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this is so "Raider Joel when everyone in the gang is forced to sleep in the same room while out scavenging but he still wants to fuck you and this is the most considerate he will get" coded
Scavenging
Raider!joel x reader. Ughh 😵💫 520 words on how it starts.
Joel wouldn't be getting a wink of sleep. It was one thing to have you in a room of his men under his supervision. In his lap, or under Carter's watchful eyes. But it was another thing entirely to have you sleep in a room full of men all night. Carter couldn't stand guard inside and outside the encampment at the same time. And they couldn't have half the crew up all night with so much road untraveled in the morning. So Joel kept you tight in his arms. His men didn't need reminding that you belonged to Joel at that point, but Joel's inner beast insisted on reminding them in the most primal way he knew how.
You were more nervous than you would have admitted to Joel. It had nothing to do with his ability to protect you–of course, you knew he would. It was your prey instinct being activated. It was only natural, sleeping in a room full of predators, with even greater threats outside. The only thing between you and infected might have been cruel men who saw you as a possession of Joel’s. It had your heart thrumming and your eyes wide and your thoughts racing. There were many thoughts you didn’t want to say out loud, and that made you quiet.
“Hey,” Joel murmured into your hair, just above a whisper. “I ain't lettin’ nothin’ happen to ya. You know that, Sweet Pea.” He tightened his arms with a squeeze of reassurance.
“I know,” you said. “I trust you... I'm not scared. I'm just nervous.”
“Whatcha gotta be nervous about?” he asked.
*Really?*, you thought, and asked, “Do I have to explain?”
“No, baby,” he said. He caressed your arm, and then his hand slid under your arm to your chest. With his body curved around yours, he took a deep breath, then pushed his hips forward, letting you feel the heat and strength of his loins through his boxers. He offered, “How ‘bout I show ya the only thing ya gotta be nervous about.” He slid his hand into your nightie and fiddled with your nipple, quickly bringing it to a taut peak.
“Mm?” You asked sleepily.
“Only thing ya gotta be nervous about is how you're gonna stay quiet when ya cum in a minute or two.” His hips pushed against you harder, and he went on, “Because you *will* stay quiet, so help me.”
Your heart skipped a beat. Stay quiet or what, you wondered silently.
Joel answered the unasked question. “Or we'll give’em the full show. Spankings and all.”
Your cunt twitched and your butt pushed back on Joel. He added, just above a whisper, “Then eat breakfast with’em in the mornin’..... That's the part i know ya don’t want.”
Joel's cock was hard against your ass. “Here's the part I know ya *do*.” His hand slid between your legs and pried your thighs apart. Initially not finding you wet, he slid his finger along your slit, ghoating up and down a few times before settling at your pretty little hole. It was just beginning to drip. “There she is,” he murmured.
Joel is quiet for a few seconds, then asks, "What if I told ya to suck his dick?
"No!"
"You'd say no to me?"
"I'd ask if I really have to."
I'm sure it will never happen but what if Sweet pea dreams about it👀
500 words, dark!Joel x you x dark!Carter
Kate, you menace 😫🫶 Thank you for enabling me. I think about this too. Source of quote. Technically, it's a bit of a nightmare. CW dark
You don't wanna think about Carter that way, but you can't help it after Joel mused about you sucking his dick. It was a test, just a test, but he put the image in your mind and it's what you're thinking of when you drift off to sleep. . .
😴💤💤 You're sitting in Joel's lap, facing Carter across the breakfast table. You're in a dress with no panties, impaled on Joel's cock. He’s slowly moving you with his massive hands on your hips. “mm,” he sighs as you lean back. He nibbles at your neck.
Carter quietly sips his coffee. There's something different about Carter. Not just his black eye. Joel pulls you back hard, nudging your cervix and you gasp. You brace your hands on the table. Carter winks at you.
Joel brings his lips to your ear. “Whatcha think, sweet pea?” His hips lift you. “Wanna suck his dick?”
Your face catches fire and your heart races. “No,” you claim.
Carter puts down his coffee, chuckles, and stands up, revealing a massive bulge in his sweatpants. He palms himself as he comes around the table, and your walls twitch around Joel at the sight.
“Don't lie to me, baby,” Joel murmurs. He grabs your tits and pulls you back against him.
Carter squeezes between you and the table. He pulls down his waistband. You're full of Joel’s cock, staring at Carter's gorgeous length as Joel’s hips move under you.
“Just a little kiss,” Carter whispers. “If ya want,” he winks.
You shake your head no but your walls squeeze around Joel’s cock again.
“Don't say no to him,” Joel cautions you. “You wanna, don't ya?”
It's a trap with no way out.
Precum is beading at Carter’s tip until he swipes it away with his thumb. He brings his thumb to your lips and you kiss the salty liquid off.
“Good girl,” Joel whispers. “Just a lil kiss that's all.”
Joel’s chest nudges you forward. Carter sits on the table and spreads his knees. His balls are big, too. His pubic hair is soft looking. Just a tad redder than his scruff. Joel scoots the chair forward and you moan at the jolt of his cock.
“It's ok,” Carter whispers.
You brace your hands on his thighs and he holds his cock for you. Another pearl of precum is forming. Before he can wipe it away, you lean forward and kiss it off. Your lips gently seal around the top half of his tip and your tongue darts out against the slit.
Carter groans.
Joel pulls you back by the hair and your heart skips a beat. He holds you against his chest with one arm while he reaches into the waistband of his pj pants and pulls out a pistol. Carter is sitting calmly with his cock in his hand like he knew it was gonna happen. “Sorry, sweet pea,” Carter mutters apologetically. Joel cocks the hammer, and you wake up.
sweet pea cock warming raider joel while he works on something or leads a meeting - 👀😽
Quiet time, 18+
raider!Joel Miller x f!reader, 970 Words
“You said we could go to the creek,” you remind Joel.
“You can,” he answers, then barks, “Carter!”
“I wanna go with you,” you protest.
“Can't right now, baby,” he adjusts the map he's looking at.
“Can I be here?” you climb into his lap.
“If ya let me do what I'm doin’,” Joel shoots you a look over his glasses as he helps you settle in.
He holds the map behind you, folds it twice, and is studying a certain area. You put your head on his shoulder, and he pets your head, then rests his free hand on your back. You wiggle your hips and feel him harden under you.
He puts down the map and scratches one side of his beard. “Gotta think..."
“About what?” you ask.
“Shhhhh,” He quiets you. He mumbles something to himself as he picks up the map again.
Your lips are against his neck, and you suck a little.
He clears his throat. “Would ya gimme a minute, sweet pea?”
You sigh, then adjust your position so his warm, hardening cock is nestled right against your sweet spot.
"I don't want you to go anywhere," you say.
He doesn't react.
You rest, and you aren't thinking about it when you begin to grind yourself against him.
“Would ya cut it out?” He grumbles, reaching down to flick open the button of his jeans. He unzips with a sharp exhale through his nose, then murmurs, “That what ya want?”
“No,” you reply, “I want you to take me to the creek.” Your heart races at your own defiance, half expecting punishment, but he takes a different tack.
“So ya don't want this,” he asks, reaching between your bodies, his knuckles rubbing against your clit as he rubs himself over the denim.
“Of course I do,” you whisper.
“You gotta be quiet,” he warns. “You gonna let me focus?”
“Uh-huh,” you nod.
“You promise?”
“Yeah,” you agree.
“If you got anything else to say, you better say it now,” he warns as he helps you onto his cock. He nestles the tip inside and raises an eyebrow at you. You say, “just that i don't want you to go.”
"Mm hm," he acknowledges. Then spits on his hand and lifts you to wet his cock more. His thumb pushes the tip inside, helping himself into you: chubby and hard, but not fully erect. He nudges you down, and you sink onto his shaft with a sigh.
“I know,” he coos, and his cock swells and stiffens.
You hum, “Mmm,” as he adjusts your position, pulling you down to the hilt.
“Quiet time,” he announces and adjusts his glasses. You wiggle your hips to feel him growing thicker, more erect.
“Sit still,” he says.
“Yes, sir,” you whisper with a smile against his neck.
And you rest there, basking in the fullness of him as he reviews the possible routes.
A low, satisfied growl rumbles his throat as his cock comes to full mast in your warmth.
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Carter shows up, out of breath, wiping sweat off his hairline. “Did you call?” He glances at you, clocking Joel's unzipped pants, which Joel doesn't acknowledge.
“Come on in,” Joel says.
Carter greets you, “I was lookin’ for ya, Peanut.”
“She's having quiet time,” Joel says, “But, uh, let's talk about this for a second,” He gestures with the map. “C'mere.”
Carter approaches and sits with one big thigh and half his ass on the desk.
Joel muses, “What about takin’ the old road east and around instead of goin’ through that whole patch with the bus graveyard?”
“How many are we talkin’ about bringin’?” Carter asks, “Cause on that road, you gotta worry about…” he glances at you like he doesnt want to scare you.
“Yeah, I know,” Joel says. “Shit, I dunno.
I reckon just a couple, at least while we do the re-con.”
Joel’s so smart. You feel a little swell of gratitude that he'll let you sit like this while he works.
“She comin’?” Carter asks, lowering his voice like you're not less than two feet away.
“Yes,” you answer.
“No,” Joel chuckles. Then, to Carter: “So I reckon you ain’t either.”
The map rustles as Joel folds it over a stretch of silence.
“What?” Joel asks, “you're stayin’ with her.”
“Yeah,” Carter answers softly, but you can tell he thinks it's not a good plan.
“What?” Joel asks again.
“I didn't say anything,” Carter protests.
“Yeah. What ain’t ya sayin’?” Joel prods and his hips shift under you, making you let out a little moan. Oops. Your lips form a straight line.
Carter starts, “All of us in the van, better than splittin’ up at this point.”
Joel’s chest expands as he thinks it over.
“Whatcha think, boss?” Carter asks.
“Shit, maybe you're right,” Joel concedes. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes with one hand as he puts his glasses down with the map on the desk.
Joel says, “Let's see what the weather does, next couple days. Let's finish gettin’ the van ready. We'll see how things look.” Joel nods slowly, searching Carter’s eyes for whether they're on the same page.
“Alright,” Carter nods. “Yeah, you got it.” The back of his hand gives Joel's arm a friendly tap.
Then Carter stands up off the desk and subtly adjusts himself. Your eyes pan down his legs. He's so tall.
“You want me to take her?” Carter offers, “To the creek, I mean?”
“Later,” Joel says.
You gently rub your nose against the vein of Joel's neck, and his cock twitches.
“Later,” Carter agrees with casual little two-finger salute as he exits.
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Thank you for reading 🩷✨️🫶 and I appreciate your engagement/encouragement so much.
Do you have biceps on your mind? I sure do. All day long I kept thinking about Raider and Sweet Pea and how she bit him that one time. It made me wonder if Raider would be flattered (or a little discombobulated?) if Sweet Pea made it clear she had a thing for his arms. Like if he'd let her run her fingers lightly up and down, or if she left a trail of kisses from the tip of his fingers to his shoulder. Arm worship. Yeah. Is that a thing?
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Sweet nonnie, you know I have biceps and triceps on my mind! I thought about that biting ficlet too 😭. Tysm for the ask 🖤🖤
He would love knowing she has a thing for his arms and I can imagine her licking and sucking his bicep and even leaving a mark 😵💫
He looks at the hickey. "What's this about, hmm?"
"I didn't mean to," you mumble. "Just love to feel how strong you are."
He flexes experimentally, and your eyes widen. You tongue the groove under his bicep, then slide your tongue up and latch onto him with your lips, softer, gently suckling at his muscle, then sliding your lips before sucking again.
He watches in amusement. "Love the arms don't ya?"
You nod, then pull your lips off to gush, "they're so big."
"Cause I gotta keep ya safe, sweet pea. That's what they're for."
what do you think would happen if sweet pea found out from carter that joel's birthday is coming up? <3
raider!Joel x f! reader. angst and fluff
A/N: He would tell her Joel doesn't like to celebrate. It being outbreak day, she doesn't wonder if there's more to it. She wants to honor him. She tries really hard to think of something, find something. Nothing seems special enough. She never gets anything, and she feels awful about it.
You wake up on Joel's birthday, empty-handed. You're sniffling in his arms, little spoon as usual, and soon a tear is running down your cheek and onto his bicep. "Mm," he grunts in his sleep. You keep sniffling. "Sweet pea," he mumbles and pulls you closer.
By the time he really wakes up, you're ugly crying into his arm. It turns him on. He touches your face, catches your tears and thumbs your lips, then slowly ruts into you. You wipe your face and get up to move. He turns over on his back to watch you. You straddle his knees, bend forward, and you're just about to suck him when he lays a hand on your head and asks, "you okay, baby?" You start crying again, harder. "C'mere." He pats his chest. You settle in with your head on his chest, tears in his chest hair.
Your voice is broken. "I know it's your birthday." His chest slowly expands under your cheek. "I didn't get you anything. I really wanted to. I couldn't think of anything good enough, I wanted to give you something really special." Your crying becomes more vocal. "And I don't have anything for you."
He pets your head and allows some silence, then answers, "that's cause I got everything I need." He kisses the crown of your head. After some time of soothing you and thinking, he starts, "you," and his voice is tighter. He clears his throat. You pull back to so look up at him. It's a face you're not sure you've ever seen on him. His brows are furrowed, and there's the slightest fogginess in his eyes. He swallows, looks away for a moment, takes a deep breath through his nose, then locks in on your eyes. His deep voice is barely above a whisper. "you've given me a lot, sweet pea."
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Imagine falling asleep on top of him, hugging him with all your limbs, thighs spread, easy access. and you wake up with his cockhead nudging at your wet little hole. He pushes his length into you, his fingers digging into the plush of your ass, your chest fluttering at the stretch. You push back on him and he pushes further in. Your hips tilt to meet the gentle rock of his, and then he's all in. He moves you on him, spreading your cheeks with his firm grip on your ass. The push of his hips is powerful, but the pace is slow and intimate. His brow furrows, his eyes darken, and you've learned this look of his says, you're mine.
Toxic!! 😔 I need some Raider Boo protection and reassurance! Please! 🙏 HC or blurb anything. Sweet Pea is sad, hope lost, scared of the future and a looming sense of dread that this is going to be really bad. How does our evolved Raider handle that?
Love ya! And thank you for making this safe space for us. 🖤
roly poly
RAIDER JOEL COMFORT (<500 words)
Notes: Love you, M. 🖤 Hugs to all. 🫂
The men are outside by the fire while you’re sitting in the dark, on the bed, with your knees to your chest and your gun on the nightstand, trying to stay alert for threats but feeling tired. Joel killed off a few infected in the auto yard earlier. One popped out from behind a rusted VW bug a few feet from you, and it felt like a close call. You always felt safe with Joel before. You still feel safer with him than anyone else, but the world you live in is getting even scarier. They're getting closer.
When Joel walks in, he squints at you. He sits on the bed to take off his shoes. “You okay?” he asks.
“Better with you here,” you whisper.
He nods and lays a hand on your knee. "Shoulda been here all along." He knows what’s wrong. He can feel it in the air, just like you can. “Lookin’ like a roly-poly, all curled up” he mutters to cut the tension.
Then, with a grunt that becomes a sigh, he picks you up with his arms around your curled-up form. “Gonna have to carry ya 'round like this now?”
“No,” you break into a reluctant smile.
“Will if i have to,” he goes on, pacing to the other side of the bed with you. “Maybe find a big backpack to put ya in…”
He sets you down on the bed again and tickles your sides, making you uncurl. Then he gets between your legs and puts some of his weight on your torso, with his head close to yours. “We’re gonna be alright, baby,” he whispers. “It might get rough for a while,” he acknowledges, “but we can make it.” You know he can’t guarantee it, but his words still feel like a warm blanket.
“I ain’t lettin’ anything happen to my sweet pea,” he assures you. “OR my roly-poly,” he adds with a little pinch of your cheek. He searches your eyes, then lays a kiss on your forehead. “Nothin' more important,” he murmurs into your hair. Then he kisses your mouth, letting his lips linger softly against yours.
