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toxicanonymity · 4 months

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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.

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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.

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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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toxicbrothel · 6 months

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river of dreams.

2k, noncanon raider!joel x f!reader x carter (oc)

mood board does not depict reader. ty @patti7dc for the pic

summary: you have a dream where you fall into a river and joel and carter have to warm you up. warnings: I8+, MFM, p in v intercourse, grinding, cream pie, cum play, cum eating, oral f receiving kind of, kinda dubcon for Carter? He's following orders at first, Joel carries reader. unedited - prying myself away in hopes I'll write something real. a/n: something possessed me to expound on the non-canonical camping dream in depth: what if you have the dream again, and you don't wake up until it's over?

You drink a special tea, and when you drift off to sleep, you have an absurdly detailed dream. In the dream, you're traveling with Joel and Carter. It's winter and you're crossing a river when you slip and fall into it. The water is nearly freezing. It's only a few seconds before Joel pulls you out, but your clothes are soaked. Once you get onto dry land, you're so cold you can barely move enough to walk. Joel has to carry you. Joel sees a clearing ahead and tells Carter, "Go. Make a fire. Go!"

Carter runs ahead and makes the fire. He sets up camp as quickly as possible, unrolling your sleeping bag while Joel strips you down. Carter lays your wet clothes and shoes on a log near the fire to dry, then boils some water. Joel is trying everything to warm you up. He takes his own shirt off his back and puts it on you. His socks too. He wraps you in a blanket. You're still shivering.

Carter is going through your pack looking for dry clothes, then he sees how desperate Joel is looking at you and suggests "you should get in the bag. Naked, she needs your body heat."

"Yeah," Joel agrees hesitantly.

In the sleeping bag, you're facing Joel. You wrap an arm over him and he hugs you tight with your tits pressed against his chest. He puts a leg over yours. You're still shivering. Joel keeps saying "gonna be okay, sweet pea" and rubbing your arms. His cock is warm and hardens against you, but he ignores it and stays focused on your warmth.

Joel hugs you for a few minutes, then Carter brings over a cup of boiled water for you. He tastes it himself to make sure it isn't too hot, then crouches down by the sleeping bag. You roll onto your stomach and prop yourself up on your elbows. Joel does too and takes the cup. He brings it to your lips. Carter tries not to look at your tits. Instead he looks at Joel, and how concerned he is. You try to take the cup from Joel to finish the water yourself but your hands are still too numb and you can't grip it. In desperation, Joel looks at Carter, tugs the zipper, and says, "get in here."

Carter hesitates.

"Now. She needs the heat."

Carter puts down the cup, takes off his shoes, and starts to get in, then Joel says "take your clothes off, ya said it yourself."

"Joel, i–"

"Just do it, Carter."

Carter takes off his shirt, then crouches down trying to get in view of your face. He looks at you and asks, "do you want-"

Joel cuts him off- "I said now."

You nod to reassure Carter. Carter glances at you a few times as he takes his pants off. He starts to get into the bag in his boxers and Joel says, "everything."

"Y-you sure, Joel?" He asks as he follows the orders. Joel nudges the bag's zipper down as an answer. The air is cold on your back for a moment until Carter gets in and zips the double bag again.

"C'mere," Joel beckons him, reaching over you to pull Carter closer by his shoulder. Carter presses his chest against your back. It's warm and soft. Joel's hand moves to Carter's tricep and puts Carter's arm over you. Carter awkwardly drapes his wrist over Joel's waist.

Carter is keeping his crotch a respectful inch or two away from you, but Joel pulls him closer. That's when the warm shape of Carter's dick presses against your ass and his soft curls brush your skin. You and Carter both flinch. He settles in against you. He's not hard, not yet. But after a minute, you suppose he can't help it, his body pressed all the way against yours. He clears his throat as his cock swells against your crack. It makes you wet and you feel guilty. It feels strange, having Carter hug you like Joel does every night.

"Can I turn around?" You ask Joel."

"Can ya turn around?"

"He's in your spot," you whine.

"Ok, sweet pea." Joel backs up enough for you to turn over and face Carter. You and Carter exchange a glance. His lips look red and swollen in the firelight. His cheeks are flushed. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. You didn't think it through. You put your arms in front of your chest but Joel takes your top hand and drapes it over Carter's waist before bringing Carter's arm over you again and pulling him tight. "Keep your chest warm," Joel whispers into your hair.

Carter's cock presses against your mound and you gasp through your nose. He pulls his hips back. His heart pounds against you. You push your ass back into Joel and Joel returns the push with his hard cock. Then Joel wedges his hand between you and Carter and covers your mound.

Carter's breath falters as his erection hits Joel's cool knuckles. Joel freezes. For a moment no one moves. Then Joel acts like it's not even there. Joel lightly rubs your clit which makes the back of his hand graze Carter's hard dick.

"Uh," Carter searches for words. "I should. . ."

"S'okay " Joel whispers into your hair, unclear about who he's talking to.

"Sorry," Carter stumbles.

Joel shushes him, then asks, “you ok sweet pea?"

"y-yeah," you whisper, more than okay, but you could never say that.

You shiver, not in cold but in pleasure. Joel grinds his cock against your ass and slides his hand down further to tease your moist hole with his middle finger, bringing some of your ample slick up to your clit. They hold you like that for a minute and you can barely take the tension.

Your hips tilt, and Joel murmurs, "good girl, you're okay." Joel brings his hand back behind you to put his cock between your legs. Carter's hard dick rests against your mound and lower belly for a moment until he pulls his hips back and Joel returns his hand to your front. Joel thrusts forward, wedging his cock between your thighs, sliding against your dripping folds. Your nipples harden with a rush of arousal. Joel slides his cock against you a few times. You're wetter and wetter with the head of his cock rubbing against your clit and meeting his hand on the other side. Then he uses his fingers to nudge the head into your entrance. With Joel's tip nestled just inside, you twitch in anticipation and can't help but push back.

Joel holds onto Carter's back for leverage and pushes into you with a deep sigh muffled in your hair. You bite your lip to try to keep from moaning as you're filled with Joel's rigid cock, and your hard nipples lightly drag an inch or two up Carter's chest from the force. You glance up and Carter's eyes are pinched shut. His arousal twitches against your clit and you whimper, "Joel," tilting your head back against him as he slowly withdraws half his length.

“Mmm,” he fills you up again. He stays mostly inside and fucks you in short pulses, with his tip dragging against a special spot inside you and Carter's cock pressing against your clit and mound. You imagine their balls are touching when Joel bottoms out.

It's ethereal and overwhelming. You’re in the sleeping bag, nestled between Carter and Joel with all three of your bodies growing sweaty.

Joel's thick cock moves at a slow rhythm, drafting thickly inside you, and he brings his hand to your thigh. Your hips are rocking into Carter at the same rhythm. Carter puts a hand on your hip, squeezing you as you grind against his cock. He breathes heavily. Joel has killed men for much less, but in this realm, there are no rules. You're just three bodies in a sleeping bag, and the lining is growing damp with sweat and steam. By now, you're warmer than warm. Your chest, breasts, and cheeks are on fire.

The fire crackles and pops, under the rhythmic squelch of Joel's cock inside you and the heavy breaths from all three of you. Carter lets out soft grunts as you move against him. He's so erect it must be painful, pressed against your skin. Your skin is smooth and slippery with sweat. Their muscular bodies hug your curves. Joel's sounds are quiet but deep and primal as he fucks you from behind. You can picture his nose twitching with his eyes pinched shut as his hips move, burying his cock deep inside you where it belongs.

They both hold you still, but Joel's thrusts are still sending you up, and the higher you grind against Carter's shaft, the closer his tip gets, until it's right there against your clit. Your walls spasm and Joel growls, "good girl," in your ear.

Carter shudders with a tattered sigh. He cums against you, coating your mound and clit with his warm spend. Each pulse nudges your clit, drawing your own climax out longer.

Joel breathes heavily into your ear and whispers, "Feel so good, sweet pea," still fucking you. As Carter finishes, his cum trickles down your clit to Joel's cock.

You sigh, and finally Joel can't hold off any longer. He groans as he bottoms out, then pulses. Carter winces as your clit pulses against his oversensitive cock. Joel grabs your breast, the back of his hand flush with Carter's chest. Joel gropes you and fills you up, fucking some of Carter's cum into you as he does it. You moan as you flutter around Joel's cock, and the moment seems to last forever -- you can feel every beat of Joel's heart, every little pulse of every vein of his cock. And you can feel Carter's heartbeat, too, and his cock and cum against your skin.

Joel stays inside when he's finished.

With his cock still inside you, Joel begins to wrap his arm around you, wedging his hand between you and Carter. Right away, his fingers graze the sticky mess on your skin and he inhales sharply. Joel props himself up on his elbow, then grips Carter's jaw, making his mouth open. Carter waits, frozen. Joel presses his thumb between Carter's lips and down onto his tongue, wiping his cum onto it.

"Clean up your mess," Joel commands, then releases his mouth.

Carter nudges the zipper of the bag down to make room. Joel has one arm under you and his forearm crossing your breasts. He holds you against himself and with his other hand, nudges Carter's head down. Carter obediently moves down so his head is below your abdomen. He's curled over on his knees and Joel is holding you mostly face up for him. He glances up at Joel, then dips his tongue into his cum on your mound. He laps it up slowly and thoroughly, planting his lips and sucking from below your belly button down to your clit, making you twitch around Joel's cock as you feel a other one building. His tongue swirls and presses hard against your skin until he's gotten as much as he can. He licks along the side of your clit, finding some of his cum in the crevasse, then you whine, "Joel," feeling yourself on the edge again.

Carter pulls his head back as Joel reaches down to cup your mound. His hips push him a little deeper inside you and his fingers rest firm on your clit as your body jerks and you cum on his cock again. You whimper through your waves of pleasure and Joel whispers, "good girl."

When you're finished, the three of you lie there and Joel asks, "you warm?"

"Mm-hm," you nod.

"I'll start dinner," Carter offers and Joel lets him out of the bag.

While Carter gets dressed, Joel holds you for another minute then slides out of you.

—--

Joel dresses you, and he gets dressed, too. Carter makes dinner and you eat in silence around the fire.

When Joel goes to piss, Carter waits until he's out of earshot and lowers his voice. “Ya know, I never woulda–if Joel hadn’t–".

“Don’t hafta talk about it,” you interrupt.

Carter looks at you. You can see he’s trying to make eye contact, but you don’t. He swallows and nods. “Right." He gets even quieter. "Okay.”

After a moment of silence, he opens his mouth like he's going to say something, but doesn't. You finally look at him, and he whispers, "thing is–" and the way he's looking at you, you know what he's about to say. "I kinda–"

"-Carter-"

"-Liked it." He raises his brows for a moment, then looks down and scratches the back of his neck. "And if I act like I didn't, it's 'cause-"

"I get it."

Carter nods, you nod, and there's a silent agreement.

—-

Then you wake up.

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Later in the same hypothetical universe: Stinger

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Thank you for reading and compartmentalizing. It's a fic of a fic of a fic.

#toxicbrothel #raider!joel #raider!carter #cw dubcon #raider!carter x reader #river of dreams ☠️

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vonter-voman · 10 months

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Amazing art by Pin Raiders

#wonder woman #lynda carter #steve trevor #lyle waggoner #Pin Raiders #art #dc comics #warner bros

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the-laridian · 3 months

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OCKiss 2024 #1

First of the OCKiss 2024 arts (and my first ever OCKiss arts, period) - a forehead kiss from Rowan to Orion (Fallout 76). Both of them currently on Responder duty, in the Whitespring Refuge. And at the soda counter :P

Rowan looks nerdy as always. Orion came out looking "well this is suitably uncomfortable for both of us, isn't it" to my eyes XD

Orion is @darkfire1177 and Rowan is mine.

#fallout 76 #raider rowan #orion carter #ockiss24 #oc kiss week #ockiss 2024 #laridian arts #my art

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romana-after-dark · 3 months

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Then and Now

For my dearest @toxicanonymity and her Raider Joel, the piece that inspired my most popular series to date.

Then. Right after Joel carved his name on her skin after she tried to escape. She’s still scared and confused a lot of the time, unsure if she’s making the right move. Joel is emotionally closed off, but as he sleeps, he looks at the exposed cuts and wonders if he did the right thing. It was for her own good, wasn’t it?

Now. Sweet Pea is happy, collared, taken care of. She has friendship with Carter, and even though Joel still holds a lot of secrets, he’s opening up bit by bit. Here, Joel is buckling her shoes after dressing her (and maybe fucking her on the table 👀) and Carter watches (after the fuckening is over), happy that she’s happy now.

(Used the Boyd Holbrook faceclaim instead of Garrett Hedlund lol sorry Garrett stans)

Toxi, thank you so much for this amazing series!!! And for being my friend *cue golden girls theme music*

Hope it’s not too shit ass of a drawing I literally used crayola pencils 😂😂 also I cannot for the life of me draw Joel properly even in my silly doodles so enjoy just some scruffy looking nerf herder meant to be him okay 😂 also I can’t draw hands or feet so I usually tuck them away or draw circles shhhhhsh

#Joel miller #raider joel #raider joel 👉🏻👈🏻#dark!joel #toxicanonymity ☠️#the last of us hbo #carter tag #Carter is to me what Lorenzo is to fen #their obsessed with Lorenzo lmfao #anyway

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blackmensuited · 4 months

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#de'andre carter #athlete #sports #nfl #football #🏈#las vegas raiders #coat #hat #handsome #style #sexy #sharp #suave #men's fashion #phyne #attractive #fine #watch #ice

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ancientorigins · 2 years

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Old letters about the British hero who discovered King Tut’s tomb and its 5,000 treasure artifacts have revealed he was also an artifact thief, confirming old suspicions circulating in Cairo in the 1920s and 1930s.

#Howard Carter #Egyptologist #Tutankhamun #thief #tomb raiders #amulets #ancient #history #ancient origins

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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A Collection: Series Masterlist

Below you’ll find all of my mini series that I've written. This is a multi-fandom blog so I hope there is something for everyone to enjoy! I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own. Nothing is beta read. Just a reminder, this is an 18+ blog, so minors DNI! Please make sure to read ALL warnings before you read any of my works. Feedback is always appreciated, so please like and reblog!

Rick O'Connell:

Cradle of Life Series (7 parts) ~ no specific pairing; hinted past relationship with Rick O'Connell x reader

Lee Bodecker:

Cage the Devil Series (7 Parts) ~ Lee Bodecker x reader

Ari Levinson:

An Offshore Love (4 Parts) ~ roughneck!ari levinson x reader

Jake Jensen:

A Brutal Life Series ~ shop owner!jake jensen x foxy!reader

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portergage · 2 years

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Nate’s evolution, from being a jarhead to raider king.

(want to read his story? 👀)

#i’m so proud of this!!!!#the progress i made i’m SHOOK #my raider bastard #freckled idiot #nate carter #dmnws #art!nate #wendy draws #and it’s less and less shitty ✨#fallout 4

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toxicanonymity · 7 months

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he's only human

1.1k, raider!joel x f!reader, OC Carter x himself

kinktober-ish special? mild voyeurism w/ a seasonal flare 🎃 Raider Master | About Raider Carter SUMMARY: PWP with inner conflict. Joel POV as he goes down on you, then Joel's right-hand man Carter hears/sees a glimpse of you and Joel for the nth time and has intrusive thots when he jacks off. A/N: Overlaps with the end of ✨ hunger, starts with Joel POV and shifts to Carter POV. This one goes out to @romanarose, charter member of the Carter fan club - feels like so long ago lmao. @toxicfics for notifications. WARNINGS: oral f receiving (from Joel), brief p in V (Joel), mild voyeurism then jacking off (Carter), mild angst - intrusive thots.

Joel’s had his head between your legs before, but not like this. Not intentionally, not because he craved it. Not for his pleasure or yours. Not with his hand wrapped around his cock. God damn, it’s paradise, he’s like a starved animal. You taste like home. He’s dreamed about it– in a cozy log cabin, he had you laid out on a sheepskin rug by a fireplace and just devoured you without a care in the world. Then he woke up and remembered not to be that happy. Now that he’s let himself have this, he can’t physically get enough.

He opens his mouth wide, tonguing you hard, mapping and claiming every crevasse of you, thirstily taking every drop of you he can find, nosing your clit, kissing it, sucking, thumbing it as his tongue gathers slick from your entrance again and he palms your breast. There’s nothing else in the world right now. His world is between your thighs.

“Joel,” you whimper. His cock twitches dangerously close to climax and he stops moving his hand.

“I want it,” you beg. God damn, it’s the prettiest sound.

Joel pries his mouth off your cunt and catches his breath.

—Carter—-

Carter comes up the hill and sees the fire roaring with two big pots of water. The dog growls quietly at him, but quickly goes back to working on — is that a duck head? Carter walks up to the fire and peeks into the pots—hot damn, a duck in each. As he approaches the trailer door, he’s probably a little quieter than he needs to be. He hears you and Joel both moaning. Joel’s moans are muffled, and yours are unrestrained. Carter’s cock twitches when he realizes what Joel’s doing. Blood rises to his cheeks and he swallows, but doesn’t walk away just yet.

“Ain’t done,” Joel growls and Carter’s heart jumps, thinking Joel’s addressing him. It wouldn’t be the first time Joel kept going with Carter right there. Certainly not the first time in earshot. But the first time doing this. Carter could look if he wanted to right now, but he doesn’t, not even when you completely unravel as you moan Joel’s name. He can picture you writhing in bliss, even if he doesn’t want to.

Shit. Carter adjusts himself. He should go. As he turns to leave, it’s a quick, involuntary glance he takes. A split second but it sears the backs of his eyelids. Your spine is arched, nipples jutting toward the ceiling as Joel pushes his length into you. Carter’s heart races and he doesn’t linger. As he begins to walk away, Joel sighs, “ohhh, fuck.”

Carter’s quickly gotten hard, too hard. This is too much, it’s not gonna go away. He shouldn’t let himself get like this, too easy to turn on. He hasn’t relieved himself in too long. The old magazines are so faded and wrinkled by now, they just remind him of the outbreak. He thinks about how all the models are probably dead, the men and the women. His mind sometimes drifts to you, he can’t help it.

Alright, he’s got to do this quick. The woods, the edge of the woods. Like he’s just taking a leak. Carter palms his hard cock over his pants on his way to the forest. This damn dog better not snitch on him after Carter kept his mouth shut earlier.

When he reaches the woods, he urgently undoes his pants, takes his cock out of his boxers, and spits in his hand. He sighs when he wraps his hand around it. He tries with all his might to pry his thoughts away from what he saw, but he keeps coming back to different scenes of you and Joel. He really can’t really help it, it’s the only sexual content he’s seen in years that doesn’t depress him, and Joel isn’t shy about it at all. He knows Carter would never do anything. If Joel knew some of Carter’s thoughts, though. . .

He tries to think about an ex-girlfriend, but he thinks of you in Joel’s lap. He thinks about the last girl who sucked him off, but he feels ashamed, he shouldn’t have let her, she was desperate. He thinks about you in Joel's lap again. Carter thinks about you in his own lap—no, fuck no, he squints his eyes shut and shakes his head trying to force the thought away. He thinks about Halle Berry in James Bond, she wasJoel's favorite Bond girl too. Carter thinks about you writhing under Joel right now–NO!

He thinks about the goddamn preview of Jessica Biel in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2003, with her low rise jeans and tank top that never got to grace the big screen--he's tried to construct this movie from scratch in his mind on long treks. He thinks about Jessica Biel cresting the hill begging him for help, nipples poking through that tank top, raising his rifle, looking for Leatherface, Jessica Biel's jeans riding so low, but somehow still hugging her body. Then he thinks about your body, and Joel grabbing your ass, and god damn it, he tries to think about nothing at all.

He focuses on his cock. He spits on it again. His eyes follow the veins as his hand glides along his light tan shaft. He’s blessed, he knows it. He moves his hand faster, cups his balls with the other hand. He pumps his stiff shaft, closing his fist over the pink head. It's a nice dick. Maybe he’ll have someone to give it to one day. He thumbs the precum at his tip.

He thinks about you sitting on Joel’s cock in the van that day you ran, only a foot away, the way the sex smelled, he pictures Jessica Biel cresting the hill again for a split second then remembers Joel is splitting you open on the table right now, just right over there, he can still see it, he can hear it, and you’re probably falling apart right about now–oh shit–no, fuck, uughhhhhhghhh—his cock begins to pulse. He angles it onto the leaves in front of him. “Ahhhhhh,” he sighs as quietly as he can as he empties himself. He feels a rush of guilt.

He can so vividly picture the barrel of Joel’s gun right between his eyes right now. More vividly than what he just saw in real life. Carter would never, ever do anything. Honest to God, he doesn’t want to, he really doesn’t. It’s just that he’s only human, and you’re there, and sometimes it feels like Joel can’t go even a few minutes without touching you in places that shouldn’t cross Carter’s mind–your thighs, your ass. Joel makes sure everyone sees you’re his, and sometimes that just. .. .does something.

You are Joel’s. Carter loves you and Joel together even if you make Joel a little crazy, even if it’s caused more friendly fire than Carter ever thought he’d clean up. You make Joel a little crazy, but you also make him a little better. You’re Joel’s, that’s how it should be. But you’re also a pretty girl, who makes pretty sounds, and that’s hard to ignore sometimes.

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Thank you so much for reading! I was writing the next part of raider with a brief turn in Carter POV and my fingers slipped.

#raider!joel #raider!Joel miller #Joel Miller x reader #joel miller smut #raider!carter #kinktober #toxicanonymity ☠️#joel miller x female reader #someone jacks off #boyd holbrook #boyd holbrook smut

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