🪷🌸 Hello everyone! Welcome to my masterlist, I'm Ayesha or ash you can call me either im fine with both! ^^
This is where you guys will find all of my fics, mostly Joel miller or Tommy miller. I'm quite new so there's more to come soon enough ^^'
18+ ONLY, minors DNI. All fics on this list are explicit and f!reader unless otherwise stated.
Key: 🍒 smut, 🏴 dark, 🩵 fluff, 🚩 darker themes, 🤎 smut lite (brief descriptions or sexual thoughts)
Short fics:
🍒 Dirty little secret: You want Tommy miller to take your virginity.
🍒 Sweet as honey: You work at a restaurant where Harry Castillo is waiting for his date, but things don't go as planned.
🍒 Movie night: you have a movie night with the miller brothers.
🩵 Soft-launch: When you wake up to your phone exploding with messages and thousands of new followers, it doesn’t take long to find out why, Pedro Pascal just soft-launched your engagement to the entire world
🩵 The chicken incident: you're soft, a little impulsive, and deeply in love with your chickens. Joel… is trying his best.
🍒 Made for this: Joel's been using you all day. Slow, deep, possessive. Until your body's trembling and your voice raw from begging. But when tommy walks in fresh off patrol and finds you wrecked and open, Joel decides to let him have a taste. Just once. Just to show him what he's been keeping to himself.
🩵 Kiss prints: when reader wakes up feeling bold and beautiful, she reaches for her red lipstick, with one goal in mind. Ruin Tommy miller.
🚩 Criminal record: After defacing a campaign billboard, the rebellious daughter of the local sheriff is arrested, only to be quitely released into the hands of the very man she targeted.
🍒 Drunk on her: Joel is very drunk tonight, but not on whiskey. On you.
🍒 Sunday sandwich: trapped between the warm bodies of Joel and Tommy miller on a quiet Sunday morning, you wake up feeling mischievous and very much in the mood.
🍒 Couch rut: A quiet night at home turns into something more intense when you in Joel's lap during a movie.
🍒🩵 Late summer glow: After a long day of patrol, Joel comes home to find backyard picnic waiting.
🍒 Road trip boredom: Bored out of your mind on a long road trip, you decide the best way to entertain yourself is by getting Joel's hands and mind off the wheel.
Requests:
🍒 Put your foot down: Oldman!Joel x wife!reader
🍒 Overflow: Joel miller x fem!reader
🍒 "Come home, Babygirl": Joel miller x fem!reader
🍒 We're a team: dad!Joel miller x fem!reader
🍒 Milk & honey: Joel miller x fem!reader
🍒 Under his eyes: Daddy!joel miller x innocentfem!reader
🍒 The night at the bar: Joel miller x fem!reader
🍒🏴 One more: mean!joel miller x fem!reader
🩵🍒 Dust and Horses: oldman!joel miller x fem!reader
🏴 Blood for blood: Joel miller x pregnant!reader
🍒 One's never enough: Oldman!joel miller x fem!reader
🩵🚩 What's left of us: Joel miller x fem!reader
🍒 His dirty little secret: Joel miller x fem!reader
Thinking about pee paw Joel Miller now that he settled into Jackson and gets more settled in he has a belly pouch now …. don’t get me started on that I NEED THAT PLEASEEEE
author's note: I am so so so sorry for not posting in so long, I just had some personal issues going on for me and my mental health was literally all over the place and those few days I had no motivation what so ever to write because I was also facing the LONGEST writer's block ever so I'm so sorry for being dead for so long but dw! I'm back and I'll try to finish all of you guyss requests but it's gonna take some time so please be patient, love ya!!! 😚💕💕💕
Road trip boredom
Paring: dbf!joel miller x bratty!reader
Content warnings: explicit sexual content, age gap (50s/20s), bratty!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), teasing, public sexual activity, mild embarrassment/humor, risk of getting caught, strong language, deception.
Summary: Bored out of your mind on a long road trip, you decide the best way to entertain yourself is by getting Joel's hands and mind off the wheel.
Word count: 1300
The hum of the truck's engine had been steady for hours, a low, constant vibration that made your eyelids feel heavy. It was somewhere past noon, the sun slanting in through the windshield, warm enough that you and your bare legs propped up on the dash, idly bouncing one foot to whatever was playing on the old radia.
Joel hadn't said much in the last half hour. Not unusual. He was focused on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting loose over his thigh. But you could see the little liens at the corner of his mouth, that faint crease that meant he was either deep in thought or trying not to let you see he was annoyed. You knew you were getting on his nerves. And you weren't sorry about it.
Your head titled, letting your eyes drag lazily over him. The rolled up sleeves of his flannel, the veins standing out on his forearms as he adjusted his grip. The slow flex in his thigh when he shifted gears. "Y'know," You said, your voice lifting with feigned innocence, "this trip would be a whole lot less boring if you weren't being so... uptight"
Joel didn't even look at you. "Ain't uptight. Just drivin'. "
You hummed like you didn't believe him.. "mmh. Sure. That why you've been avoiding looking at my legs for the last forty miles?" That got him. His jaw tightened and his eyes flicked towards you. Just for a second, but enough to make you smirk.
"Put your dam feet down," He muttered.
"Make me."
The corner of his mouth twitched, maybe irritation, maybe something else. You decided to push it. You shifted in your seat, turning just enough so the hem of your shorts crept higher. "Bet I could make you pull over if I really tried." Joel's knuckles whitened slightly sorid the steering wheel.. "Don't start somethin' you can't finish, darlin'"
"Oh, I always finish," You purred. "The question is... Do you?"
Joel's gaze stayed glued to the road, but you could see the pulse at his neck jump. You leaned in closer, your voice dropping low. "Bet I could you finish without even making you stop driving." Bjs breath came out though his nose, a short huff. "You're playin' with fire." You grinned, your hands already tracing on his thighs. "Guess we're gonna find out how hot it gets."
The leather seat squeaked beneath you as the engine's rumble vibrated through your hands as you dragged them slowly up his leg, feeling the muscle flex beneath the denim. Joel's grip on the wheel tightened. "You better think real hard about what you're doin', sweetheart."
"Oh, I've been thinking," You murmured, fingertips grazing the bulge straining against his jeans. "For about a hundred miles now." You popped the button open with one hand, your smirk widening when his hips shifted just slightly toward you. The zipper came down slow, just to hear his breath htch and pyu pushed the denim aside, freezing the heavy, thick length of him. God, he was already hard. Thick, veiny, flushed at the tip.
You wrapped your fingers around him, giviinga slow pump and he swore under his breath, low and rough.
"Eyes on the road, old man," You teased, tongue darting out to lick along the fine running up the underside. His jaw flexed. "Don't call me that right now."
"What, 'old man'?" You grinned wickedly and swirled your tongue around the head, tasting him, savouring the salty slick bead that had gathered there. "Does it make you feel old or just-" You took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, "-desprate?"
Joel's breath came harder now, the steady cadence of the truck wobbling slightly as his thigh tensed under your palm. You set a pace, slow at first, your tongue teasing every ridge and vein, then faster, wetter, your free hand sliding down to cup him where he was hottest. He cursed again, his hand leaving the wheel for just a second to curl into your hair. "Goddamn it, girl..." You hummed sorind him like that, the vibration making him groan and pulled back just enough to smirk up at him. "Thought you said not to start somebtimg i can't finish."
"Didn't say you could do it while I'm drivin'."
You went back down, taking him deeper this time, until he bit the back of your throat. The truck swerved just slightly, tires humming louder against the Pavement and you felt him swell in your mouth. His breathing turnwd rough, uneven. His right foot pressed heavier on the gas without him realizing. The speedometer ticked up past the limit.
"Shit-" He growled, his hips jerking despite himself, chasing your mouth. "Slow down- fuck-" you only doubled down, bobbing your head father, your hand twisting at the base, tongue working greedily. His thighs tightened sorind you, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
Just when his voice dropped into that low, dangerous growl that meant he was about to lose it.
A sharp chirp of a siren cut through the cabin. Blue lights flashed in the side mirror.
Joel's entire body went rigid. "Fuck."
You pulled off of him with an obscene wet pop, licking your lips slow. "Oops."
Joel's muttering was low and deadly as he yanked himself back into his jeans, knuckling fumbling with the zipper. "Goddamn - fuckin'- " the truck wass already slowing, his eyes flicking between the rearview mirror and the shoulder of the road where the cruiser's lights pulsed. You were half in your seat, half still leaning on the console, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning like a cat who'd gotten into the cream. "This is so much better than being bored," You whispered, biting back a laugh. Joel shot you a glare that could've dropped a groan man. "Not. A. Word."
You leaned back against your seat, tugging your shorts down like you were the picture of innconcence, even as heat still buzzed between your legs. The cruiser's door slammed shut behind you. Boots crunched on the gravel. Sunglasses, badge, wide-brim hat, the whole deal. The officer stepped up to Joel's window, which he rolled down with forced calm.
"Afternoon, sir. You know why I pulled you over?"
Joel cleared his throat. "No, officer."
"You were doing seventy-five in a fifty-five zone." The cop glanced inside the cap, his gaze flicking between Joel and you. "Where you folds headed?"
You bit your lip hard to keep from smirking. Folks.
"Uh... Road trip," Joel muttered.
The cop's eyes stayed on you, his brow knitting. "Your daughter?"
Joel's hand visibly tightened on the wheel. "She's-"
"Yes," You cut in sweetly before he could speak. "That's my dad" Joel's head turned so fast you thought his neck might snap. His eyes screamed don't you dare. You only batter your lashes at the cop.
"Mhm," The officer grunted, leaning a little on the window frame. "Well, sir, as a father myself, I gotta say, your kid's safety oughta be your top priority. Can't be racing down the highway with precious cargo in the passenger seat.
Joel's jaw worked. "Yessir."
The cop shook his head like he was disappointed in him personally. "You keep an eye on her, y'hear? The world's full of... Unsavory types out there."
"Oh, he does," You chirped, letting the double meaning hang between you. Joel's knee jolted under the dash. The cop scribbled sometbing on his pad and tore off a slip, handing it to Joel. "That's your ticket. Drive safe. And slow down, your little girl's countin' on you."
Joel's nostrils flared but he took the paper with a tight nod. "Appreciate it, officer." When the cop finally walked back to his cruiser, you waited exactly two seconds before snorting. Then you were laughing so hard you doubled over, counting your stomach. Joel pulled back onto the road in silence. Dangerous silence. "Oh my god," You wheezed between giggles. "Daddy, watch your speed!" His hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck, hauling you close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear. "Soon as we find the next motel," He growled, "you're not walkin' straight for a week." You only grinned wider, "better keep it under the speed limit then, huh... Dad?"
old enough to remember when smut was called ‘lemons’ but young enough that i had absolutely no business knowing that smut was called ‘lemons’ at the time
you’ve gotta talk him into it to make sure he knows just how much you want it, but like
professor/scientist/husband reed richards strapping you to his work table one night and seeing how many orgasms he can pull out of you, under the guise of science
