How much Joel react if Sweet Pea snapped at him, even just a little bit?
Like she has her period now, or maybe just its super hot or some shit or no sleep or something.
Would Joel feel bad that his sweet, well-trained girl was lashing out? or would he snap right back?
Couldn't sleep. raider master
850 words, raider!Joel x f!reader
WARNINGS: angst, light manhandling, dark fluff, spanking, choking adjacent moment, grinding, reference to FEDRA assault.
A/N: analysis here. calling it a hypothetical bc it doesn't fit neatly btwn hunger and the next part.
He grabs you by the arm and you won't look at him, so he grips your jaw and turns your head. His brow furrows as he searches your face. You still don't want to meet his eyes. ”What the hell’s wrong with you today?” he demands. You don't answer. “Hmm?” He prods.
“Nothing,” you mutter, but your eyes are welling up. He stares at your quivering lips, then your eyes as he awaits your answer. You finally look at him. “Sorry. I couldn't sleep. I'm tired.”
He lets go of your jaw and you start to pull away but his grip on your arm tightens and he asks, “That all?”
“Yeah,” you sniffle.
His jaw clenches then moves back and forth. His eyes are pensive, concerned. “‘member what I said after ya ran?”
You nod. “that you only want me if I'm good?” A tear runs down your cheek.
His face softens and so does his voice. “that I only want ya if you're–” he sighs and cups your cheek. “No, sweet pea. That ya gotta talk to me when somethin's botherin’ ya.”
You look down and away, then nod. He lets go of your arm and sits down on the bed.
“You're a good girl, sweet pea. c’mere.” He pulls you onto his lap. He strokes the nape of your neck with his thumb. “That day ya ran. . .” He brushes a tear off your cheek. “That was real bad.” It was bad. FEDRA had you on your knees, made you play Russian roulette, stripped you. "I didn't. . ." He searches for words and doesn't find them. He looks at you with his brows knitted. “we’re past that, ain't we?”
You nod earnestly. “It was stupid. I wouldn't–it was a long time ago. I'd never-”
“'S’what I thought,” he nods. “You're my good girl, sweet pea.” He kisses you on the temple.
“You're not gonna spank me?” You look at him with wide eyes.
His nose twitches. “That what ya want?” He pulls you further into his lap and when you feel his warm, hardening package, you get a rush of arousal. He slides you off his lap and uses his body to push you down on the bed face up. He pins you to it with his hips, arousal digging into your front. He wraps his hand around your throat, not too hard. He sees something in your eyes, and the serious look he gives you says youre not off the hook. “What ain't ya sayin'?”
You stammer, unsure what he means. You hazard a guess, “please?” Your hips lift into him.
He smirks, then it fades as he closes his eyes for a second. “No. why couldn't ya sleep?”
“I–” you sigh. “I was worried about the dog.”
He breathes out a laugh, then with his hands under your arms, he pulls you up further onto the bed so your legs aren't dangling. He sits back on his heels, straddling you with his knees. You eye the bulge in his pants. He asks, “That's it?”
“It's too cold at night,” you whine. “And what if he runs away. I can't believe all that time he was. . .” you start sniffling again.
Joel pauses, seeing the sincerity in your eyes. “Alright,” he nods. “we’ll make him some place warmer. god damn.”
“Really?”
He shrugs, then leans forward and plants his forearm on the bed. He hovers over you, then puts some weight on you again, his cock harder now, making you gush as he presses it against just the right spot. “Yeah, really."
“Thank you,” you whisper. “He's still skinny.”
“Hell, make'm a goddamn vest if ya want,” Joel murmurs, searching your face affectionately.
You laugh, which makes his eyes come to life with warmth. He asks, “okay?” He wipes a tear off your cheek. “see, all ya gotta do is talk to me, sweet pea.”
You nod, then start to explain. “didnt wanna wake you up. 'cause sometimes you're. . ." Your voice trails off, "kinda. . .mean.” wondering if you've gone too far, you second guess whether you even feel that way.
Joel cocks an eyebrow. “I'm kinda mean? Hmm” his lower lip juts out in contemplation.
“No. Well. I mean. . .”
He pushes himself up, then forcibly turns you over face down. His hips press his hard bulge into your ass, and he brings his mouth to your ear. “f’i didn't know any better,” he murmurs, then lifts his hips again for clearance. “I'd think ya were into it.” He pulls up your dress and smacks your ass. You grunt and your mouth falls open with the sting of his hand, making you twitch with need.
“Maybe,” you mumble into the pillow.
You sigh and push your ass up, seeking contact. You look back and he shakes his head in playful disapproval as he unbuttons his pants.
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ty for reading.
So the answer is both - I think he'd snap back, but underneath that he'd be concerned that it's out of character for her. His concern or hurt often presents as anger or frustration at first and he's getting more emotionally intelligent to where he might realize it sometimes.
