, hun. C’mere,” his hairy arm stretched out to you, draping over your shoulders (and hip!) as you leaned into him. You place your head on his shoulder, you feel his prickly beard on your forehead.

As the girl on the screen continued to be stalked by the silent killer, from across the street, from her school, her commute home…you slowly slinked down the couch, until your head was basically next to the pillow Joel was leaning against.

The girl on screen was now watching tv under her soft throw blanket, the camera drifting to the backyard, where the sharp chill of the October air lurks, alongside the killer, now behind a tree. You close your eyes, covering them with your hands. You peek at the movie, seeing the killer lure the girl into the backyard. He strikes!!

You watch in horror as the killer puts his large knife into the screaming woman. Tears well up in your eyes, and your vision gets blurry! You begin to sniffle, this movie was just so, so, frightening!

Joel, entranced by the movie, looks down to see you sniffling, trying to wipe away the tears with your sweater. He reaches over for the remote to pause it. “Hey. What’s wrong, huh?,” he asks, voice soft, gentle, as if not to spook you.

“It’s a little scary. What if he comes after me??,” you ask him, voice breaking with a few sobs in between. “I’ll turn it off then. Should’ve told me ya didn’t like movies like this, darlin.’ I wouldn’t have watched it with ya,” he almost reprimands you, just like a dad would to his little girl. You sniffle some more, your doe eyes looking up at him.

He couldn’t let you know, of course, that your tears and cute little frown were making him hard as a rock. Well — not yet, at least.

He gently pulls you onto his lap, his calloused hands the size of your knee, easily wrapping around your thighs. This soothed you a bit, as well as igniting an ache in you — an ache that you rarely had.

“Was just a bit scary. But, I wanted to watch it to make you happy, Joel,” you tell him, a bit ashamed of yourself. “You already make me happy, sugar. Just by bein’ here with me. I’ll turn this off, yeah?”

You nod, clinging to him still as he turns off the tv. You smile at him, grateful that he has made you feel better. “Sorry if it scared ya. You probably don’t know much about things, but that’s okay,” he apologizes, his face getting closer a bit. “Is it ok if I kiss ya? You don’t have to say yes,” he reassures.

You giggle a bit. “I’d, um — actually like to. Cause I like you, you know?,” you shyly ask him, expecting a reaffirmation,validation, of your feelings for him.

“I’m glad,” he whispers, wiping some tears from your face. His large hand on your cheek guides your face closer to him, his soft lips meeting yours for a kiss. You felt his prickly beard on your soft cheeks, he tasted faintly of mint, some of the sawdust still stuck to his fingers rubbed off on your cheek.

His kisses got more aggressive, and there you felt that itch again! What was it?? He pulls away for a sec. “You still doing okay, sweetie? You wanna take this a bit further?,” he asks. You think. You were not sure. You never went further with anyone, ever.

“I do, here’s the thing, I — um, never did any of that stuff before. I hope it does not hurt…,” you trail off. He chuckles at your innocence. God — he was going to ruin you. In the best way possible.

“We’ll take it slow, yeah, kid? Your outfits n’ all, your hair, these cute lil’ things,” he points at the pink butterfly clip in your hair. “It just makes you look so goddamn adorable. Wanted ya for a while, hun.”

The heavy blush spread across your cheeks is paralyzing. You’re paralyzed. He’s so close, his veiny hand on your thigh, his stubble, his smooth Texan voice…fuck it. You wanted him. You wanted to go all the way.

“Okay, Joel. Let’s do it. You’ll show me, right?,” you ask, voice shakier than ever. Only his presence had your heart rate skyrocketing. “Yeah, sugar. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he says softly.

His hands grip your thighs tightly, squeezing. You sighed from his sheer strength, his calloused hands and thick fingers caressed your soft and smooth thighs. Your little manicured hands found his face, and then draped around his neck, his thick arms (with a large vein running down each of them, and plenty of hair <3 ) sliding up to hold you by your hips. You grind a bit up onto him, the soft plush of your thighs on his waist, so big, so wide compared to you. His lips keep in a dance with yours, soft, slow, warm. You were losing your breath kissing him, and yet you loved feeling his stubble graze your chin, over and over again, while he periodically let out a deep moan. You keep grinding into him, stopping all of a sudden once you feel his hardness beneath those cargo pants covered in remnants of asphalt and dirt.

“Did I do that?,” you ask, innocently. He lets out a soft chuckle. “See, hun?

His hands knead at your soft, plush, hips, slowly grinding you onto his already semi-hard cock. The tip touched your lips, and although both of you were still clothed, you tried your best to suppress a moan. You failed. Seems like he failed, too.

“Wanna help me undress, sweetie?,” he asks you, breath heavy just like yours, your lips felt cold without his. You nod silently. He brings a hand to your cheek to pinch it a bit, smiling. “What a good girl you are, hun. Get on your knees f’me.”

You do as said, sitting on your knees in front of him, his legs manspread. “Help me take off my belt, yeah?,” he asks, eyes meeting yours for assurance. You nod, you were ready. Your tiny hands find his brown, leather belt, struggling a bit to pull it off. Once the belt is loose, you wait for your next instruction. “Unzip. Go ‘head. I don’t bite,” he chuckles. “Not yet at least…,” he murmurs in a low tone.

Your face is hot, red and hot as you unzip his jeans, sliding them down, revealing his strong, hairy thighs, his toned lower legs, and most importantly — some gray boxers, sporting a noticeable tent.

Your eyes focus only on the tent. You swore you saw some pre-cum on those boxers. Fuck. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes. “What’s next, Joel?,” you ask, voice sickeningly sweet.

“Why don’t ya take off my underwear.” You do as said, his already hard cock springs out at you, the tip red, angry, leaking!! His cock had a large vein running down the right side, with some awfully plump <3 balls to match. You didn’t notice that you were drooling until Joel caught you.

“Drooling, huh baby? S’okay. I know I’m a lot to take in, kid,” he patronized you, as his big hand grabbed your face again, leading you closer to his cock. “Can use your mouth and hands, okay, kid? Don’t be afraid.” With that, his hand brings your face even closer to his cock. “Open wide,” he chuckles, and you do as said, tongue sticking out. With both his hands still on your face, he slides his cock in your mouth.

The tip feels heavy against your tongue, and drool covers the rest of his cock that is outside your mouth. You begin to gently suck, one hand at the base of his cock, the other fondling his balls. God — you started to hear the sound of those hearty moans coming from him, his big chest heaving, his shirt already off. He had so much chest hair!!!

His hands ran through your hair as you suckled on his throbbing cock. “Fuck. Mmm, that’s, that’s my good girl. My good little girl, pleasing me like this,” he moaned out, and you swore you felt yourself get wet. That was new to you.

His cock slides out of your mouth with a little pop. “‘Nough about me, sweetie. Why don’t you come sit on my lap? Take off that pretty pink skirt of yours, yeah?,” he asks, his smile predatory. He helps you off your knees, and pulls you into his lap, his hard cock now pressed directly against your lips.

“This okay?,” he asks, checking in. You nod, grinding your hips against him instinctively. He chuckles at your neediness. “Someone’s needy, huh? Does my little girl need daddy’s cock…,” he patronizes as he brings you in for a few kisses. “Daddy…,” you repeat back to him. That name fitted him, you thought. He was strong, caring, and most of all, took care of you and ALL your needs! <3

“Need it…,” you moan out, pausing for a bit, before adding a soft “daddy,” whispering it in his ear. He almost growls at you, hands bringing you closer to his dick, while he pulled off your skirt, revealing your pretty pink lace thong in view.

“Fuck. What I wouldn’t do to cum on this pretty lil’ thing of yours, sweetie. Y’know what, keep ‘em on,” he instructs you. You nod your head giddily, excited to finally take his cock.

After adjusting you and himself, his thick fingers trail gently over your lower abdomen, sliding in between your lips, massaging your lips and clit slowly, gently. He unclasps your bra, his large hands holding your tits, kneading them. You feel yourself losing your balance. He takes his fingers out, with a squelch <3

“Ah.. Joel!!,” you squeal out. “Already too much for my girl? Look at you, so wet f’me. You think that pretty pussy can take me?,” he questioned you.

“Yes! Yes, I promise. Please,” you beg him, as he tuts, almost not believing you. “Yes, what, sugar?” “Yes, daddy,” you obediently replied. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, pinching your cheek again with his strong fingers. With that, you feel the throbbing, hot tip slide into you. You already squeezed around his cock, so tightly, just wanting to be filled to the brim.

He groans loudly — “fuck. Pulling me in, sweet girl. Can I go deeper? How slow do ya want me?,” he asks you, still concerned since this was your first time.

“Want you in deep, daddy. Please, deep, and fast!!,” you cry out. “Alright hun. Grab onto daddy’s shoulders,” he instructs you, as he helps you move closer onto him, your hands moving to grip at the back of his wide back and neck, for support.

You feel him push into you, pulsing. He was in, halfway, and you already felt so full!! “Doing okay? Look at you, sweet girl taking my cock so well. Doing so good for me, sugar,” he moans out as he stills inside of you.

He had to be gentle, of course. He was sure there were going to be moments where his cock just simply bullied your pussy, but — now was not the time. It was your first time, after all. He was so glad to be the one to corrupt you. To give you your first, addicting, taste of cock. A taste you would never stop chasing.

“Gonna go all the way in now. Hold on, ‘kay?,” he reassures you. You nod, as he pushes into you all the way, in one big motion. His tip was reaching your cervix, brushing against that sweet spot perfectly!! He was that itch that you finally got to scratch.

He asks you how it feels. You tell him that you love every minute of it. With the help of his hands, he guided you up and down on his shaft, the sound of his soft, swollen balls hitting your lips was heard throughout the room. “J-Joel. F-faster. P-p-please.” Even with his cock pumping into you slowly, you were still almost at a loss for words.

“Look at you, using your manners f’me, sweetie. Doing good,” he patronizes you, it made you feel so needy, so dumb, just a cock hungry little thing all ready for him!!

He started bouncing you on his cock, faster, deeper, his balls now hit your lips!! All the while, his Texan voice just taunted and taunted you. “My good girl. Bouncing on my cock, like a little bunny.” You babble and moan in response. “Aww. Too full to talk, bunny? S’okay. You just sit there and take it,” he would say to you, in between kisses on your breasts and face!!

You were not sure about how much time had passed. All you knew was the feeling of him inside, twitching, his hearty, deep groans, pumping you full of his cum… you could barely sit up after how sore you were!! You had also experienced your finish too — it was amazing. The both of you came together, and after that you slowly started to drift into a sleep.

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“Ya with me, hun? Was I too rough?,” you wake to the sound of Joel’s voice. You were in your room, tucked under the soft, pink and fuzzy blanket throw you had over your bed. Joel was in his boxers and nothing else, next to you. You were in his arms, your head propped onto one of your stuffed animals. “Hi,” you murmur at him. “Hi,” he smiles back. “Was it okay? Did ya like it?,” he asks, with genuine concern. You nod, giddily. You tell him you loved it, and that you were glad that he was your first. He chuckled, “Glad you feel that way, sugar. I like these stuffed animals of yours too. They’re cute, like you,” he says, a warmth in his eyes. You smile back at him, bringing him into a kiss.

The two of you cuddled for a while longer, until he realized that he had to be back home. “But, um…Joel. My parents won’t be home for the weekend, and I don’t like being home alone,” you confess to him. Here was your innocence and naivety, once again. Most people found it annoying, or strange.

Not him.

He thought for a moment. “Ya know what, sugar. I’ll stay. You’ll be safe with me, sweets. Although I might have to go to work on Sunday,” he tells you sheepishly. You giggle and snuggle closer to him, his mustache brushing over your smooth face as he smothers you in gentle kisses. The rest of the night, the two of you spent it by watching more movies. He took care of you. He gave you what you needed, opened things for you, he even ran a bath for you later that night. How could someone be so sweet?

“You’re too nice to me, Joel,” you tease. “Sweet girls like you deserve nice, plain and simple, bunny.”

You giggle, a bit flustered as the next movie comes on screen. It was a perfect way to spend a chilly, October evening.

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alien-magnolia · 10 months

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can we please have a sequel to spoiled? maybe with cockwarming??

Definitely :) here it is! I will be more active on my page from now on after a short break, so expect some more stuff to come!!

Spoiled: Part Two

Fic Description: A late autumn Saturday: Joel decides to take his sickeningly sweet neighbor out for the night, their relationship reaches to further heights.

Tw: Daddy issues/ kink!, dom-coded! Joel miller, sub-coded! hyperfem reader, alcohol use, dark!Joel, creampie, breeding!

Wc: 2.7k

Saturday, October 16, 2001. 6:57 PM.

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Joel Miller stands under the hot, pressurized water of the shower, washing off all the dirt and insulation dust he had on his thick arms. He had just come back from a shift at the construction site — there were plans for a new house to be done by December. Time was not to be wasted. He usually would have stayed until nine in the evening. Not tonight.

Tonight, he was going to see that sweet girl again. He couldn’t believe how in the world, he could’ve gotten a hold of her. She was his neighbor, and it was meant to stop at that. However, it didn’t. The man did feel a bit guilty. He was fifty-six. She was twenty. Should he have not been doing this? What would the others say? Surely — he was glad nobody else knew about their relationship. He was sure the girl’s parents — quite affluent, would not be pleased. Yet, he did not care. This girl was the best god-damn thing that’s ever happened to him. He was not going to lose her.

He stumbles out of the shower, the hair on his legs getting caught on the towel, which he quickly dried himself with. A plain black t-shirt, jeans, his nicest belt. He rarely wore sneakers, yet he put them on tonight. Cologne. Lots of it. Slicked back hair with a tiny comb. A light jacket — for her. Shaving cream, a razor. He couldn’t have too much stubble, of course.

He rushes out the door, expertly deflecting Sarah’s questions. Soon enough, he waits in his truck. Her parents were home tonight, so she was to sneak out the back door, and nonchalantly get into his truck. There she was.

A white skirt, pink top. A little sparkly necklace. Diamond earrings, he was sure. Her dainty hands struggled opening the door of his Chevy pickup. She musters, finally, getting into the seat.

“Hi, Joel,” she giddily says to him, smile as wide as his. “Hi, honey. Quick now, let’s close that door so nobody sees us,” with that, his arm reaches over to close it shut, finally giving them the privacy they needed.

“Kiss?, she asks, batting her eyelashes, waiting. “Not now, hun. Don’t want anyone to see us. When we get there, yeah?,” he comforts her with a hand on her thigh, his calloused fingers squeezing and kneading the soft plushness of it. She crosses her legs over his arm, squeezing him back. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Not now, sweetie. At my house, yeah?”

She nods obediently. “There’s a good girl.” The drive to the bar was mostly silent, as Joel’s thumb continued tracing circles on her thigh, while she nervously squirmed in the gray seat of the car.

“We’re here.” “Lemme open that door for you, honey.” She agrees as he gets out of the car first, running over to open the door for her. Her small hand in his, he helps her step out of the large truck. She was very small, after all. A hand around her hip as they walk into the building. Everyone needed to know, she was his, after all.

~ 2nd person point of view ~

Joel’s hand was around your hip as he led you into the pub. It looked Irish, with a rowdy crowd of middle aged men, all instantly turning their heads to peer at you. You did not like the attention, your hand reaching to Joel’s arm for some sense of comfort. “S’okay, sweetie. They won’t hurt ya. You’re with me, yeah?” You nod.

At the counter, Joel orders for both of you: a shot glass and a bottle of Jack Daniels whisky for him, and for you: a Strawberry Daiquiri, extra sugar, pretty and pink. Joel’s inextricably large fingers grab the small shot glass, pouring himself that bottled auburn fire. You don’t know how he drank it — it was awful to your tastes. You nurse your cocktail, enjoying the mellow, fruity taste of it.

“How’s your drink, hun?” You smile and nod, telling him that it’s good, while taking light sips through the red and white straw, puckering your lips — and your eyes on his lips.

The alcohol was getting to you. You were a bit of a lightweight, after all. “Feeling okay?,” his hand comes up to your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to him. His body warmth did make you feel a little better. “I think the daiquiri was a little strong, Joel,” you reply. “Why don’t we go outside and get some air, yeah?,” he offers. You agreed, and he paid for the tab, helping you get off the high up stool by lifting you down by your waist. Your skirt was a little raised, and a few of the seedy working class regulars at the bar decided it was a chance for them to stealthily take a few glances. Joel noticed.

He quickly puts your cardigan on you, without you asking, and fixes your skirt, standing in front of you to block the men’s view of you. “What happened?,” you innocently ask, seeing if he will explain himself to you. “Come. Let’s go outside. Saw these men looking at what’s mine,” he huffs, in a tone of mild annoyance. You grab onto his large, veiny arm, as your heels stumble a bit on the gravelly asphalt.

He leads you back to his pickup, sternly telling you to wait, as you try to open the door for yourself.”I’ll get that for ya, hun. Didn’t want us to be seen too much, especially at the bar. Our situation — well, maybe it is a bit taboo, if that makes sense,” he explains to you, as he comes to your side of the car to open the door, and lift you up onto the seat. Again — without you asking. His casual dominance was very much getting to you.

“I know, Joel. It must be weird for those people seeing someone like you, with someone like me. I still want to be yours, though,” you mutter, batting your eyelashes, (which were currently sporting your very expensive mascara) your pink acrylic nails fiddling with your diamond necklace.

“S’fine. I’d want to keep a pretty thing like yourself, around, yeah? We’ll just keep it a bit of a secret. Especially from your parents,” he suggests, his medium brown mustache tickling your cheek as he gives you a gentle kiss. You nod, agreeing.

The drive home was filled with a few jokes and giggles, as Joel tried to lighten the mood. It worked, a little bit. One hand on the steering wheel, the other hand on your thigh. Your soft thighs squeezed around his hand, making him shift in his seat a little. He parks the truck on the other side of the street, as not to be seen going into the neighbor’s house by his daughter.

In the dark, with only one street light illuminating your path, the two of you walk to your porch, your hands sliding in the key to your door. You struggle to push open the door once it is unlocked. “Let me, yeah?,” Joel chuckles, and you watch how his muscles bulge from underneath that green jacket of his, how tightly his belt sits on his waist…

“You okay there, sweetie? Got it open for ya. This door is a heavy son of a bitch.” You nod, laughing at his joke, the feeling between your legs growing more hot by the second.

He sits on the couch, motioning for you to join him. He turns on the tv, the two of you cuddling while mindlessly watching the latest episode of reality tv. The both of you are still a bit inebriated from the alcohol. You feel it as Joel’s breath quickens, heart as well, you heard it as you were laying down on his chest. He sits up momentarily to take off his jacket, revealing a skin tight — simple, yet attractive, gray t-shirt.

“Was a little hot in here, hun. You sure you don’t want to take off that lil’ sweater of yours?,” he asks, a smile like the Cheshire Cat. “Okay,” you agree, and his rough hands slide the expensive and delicate fabric off of you, revealing your tank, your neck, your shoulders. So smooth. So young.

You smile, laying down on him again. You ask him a bit more about his job, eager to listen to him explain it to you. Someone as yourself could never partake in construction work — yet your curiosity got the better of you. You imagined him working under the sun, in a dirty uniform, using all his strength to handle construction tools and materials.

“Joel,” you squeak. He grunts back as an answer. A cue to go on. “How strong are you?,” you ask him. It was finally time to set the mood for tonight.

He chuckles. “Well, I handle some pretty rough tools and stuff like that at my job. Requires some muscle, ‘guess.” “Can I feel?,” you sweetly ask, looking up at him.

He nods, smiling down at you as your tiny hands run over his wide biceps. You give them a little squeeze. “Very strong,” you chuckle. You move your hand up to his beard, feeling it’s toughness on your smooth palm.

“Is my sweetheart gettin’ a lil’ antsy?,” he taunts, with his southern drawl, which you imagined would vibrate nicely against your puffy pussy. “Yes, Joel. Yes, um… daddy?,” you question, you could not remember if he liked that or not. “Yeah. Call me that, sweets. I’m old enough to be your dad anyways. Might as well, outta respect, yeah?,” he asks, his large body now moving over on top of you.

His calloused hands come up to cage you into the couch, as the two of you start fervently making out. His hands trail and explore your body, squeezing your hips, your thighs, your chest. One hand rests on your hip, swiftly maneuvering you into a position in which he can easily reach. Soon enough, you feel the large bulge in his jeans palm against your thigh, alongside some huffs from Joel.

“Thigh’s so soft, hun. How’d you get it to be like this, huh,” his husky voice sends chills straight down to your core. “Wanna, Joel… Wanna…taste you,” you plead with him, manicured hands running through his faded brown-gray locks.

“Daddy’s girl askin’ nicely, yeah? You’ll get your fill, sweets. I just need to have my fun first,” he huskily replies to you, and with that, skilled fingers begin reaching under your skirt, trailing over your pretty pink thong. His eyes turn wide when he sees your lace thong — draped over a smooth and curvy body.

His hands trail over the little bow on the piece, just above the plumpness of your pussy. “So fucking sweet. Lemme get a taste.”

You moan as you feel his beard on your soft tummy, on your thighs, his plush lips kissing in ALL the right places. You feel a few tiny kisses on the plush of your already swollen pussy. His calloused fingers trail up your hips.

“Legs up, girl.” You do as told, and he slides the thong right off you. Spreading your legs apart, he starts to kiss and lick at your puffy pussy with fervor, like a man starved. You feel the rumble of his deep voice against your clit— and it only makes you squirm for him even more. “Joel!! Ah” — you squeal, watching as his deep brown eyes look up at you from between your legs. He continues, hands tracing circles on your sensitive belly and hips, tongue alternating patterns, while lapping up at your lips.

“Joel..,” you whine. “Too much for ya, princess? Gonna have to lay there and take it,” he huffs in response. “Joel. Not enough. Want your… hah!!,” you can’t finish your sentence as you feel two of his fingers start to slide into you.

“Want my what? What is it, hun?,” he taunts. “Your cock. I - uh…,” you trail off, lost in thought as Joel tries to figure out what you’ve been going on about.

“Sweet girl wants daddy’s cock, yeah? Gotta wait, hun,” he huffs, and momentarily lifts himself off of you. “Been thinkin’ about your tight cunt. Jesus,” he groans, explaining himself to you, as he pulls his fingers out of you, as his hands work quickly to unbuckle his jeans, revealing gray boxers: sporting a tent, soaked with a bit of precum.

“Have a lil’ taste, sugar. Come on now, don’t be shy.” You oblige, smiling up at him as you press your nose into the tufts of his pelvic hair. Your small hands gently cups his bulge, massaging a little. You gently pull off his heavy jeans all the way down, running your hands over his muscular thighs, nice, warm, pressing against your neck. Joel lays down, hands on your hips guiding you to straddle his lap.

He watches you with hooded eyes, as you pepper his abdomen and happy trail with little kisses. Your bubblegum pink lipstick stains his boxers, you look up at him with concern, he nods, as if it is the ‘go-ahead,’ for you. He didn’t mind, and you were glad.

You press a few gentle kisses to the tip of his cockhead, running your tongue over the soft, smooth, skin. Your fingers gently trail up and down his shaft, massaging circles into it. You look up at him, while pressing a few kisses to his lower abdomen, his shaft, his balls. His head is thrown back, deep brown eyes still on you, mouth parted, panting. You couldn’t believe you could make him feel this good. “Keep going, sugar. Jus a lil’ more, and daddy’ll have his cock ready for ya,” he pants out, barely there because of your pink lips working their magic on him.

You make sure to kiss his balls too, gently, while cupping them in your hand. You take half his cock down your throat, trying your best not to gag. “Always wanted a girl to throat train,” he chuckles, as he pets your head, your eyes constantly watching each other.

You take a break from suckling his shaft and cockhead in your warm throat. He suddenly comes on top of you again, pushing you down into the couch. Your hands grip his broad chest, his shoulders. “Think my girl’s ready for some cock now, yeah? Gonna breed her, see if she likes it,” he tells you, in between planting wet kisses on your tits, your neck, pausing a bit to suckle and bite your nipples :) <3

Your back arches as he continues his treatment of your now erect nipples, hands groping your soft tummy and hips. His now angry, red and leaking cock, is aligned with your puffy entrance. You are his meal. His meal that he is about to very much enjoy.

“Let’s see how much this pretty pussy can take, sweetheart,” he groans, caging you into him again. With your legs over his back, your soft chest against his hairy, chiseled one, he starts to pound into you with great vigor and strength. His cockhead instantly reached that spot inside of you, that made you see stars. It was warm, pulsating inside you, giving your pussy the best treatment it’s had yet. His plump balls press against your red, swollen, lips, as you hear the sound of your skin slapping against his. His grip on your hips tightened, to the point that it was painful. Just a few more seconds, and the both of you were done for.

“Daddy…,” you barely manage to choke out, overwhelmed by his thick cock bullying your puffy pussy. “Gonna breed you, sweets. You just stay still now.” Joel kept his word, as the both of you reached climax, you felt his hot seed spill into you, almost up until your cervix. Your head swimmed and spun with thoughts of him making you his, his property, his breeding slut, his breeding cow. You were so giddy, you couldn’t wait.

After the both of you were finished, you fell asleep in his arms. You didn’t notice as he got you back into your original clothes from the night, taking his time to adjust your expensive jewelry. He even cleaned up the couch, and carried you up to your room. “Night, sweets. Thanks for showing me a great time,” he whispers, prickly mustache planting a kiss on your forehead, and leaving your room and house, to go back to his run of the mill life — as simply your next door neighbor.

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alien-magnolia · 9 months

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After Hours

Fic description: mean!joel miller comes home after a long day of work at the construction site, and isn't too pleased with his wife's dinner and appearance. Fun ensues!!

Tw: mean!dom!coded joel miller, sub-coded hyperfeminine reader, housewife and service knk dynamics, scent/dirt, bratting, free use, breeding. 18+ MDNI

Request: yes | no

Author’s note: thanks to the anon that requested this! I had a lot of fun with this story <3 if you like this post, pls help a writer out and reblog!! :)

A quaint, White paneled cottage style home, snugly parked at the very end of a cul-de-sac in the suburb of Dallas, Texas. Warm smoke is seen emerging from the chimney, distinguishing the cottage from the others lined up around it. The smoke was hot enough to be visible in a dreary mid-afternoon sky, in the middle of December.

A young woman inside the kitchen. Her dainty fingers, adorned with a large diamond ring, cut up apples and blueberries on a cutting board, placing them in the boiling pot next to her. She tries her best to look presentable, smoothing out her white apron, fixing her ponytail in the mirror.

She’s been at the stove all day, cooking dinner for her husband’s arrival. He provided for both of them, and his job at a construction site was very tough, hard to manage. She understood, and so her cooking dinner at home managed to help. However, she also did a lot around the house today. Cleaning, dusting. All that, plus the additional prep time for dinner, didn’t leave her much time to put herself together.

She was just about finished with her fruit punch and toasted chicken avocado sandwiches, when she heard the keys turn the doorknob.

“Hey, doll,” you hear that gruff voice you love from the hallway, as his heavy boots are heard with him walking into the kitchen. His calloused hands feel nice on the small of your back, as they wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. His stubble grazes your smooth cheek as he gives you a slew of kisses. He stops as soon as he smells you.

“Sweets. You don’t look too good,” his tone suddenly changes, from loving, to abrasive. “Joel — I didn’t have time to shower, okay? I know you wanted me all cute and clean for you, but…,” you trail off. “Ya didn’t. Don’t smell good. You know, I don’t like it when you smell nasty like that, hun,” he retorts.

“Sorry, Joel. I’ll know better next time,” you meekly say, with your head down. “What was that?,” he asks, tone dangerously low.

You knew what this was about. You didn’t use his honorific. His name. His title. The name that showed you that you, belonged to him.

“Sorry, daddy,” you pout, turning around to face him. “That’s more like it, girl. Since you’re already dirty, how’s about I add onto that, yeah?,” he snarls. With that, you realized that he hadn't even washed his hands when he came home from work, as sawdust and soil began to stain your pristine white apron, and your pink mini dress underneath.

His smell was a bit musky, mixed with sweat, and some other odor — that you couldn’t figure out why, yet it smelled very good to you. In fact, Joel’s smell relaxed you, calmed you down. It felt right. Your hands train up his gray t-shirt with flannel over it, and you look up at him, as if to ask for permission to take that off. He nods.

You gingerly slide off his flannel, seeing the marks of his day-job on it. He stops you when you attempt to see what’s underneath that gray shirt. “Daddy makes the moves here, sweets. Hope you’re not forgettin.’ Or are you, because you’ve just gotten a bit more dumb in the head, huh?,” he taunts.

“No, daddy. Haven’t. Promise,” you attempt to retaliate back. Usually, you would be a brat. Try and test him, just a little. Not tonight. You wanted to completely submit. You wanted to be his good girl. You were itching for that praise.

“Enough starin.’ Turn ‘round f’me, darlin.’” You stay still, wondering what would happen if you didn’t listen. His strong hands forcefully grab your waist, man-handling you, so that you were now facing him.

“Since you stink, I was thinkin’ I could use that pretty body of yours, huh, sweets? What do ya say?,” his brown eyes peered into yours. Even when he was mean, he still did ask for consent.

“Yes, daddy. Want it,” you reply, being met with his bearded face roughly digging into your shoulder, as he attacked your neck and collarbone with kisses. That led to more.

It led to you getting eventually bent over the kitchen sink, lace thong pulled down, feet kicked apart by his metal toed boots. Soil on the kitchen floor, soil on your dress, your panties. That sweaty cock of his, finally free, right where it belonged: in your puffy and swollen pussy <3 hammering into you. Joel was using his full strength, as the kitchen sink began to shake from the pace he set. You wanted it though.

You were his. His dirty girl, who didn’t make him dinner the right way, who forgot to clean up for him. That’s what you got for it — punished. You did love it though: you’d take his punishment any day.

“You’re mine to use, sugar. Just remember that,” his southern accent would drawl out, as he got you finally cleaned up, after soiling you even more. You’d sit down with him at the wooden table, dinner set, candles lit. You would happily eat your food, sitting on his lap — with his cum leaking down your legs <3

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