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?
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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.
Joel has to drive somewhere, and Carter is busy. It’s just you and Joel, and you’re taking the smaller van. As Joel gets in the driver’s seat, for the first time he tells you to buckle up. It feels silly, given everything that’s happened in this van while it was moving, but you do it anyway. The road is mostly quiet, and you never see another car. It feels weird having a seat all to yourself, but seeing Joel drive really turns you on. His massive triceps casually flex with every turn. His thick thighs shake a little on the bumpy road. Joel looks over at you and does a double take, allowing himself the hint of a smile.
“What?” you ask.
He shakes his head as though to brush it off, then says. “The way you were lookin’ at me.” His nose pulls downward and he bites his lip like he might actually laugh otherwise. It gives you such a burst of joy that you could cry if you dwelled on it too long.
“How was I looking?” you smile.
He shakes his head. His nose twitches again.
“How?” you plead.
“. . . Like,” he shrugs. “Like you’re . . .watchin’ a movie, or somethin’.”
You shrink into your dress to hide your smile, embarrassed of how wide it is, and for something so simple to make you so happy. It’s wrong to feel happy when you’re driving by pits full of skeletons and rotted clothes, you think. Looking out the window, looking at anything but Joel, is a reality check, but you can’t keep your eyes away long.
You bring your left knee up on the seat and turn toward him, resting the upper left side of your head on the headrest as you watch. “I never see you drive, you know.”
“Guess not,” he agrees.
“I like how you do it.”
He reaches over and pets the crown of your head, and his eyes travel down your body before he returns his hand to the wheel. “Dress looks good on ya."
“I love it,” you gush. You fiddle with the hem and look down. There's that sting and pressure behind your eyes again. It’s the fact that he picked it up for you, back when he used to leave you at the trailer. And he didn’t give it to you until now. He wasn’t sure you’d like it, he said. Then, on this unseasonably warm day, he finally took it out of the bottom of one of his drawers. Like it was always in the back of his mind--you'd like to know what else is back there.
Unshed tears begin to blur your vision, and when you blink, the tears web your lashes. Joel notices. He watches you for a second and your lip quivers. He looks at the road again. You bring your knee down from the seat and look straight ahead, and when you blink again, one rolls down. Joel draws in a slow breath through his nose and looks at you as he exhales. You wipe your eyes with your fingers, then glance at him, brow furrowed, and quickly shake your head like you don’t wanna talk about it.
He nods in agreement and goes back to watching the road. A few seconds later, he looks at you again and puts his hand on your thigh. His voice takes on a soothing tone. “I know, sweet pea.” After a minute, he opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't.
He rubs your thigh, then squeezes it. You nod and take a deep breath.
He adjusts his head on the headrest, looking pensively at the road. He's driving with one hand. He makes everything look so easy.
Sitting side by side, with what feels like a massive gap in between, even though he can reach you. . . It suddenly feels wronger than ever. You feel strange and exposed without your bodies together.
“I feel weird in this seat,” you admit and wish it didn’t come out whiny.
As soon as the sentence leaves your mouth, he takes his foot off the gas and the white noise of the gravel becomes slower, more soothing as he pulls off the road. He parks on the grass, surveys the area in silence for a few seconds, then turns off the engine. He gets out and gently closes the door. You take off your seatbelt while he’s coming around to your side.
You start to open the passenger door, and he opens it the rest of the way. You scoot to the edge of the seat and he leans into the van. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands on your back pull you even more toward the edge. “It’s okay, I got ya,” he murmurs. You wrap your legs loosely around him, and he pulls you flush. A moan slips out when you feel him against you. You lift your chin, and when your lips brush his beard, he tilts his head down. His lips quickly find yours, and he moans quietly into your mouth as his embrace tightens.
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Thank you so much for reading! And ty for the photo, Lum! 🌸🫛 💕
I imagine she picks the flower at some point on this trip as well.
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.
I was wondering how Raider would react (now that their relationship has evolved so much) if he was woken up by sweet pea having a nightmare.
Let's imagine she cries and says Jackson's name in her sleep.
How would he comfort her, what would his thoughts be?
🙏
Joel responds to a nightmare | raider
Good question 🖤 including a couple of adjacent scenarios that have been on my mind.
If you sound mildly distressed, he's comforting. "It's okay, baby." If you sound like you're crying, he'll slide his fingers over your cheeks. When he feels the warm moisture, he's turned on.
If he hears a name like "Jackson," his heart starts pounding. His nostrils flare. His possessiveness seizes him. He reflexively holds you tighter, which might wake you up gasping for breath. If not, he rolls you onto your back. Your head is thrashing back and forth, and he holds it still. He says your name to wake you up.
When he sees your fearful eyes, his protectiveness kicks in. He takes a deep breath and reassures you, "Nothin's gonna happen to you, sweet pea." You whisper, "I know." "C'mere," he brushes your tears away and kisses the moisture off his thumb. "Shhhh." He kisses you on the forehead, spoons you again and kisses your neck. He reassures you, and the vibration of his voice through your back soothes you. He stays awake. He wonders what he can do to make this stop. He means well, but he has misguided thoughts like, should I make an example of someone else to show her no one can hurt her?
What if you dream of Harold the Scarecrow instead, just the gruesome scene, and you don't say any names? You refuse to tell Joel what it was about. If he gets it out of you, he tries to avoid his guilt. "Who let you see that?" He demands. "No one," you insist. It was hard to avoid. "Shouldn't be lookin' at somethin' like that. 'Course ya got nightmares." He's quiet for a minute but still thinking about it. "I gotta keep ya safe, sweet pea. The guys gotta know to stay in line."
What if you grind your teeth? He gently forces a finger or two into your mouth. He doesn't mind if you bite them, it's cute. It turns him on a little bit. You suck them and your face relaxes. Depending on how tired he is, it may take it effort not to wake you up for sex now. But if he's spooning you as usual, you'll feel his excitement anyway and might moan onto his fingers, making it worse, and one thing leads to another.
Whoever said that they want raider Joel to make them his trailer park princess was soooo right. I deadass j fantasize abt him and speculate over what’s gonna happen next. I love u raider Joel ur my violent murderous teddy bear and I’ll do whatever u say🖤🖤
I'm suffering from advanced raider brain rot rn. He has super strength btw.
Me: maybe writing a little imagine will get it out of my system 🚬🤡 (narrator: it doesn't)
Raider imagine - House Meeting
raider!Joel (softdark) x f!reader, dark fluff
Imagine Joel waking up to the sound of trouble downhill at the stash house. He gives you a piggy back ride down the hill since you're still half asleep and he doesn't have anyone to watch you at his trailer at this hour. As you go down the hill, you rest your head on his shoulder and look at his beautiful profile as he walks. Especially his nose and neck veins. You give his neck a little peck and he barely snarls since he's distracted by the trouble. When you get to the house, he quickly leaves you on your cot in the private room. He doesn't have time to chain you up before he goes to the main room, but your door is in view.
Voice booming, he yells at everyone to sit down. Then he sits on his own cot facing them, thighs spread, elbows on his knees. He yells at them and they stop yelling at each other. Things cool down while they talk about what happened but then it heats up again.
You creep into the main room where they are and go straight to the cot where he's seated. He doesn't look at you, doesn't even blink. He keeps yelling, maintaining his dominance. But he sits up straight like he knows what you're about to do, and he lets you climb into his lap straddling him. The guys know better than to let their eyes move a millimeter down from his face. You hold onto him with a hug. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and close your eyes. He doesn't acknowledge you or stop yelling. All he does is hold you with one arm and hand on your back, pointing at them with his other bicep bulging along with his neck veins. Then he gently cradles your head as he continues to yell and you can feel the vibrations of his thunderous voice in your skull.
When he's done, he wordlessly stands up with you still wrapped around him. Bends his knees to adjust your weight, then as he'd walking away with you, he mutters, "what're you doin' in here, hmm?" You say you were sleepy and scared. He says, "I know, sweet pea," and gives you a kiss on the head.
can you make another raider Joel about getting sick during the night and he takes care of you
when you're sick
raider!Joel x f!reader Raider masterlist
WARNINGS: not graphic but if you don't wanna think about getting sick / throwing up, please skip it. Reader has hair that can be held. Future - any time after Gun Hug?
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Joel would wake up to the sound of your cough echoing from the bathroom. You hear him rustling around then a gentle knock at the bathroom door. You don't answer. His voice is muffled by the door.
"you okay sweet pea?"
"yeah," you whimper hoarsely.
"lemme in."
"I'm fine real-" you cut yourself off, getting sick again.
He tries to open the door but it's locked
"damnit," he says under his breath. Then he backs up and shoulders into it with his weight and it bursts open.
You look back, and Joel is standing there looking at you with big, sympathetic eyes. He's wearing only short, soft shorts and an undershirt. He looks so tan and ripped. His right hand is bruised and his knuckles are scabbed over from a fight.
you hesitantly ask, "can I please have some privacy?" even though his forced entry gave you the answer.
His face hardens as he thinks it over. Then he says, "no. I said I was gonna take care of ya, sweet pea. That's what I'm gonna do." He squats down beside you. "talk to me, baby. what's goin' on?"
"I just didn't feel good," you croak, and sniffle as tears begin to overtake your eyes. You wipe the corner of your mouth with the heel of your palm.
He gets a wash cloth from under the sink and wets it. "C'mere." He takes your chin in his hand and his brow furrows as he cleans your face for you.
You groan, feeling it coming, and hover your head over the bowl. He sets the washcloth on the floor and gets behind you. He straddles your legs sits back on his heels, with his warm groin against you. He holds your hair for you and plants a gentle kiss on the crown of your head.
"don't look," you manage weakly before you cough again.
"I'm not, baby." He rests his cheek on your head so you know he's not.
When you're done, he asks if you feel better and you finally do. You flush the toilet. He wipes your face again and gets another washcloth to wipe your forehead. Then he helps you up from the floor.
He gets your toothbrush prepped and says "open," ready to brush your teeth for you but when you reach for it, he lets you do it. "All good?" He asks and you nod shyly. Then he takes you back to bed. He holds you and periodically kisses the crown of your head until you fall back asleep.
