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fettuccin-e · 7 months

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Patience Long Gone

Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding

Tags: Joel Miller x Reader, afab!fem!reader, thigh riding obviously, praise, dry humping (yeah that's right nobody gets naked), Jackson!era, Joel talks dirty yeah I said it (w/c: 1.1K)

A/N: Ayo first Joel fic and it's during Kinktober ofc. I have been reading too many Joel fics to not partake in the old man thirst okay. And also have you seen this gif??? I want to ride that man's thigh like its a rodeo okay!! (For the month I have been following this list by flightlessangelwings!)

He can’t fuck you like he wants to, not right now. And God, Joel wants to, so badly. But there’s no time. There’s never any fucking time.

He hadn’t minded the hustle and bustle of Jackson when he and Ellie first arrived. He’d been grateful for the distraction, for the feeling of being useful again. He’d been grateful for the patrols, the odd repairs around town that didn’t require any socializing, content in his solitude with Ellie safe and sound within the town’s walls.

And then he’d met you. Sweet, soft, you, that doesn’t take any of his bullshit, forces him out of his shell with your sharp wit and endless patience. You, who Tommy introduced to him as the town veterinarian, until you became so much more. You, who asked him to fix your doorframe so, so sweetly, and not five minutes into his work, dragged him into your home and into your bed.

He never truly left.

But there’s no time to treat you like he wants to, fuck you like both of you need. There’s always something else, a threat at the border, an emergency in the stables. He hasn’t seen you cum in weeks, and the thought makes him shudder. He has the most beautiful woman in this entire godforsaken world, and he can’t even find the time to make her feel so fucking good.

It’s one of those few moments where you both are home, exhausted but not nearly tired enough to sleep. You’d crawled into his lap like a damn cat, planting yourself on his thick thigh, all languid grace and allure that has his cock aching in his jeans.

You curl two fists into his shirt, pulling him to your lips, and fuck, this is nothing like the stolen kisses you share in the spare moments you find with each other. This is water in the desert. This is life, not just survival. You’re so fucking soft against him, you scent invading his nose.

“Missed you,” you breathe between kisses, “Missed you so much, Joel.”

He groans, curling his fingers into your hair. He licks softly at your bottom lip, begging wordlessly for you to open for him. You do, without hesitation, and moan in a way that has his head spinning as he licks into your mouth.

“God, sweetheart,” he grumbles as you break apart for breath. “You’re so goddamn pretty. Missed you too, sweet girl, been missin’ you so fuckin’ bad.”

He lets his hands explore you, roaming down your back, up under your shirt to feel that soft, soft skin. He paws over the curve of your ass, and he can’t help but smirk into your mouth as your hips buck forward.

“Needy,” he drawls, but he pushes on your ass again, making your hips buck forward along his thigh. Fuck, it’s good, the way you moan so pretty for him. “You wanna cum, pretty girl?” he croons. You nod so hard he thinks your head may fly off, but you seem to think better of it far too soon for his liking, shaking your head, as if to dismiss the very thought of chasing your own pleasure.

“I’m supposed to help Maria- fuck,” you curse as he leans down to sink his teeth into your neck. “I’m supposed to help Maria with the horses, Joel.”

“She can wait,” he growls, and he pulls on your hips, dragging you up his thigh. You keen involuntarily, the seam of your jeans pressing so hard, so perfect into your clit. “Just want you to feel good, wanna make you feel good.”

His voice is dark, a rasp that has your pussy soaking through your panties. He’s so big, so broad, and his thigh is providing a kind of pressure against your cunt that you haven’t felt for so long. It’s too much of a temptation for you to ignore. You pull your hips back again in a slow, sure drag, before humping back forward. You tuck your face into the crook of Joel’s neck as you let out a high-pitched whine.

“Good fucking girl, sound so pretty for me,” he murmurs, “Don’t that feel nice?”

You nod frantically into his skin, hands fisting into his shirt so tight your knuckles go pale. You hump your hips forward, again and again and again, moaning as your clit throbs in your panties. Joel’s grip remains tight on your hips, helping you along, pressing you down harder. Your head swims, tears springing to your eyes.

“Need to cum,” you gasp, wriggling your hips in desperate little grinds. “Need to cum so fucking bad, Joel, fuck- I’m, I need it, ah-” You feel desperate, needy, unable to string together a sentence is you hump Joel’s thigh like an animal.

“I know, baby, I know,” he coos, grumbling and wonderful. “I’m gonna make you cum right now, okay sweetheart? And when you get home tonight, I’ll be here to do it again and again, right baby?” The thought has you aching, desperately humping into his jeans. You’re so close, you’re so fucking close.

“I’ll lay you down in our bed, sweet girl, and I’ll eat that pretty cunt out like you deserve, fuck, haven’t tasted you in so fucking long.” Joel pulls you along his thigh as he speaks, flexing the muscle underneath that makes the pressure so much more devastating. “And then I’ll sink my cock into your pretty little pussy, fuck you full of me, baby. I’ll keep stuffin’ you full, make you cum so much you soak the sheets through, and I’ll just keep goin’, right baby? God, I’ll make sure you can’t fuckin’ walk tomorrow,” he snarls his words, a violent, primal promise that has your body quaking in his hold as you cum against his thigh.

You sob with the force of your orgasm, curling into Joel’s solid body as he holds you through it, cooing into your ear how good you are, how gorgeous you look. It’s like you can’t suck enough air into your lungs, trying to get ahold of yourself again. Joel never lets you go, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

When you finally regain control of your breath, your body, you can only tilt your head to his lips to kiss him softly, gently.

“You didn’t get to cum,” you whine, and Joel chuckles at how forlorn you sound. His beautiful, perfect girl, so caring, so doting.

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he grumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “When you get home tonight, I have plans for both of us that’ll have us wrung fuckin’ dry by mornin’.”

#you know what they say #save a horse etc etc #love you joel love you love you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #tlou smut

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moreminidragons · 4 months

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Watermelon Crawl - Simon "Ghost" Riley

Cowboy!Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Reader,

Warnings: Smut, penetration, not proofed, reader's genitalia is neutral, reader is a bottom, this is my first work so any criticism is greatly appreciated.

2,514 words.

It was hot, warmer than what Simon was used to. He had just moved down to the American South and was driving down to the farm he was a cattle hand for. His truck AC had broken so he rolled down his windows. Cigarette hung in between his fingers, hand tapping on the side of his beat up old Ford. His skull bandana pulled over his nose and lips, loose enough he could still smoke and drink under it. It was the first thing he was given when he landed in the Country.

The radio was turned up loud, playing some station he didn’t care to change, this being the only station that didn’t cut out every five miles. A bright sign caught his attention, it was shaped like a watermelon and read: ‘2:00pm-TIL COME ON AND CRAWL WITH US’ Underneath this it said something about the County’s Watermelon Festival. He saw more signs leading up to the turn. Simon gave in, shooting Soap a text about being late for whatever the guy’s had planned tonight.

Simon parked in the gravel patch, grabbing his black cattleman hat off the dash. He walked up to the stand at the front of the festival, surprised it was free to get in and getting a free drink ticket. He continued walking farther into the celebration, getting a few looks from people. His black western style was always a bit questionable to many, considering how hot it gets.

He walked over to the first drink stand he could see, using his free drink ticket to get a cup of the watermelon wine that seemed incredibly popular. He took a sip from his straw, almost spitting it out at how sweet it was. He sighed and kept drinking it, the syrupy drink coating his throat. Soap had texted him back, letting him know that it was fine and how the guys had started cards without him anyway, meaning that they wouldn't miss him. This made his life easier and meant that maybe he wouldn’t be questioned as much.

He heard an announcement being made near the center of the festival. There was a portable dance floor spread out on the dirt ground, light poles in buckets of concrete surrounding it, giving it more light as the sun started setting. The Mayor of this county was giving a speech about the dangers of drinking and driving and boasting about the pure amount of the syrupy wine they had stored away. This apparently was meant to lead into a song with a line dance.

People filed onto the dance floor, keeping in relatively straight lines as they did. Simon sat to the side of the floor, watching as the electric guitar started picking up in the background. The drums and bass made his heart feel like it was thumping to the beat of the song. The lyrics were almost exactly what happened to him, giving him deja vu of his day.

The line dance began with the lyrics, people tapping their toes in a pattern on the plywood beneath them. It was mesmerizing to watch. The people he saw changed slightly as everyone slid into a new spot. He thought he recognized one of the faces, a familiar hat topping it. All of the hands at the farm had a band they wore around the crown of their hats, marking them. This stood out to him immediately, his eyes widened, hand squeezing the disposable cup he held.

Since he had met you he thought you were amazing. You knew how to do everything you needed to. You always made lunch for all the farm hands, feeding them dinner if they needed it too. Your hat was similar to his, mostly black but yours had fine red and white detailing all over it, patterns that always stood out to him. You were kind and actually paid attention to what he said, he was quiet until he was with you, always having something to chatter about.

That damned hat stood out in the crowd, he had found you among the hundred people on the dance floor. You had taken it off, leaving it tied onto you by the rope around your neck, the felt of the hat pressed against your back. You were looking to get lucky tonight apparently, hoping that someone would place their hat onto your head and claim you for the night. You glided around the dance floor, steel tipped boots clicking loudly to the beat. You looked like a dream, the sun had set, like fire on the horizon. The string lights that hung around the floor making you glow, a halo of light surrounding you as your hips swung around on the beat. Sweat forming on your hairline, making you shimmer. A large smile graced your face as you laughed at the people around you, drunk and dancing.

Fuck it

He decided he was going to do it, he was going for it. Simon downed the rest of his wine, the sweetness and the slight buzz gave him just enough edge to shoot his shot. The song’s last note was held as people cheered, the dancers and onlookers alike clapping and wooing loudly.

He walked up behind you as you laughed and clapped along, placing his black cowboy hat onto your head, the brim covered your eyes slightly as you adjusted it. You looked around for a moment, searching to find him, the man who claimed you for the night. “Ghost.” You breathed out, lips parted and eyes wide in astonishment. Simon adjusted his hat on your head, straightening it out. “Simon. Tonight you call me Simon.” He said to you, hoping and praying that you accept his offer.

“Simon it is then.” You said, biting your wine stained lips and looking up at him. You grabbed one of his belt loops and pulled him off the dance floor, dragging him close to you. “I came here with friends, did you?” You asked him, head tilting to the side as you spoke. “No, but I’m leaving with you.” Simon stated, grabbing your hips and holding you close to him, your belt buckles clinked together. He looked down at your buckle, smiling below his mask slightly at the silver skeleton hand holding a gun on yours. He was wearing the one you got him for his birthday last year, you ran your thumb over the engraving on it.

“Well I’ll be damned Simon, let’s go then.” You said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the exit eagerly, one hand holding his hat on your head. You looked back at him grinning widely, eyes squinting closed slightly in joy. His eyes softened staring into yours, as you left the festival. He pulled you to him, grabbing your waist hand resting on your hip as he walked you to his truck.

He clicked the button on his keys, unlocking the doors to his truck. He opened the door for you, and you slid into the passenger seat of his two door cab. He got into the driver's seat, starting the truck. The radio was on low, playing some upbeat country station. As he peeled out of the bumpy gravel you texted your ride you were leaving with someone else. Simon’s hand found your thigh, he gently placed it just above your knee trying to be respectful. You placed your hand over his, guiding it further up your thigh, encouraging him.

Luckily the ride was short. He pulled up onto the path that led to the farm you both work on, driving farther until he reached one of the cabins, multiple people stayed in each. There were other cars parked outside of it, Simon groaned at this, not wanting to kick out everyone. He looked over to you, his eyebrows raising in question, asking what you wanted to do. You leaned over and switched off the truck’s headlights, hand pressing high onto his thigh as you did.

You slid into the middle seat of the cab, Simon thanking every god he could think of for the old hand me down truck he was given. He put the truck in park, leaving the engine running. You turned the radio up a bit louder and leaned over to his side, grasping the lever of the steering column. The steering wheel slides back quickly, giving you space to straddle him. His hands found purchase on your hips, while yours ran up and down his chest and shoulders. “How do you wanna take this Simon?” You asked, nose nuzzling into the side of his neck. Simon groaned out at your movement, moving one of his hands up to your hair. “I’ll take it however you give it to me.” He said, obviously growing more impatient.

This was all you needed to hear, desperately grasping at his worn pearl snap shirt. You knew the rule of the mask, not daring to go near it. As you ripped the snaps of his shirt apart, he worked on your belt. You pushed back his shirt, peeling it off of his muscular body. He quickly undid his own belt, pushing his pants down just enough for his bulge to press against you. Simon quickly worked your shirt, taking it off of you with purpose. You had managed to wiggle out of your pants and underwear, now straddling him bare. The size of his bulge made you breathe in sharply, having never taken something so large.

“Open.” Simon ordered, voice gruff and strained from lust. Your body responded quickly, mouth falling open, tongue out. He chuckled at this while he pressed two fingers into your mouth, using your saliva to lube them up. As he worked his fingers in your mouth you grinded down on the tent in his boxers, rolling your body against it hotly. Simon snaked his hand around your body, pressing the fingers you sucked on against your entrance. You groaned out at the intrusion, hips automatically trying to press back on them, searching for more pressure.

As Simon slowly worked you open with his thick fingers, he opened the glove box, blindly searching for a condom. “Eyes open.” He commanded. You did as requested, breath hot and heavy from his fingers stretching you. Simon holds the condom out to you, eyebrows questioning you in a silent request. You nodded quickly, taking the condom from him. You look into his eyes while you ride his fingers, putting the condom in your lips and ripping it open. His eyes are lidded with lust at the action, groaning as you pull down his boxers. His cock springs out at attention, causing you to moan out at the sight. You take the condom in your hand, gently sliding it down the hot length. Simon’s fingers curl as you reach the bottom of his shaft, causing you to throw your head back and squeeze the base of his cock slightly in turn making him groan louder.

“You think you’re ready, pretty thing?” Simon tilts his head slightly in question. You nod again desperately. “Use your words or nothin’s gonna happen.” He growls out. “Please Simon, I need you to take me — need your cock inside of me — please.” You begged out, pleading with him to keep going. You can see the smile on his covered face as you say this, the glint in his eyes as bright as the stars outside.

Simon rests his hard length against your hole gently, slowly pressing in the tip of it. Your breathing increases exponentially, chest heaving at the slight burn of his size. He keeps pressing, once the head of his cock is all the way in you moan out loudly, encouraging him to keep going. Your bodies are both covered in a sheen of sweat, sticking together. As he bottoms out you both breathe out a moan. Your lips find purchase on his shoulder, kissing and sucking on the exposed skin while you grind down. His hands find your hips, coaxing you to start bouncing slightly. The movement hits you both hard, moans being drowned out by the radio. As you get bolder while riding him, he moves his hands, dragging them up and down your exposed body. Brushing against your nipples and pinching them slightly, making you bite your lip from the pleasure.

You threw your head back as Simon’s cock hit deep inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot. He took advantage of this, moving his face to the side of your neck. Simon made use of the looseness of his mask, draping it over your neck so he could kiss at your soft skin. You grasp at the hair on the nape of his neck, tugging lightly causing him to moan against your skin. His thrusts were growing sporadic and you knew that both of you were balancing on the edge. A gruff breath hit your abused neck, “Shit — I’m close.” Simon moaned out. “Cum, Simon, please—” You replied breathlessly. You clenched around him, his cock hitting the soft spot inside of you. “Fuck!” He cried out as he came, biting down on your shoulder. You moaned out loudly at this, quickly coming immediately after him.

For a few seconds you both sat there, fully blissed out. Simon released your neck from his bite and nuzzled his clothed nose into your neck, his face pressed into you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding the large man close. Simon once again blindly reaches into the already open glove box, finding some napkins he had saved. He uses his other hand to slightly tap your thigh, gently requesting you to dismount him. You slide into the middle seat next you him, your thighs touching. He offers you the napkins to clean up while he rolls off the condom, tying it and wrapping it in another napkin.

You settle for a moment before you both start dressing. It’s a bit difficult with the small space but you manage to look almost presentable. You turn to Simon, fixing his hair as he fastens his belt. He looks up at you with soft eyes, you can tell he's smiling at you. The music from the radio is still loud and his hat is still placed firmly on your head. You both look at the radio then back at each other breaking out into a fit of laughter as “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” starts playing, the irony not lost on either of you.

Simon’s hand rests gently on your thigh as he sighs, preparing to enter the cabin he shares with his friends. Simon looks over at your smile, he quirks his eyebrow in silent question, asking if you are ready to face them. You sigh, nodding in response, ready to face the potential questioning. Simon twists the key, turning off the truck as he opens the door and climbs out of the truck cab. He holds out his hand to you, as you slide out of the driver's side too. You clutch his hand as you two walk up to the door. Before going in you turn to him, kissing him through the mask lightly. You pull back, smiling at each other before walking into the house.

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