being bad and looking good.
2.8k, raider!Joel (dark) x f!reader | Raider Master
SUMMARY: You look hot but get punished for acting up.
WARNINGS: I8+ dubcon unsafe P in V, possessive Joel, creampie, manhandling, angst, joel makes you cry, rough, spanking, choking. He's a bad guy, not a kink practitioner: no rules. He cares, and you enjoy the dique, but you're captive.
A/N: HYPOTHETICAL because I didn't want to figure out where to place it in the timeline. Set vaguely in the past. This is for a lingerie ask as well as readers who have requested feral/mad Joel or sweet pea being bad. @javier-penas-wifexx420 @arcanefox207
IMMERSABILITY: Reader has hair that can be held/pulled. Joel can lift reader. Reader has no height/size, so fill in the blanks for whether he has to bend his knees to enter you, etc.
Joel lets it slip how close the abandoned mall is, and you can't stop thinking about going there. You want to get something for him. He always brings you things and you never have anything to give him other than food you've foraged and flowers for the trailer. One day, you insist it would be fine with Joel if you go to the mall. You make it sound like you've discussed it. Carter is skeptical, but he feels bad for you. He finally breaks down and agrees to take you.
When you're there, you're walking through the mall and notice Carter's head turn all the way toward a particular storefront as you walk by. You wouldn't have noticed it otherwise. He keeps the same stride, but you slow down to look.
It's a lingerie store. Most of the mannequins are bare or have clothes hanging off them, but there are huge, fading posters with women of all shapes and sizes sporting lace teddies, babydolls, bralettes, strappy garters, and the floor is littered with them.
Carter sighs when he realizes you've stopped at the store.
As he slowly walks back to you, scratching the back of his neck, you ask, “Do you think Joel would like it if I had something from here?” The question feels almost rhetorical, but there's that bit of insecurity, too.
“Uh, I dunno. Sure, I guess.” Carter doesn't seem comfortable. He agrees to let you go in for just a minute to see if you find something, but you have to stay in view. And you think you do. It's a two piece with a sheer, strappy top. The bottom is more modest than a thong, but it has a slit in the crotch that makes you clench your thighs together thinking about Joel.
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When you get home, you put it on in the bathroom so you can look at yourself in the mirror. You think it looks good, but it's not a full-length view. And you're not quite sure if it's fitting right. How much tit is supposed to be showing? How tight should it be? You put the flannel back on, but leave it open when you come out. You feel a little more covered than you are, since the nature of the fabric shows a lot.
Carter's sitting at the kitchen table casually shuffling a deck of cards. He looks at you for only a split second before his face hardens, and he abruptly looks away. “Jesus,” he drops the cards on the table, and the chair groans against the floor as he stands up. “The hell are ya doin’?” he awkwardly turns around, pulling up on his pants a little.
“I just wanna know if it looks-”
“--'m sure it looks great,” Carter runs his hands through his hair in distress as he looks out the window. Then, he tightly crosses his arms, and they stretch his sleeves even more. “Now get outta here,” he tells you. He rocks forward onto his toes, then back, waiting for you to leave.
Is he mad? You step further into the kitchen and try to meet his eyes in the reflection.
His voice is stern. “Go put some goddamn clothes on.”
“Sorry, I wasn't–”
“Now.” He means it. You stand there stunned for a moment with your lip quivering. He's never been angry at you before.
“NOW.” He points toward Joel's room, veins bulging on his hand and arm. He doesn't turn around to look at you, but you see the flush from his cheeks creeping onto his neck and ears.
You go to your room and sniffle as you button the flannel. Then you put on a pair of shorts, curl up on the bed, and cry.
–
After a few minutes, there's a soft knock on the bedroom door. “Ya’okay?”
You only sniffle, “I'm sorry,” in response.
Carter sighs. “I shouldn'ta snapped at ya, darlin’. But ya just – can't do that, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Shit, you're a pretty girl, okay? But it ain't my business how ya look. . .in somethin’ like that.”
“. . .I know, I wasn't thinking.”
“Now, if you're dressed and wanna play rummy, I’ll deal. . .”
You smile to yourself through your tears.
—--
You dry your eyes and come out to the kitchen, but something in the air is different as you pull out a chair and sit down.
“Carter, please forget it,” you plead and try to get him to look at you. It feels like you broke something.
He finally makes eye contact and forces a little smile. Then he concentrates on the cards as he deals. “Two, two, three, three,” he counts the cards out loud for each of you as he deals. He finishes, and while you're studying the hand you’re dealt, it's quiet. In the corner of your eye, Carter's gaze falls to your now fully-covered chest, but he quickly pulls his eyes away and looks straight down, fidgeting with his cards. You feel awful. What if he can’t look at you the same? It was stupid to try to show him. Of course it would look good to Joel, he likes everything on (and off) you.
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When Joel gets home, you're in the bedroom alone, sitting on the bed in the lingerie and flannel. As he enters through the kitchen, his boots are heavy on the linoleum. Your heart races with a moment of doubt - how are you going to explain this? But he bursts in the room grumbling, “goddamn Harold, tryin’ to get us all killed.” He takes his shirt off over his back, tosses it to the laundry, and looks at you. He pauses and devours the view for a few seconds before he slowly approaches, chest heaving.
He looms over you as you sit on the bed. He uses both hands to nudge the flannel off your shoulders, and it pools behind you. You take your arms out of it. He grabs a tit and rests his other hand on the nape of your neck, thumb brushing the curve of your skull. His chest lets out a low growl as he feels you. Then his fingers trail up the strap on one shoulder. He plucks it and it snaps against your skin.
Joel’s face darkens as he asks, “Where’d it come from?” When you don’t answer fast enough, his hand traces up your throat. A chill spreads across your chest. His thumb brushes the side of your neck, then slides over to lift your chin and make you look at him. “Where.”
“I wanted to do something you’d like.”
“Where,” he repeats, then clenches his jaw, waiting.
“You said the mall wasn’t far, so–”
He raises his voice. “You went to the mall? Where was Carter?”
“It’s okay, he was there, even found a part for the van in the parking lot.”
Joel’s nostrils flare, and he grips your jaw. “Carter took you to the mall.”
Your eyes water with panic. “No, it wasn’t his idea--”
“To buy somethin’ like this.”
“I wanted to get you something. I didn’t know they had this stuff —”
“He's got no business takin’ ya anywhere. And sure as hell not somewhere sexy.”
You're worried for Carter and grateful he’s not around. “I swore the mall was okay, that you wouldn’t mind. I didn’t know there was somewhere sexy,” your voice trails off.
Joel shakes his head, nostrils flaring. “You don't say what's okay. You don't KNOW what's okay. Get up.”
He forces you to your feet then turns you around.
“I thought you'd like it,” you sniffle. “You always do things for me.”
“He grabs your ass, lifting your butt cheek and lets it drop. He clicks his tongue. “well, I sure don't like how ya got it.”
“I'm sorry”
“Think ya need a reminder who's in charge here.”
“I know,” you sniffle in agreement, sensing what's coming. He sits down on the bed and manhandles you into lying face down over his knees. You feel a twinge of arousal even before he shifts your position and your hip brushes the hard shape in his jeans.
You hold your breath as he brings his hand back, then it lands with a sting and you yelp at the force. You bury your mouth in your arm as he brings his hand back again. He repeats it on the other cheek and you let out a muffled whimper that sounds more aroused than you should be.
“Like bein’ bad?” He asks, then spanks you again.
“No.”
His hand lands with a sting one more time and stays on your skin to grab the plush of your burning skin. “Ya like this?”
“. . .I dunno,” you whimper, unsure of the right answer.
He feels between your legs, his thick finger finding a damp slit in the cotton crotch of the lacy underwear. He slips a finger inside the garment, giving you a shock of need when his knuckle nudges your dripping hole. “Ya do, don't ya? Get up.” He grabs your arm and stands up, forcing you to your feet. He holds your hair and stares you down sternly. “This ain't for fun, baby, it's your safety” He lets go of your hair and looms closer. “Understand?”
You nod and reflexively back up. Something tells you it's not just about your safety.
“AND Carter's. You tryin' to make me hurt’m?” He asks. Joel gets closer and you keep backing up toward the wall.
“No,” you sob. “Please don't. He’s good, so good, he wouldn't even look at me. He respects you so much”
A new rage flashes across Joel's face and he lowers his voice. “He wouldn't . . .even . . .look at ya,” he mutters too calmly for your comfort. He takes a deep breath, looks you up and down again, puts his hand on your chest, fingers spread wide, and walks you harshly into the wall. His bare chest heaves. ”But ya gave him the chance, didn't ya,” Joel nods. You've dug your hole so much deeper.
“I was only thinking about–” Joel’s hand comes to your neck as you croak out, “--you.” You don't know what you were thinking. Joel doesn't either. He slowly shakes his head, nostrils flaring.
He pins you with his hips, and his hard cock digs into your front, making you gush.
“Forget who ya belong to?”
“No,” you whimper. “I’m yours.”
He pulls his hips back and quickly unfastens his pants. You bite your lip to keep from moaning at the sight of his cock. It nudges under the bottom hem of the lingerie top to reach your body. You feel his skin hit your lower belly, and it makes you weak with desire. “Only wanna be yours.”
He kicks your feet apart to spread your legs, and he brings his lips to your hair. “Then ya do what I say. Understand?”
“Yes sir,” you whisper, then he shoves his hand between your legs, using two fingers to spread the slit in the fabric of the crotch.
“‘s’for your own good,” he adds.
He nudges the slit with his cockhead. The fabric doesn’t open wide enough, so he rips the slit more, then you feel his tip at your wet little hole. He holds his cock in line, then grabs your ass and shoves up into you all at once, bottoming out. The force makes your back and shoulders drag up the wall. With your feet now off the ground, your knees bend, cradling his hips. He holds you by your ass, adjusts your weight, and your back is against the wall. You balance your arms around his neck. His thick cock retreats then punches into you again.
He's so thick, each time he pushes in, it feels like he’s taking up your whole body. He’s not looking at you; he’s looking past you. The grip of his fingers hurts enough to feel good, to feel his desperation, how much he has to have you–for him and only him.
He grunts and growls and breathes heavily, stomach heaving against you. “You're mine, sweet pea.”
“I am,” you agree.
“No one else can have ya.” His words get broken with the force of his thrusts. “No one else can see ya.”
“I know.”
You moan as he buries his length in you roughly, and he mutters “goddamn,” tightening his grip on your ass. You’re overwhelmed by the fullness of his cock, his skin against yours, his breath in your hair, his body pinning you there. All of it makes your insides swell with mounting pleasure.
“I love being yours,” you pant.
He fucks you in relative silence for about two minutes, the room filled only with the sounds of his brutish grunts and unbridled sighs, your little moans and whimpers, and the squelch of his stiff cock pumping in and out of your dripping cunt.
He adjusts your weight and looks down at your body from time to time, letting your upper back rest against the wall as he rails into you. You’re reassured that he likes the fit, at least. Your legs wrap loosely around him.
The pressure in your lower belly builds with each grunt, each thrust of his cock. Soon, his breath becomes shaky and the drag of his cock quickens. Then he bottoms out sharply with a groan, drawing a sigh from you as he begins to pulse. He thrusts into you slower, more controlled, and you rock slowly against the wall. The rhythmic swell of his shaft within your walls and the warm seed spilling from his tip make you clench around him. You moan his name, tighten your legs, and he sighs as your cunt chokes his cock.
When his balls are empty, he slides out, and the fabric pulls with his cock as he withdraws and lets you down to the floor.
—-
Joel sighs, crams his wet cock into his pants, and fastens them again.
“You okay?” He asks, catching his breath.
“Yeah,” you mutter. “Where are you going?”
“Gonna pay Carter a visit, down at the house.”
“Please, Joel, it was all my fault,” you beg. “Don’t do it.”
“Ain’t gonna kill’m. This time.” You still don’t like the look on his face.
You follow him across the room, reach for his arm, and your fingers land lightly on his inner elbow. He pauses, still without his shirt on, and looks down at your hand on his elbow. He turns around, reads your face, then goes over to the bed without a word. He sits and manspreads. “I was desperate to make you happy,” you plead, fidgeting with the hem of your top.
Joel scrunches his face. “Ya do make me happy, sweet pea.”
“He didn't even wanna take me,” you insist.
“Then he’s gotta learn to say no.”
You hesitantly come closer, unsure if he’ll turn you away, but he lets you between his legs, then you sit on his thigh and keep fidgeting with the hem of your top.
“He says no all the time,” you assure Joel.
“Does he,” Joel mutters skeptically.
“I made it like he would've been saying no to you.”
Joel shakes his head, looking at your mouth. “That ain't right, but he knows better, baby.”
“He yelled at me,” you offer, hoping it doesn't make things worse.
Joel's brow furrows and his tone sharpens. “Ya gotta stop lyin’, now. It's pissin’ me off.”
“I'm not! He was mad.”
“Oh yeah? What'd he yell?”
“Told me to go away and put on some clothes.”
Joel’s chin lifts to look at the ceiling and he takes a deep breath, then looks at you. “What the hell got into ya, huh?”
“I dunno,” you mumble. “Feel like I'm going crazy, stuck here all day.” Joel looks at you. “But you take good care of me,” you clarify, “and I love it here.”
But that’s not what Joel’s thinking about.
“Wanna fuck him? Suck his dick?”
“No!” You're on the verge of tears again. “God, Joel, please don't talk like that.” Your face is scrunched up in pain.
“Then don't act like it.”
“I was–okay, I get it.”
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.”
Joel's face slowly softens, like you found the only acceptable answer. “And why’s that?”
“Cause I only want yours.”
“Hm,” Joel nods.
“Please, Joel. Stay here, don't go to him. . .you can talk to him tomorrow.”
You put your arms around Joel's neck and study his pensive face. Then you bury your head in his neck and whisper “Sorry.” His hand slowly comes to your back. You dip your head and lightly brush your lips against his collar bone, then return your face under his jaw, and he nestles his head over yours. Your wet lashes blink against his skin, and his hand slowly slides on your back. Somehow, it feels like more comfort than you deserve.
“Ok, baby,” he whispers and wraps both arms around you.
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if you wanna know whether Carter sees sweet pea that way, check out he's only human.
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Their present-day story will continue, but I don't have an ETA, sorry. Unless the next one gets split up, it'll have fluff, two moods of smut, angst.
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