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Mmm hush puppies. Ty for rereading, Michelle 🖤 I hope the pool went up without incident!

sun's out, guns out

2.3k / bf's dad!Joel x f!reader / master list

WARNINGS: I8+ big girthy age gap (unspecified), exhibitionism, cucking, dirty talk, use of "daddy," unsafe P in V, depraved footsy. Not Dark. Previous: Sky's out, thighs out (1.5k); beach (short)

You’re having dinner at a beachside restaurant with Jack and Joel.  You’re seated at a relatively small round table directly on the beach. You’re all wearing sunglasses.   You’re closer to Jack,  and Joel is almost across the table. There’s a volleyball net between the restaurant and the ocean.  You’re wearing a beach dress over your swimsuit.  Jack is wearing a t-shirt over his swim trunks and Joel is wearing a tank top over his. 

On the way there, Joel told Jack he was gonna get a farmer's tan. "Sun's out, guns out, buddy." 

Jack has already had too much to drink today, and his sour mood is getting you down.  Joel can tell. After the hush puppies are delivered to the table, you get a text message. It’s from a new number and it says:

Say stop. 

Butterflies swarm between your legs and you take a deep breath through your nose.  You forgot Joel even had your number, and it’s not saved in your phone.  You don’t look at him right away, but out of the corner of your eye, you can tell he’s gazing at you hornily.  When you do look at him, you can see it in the corner of his mouth.  

The top of Joel’s left foot brushes your right ankle, then the outer side of your calf.  He slowly caresses you with his foot and you freeze your leg, afraid to move it awkwardly and call Jack’s attention.  On the other hand, Jack has been drinking and isn’t at his brightest.  

Joel hooks his foot around the outside of your leg and strokes the back of your calf up and down, a little higher each time.  When his toes dwell on the back of your knee, it sends a desperate pang of desire through your core and your foot involuntarily scoots forward.  Joel drags his foot all the way back down your leg and wedges his toes between your foot and sandal. He rests the foot on your flip flop and flexes his toes, nudging the bottom of your foot upward. You slip out of the sandal and put your foot back on top of it. 

Joel boldly scoots his chair forward and shifts in his seat.  Your face gets hot and you glance at Jack, who has his margarita turned up to his mouth and is shaking the ice to get the last of it out.  

Joel uses his right foot to lift your left leg and reaches down to accept it with his massive hands.  He sets your foot on his knee and briefly massages your calf with his hands.  You softly gasp.  He freezes and raises his eyebrows as though to say, should I stop?  No.  No, he shouldn’t.  You slide your foot toward him along his thigh, and he massages it in his lap for a minute.   You look out at the ocean and no one is watching, but anyone playing volleyball could see every detail of what’s happening. It turns you on a little. 

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After massaging you for a minute or two, he spreads his knees and sits your foot directly against his hard package. He takes a deep breath in through his nose as your foot presses into him at a slow rhythm, guided by his hand. He moves your foot with one hand and caresses your ankle with the other.   When his cock swells against the arch of your foot, your clit twitches, too.  You begin to move your foot on your own, softly pushing the ball of your foot into his warm, stiff cock until he’s rock hard.  He scoots his chair in more and leans forward with his elbows on the table to look at the menu. 

The waiter comes out and you take your foot away but scoot closer to the table.  Joel tilts his head as though playfully rolling his eyes but remains discreet through his sunglasses.  

For the rest of the meal, you mostly play footsty.  Then he nudges your dress up and strokes your inner thigh with his arch. Jack starts engaging more in the conversation and you close your thighs, clenching them as they hug Joel’s foot.  Joel manages to reach his toe to the crotch of your swimsuit. You’re so wet it’s evident.  He takes a sip of his drink, feels you’re that wet,  and says, “woo, this margarita’s strong.”  Before he can finger you with his toe, you discreetly push his foot away with a soft chuckle. 

Jack says, “Mine wasn’t.” 

“Wasn’t what?” Joel asks. 

“Strong.” 

Joel flashes his eyebrows. 

-

After the meal, Joel tries to get y’all to play Volleyball, but Jack won’t.  Another team is short a player and Joel joins them for a match.   You and Jack sit in the sand and watch.  Joel is tan and ripped and his muscular thighs swell out obscenely from his short, baby blue swim trunks.  When he spikes the ball, you can see his tan line and happy trail.  His pecs bounce and his stomach quivers when he lands back on the sand.  

Jack watches you watch Joel and the other men playing volleyball and says, “C’mon, let’s go back.”  

“Why?”

“Why not? We don’t have to hang out with him the whole time.”

The two of you leave Joel to his game and head back to the condo.  

You ask Jack if he wants to go for a swim, and he’s too tired.  It was an obligatory quesiton anyway.   Jack goes to y’all’s room to “rest.”  Soon enough, you expect he’ll be passed out.  

You go out to the pool and get in.  You bring your book to the edge and read.  You hear flip-flops clip-clopping up the concrete stairs.  Joel gets back from the volleyball game all sweaty and tired.  His chest heaves from jogging up the stairs. 

He peels off his sweaty tank top and says, “where’s Jack?” 

“Pretty sure he’s passed out.” 

“Good.”  He steps out of his sandals.  “Daddy’s home.”  

-

Joel dives into the pool, does a frog stroke underwater, and surfaces right behind you and shakes out his hair.  He doesn’t waste any time, hugging you from behind against the wall of the pool.  His large hands rest on your thighs. He spreads his fingers out and squeezes with his palms, pulling your ass into his crotch. 

“Look so damn hot,” he growls, “thinkin’ bout daddy’s cock.”  

He languidly drags his hands up over your hips and stomach, as though they’re hitched to you like magnets and he couldn’t pull them off if he tried.  He reaches your breasts and engulfs them over the bathing suit first. Then you keep your elbows on the side of the pool as he slides his hands into your bikini top through the lower edge.  He keeps his hands on your breasts as he sinks down into the pool.  Right at the waterline, he bites the bottom tie of your top and pulls it undone.  He plants kisses on his way up your back, massaging your breasts, then sucks at the nape of your neck.  The bikini strings float in the water and the top comes loose, allowing him to grab a real handful on each side. 

He presses his shorts into your ass again and his ample arousal makes you ache with need.  You sigh softly.  He says, “yeah, baby.”  He sucks your neck and grinds into your ass. “Feel somethin’ ya like?”   

“Yeah, Daddy. . . So big and hard.”  You push your ass back into him.

“Ohhhh, baby.”  He grinds his stiff length against you.  “Why don’t we take this to the shallow end,” he murmurs into the top of your ear.  You turn your head enough for him to see the go-ahead of your slight smile.  “Mmm,” he grunts as he presses his arousal against you again.  He rests his arms on top of yours and you let go of your book. 

He laces his fingers with yours and you let him gently bring your hands into the pool.  “Let’s go, sugar.”  He puts his hands on your hips, then turns you on your side with your ass against him and hooks one arm under you and one arm over you. Your legs trail behind you as he pulls you to the shallow end.  He slides a hand into the front of your bikini bottom before you come to a stop.  

-

The sun is just starting to set.  He pauses a few feet from the far edge of the pool.  You both come to a rest on your knees and face each other with your heads comfortably above water.  He grabs your ass and tugs you toward him, lifting you slightly.  You inhale the mix of sweat and chlorine and wrap your legs around him, his hard cock perfectly nestled against your cunt. He presses his lips into yours and grunts,  “Mmm,” into your mouth as his hard cock swells against your clit.  

Your swimsuit top is hanging futilely between your tits and your nipples harden against his chest, making him moan again at a lower pitch. 

His practiced tongue gently fucks your mouth, and you return, “Mmm.”   You open your eyes and he looks like he could eat you alive.  He extends his legs behind him and takes light footsteps on the bottom of the pool as you hang on tight, arms hooked under his, legs around his hips, torso in the water.  You’re both nearly horizontal but gradually making your way to the edge the closest to the condo.  

When you’re almost to the edge, he gets upright on his knees again, takes a breath, then your mouths meet again desperately.  You grind your hips into him, flexing your legs around him, pulling yourself into him harder. His mouth tears away to say, “Hell yeah, baby. C’mon.”  He grabs your ass with a thrust into your crotch, then plunges his hand into the bottom of your swimsuit to grab a naked ass cheek.  Then his hand travels lower and he dips his finger into your cunt from the back. “Fuck, you want it real bad.” 

“Yeah, Daddy” you pant, “real bad.“

The height at this spot on the wall is just perfect for his hips.  He says, “Upsy daisy,” and you jump as he gently helps you settle onto the concrete.  

-

Your legs spread wide and he leans forward.  His hard cock presses into your crotch again.  He holds a thigh with one hand and thumbs your clit with the other.  You groan and grab a handful of his thick, hard cock.  

“Fuck me, Daddy.” 

“Daddy’s comin’.”

You scoot to the very edge. 

“Little more,” he urges you closer and reassures you, “Daddy’s got ya.” He keeps one arm braced around you.  

You untie one side of the bikini bottom while he unties the other.  He pulls the fabric down in front, stares at your naked cunt, and breathes, “oh, fuck.”  

He pushes his waistband down and takes his stiff member in his veiny hand, drags the tip through your slick, then pushes into you with a groan.  You gasp at his girth and he pulls you tight against him as you’re filled by him completely. 

“Fuck, baby,” Joel pants. “Juicy fuckin’ pussy.”

“Yeah, daddy” you moan. 

“Nice ‘n wet for daddy?” 

You nod, unable to form words as he buries his length inside you. 

“Hell yeah, baby.” 

There are a lot of things you could be thinking about.  Jack sleeping inside – you think.  The families on the rooftops of neighboring buildings.  The fact that this is your boyfriend’s father.  

He slams his cock into you with a sigh. “Been thinkin ‘bout this all day, baby.” 

You nod. “Love your cock, daddy.” 

He groans. “Gonna make me come, talkin’ like that,” he cautions.  “perfect pussy’s got me close already.” 

“Need this cock,” you gush. He fits you so well.  You already miss his cock while he’s still inside you.  “Gimme more, Daddy,” you beg. 

“God damn, baby,” he says and fucks you harder. “Take it like an angel.”  

“Ugh, you’re so big,” you wince as he rails into you harder, filling you to the brim.  It’s incredible how much better he is than any other guy you’ve fucked.  

“You can take it, sugar.” He pounds into you, bottoming out each time. 

“Feels so good,” you manage between heavy breaths.  

“Ah, fuck, baby” he pants and slows his rhythm. 

“Don’t stop,” you beg and your legs pull him closer.  “Don’t stop.  Fill me up, daddy.” 

“Hell yeah,” he breathes,  “Yeah, baby.” He slams into you to the hilt, pushing your ass back  slightly on the edge, and you begin to unravel. “Yeah, come on this cock, baby.”  

You whimper as your cunt flutters around him.  Your body convulses into him and your juices gush onto him and into the pool.  

“Come all over me, bab-” it devolves into a moan, then, “oh, baby, yeah,”  as he pulses inside you with a face you’ll be thinking about for nights to come. He wraps your arms around you and stays as deep as possible while he comes, pushing ever deeper. 

-

The untied swimsuit bottom sitting beneath you has been pushed a little to the side from all the friction. 

“You’re really somethin’,” he whispers as he looks at you.  He kisses you on the lips again.  

Then he wraps his arms around you and you tilt your hips to get back in the pool.  You put your hands down on the edge and he helps you slide back into the water and tie your suit back up. 

“Gonna miss this,” Joel says and your heart drops. 

“Does it have to stop?” 

“Nah, baby.  Not unless you say. But I’m gonna miss this vacation.�� 

It’s not long before Jack comes outside, looking like he just woke up.  You and Joel are still in the pool, talking casually at the edge.  When Jack comes out, your eyes fall on the edge where you can see the remnants of cum even as the water evaporates.  You try to casually swim away from it.  

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Doodle by @divinehedons 💗

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Boyd as Clement Mansell in Justified: City Primeval (2023)

Black & White Edition of this gifset

The Drinking Edition.

one gif for each episode

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brotherly sharing, 18+

JOEL X F!READER X TOMMY MASTERLIST

Miller bros.

DADDY JOEL & UNCLE TOMMY, post outbreak

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Sweet little mess (12/8/23) - 3.2k

Tommy breeder POV (1/27/24) - drabble

The gusset (12/16/24) - 2k

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Leopard print 🐆🐆

STRANGERS to FILTH

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Spectators

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Main Masterlist

FIC RECS

A few of my favorite fics where joel & tommy share:

I can be your pretty girl part 4, and part 5 by (RIP) walkintotheriveranddisappear who sadly inactivated.

Liquid Gold by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

BAD BLOOD - step uncle Joel Miller and stepdad Tommy Miller @aurorawritestoescape

Smack my b*tch up, a dark raider AU by @milla-frenchy

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Hey! I love your fics about Joel Miller. 💜

Would you be able to post the Zebra Print to Tumblr where you don’t have to go AO3. I’m obsessed with the Miller Brothers. ❤️‍🔥🥵I love your series. I tried to sign up for AO3 but it says my invite won’t be sent until the end of next week. I don’t want to wait. 😂

Hello! Sure, I'll try to do it sometime this wknd. Ty for reading and for the kind ask 🌷🌻🧚‍♀️✨️🫶

Miller brothers sharing masterlist

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DOCTOR ROBBY WHATS UPPPPPPPP

Ahhhhhhhhhh look at that beautiful hand 🫠🫠🫠🫠 and nose... and smile... 🫠🫠🫠🫠

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💯% Miller Beef

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Hi! Do you know what happened to Romana? I can’t find her blog anywhere and I know you guys seemed to know each other.

Great news! Roman is here with a new url @cosmickid-inmotion. In fact, I just realized I have a pretty funny ask from him in my inbox 😭

Have a great day!

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I’m having a mental breakdown over Roman again I guess…

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I think they should have kissed

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....so Friendship gave me a lot of new favorite Tim Robinson moments

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Hell yeah! 🔥

Moon!!! This is amazing! I'm astonished at how well this AU works. I'm absolutely in love with it. I loved reader giving Billy a feel with her stepfather Joel watching.... and the ending??? Fuck yes!!!! Yes!!!!

✒︎ Finish what he didn't – Step father!Joel Miller x AFAB Reader

Featuring: Biker!DILF!Billy Loomis

A/N: I know I know... This is the strangest freaking combination of characters and AU and tbh I didn't think anyone would be interested in this craziness but the results of the poll and comments really surprised me so here it is. I worked with all my brain power to make my idea come to life and make sense from a reader POV. Ty for reading my fics and supporting my crazy ideas :')

Also, more sweetie/sweetheart reader for those who like the concept 🫣

Tags: @toxicanonymity @oldmanluvr13 @ghostieeez

18+ : Age gap (reader in 20s, Billy and Joel in 50s,) unprotected sex, cream pie, stepcest, weed, choking, threats, jealous Joel in denial, making out, daddy kink, bratty reader, rough sex, UNEDITED – If this flops I guess I'll cry a bit :')

It started off as a client – dealer relationship. His stuff is premium compared to what others are selling. Billy Loomis is a raider with a business. His clan is the biggest one in town so far. He’s a man to be feared, but fuck, the danger turns you on in a way that shouldn’t. 

You know he’s bad news, but when he arrives at your trailer with that goddamn motorcycle wearing his signature leather jacket you feel yourself grow wet the second you lay eyes on him.

Your step father, Joel Miller, doesn’t like your so-called “client – dealer” relationship. Joel Miller doesn’t like Billy Loomis. Hell, he despises him. The man isn’t blind and can sure as hell hear your moans when you invite Billy into your trailer home. Joel isn’t an insecure man though, he knows for a fact that he fucks you better than Billy fucking Loomis. And he sure as hell knows that at the end of the day you crave his cock more than anything. Your step fathers cock.

Yes, it’s a fucked up situation. Both of you know it, but when your mother passed away, no thanks to an infected, the grief was too much. The need for emotional support grew slowly. The lack of physical touch got the best of you, and you ended up bent over the kitchen counter of your previous home, regretting it that same night, but it was adding. The controversy. You needed the rush that anxiety and guilt created.

Eventually, you moved into a ranch with Joel, deciding to live separately in order to avoid any other sexual encounters and of course, that didn't work. 

It's composed of two trailers, Joel being the biggest one with a wooden shed he built himself to have his workshop for his projects.

Now…

With Billy Loomis? You have sex to get what you want. It always works, and that's how it started, but one thing led to another and you ended up in a situationship. You don’t love him and he doesn’t love you, but there are feelings developing. Something confusing that doesn’t make much sense, but it’s there, and “it works”.

Billy isn’t one to have serious relationships, you know as much, but the way he leads you on with emotions is addictive in the most toxic way. You shouldn’t be into it. Shouldn’t be into him, but when you tried to cut off your situationship he always won you over with a whole night of riding with him on his motorcycle, fucking your brains out and smoking weed fresh from his suppliers. Billy was vulnerable at times which pulled you in even more, and it’s the one thing Joel is lacking… or so it seems.

Joel is overprotective, always has been since he entered your life when he married your mother. He has so much emotion pent up inside that it keeps you glued to him, hoping that one day he'll open up to you, but for now he remains cold and radiates an intoxicating dark vibe that keeps you wanting more.

When he’s out by his shed working with wood, you go and keep him company – not just to get dick in the middle of the afternoon, because you sure as hell need to spend some energy to take a nap afterwards – You couldn’t read the man, but deep down you know that whatever complicated feelings he has about your relationship with him are definitely mutual. Is it love? Would he cross that line? Would you cross that line? At this point you're leaning more towards saying fuck it and potentially get romantic with your step father. You're in the middle of an apocalypse, laws don't even apply anymore for fucks sake.

•

It was close to midnight and you were with Billy making out on his motorcycle, parked behind your trailer home. Your thighs rested on his and his large hands grabbed your ass while you ran yours through his soft, salt and pepper locks. 

Moaning into his mouth and pulling him closer by his leather jacket, you bite his lower lip softly. Billy grunts, pulling you harshly so your middles meet. His hard on pressed between your legs and you gasped excitedly. It had been a while since you’ve felt him buried deep inside you. Any kind of contact from that man drove you insane.

“Mm, fuck… Billy, let's go inside.” you said between kisses as he ran his hand up your middle, to your tits, squeezing them before brushing his thumbs over your clothed nipples softly.

“Why go inside when I can fuck you right here?” He said, loud enough for you to hear. You whimper at his suggestion, grinding your hips in response knowing damn well Joel could catch you if you went through with riding Billy Loomis on his damn motorcycle. If you unbutton his tight jeans that are threatening to rip open. Pulled his thick cock out and jumped on it right then and there.

Your mind is running wild, and before you can make a choice, a pick up truck parks close to your lot. Joel's pickup truck. He doesn't bother turning the headlights off, the man wants you and Billy to know that he caught you. To warn you.

“Looks like your old man is here” Billy said while looking straight at Joel's truck.

You rolled your eyes at his comment and climbed off his motorcycle, trying to hide a little smirk. Joel is your old man and it excites you more than it should.

“Shut up, Loomis,” you said, running your hand over his hard on before reaching for his front pocket and taking a plastic bag of weed out, which is the reason why he came over in the first place.

Billy smirks at your actions and adjusts his cock before turning the motorcycle on, obnoxiously revving it while looking at Joel.

“See you later, sweetie,” he said, pulling you towards him by your hips and giving you one last, lingering kiss before leaving your property.

You watch as he drives away and bite your lip. The neediness he left you with is definitely going to haunt you all night if you didn’t fuck yourself before bed. Then, you make eye contact with Joel, knowing damn well you’ll receive his anger the next day. A lecture. One you hope ends on the hood of his truck with him buried inside you, fucking his rage into your dripping cunt.

•

The next day you spent the whole morning trying to figure out how to face your step father. He’s angry at you, you know it. If you’re being honest, fear is coursing through your body. The last thing you need is for him to distance himself from you – one more time – because of you fucking around with Billy.

You walk out of your home and head towards his workshop. He always goes there to keep his mind off of any issues he might be dealing with, and today that issue is you.

Your red cowgirl boots make clicking noises as you walk down the pathway to his side of the property. Peeping in the room, you spot Joel. Glasses resting on his nose bridge while he polishes a piece of wood. There’s a mirror placed close to the door so he can see whoever walks in, you know, just in case. 

You thought you were being sneaky, but he saw when you were walking towards his shed, swinging your hips with every step you took.

You finally step inside, he looks up at you, scanning you shamelessly from head to toe. Pretending he hadn’t been eyeing you the moment you walked out of your trailer.

Joel knows the game you're playing, wearing a skimpy little sundress that leaves nothing to the imagination with how sheer it is. Plus, those goddamn red boots that he loves, so much that he's fucked you good and hard while you wore them, but he can’t give in. No. He has to be strong and firm. He can't let you fuck away the issue - again - like it's not a big deal, so he decided to ignore you and continue working.

You lean against the doorframe and bite your lower lip, readying yourself to apologize like you rehearsed all morning.

“Joel, I-” - “I don't wanna hear it.” He cut you off. 

You gasp in shock at his firm tone and take a few more steps inside.

“Joel please, I-” - “YN. I don't want to hear it. I've told you multiple times I don't want that fucker in my property.” He raises his voice, and you frown. 

He's right, the man has told you multiple times that Billy Loomis has no business being here and if he had to kill him to make you understand, he would, without hesitation.

“I… I know. Joel, I'm sorry… I was just buying from him, that's a-” - “It sure as hell didn't look like that. Seemed like you were bein’a slut to get what ya’want.” The man said harshly, setting his tools down.

You can tell he’s jealous. Not completely blinded by it, but it’s there, so you decide to tease him about it, hoping it lightens up the mood.

“Am I hearing jealousy?” You say and let out a breathy laugh, approaching his work table.

“I have no reason to be.” He said dryly, but you know that tone very well. You know when he's lying.

You take a few more steps and stand at the other side of the table, leaning forward to give him a view of your tits that are threatening to spill out of your sundress. Joel looks up, gaze lingering exactly where you want him to look, then you lock eyes. His expression is serious, but he's starting to get tempted by your risky behavior. Cock half hard in his jeans.

You move his tools to the side, making space for you to crawl across the table towards him. Your dress hikes up and exposes your ass, reflecting on the mirror and giving him a delicious view of your bare skin – why would you wear panties in this situation? – It makes things worse for him and now his hard on is impossible to hide. Joel exhales in annoyance, hating the way his body reacts to you. He glares at you, and you smirk at him. Challenge him.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I didn't mean to make you mad.” You say, pitching your voice up to sound softer. Cuter. Bratty. It drives your step father crazy.

“You're playing with fire, sweetheart” he said and grabs your chin to maintain eye contact with you.

“Maybe I want to get in trouble…” you whisper and he loses it.

Joel crashes his lips against yours, kissing you slowly but intensely. You quietly moan into his mouth and push him on the chair behind him, crawling off the table and straddling his lap. His thick cock throbs against your center the second you sit on him and he groans as you grind on him. Joel holds your hips and moves you quicker over his clothed cock, desperate to feel your pretty little pussy wrapped around him, but he can’t give in that easily. No. He has to rile you up until you can't contain yourself.

“Let's finish what Billy couldn't” Joel says and you whine at his response. You need your step father to fuck you. So bad.

“And you,” he pauses and wraps his large hand around your neck, pressing your pulse points softly, “Ya’ think you can whore around whenever you want? Without consequences? The nerve on’ya.” he continues and squeezes your neck the tiniest bit more. You release a muffled whine and the lack of oxygen feels incredible. So good that you get wetter than you already are, the slick dripping down your thighs.

The silence that washes over the space makes your heart race. 

In the blink of an eye, Joel turns you around and bends you over the wooden table, pressing your head against it. Holding you firmly while he unbuttons his jeans quickly and releases his girthy cock. You feel him slide himself between your thighs and start to use them like a goddamn fleshlight. The shaft strokes your clit and coats both of you with your slick and his precum, eliciting obscene sounds that echo around the room. 

You arch your back, trying to trap the head of his cock in your hole, but it’s useless. Joel has full control and you aren't getting what you want until he decides you earned it.

“Fuck are ya’doing all that for? This?” He says and unexpectedly slides his huge cock inside you, all the way up, grazing your cervix deliciously. The slight burn feels good, it mixes with the pleasure his thickness provides internally and once he starts to thrust, you can barely keep still for him.

“Fuck! Please! Harder daddy!” You scream. At that point you don't have control of your own words, saying whatever the fuck comes to mind.

At that, Joel removes his hand from your face and pulls your hair instead. 

You're met with the reflection of you getting pounded by your step father. At that moment, you're grateful his paranoid ass placed it there.

Once you feel your cunt is sensitive enough, you slide your hand between your legs and rub your clit in slow circles. The mixture of stimulations makes you gasp loudly and nearly drool. It feels so good that you’re squeezing Joel's cock uncontrollably.

“Fuck, if y’keep doing that I'm gonna… fuck!” Joel moans as he comes inside your throbbing cunt unexpectedly. You milk him so good that he can barely stop thrusting.

The feeling of his seed filling you up makes you cum around him so good that you lose count of all the orgasms you had, one after the other. The overstimulation feels incredible, and you nearly squirted all over him, but sadly, your step father pulled out before you could.

“Ya’ gon’kill me one of these days, sweetie” Joel says while pulling his pants back up.

You turn around and give him an innocent look, biting your lower lip.

Before you could give him a bratty, teasy answer, the sound of Billy's motorcycle interrupts your thoughts, and your heart starts to race once Joel gives you the deadliest look.

The situation gives you so much anxiety that the adrenaline rushed between your legs and Joel's seed runs down your thighs.

He looks at the mess he made between your legs, feeling proud and pride that you were going to greet your “little boyfriend,” – as he likes to say – with his cum spilling out of you.

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Thank you for the gif sprint!! I'm glad it was lucrative for you too 😅🔥❤️✨️

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Tommy and Joel Miller x f!reader, 500 words

WARNINGS: 18+ PIV, degradation, incest via double vaginal penetration, infidelity

You were riding Tommy on the sofa when the truck came rattling down the road. Most of your encounters took place at Joel’s house, since Tommy had a family. Joel pulled into the driveway, and Tommy gritted his teeth with a sharper thrust. His big hands tightened on your hips. When Joel's truck door closed, Tommy's cock twitched, and he let out a low moan. Bouncing on his cock, you cooed, "Gonna cum, baby?"

His tongue was pressing hard against his molars to stay in control.

"Gonna fill me up?" You asked.

"Shut the fuck up," he snapped, and his hands forced you to be still on his raging hard cock.

Joel came in, and Tommy's jugular vein was pulsing fast under a cold sweat. "Get in here," Tommy demanded of him.

Joel rubbed his hand over his jeans, and said "Afternoon to you, too..."

"Get the fuck in here,” Tommy repeated.

"Coulda got ready on the drive if I knew ya were here. Damn.”

You rocked yourself on Tommy's cock, and he warned under his breath, "if you don't sit still, god damnit..."

"She's a cumslut, Tommy. What the hell do you expect?" Joel lubed up his thickening cock, pumping it quickly.

"Already made her cum," Tommy complained. Joel explained, "A real cumslut is all about gettin' filled up. Ain't that right, doll face?" Joel's free hand groped your tits from behind.

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Once you and Tommy were laid on the couch and Joel was all ready, Joel straddled Tommy's legs and examined your hole, finding it full of Tommy's cock and dripping with arousal. Joel wedged his fingers in, and a growl left his chest. He placed his hand over Tommy's balls at the base of Tommy's shaft. Joel held Tommy's cock in place that way while Tommy helped spread your thighs. When Joel's tip hit your clit, you whimpered. Then the spongy head dragged down to your already full hole, and prodded to be let in.

Joel used his thumb to force himself in, still not fully erect. Tommy was holding his breath. Joel's shaft quickly thickened as he pushed into you with a grunt.

Tommy let out a sigh of pleasure, and his chest deflated under yours.

Joel pulled back a couple inches then thrust forward, his big cock plowing its way between Tommy's shaft and your stretched walls. Tommy groaned, and his balls tightened, then his shaft twitched, and he erupted, shoving himself deeper into you, packing you tighter as his cum coated your walls and Joel's cock. Joel fucked you through it and Tommy shuddered with the extra stimulation as his balls were drained.

As Tommy finished coming, Joel said, “That ain't enough for this cum dumpster… is it, doll?” He fucked you even as Tommy's spent cock lie drained in your hole. “God Almighty, this slut is one of a kind,” Joel breathed as he fucked you.

“Fuck,” Tommy moaned.

“Couldn't quit this if ya wanted,” Joel taunted him. “Never gonna find one like this again.”

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cc: @iamasaddie , @cosmickid-inmotion @lunarlilith

Joel x Reader x Tommy Masterlist

Thank you for reading 🖤

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I’m begging my fellow sexual assault survivors, please read this before you see Materialists:

There is a 20+ minute segment about one of Dakota’s clients being raped. They drag out the aftermath. Enormous emotional upheaval. Client blames dakota when it’s not her fault.

And then later on, they revisit it again when the victim is about to be revictimized and she calls dakota for help because the police won’t come help her and he is at her door and you can hear him banging. Dakota is an hour drive away and the tension is AWFUL. I fought off a panic attack, and nearly ran out crying. Had to do tapping exercises on my face for half the drive home, to keep from having a full breakdown.

Please, please take care of yourselves and think twice before seeing Materialists. 💕💕

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Tysm, kate! I was hoping I did you proud with that!!!! Team Object insertion 🙌🩷✨️💐💖🥰

Hello, Toxy, my darling friend! I am here to bribe you and beg for more of your talent <3 I was so positively shaken by 'Spectators' and the glimpse of lore you gave us, that I just neeeeeeeeeed to know Joel side of this beautiful taboo relationship 🥵

will you be so inclined to tell us more? maybe this gif will inspire you? *slides a battered 20$ bill and all of the change i got in my pocket across the table*

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Joel Miller x f!reader, 1k @iamasaddie ... this gif 🧎‍♀️🫡 ilysm 🪺 WARNINGS: 18+ degradation kink, infidelity, manhandling, jealousy, pussy spank, object insertion, incest mentions. after spectators.

You were just about to walk away when Tommy announced, “Joel's got a second date tonight,” and pang of jealousy stopped you in your tracks. You turned around, making your short dress twirl out almost a little too high in the breeze.

Behind the bleachers, Joel smoked a cigarette in front of a small, brick building with his feet spread, one arm crossed, hand tucked under his bicep. As you came into view, he mumbled, “here comes trouble.” He threw his cigarette at the gravel and used his boot to smother it before retreating into the concessions kitchen. He started putting a pot of popcorn on.

A group of four women in the bleachers looked down their noses at you and murmured amongst themselves. Their lives must have been so boring. Two men in front of them stared at you until one of the ladies snapped her fingers at them.

Judging eyes be damned, you proceeded confidently around back of the building and let yourself in without knocking.

Joel didn't bother taking his eyes off the stove as he greeted you with sarcasm. “Come on in, make yourself at home.”

“Hey, big boy.” You stood there looking pretty, and finally he glanced up.

“Popcorn won't be ready for a minute, but you can get in line outside,” he said as if he didn't have his cock in you hours ago.

“You know that's not what I'm here for,” you said saucily.

“Bored of terrorizing my brother?” Joel asked.

You scoffed. “That asshole wouldn't even let me sit down.”

“Bet he was nicer than he coulda been,” Joel said with a bit of a snarl, then met your eyes and ranted, “Who do you think you are, showin’ up here tryin’ to give him a goddamn lap dance in front of Maria's friends? In front of his kid, for chrissake.”

“Public game last I checked,” you said.

Disgust tinged Joel's voice. “You get some kinda sick pleasure outta bein’ a homewrecker?”

“Not my fault he can't keep his dick in his pants,” you pointed out.

“No, but it's your fault everybody gotta know about it” Joel snapped.

“You think everybody knows about it?” you asked.

“Anybody with two eyes and two ears,” Joel said.

“Mm” You replied as though in thought. “They don't *really* know, though.”

“They know enough.”

“They know y'all like coatin’ your cocks in each other's cum? Eatin’ each other outta me? You think they know that?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Joel snapped. He abandoned the stove as he got in your face, neck vein throbbing.

Turned on by his anger, you hooked your hands into his belt and dropped to your knees.

He hesitated for a moment, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring with each rise of his chest.

“Ain't doin’ this,” he grabbed both your wrists and shoved them backwards, making you lose your balance and fall to the side.

“What's wrong? Afraid ya can't cum without your little brother's cock smashed against yours?”

“Get up. Get up now.” He grabbed you by your arm, and manhandled you to your feet.

“Just pretend I'm your sister,” You taunted.

He opened his mouth wide and over-enunciated, “Go… home.”

“You know… I dunno who you think YOU are. Couple hours ago you were balls deep in my pussy talking ‘bout the two of you splitting me open tonight. Now you want me to disappear.”

He shifted his weight onto one foot and rested his hands on his hips. “Ain't happenin’ tonight." It sounded more decisive than degrading. As if he did have a date.

And for a moment, pity flickered across his face before he hardened his gaze again.

“Shouldn't make a promise ya can't keep, brother,” you said. “Our mama raised you better than that.”

“God damnit, get off the floor.” He manhandled you to your feet and eyed the bin of empty beer bottles in arm's reach.

He turned you around and shoved you against the counter so you were both facing the sink.

He held you by the back of the neck. “Always runnin’ that whore mouth…”

You spread your feet and tilted your hips for his access, and he announced, “There she is. Jackson's most used hole. Ain't even gotta lift your dress to see it.”

He gave your pussy a spank, and the sting of his fingers between your legs felt like such a relief.

He grabbed a bottle and warned, “If you don't smarten up, next time it's gonna be two of these.” He pressed the lip of the bottle against your cunt then wiggled it into your entrance.

Once the first inch was in, he slid the rest of the bottle neck into you with a twist, making you gasp when the body of the bottle pushed at your entrance. Joel's cum from earlier began to drip into the glass.

“Savin’ that for Tommy?” you asked.

“God damnit.” Joel sighed and slipped the bottle out of you, wrapped a rag around the neck, and turned it upside down. He held by the neck and used his other hand to spread your swollen pussy lips. You were dripping arousal and cum. Bottom-first, he wedged the bottle into you with help from his fingers. When your walls were stretched around the glass circle, he pushed with a grunt, making you whimper with the pressure.

“You don't act right, we’ll find out if you can take two of these. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” you agreed, butterflies in your chest. As if he’d pass up a chance to share a cunt with Tommy.

“Tommy sure as hell won't fuck ya later. Not after that display out there…” He pushed the bottle a little further. “And if I'm gonna bother, gotta know you're tight enough for me to feel somethin’.”

“Felt it earlier didn't you?” You asked.

“Yeah, then I wrecked ya. And if this bottle falls out, I know she's still wrecked.”

He pushed the bottle further into you until your cunt had swallowed the whole fat part of the bottle, and only half the neck was sticking out. It was a remarkable fullness.

“You better pray this dress is long enough, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Though I reckon you'd get off on it, huh? Get off on the whole town seein’ ya walk around with a bottle hangin’ outta your cunt?” He pushed just a little further, and the curved glass of the bottom was flush against your cervix.

“Ow.”

He chuckled darkly, left it there, and stepped back to admire his work. Hands on his hips, he watched you stand upright and tug down your dress–God, it was obscenely short.

“Joel?” A woman’s voice called from outside.

The popcorn was burning.

“Go on,” he nodded toward the door. Get.” He subtly turned his attention toward the stove, and turned the burner off.

With a few slow steps, your cheeks burned at the sensation that your body wanted to push the foreign object out of you, birth it right onto the ground.

“Joel?” the voice was closer

You tried to tighten your muscles to keep the bottle in place, but it was slipping.

You reached down to feel almost the whole neck was out, and the thought of people seeing it under your short dress made your cunt spasm and gush, sending the bottle onto the concrete just as the door opened.

“There you are–Oh!” the woman said as the bottle shattered into a few pieces onto the cement floor.

Face on fire, you looked at the bottle, then glanced at Joel. His eyes met yours with a half smile and he said, “I got it.”

You looked the woman up and down and thought about telling her to enjoy your sloppy seconds, but you left her with an amused half smile. The same one Joel was wearing.

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