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Bargaining

dark!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Bargaining Masterlist

Summary: You try to bargain your virginity for your family’s safety. Word count: 1.8k

Warnings for full fic: 18 + mdni , Dubious consent, virginity loss, unsafe p in v, mentions of STDs, pet names, dark, age gap, survivalism, I do Not condone this. Reader is in her early 20’s, Joel is in his 40’s. Reader’s inner thoughts are in italics. This is my first fic, please give feedback.

“Wait. I can give you something else. My virginity.”

He raises an eyebrow.

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Joel Miller, the infamous raider, stands before you. He and his band of men control these parts, and they provide “protection” from clickers and other raiders in exchange for a monthly payment. Your household (its just you and your younger brother) usually give them a large basket full of vegetables. But this month something, maybe a gopher or a deer, tore up your garden, eating everything. You had nothing else to give. When Joel’s men had broken down your door you begged them, told them you’d give them double next month. They threatened to take your brother instead, put him to work. And then Joel strode through the front door, filing the doorway with his large form. He wore a red flannel, thick tan leather jacket, heavy boots and tight jeans with his knee cocked out and his hands on his hips.

“What’s taking so long in here? There trouble?” He asked his men. They nodded to you and Joel’s gaze shifted to you. An intense gaze, one that made your knees weak and your chin tremble. You swallowed and pulled yourself together.

“I’m sorry, an animal destroyed our crops. We can forage and plant again. I promise next month we will pay double.”

He shook his head sadly and your stomach dropped.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t go around making exceptions, even for someone as pretty as you.”

One of his men stepped forward and made to grab your brother’s arm. Pretty? Maybe there was another way.

“Wait. I am still a virgin. I’m unused. I have no diseases, which is good because out here if you get sick you could die,” you ramble, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“I’m clean. I’ve never been touched by a man. And I wouldn’t just be giving you sex, or safe sex, or my virginity, I’d be giving you a piece of me, my dignity, my identity, my soul.”

He grins wickedly at that so you plow ahead. He likes to have power, you can read it in his face, so you use it to your advantage.

“I’d be yours, claimed, forever marked by you, by my first time. Yours to ruin. Yours to torment, yours to degrade, yours to fuck, yours to fill. You can stretch me out and when your cum is dripping down my thighs and I am reduced to a sweating, sobbing, shaking mess on the floor - striped of my dignity and humanity, then you can proudly sit back and see your power. How you’ve ruined someone, claimed them, destroyed them, owned them.”

Damn you’re really trying to sell this. He has to take bait, you can’t let them take your brother.

You have his undivided attention, his eyes never left yours throughout your whole monologue. He seems surprised and a little impressed by your unexpected language. Now that you’ve said your piece, finished begging, he breaks eye contact. He shamelessly looks you up and down like he’s inspecting a horse to buy. He says nothing but gives one curt nod.

You loosen a sigh of relief. Your brother would be safe. You turned to face him, you had been standing a step in front of him, protecting him with your body. You knelt down and put a hand on his check. “Go upstairs, and don’t come down till I tell you. Okay?” You tell him softly. He nods silently and heads for the staircase in the corner of the room. You straighten up and turn to face Joel again. There’s something on his face, almost like a sad understanding as he watches your brother leave.

“Alright sweetheart, where do you wanna do this?” He asks gruffly in his thick Texan accent.

Oh god this is really happening.

“N-not upstairs.” Is all you manage to get out. Your mind seems to be going blank with the anxiety and shock of what’s about to happen. When you don’t move or say anything else he just nods and grabs your hand, pulling you from the main room where all his men remain, rifling through your things. He pulls you through a door and into the kitchen. He closes the door and pushes a chair underneath the doorknob, jamming it.

“Don’t want anyone interrupting us.” He smirks at your widened eyes. “You know sweetheart, you sure do have a filthy mouth. Saying all those things.” He’s shaking his head. He finally lets go of your hand to take a step back and look you over again greedily. Nothing soft remains in his eyes now. No, the only thing you see is a predator. His hungry eyes devour you. All the warning bells are going off in your head, every instinct telling you to kick him in the crotch and run. But you know you can’t, because although you know you could probably outrun this big guy, there are too many of them, and your brother is upstairs. So, you take a deep breath, loosen your fists and accept you fate. He notices the little movement. He notices everything.

“Ready sweetheart?”

You give a small nod, still unable to speak. You’re afraid of how small your voice will sound. You will not appear weak in front of him. You hold your chin higher and meet his stare.

The corner of his lips pull up in a wicked grin. “Good.”

And then he moves, and he’s so fast you don’t even know what’s happening until you’re pushed up against the kitchen island. With a broad hand he pushes you down and pins you between your shoulder blades. He’s got you bent over face down on the counter. Your breasts are pressed against the cold granite and your nipples harden against it. He presses into you from behind and you can feel his considerable bulge. With one boot he hooks your foot and slides it out, spreading your legs further for him. You hear the metal clanging as he undoes his belt and lowers his zipper. You don’t turn to look. There’s no need, you know he'll be big. With his cock freed he closes the gap between you, leaning further into you.

Shit. This will be painful.

He's even larger than you thought. You feel his hard cock behind you, pressing against your ass and the small of your back. His head tilts and you feel his hot breath on the curve of your neck. His lips glide over your shoulder. “So soft.” He inhales deeply, smelling your hair. “Mmmm.” With one hand he reaches up and grabs at your breast roughly. He can feel your hardened nipple through the thin fabric of the dress. He lets out a low growl and gropes you harder. You can feel his breathing getting faster. He reaches back down to pull your dress up above your ass. It bunches around you hips.

“Hold this sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear. You obey, grabbing the bunched up fabric with one hand and bracing yourself on the counter with the other. He pulls back, and pulls your underwear down to your ankles. One hand moves to your hip, keeping you in place. With his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock he notches at your entrances and pushes in half way. White hot pain flashes through you. He’s so big and your body was not prepared for him. He pulls out almost all the way and pushes in again, all the way, hips snapping. Searing pain, he is splitting your insides apart. You hiss in pain.

“Sorry sweetheart, didn’t say this was gonna be nice for you. Remember this is your payment. Take it.”

He chuckles darkly and slams into you again. You shake your head.

No, no no no, it’s too much.

You can’t breathe. You feel a trickle of blood run down the inside of your thigh. Your hips dig into the countertop and you know there with be a line of bruising left on your skin. You’ll have bruising on the side of your hips too, his fingers are griping you so tightly.

“That’s a good little virgin. So fucking tight. Relax sweetheart. Don’t fight it.” He grunts. “I know your pussy will want it anyways.”

He sets up a rapid pace, slamming into you roughly with each thrust. It’s dry and painful and you hate it. Hate him. But after a few minutes when your body has adjusted you begin to loosen a bit. You still hate Joel, hate this man who runs these lands like he owns them. But you can’t deny that your body has stopped protesting. So you try to drown out the obscene sounds of skin slapping and his grunting behind you. You let your mind travel far away and forget that it is Joel behind you.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but you feel a change behind you, the hot breaths on your shoulder blades are uneven and the pace is different, slower and deeper. He lets out a pained moan then pulls out of you, there’s a seconds pause then you feel hot liquid spill over you. It hits the small of your back in ropes and drips onto your ass. He sighs deeply from behind you. You finally turn to look at him. He’s staring your body, satisfaction on his face as he watches his cum drip down you. You whip your head back around before he can catch your eye.

There’s silence as he watches you and catches his breath. Finally, he reaches down and pulls your underwear back up. He takes the dress out of your grip and tugs it down. He runs his hands over your waist and ass, smoothing the fabric and feeling you up. One rests at the small of your back and presses the dress into the wetness there, letting to fabric soak it up and stick to you. He grins.

“Alright sweetheart.”

 He gives your ass a smack then lets go of you. You push up and raise yourself off from the counter, resting on your elbows. He says nothing else as he moves to the door, unwedges the chair and opens the door. He looks back at you. You’re still leaning against the counter for support. He eyes your shaking legs, your ruffed up hair, your wrinkled wet dress. “See you next month.”

You’re in shock. That’s it? You don’t move as he leaves and whistles for his men to follow. You don’t move till you hear the front door slam behind them. Then you sink to the kitchen floor.

You don’t understand, Joel is infamous for being violent and cruel. You know that could have been much worse, that he could have beat you, that he could have passed you around to his men afterwards. But he just left. Suddenly you feel grateful. Then you silently curse yourself for it, reminding yourself that even though it could have been worse it was horrible that it ever happened in the first place. That someone threatened your family, that they took something from you. That they acted like they owned the place. You grit your teeth. No, the only thing you’re grateful for is the fact that it’s over. You stand on your shaky legs and reach for a kitchen towel. You call out for your brother, letting him know that they’re gone and he’s safe. You clean yourself up and you hear his little feet running down the stairs. He bursts into the room and flies at you in a hug. “Your big sis took care of it. I’ll always protect you remember. It’s okay. It’s over.” You pat his back and comfort him.

See you next month.

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Take care pt. 2

Boston Era!Joel Miller x you

part 1

Summary: You're a nurse working in the Boston who just can’t help themselves around their handsome patient, Joel. Drabble. Shoutout to @kirsten-1001 for the idea

Warnings:  Dead Dove Do Not Eat, +18 minors dni, handjob, blowjob, somnophilia?, noncon. Reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color or body type

Someone came looking for your patient this morning. She said her name was Tess. She was pretty, in a wild rugged way. You think of her briefly as you quietly walk down the hall. Is she his girlfriend? Partner? You shrug it off. After all, it doesn’t matter, no one will ever know. 

It's the second night after you first took care of your knife wound patient. You learned from Tess that his name was Joel. It fit him, you think. Joel. He woke up briefly that first day and you were able to feed him some broth before he slipped back asleep. He had a slight fever. You had cleaned the wound well, but who knows how dirty whatever he got stabbed with was, and who knows how long it was before they brought him to you.

When Tess came to visit he woke up and you listened to their conversation from out in the hallway. There was talk of "business" and your ears perked up when you heard mention of the "fireflies."

You heard a rustling and you peeked around the doorframe to watch as Tess pulled a little white pill from a baggie and passed it to Joel. 

Pain meds? How did these people have pain meds but not your hospital. You rolled your eyes. Smugglers. Life was so unfair. 

But at least your patient wouldn't be in too much pain now. You silently thanked this Tess person then quickly moved out of the way as she left the room. 

It was nighttime now and you're finishing up your rounds. Joel is your last patient. There are no lights on in the hallway to conserve energy. A splash of moonlight from a broken-out window illuminates your way. It's silent and you can hear your footsteps pitter patter as you stroll through the empty corridor. 

You peak into his room. He's fast asleep. Hmm maybe those pills she gave him were sleeping pills. He looks totally out. You decide to test it so you take a step into his room and give a light knock on the open door. Nothing. You creep closer. You can hear his breathing, slow and even. You lean in over his face. His incredibly beautiful face. You place a light kiss to his lips. Yes he's totally out of it. He won't notice a thing. You swallow at the anticipation and wet your lips as you move down his body, bringing his blanket down with you.

It's dark in the room, dark enough that if anyone is passing by in the hallway they won't see anything. But that doesn't matter, no one is here. No, it's just the two of you. Just you and Joel, who so incredibly close. You inhale deeply and smile.

He's laid out on his back, hands resting on his firm chest. You watch them move up and down with his deep breathing. He would've woken up by now if he wasn't totally out, those must have been sleeping pills. Yes, he's fast asleep, he'll never know.

You reach out and unbuckle his belt quietly, then slowly bring his zipper down. You slide into his boxers and ease his cock free. Damn it, it's too dark to see it properly. It's probably gorgeous. You feel it instead, using your fingers to shape it and create an image in your mind. You give a little involuntary moan as you start to feel him come to life under your hand. You quickly glance up to make sure he's still sleeping. You curse yourself, but you really can't help it, he just feels so good. Warm, and soft, and hardening and you can't take it anymore. You can't just give him another hand job. No, you need more this time, you need to taste him. You start to involuntarily salivate. You move from a crouch to a kneel and you lower your head over his fully erect cock. Just a quickly little taste. That’s all.

Your lips wrap around him so perfectly and you hum to yourself. This can’t be wrong, it’s too right. He feels so good, so soft and smooth. Your tongue traces along his shaft. And you can tell that he feels good too. You smile as you feel his cock twitch. Your tongue darts out to lick up a bead of precum. And he tastes right too. You go down again, opening your throat as you try to take as much of him as you can. There’s a lot there. So much to lick and touch and feel. You suck and your eyelids flutter at the taste. You slowly pull up till just his tip is still in your mouth and you allow your tongue to explore, flicking and caressing him.

You go down on him again, and he hits the back of your throat. You can’t help the choking sound that comes out of your throat. You move to pull out to cough, but you’re held down. You feel a hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “Well don’t stop now,” a husky voice says from above you. Shit. He’s up, you’re in so much trouble and… You blink.

The hand on your head pushes you down ever so slightly. You get the hint and slide further along him, hollowing your cheeks. No, you’re not in trouble. He wants this too. You knew it would make him feel good. You hum again and work your mouth up and down, pulling out moans of satisfaction from him. Your lips curve into a smile around his cock, pleased at yourself.

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Take care pt. 2

Boston Era!Joel Miller x you

part 1

Summary: You're a nurse working in the Boston who just can’t help themselves around their handsome patient, Joel. Drabble. Shoutout to @kirsten-1001 for the idea

Warnings:  Dead Dove Do Not Eat, +18 minors dni, handjob, blowjob, somnophilia?, noncon. Reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color or body type

Someone came looking for your patient this morning. She said her name was Tess. She was pretty, in a wild rugged way. You think of her briefly as you quietly walk down the hall. Is she his girlfriend? Partner? You shrug it off. After all, it doesn’t matter, no one will ever know. 

It's the second night after you first took care of your knife wound patient. You learned from Tess that his name was Joel. It fit him, you think. Joel. He woke up briefly that first day and you were able to feed him some broth before he slipped back asleep. He had a slight fever. You had cleaned the wound well, but who knows how dirty whatever he got stabbed with was, and who knows how long it was before they brought him to you.

When Tess came to visit he woke up and you listened to their conversation from out in the hallway. There was talk of "business" and your ears perked up when you heard mention of the "fireflies."

You heard a rustling and you peeked around the doorframe to watch as Tess pulled a little white pill from a baggie and passed it to Joel. 

Pain meds? How did these people have pain meds but not your hospital. You rolled your eyes. Smugglers. Life was so unfair. 

But at least your patient wouldn't be in too much pain now. You silently thanked this Tess person then quickly moved out of the way as she left the room. 

It was nighttime now and you're finishing up your rounds. Joel is your last patient. There are no lights on in the hallway to conserve energy. A splash of moonlight from a broken-out window illuminates your way. It's silent and you can hear your footsteps pitter patter as you stroll through the empty corridor. 

You peak into his room. He's fast asleep. Hmm maybe those pills she gave him were sleeping pills. He looks totally out. You decide to test it so you take a step into his room and give a light knock on the open door. Nothing. You creep closer. You can hear his breathing, slow and even. You lean in over his face. His incredibly beautiful face. You place a light kiss to his lips. Yes he's totally out of it. He won't notice a thing. You swallow at the anticipation and wet your lips as you move down his body, bringing his blanket down with you.

It's dark in the room, dark enough that if anyone is passing by in the hallway they won't see anything. But that doesn't matter, no one is here. No, it's just the two of you. Just you and Joel, who so incredibly close. You inhale deeply and smile.

He's laid out on his back, hands resting on his firm chest. You watch them move up and down with his deep breathing. He would've woken up by now if he wasn't totally out, those must have been sleeping pills. Yes, he's fast asleep, he'll never know.

You reach out and unbuckle his belt quietly, then slowly bring his zipper down. You slide into his boxers and ease his cock free. Damn it, it's too dark to see it properly. It's probably gorgeous. You feel it instead, using your fingers to shape it and create an image in your mind. You give a little involuntary moan as you start to feel him come to life under your hand. You quickly glance up to make sure he's still sleeping. You curse yourself, but you really can't help it, he just feels so good. Warm, and soft, and hardening and you can't take it anymore. You can't just give him another hand job. No, you need more this time, you need to taste him. You start to involuntarily salivate. You move from a crouch to a kneel and you lower your head over his fully erect cock. Just a quickly little taste. That’s all.

Your lips wrap around him so perfectly and you hum to yourself. This can’t be wrong, it’s too right. He feels so good, so soft and smooth. Your tongue traces along his shaft. And you can tell that he feels good too. You smile as you feel his cock twitch. Your tongue darts out to lick up a bead of precum. And he tastes right too. You go down again, opening your throat as you try to take as much of him as you can. There’s a lot there. So much to lick and touch and feel. You suck and your eyelids flutter at the taste. You slowly pull up till just his tip is still in your mouth and you allow your tongue to explore, flicking and caressing him.

You go down on him again, and he hits the back of your throat. You can’t help the choking sound that comes out of your throat. You move to pull out to cough, but you’re held down. You feel a hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “Well don’t stop now,” a husky voice says from above you. Shit. He’s up, you’re in so much trouble and… You blink.

The hand on your head pushes you down ever so slightly. You get the hint and slide further along him, hollowing your cheeks. No, you’re not in trouble. He wants this too. You knew it would make him feel good. You hum again and work your mouth up and down, pulling out moans of satisfaction from him. Your lips curve into a smile around his cock, pleased at yourself.

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Take care pt. 2

Boston Era!Joel Miller x you

part 1

Summary: You're a nurse working in the Boston who just can’t help themselves around their handsome patient, Joel. Drabble. Shoutout to @kirsten-1001 for the idea

Warnings:  Dead Dove Do Not Eat, +18 minors dni, handjob, blowjob, somnophilia?, noncon. Reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color or body type

Someone came looking for your patient this morning. She said her name was Tess. She was pretty, in a wild rugged way. You think of her briefly as you quietly walk down the hall. Is she his girlfriend? Partner? You shrug it off. After all, it doesn’t matter, no one will ever know. 

It's the second night after you first took care of your knife wound patient. You learned from Tess that his name was Joel. It fit him, you think. Joel. He woke up briefly that first day and you were able to feed him some broth before he slipped back asleep. He had a slight fever. You had cleaned the wound well, but who knows how dirty whatever he got stabbed with was, and who knows how long it was before they brought him to you.

When Tess came to visit he woke up and you listened to their conversation from out in the hallway. There was talk of "business" and your ears perked up when you heard mention of the "fireflies."

You heard a rustling and you peeked around the doorframe to watch as Tess pulled a little white pill from a baggie and passed it to Joel. 

Pain meds? How did these people have pain meds but not your hospital. You rolled your eyes. Smugglers. Life was so unfair. 

But at least your patient wouldn't be in too much pain now. You silently thanked this Tess person then quickly moved out of the way as she left the room. 

It was nighttime now and you're finishing up your rounds. Joel is your last patient. There are no lights on in the hallway to conserve energy. A splash of moonlight from a broken-out window illuminates your way. It's silent and you can hear your footsteps pitter patter as you stroll through the empty corridor. 

You peak into his room. He's fast asleep. Hmm maybe those pills she gave him were sleeping pills. He looks totally out. You decide to test it so you take a step into his room and give a light knock on the open door. Nothing. You creep closer. You can hear his breathing, slow and even. You lean in over his face. His incredibly beautiful face. You place a light kiss to his lips. Yes he's totally out of it. He won't notice a thing. You swallow at the anticipation and wet your lips as you move down his body, bringing his blanket down with you.

It's dark in the room, dark enough that if anyone is passing by in the hallway they won't see anything. But that doesn't matter, no one is here. No, it's just the two of you. Just you and Joel, who so incredibly close. You inhale deeply and smile.

He's laid out on his back, hands resting on his firm chest. You watch them move up and down with his deep breathing. He would've woken up by now if he wasn't totally out, those must have been sleeping pills. Yes, he's fast asleep, he'll never know.

You reach out and unbuckle his belt quietly, then slowly bring his zipper down. You slide into his boxers and ease his cock free. Damn it, it's too dark to see it properly. It's probably gorgeous. You feel it instead, using your fingers to shape it and create an image in your mind. You give a little involuntary moan as you start to feel him come to life under your hand. You quickly glance up to make sure he's still sleeping. You curse yourself, but you really can't help it, he just feels so good. Warm, and soft, and hardening and you can't take it anymore. You can't just give him another hand job. No, you need more this time, you need to taste him. You start to involuntarily salivate. You move from a crouch to a kneel and you lower your head over his fully erect cock. Just a quickly little taste. That’s all.

Your lips wrap around him so perfectly and you hum to yourself. This can’t be wrong, it’s too right. He feels so good, so soft and smooth. Your tongue traces along his shaft. And you can tell that he feels good too. You smile as you feel his cock twitch. Your tongue darts out to lick up a bead of precum. And he tastes right too. You go down again, opening your throat as you try to take as much of him as you can. There’s a lot there. So much to lick and touch and feel. You suck and your eyelids flutter at the taste. You slowly pull up till just his tip is still in your mouth and you allow your tongue to explore, flicking and caressing him.

You go down on him again, and he hits the back of your throat. You can’t help the choking sound that comes out of your throat. You move to pull out to cough, but you’re held down. You feel a hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “Well don’t stop now,” a husky voice says from above you. Shit. He’s up, you’re in so much trouble and… You blink.

The hand on your head pushes you down ever so slightly. You get the hint and slide further along him, hollowing your cheeks. No, you’re not in trouble. He wants this too. You knew it would make him feel good. You hum again and work your mouth up and down, pulling out moans of satisfaction from him. Your lips curve into a smile around his cock, pleased at yourself.

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Take care

Boston Era!Joel Miller x you

Summary: You're a nurse working in the Boston QZ and when a handsome new patient comes in you just can't help yourself. Word count: 1.4k

Warnings:  Dead Dove Do Not Eat, +18 minors dni, handjob, somnophilia, noncon. reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color or body type

You fucking hate it here- you hate Boston, hate FEDRA, hate your job, hate the world, hate your life. You need some excitement, something new. You're working as a nurse in a dirty QZ hospital. It's such a fucking joke. The hospital (if you can even really call it that) looks like an abandoned building. The lights flicker, the glass windows are shattered, the floor is always covered in grime, some of the brick walls are even crumbling in the front. Whenever a surgery needs to be done they just dip the instruments in a bucket of alcohol, theres no such thing as a sterile procedure anymore. There aren't enough supplies or staff left to properly function as a real hospital. There are only a few doctors for a ton of patients, some people that come in don't even get seen by a doctor. So that's where you come in, the nurses. You aren't even an actual nurse, you've never been formally trained. Before the outbreak you were a radiology tech, and once the QZ was set up they went around asking for anyone who was in the medical field. You volunteered, but you had no idea it'd be for a job like this. They just threw you to the wolves and over the years you've improvised and learned what works. It was messy in the beginning, you were scrambling and scared and had breakdowns almost daily. But now you feel like a hardened nurse, numb to most things. 

You're sitting in the "break room" munching on some jerky and absentmindedly kicking at a smudge mark on the ground with your boot. 

There's a flurry of commotion the hallway and the door flies open. 

"Jen?"

Your friend pokes her head in. "Oh good you're here, come on, we've got an intake. Male in late 40s, early 50s. Stab wound. "

"Is the doc coming to take a look?"

"Nope. Busy. It's on you."

"Me? He's not my patient and I'm supposed to be on break."

She laughs. "Yeah sorry. I would. You know I would. But my plate is full. I got a gun shot wound that's infected that's taking all my time. I wouldn't throw you this one if I didn't know you can handle it."

"Of course Jen. I got your back." You're following her down the hall rushing towards the emergency entrance.

"Thanks. Two guys brought him in." She nods to a room at the end of the hall on the left. 

"OK thanks Jen." You give her a nod and head towards your newest patient as she bustles down the corridor. 

"Hello I'm- shit." This is the kinda shit you're getting sick and tired of. The men just dumped him and left. Your patient is fully unconscious, laying flat on his back on the exam table, wound still bleeding. This guy needs a doctor, but you're all there is. You sprint for the supplies closet, grabbing alcohol wipes, gauze and suturing materials. With your arms full you rush back to the room. Good thing he's unconscious, you think, because this is going to hurt and the hospital ran out of pain meds long ago. 

You tug and rip his flannel shirt open, making the buttons pop off. You're tearing open packets of gauze and trying to clean his wound so you can get a good look at the entry point. Finally after wiping away the dried and fresh blood you get a clean view. You begin disinfecting. There's an open gash about four inches long running underneath his ribs on the right side.

You blow out a deep breath, pull up a chair and get to work closing the laceration. 

--

An hour later you push yourself up, set your instruments aside, wipe the sweat from your brow and look over the stitches. Given the circumstances its looks pretty darn good, you're actually proud of yourself. 

You look your patient over, eyes moving past his wound and taking him wholly in for the first time. 

He's probably in his early 50s, patchy graying beard, tan skin, ruffled hair. His flannel shirt you ripped open reveals his hard chest and soft tummy. You study his sleeping face, the creases in his brow and the hard angles of his jaw and nose. He's undeniably handsome.

You notice the blood on his flannel and you sigh as you stand up from your stool. You stretch, back aching after leaning over him to sew his wound. You reach for his flannel and begin tugging his limp arms out of the sleeves. You pull the bloody shirt out from underneath him and toss it on a nearby table. His arms are muscular and you notice a few scars here and there. Your hand reaches out on its own accord to lightly trace over a jagged white line on his bicep. He twitches at your touch and your hand quickly pulls away. 

You move down to his jeans. After unbuckling his belt you slowly pull them down, trying to be as gentle as possible. Now that the immediate danger of the bleeding stab wound has been dealt with you need to do a physical exam and make sure he has no injuries elsewhere. You toss his pants on the table and walk back to your patient, examining every inch of his beautifully tanned skin. You can get him a hospital gown later. Your hand traces up his leg and you watch it as it moves over his dark hair, over his knee and rests on his thigh at the edge of his boxers. You shift your gaze higher and to your surprise you see his hardened bulge pushing against his boxers. You gulp and your hand lightly glides up and down his inner thigh, tracing along his muscle. You shoot a glance up to his face - he's still out. You look at the closed door and try to listen. You don't hear anyone in the hallway. The only other nurse on duty in your unit of the hospital is Jen and she's definitely still occupied with that gunshot wound...

You reach up and with one hand you pull the waistband and his boxers out while your other hand slips underneath, wrapping around his hard cock. His cock twitches when you first touch him and you smile. You slowly move your hand all the way down, feeling the full length of him. Damn he's got a nice one. You swallow the spit that's pooling in your mouth. You drag your hand back up and your thumb runs through his slit and circles around the head. You look at Joel's face again. He's still completely out but you think his brow looks more furrowed and his mouth a little more opened. You continue to gaze up at him as you twirl around his head, feeling precum beginning to bead at his tip. You swipe and gather it on your index finger before popping it in your mouth. Salty and warm and deliciously masculine. You pull your finger out and hold up your hand as you tounge it, licking your palm and fingers.

Your grab his cock again, pumping him faster now as your hand glides over his warm smooth skin. You hum to yourself as you work. 

Minutes later and you feel him tightening. You quickly grab a cloth from the table and tuck it under his boxers just in time. He erupts under your hand, ribbons of messy cum spilling into the cloth. When he's done your pull the cloth out and wrap it up neatly, keeping everything it caught tucked into the middle. Joel's eyelids flutter and he makes a groaning noise. He'll be waking up soon. You place the dirty cloth in the laundry bag and step into the hallway to grab a patient gown from the clean linen cart. You wash off your sticky hand and quickly dress him. You're tidying up your instruments when Joel finally wakes up, groaning as he tries to sit. 

"Woah mister careful, you got a pretty good gash in your abdomen there. Easy. Just relax. You're in the hospital now. I'll take good care of you." 

You smile pleasantly at him. 

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My sister was warning me about the smut in her new book recommendation, and I was just laughing to myself thinking, 'if you only knew about the fanfics I read'

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When you like being alone but you're lonely

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FREDDY CARTER as KAZ BREKKER Shadow and Bone (2021) 1.02

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He's honestly the hottest most beautiful man to ever exist.

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I think I'll take my whiskey neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou're too sweet for me

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lockwood & co appreciation week day 5 "song/poem"

This is from London Calling by the Clash, one of my absolute favorite songs and very fitting for this dark London setting.

"The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in

Meltdown expected, the wheat is growin' thin

Engines stop running, but I have no fear

Cause London is drownin,

and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone

Forget it, brother, you can go it alone

London calling to the zombies of death

Quit holdin' out and draw another breath"

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Lockwood and co appreciation week day 4. My fav minor character is Kipps

This is the scene where they travel through Dark London under the protection of the cloaks in The Empty Grave

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