MDNI. 32. F. Got deleted again 🙄 so help me find my mutuals. Used to be someofthatultraviolencex + thatultraviolencex. NSFW. Same kinks, creampie, raw, cnc, breeding, soft dom, pet names, praise + degradation, role play, DD/BG or LG (w/o age play)… Love to dirty talk, especially to daddies but I don’t send photos so don’t ask 🙃 i ♡ dirty dms telling what you want to do to me ♡
summary: out on patrol, joel discovers a bush covered in tiny pink berries that draws him in, unable to resist throwing a handful of the fruit into his mouth. but unfortunately for him, the berries don't agree with his stomach, lugging his sweaty body to the clinic, he prays the pretty little nurse he’s been crushing on can help him feel better.
cw: 18+ MDNI, pov switching, sex pollen, dub-con, aphrodisiacs, needy!joel, dry humping, pulling joel’s hair, motormouth!joel, cussing, semi-public sex, pnv, literally fucking like bunnies, riding, belly bulge, genital pronouns, multiple orgasms, joel has no refractory period, self stimulation, creampie
wc: 3.7k
a/n: writers block be dammed bc i loved writing this one but like… i need to sit on needy!joels lap right neowww
Joel was glad to finally be headed home, the grueling hours out tracking through the cold forests, his back hurting and legs hurting after the days out patrolling.
The thick mud of the unpaved track clings heavily to his boots, his feet heavily hitting the ground with each step as he travels slightly behind the group. His thoughts are clouded as he checks out his surroundings, the large shot gun resting snuggly against his shoulder as his fingers toy with the strap, picking at the frayed leather.
He about trips over himself when he sees it, a uniquely colored bush peers through the trees in the corner of his eye, the bountiful leaves showcasing an array of bright pink berries, their flesh glistening in the reflection of the small peak of sun looming over the horizon.
Curiously, he gently steps toward the plant, his feet snapping tree branches in half as he furrows his brows in confuion—in his many long years of traveling throughout the country, he’s never seen a plant quite like this one as he cautiously brings a hand up to meet the bush, tracing the reddened thorns with his calloused fingertips, watching how the vine shifts colors—a shift so slight he’s unsure if it even happened.
He takes a deep breath in, yet it quickly swallows back in his throat, hiccuping as the berries aroma follows up into his nose, the sickeningly sweet smell almost knocks him off his feet, this was something he’s never smelt before as his nose twitches like a bunny, feeling his mouth begin to salivating at the scent.
He debates on this once in a lifetime opportunity to take a bite, licking his lips as he weighs his options, the fruit can’t possibly kill him and if it did, maybe he deserved it for being fooled by the plant, shaking his head and closing his eyes, he stands there listening to the wind hit the leaves.
“Hey Joel, you comin’?”
The voice rips him from his thoughts as he looks down the path, eyes flickering to the group, now parted much further in front of him then he realized. But his head shifts back onto the bush, shrugging to the man in the distance as he sighs to himself, quickly pulling a bud from the plant.
Joel knows it’s wrong, under no circumstances should one ever eat anything in the wild like this—especially something he’s never seen before yet a feeling passes through his body, an urge he can’t quite figure out as his hand begins to buzz around the collected fruit, his fingers snapping the berries off the stem, one by one until he’s palming a small handful of them, bringing them closer to his face to inspect them up close.
He quickly stands up straight, tossing the fruit into his mouth and as he bites down, he can’t stop himself from moaning in bliss, feeling like he’s in heaven as the tooth rotting sweetness bursts like a dam around his tongue, washing over his tastebuds.
Grunting, he swiftly swallows the berries, the smooth substance goes straight into his belly and he instantly begins to feel different. The sky is starting to spin around him and the trees suddenly look far too bright for the evening in late fall, as the sky continues to settle into the night. The hairs on his chest begin to tighten as he tries to catch up with the group, his legs wobbling with each step.
Joel realizes he absolutely fucked up, a careless mistake that might cost him his life as the disappointment creeps inside of his stomach. His feet start to automatically walk in long strides as he passes the group, ignoring their voices of confusion as the urgent feeling to get to Jackson’s clinic for help takes over him, yet the thought of stepping inside makes his blood boil in a weird childlike manner as his mind flashes bright colors of one person—you.
His brain clouds with photo frames of your face— Jackson’s one and only sweet little nurse, your laugh, sickening sweet as the berries in his stomach echoes back and forth through his ears as he tries to shake the thought but he can’t, the feeling growing throughout his body and in between his legs and Joel begins to realize how much trouble he’s found himself in.
The day you’ve had? You feel like it’s a miracle that it’s finally over, the amount of people in and out of the clinic has rapidly increased as the weather has gone cold, and so have the people—listening to them coughing up a lung, their chests heaving and wheezing with each breath and how they sneeze without covering their nose, the droplets spreading all over the small buildings walls has caused you to go mad.
Their agonizing voices still ring in your ears even in complete silence, the constant complaints feel like clockwork as they nag you about their mild flu-like symptoms. You always try your hardest to remain professional, curling your lips into a fake smile as you gave each and everyone one of them the same old spiel, urging them to drink lots of warm soup and take cold showers, and most importantly, let the sickness run its painful course.
You begin to finally turn the key into the doors of the entrance to lock up for the night, unable to hold your excitement in as you roll your feet back and forth, finally ready to go home, take a shower, and hopefully relax, ignoring the dread of getting to repeat the same day again tomorrow morning.
But unfortunately for you, the night has other plans as the door handle rapidly shakes in place, hearing someone rapidly bang on the wooden door, their fist hard enough it shakes the floor.
Jumping, you place your hand over your chest, the loud urgent noise startling you as you turn your key clockwise, letting the door creak on its hinges as it is pushed open.
“Hello? ‘m real sorry, know it’s getting late, b-but I really need to get checked out.”
Your eyes are met with the one and only, your tall, grumpy neighbor Joel Miller—and he looks absolutely terrible. His hair is glued down against his sweaty face, his body lazily pushing against the doorframe as he pants for air, his chest heaving rapidly through his thick brown jacket.
You give him a puzzled look, absolutely not expecting him to come to the clinic, especially at this hour. “Hmm, It’s not like you Millers to ever come in here asking for help isn’t it?”
“Ye-yeah, I know… but somethin’ just ain’t feeling right with me.”
You sigh, taking a step back into the clinic as you flip the light switch back on, the white hues instantly burning your vision. “Alright, just this once, but you owe me for staying late.”
“Y-yes ma’am.” Joel affirms, and you don’t have to tell him twice as he follows you into the clinic.
You manage to pull his pack off of his shoulders, the heavy weight slamming against the ground as you guide him to the opened door of an exam room, the cool lights bright against his sticky face, showcasing his red puffy cheeks.
Shakily, Joel shifts off his jacket and hands it over to you, his fingertips grazing your hand as you take the garment, hearing his breath stutter in his chest as the slight breeze of your hand touches his.
“God Joel, you look terrible. Let's get you checked out and hopefully I can fix whatever’s bothering you.”
Stepping up to him, your body stands right between his spread legs, the heat radiating off his body and on to yours feels suffocating, furthering your worry for the man.
The feeling of you so close to his body makes him shiver, the movement of waist making his cock jump in his pants as he places a hand over himself, trying to hide the excitement. “It started a little under an hour ago. T-the feeling was instant.”
“Lots of people have been catching some flu going around, you probably picked it up from around town. They’ve been complaining about the same symptoms you’re showing.”
“No, no. It ain’t that, shit, I-I was out doing a perimeter check… saw these pink berries, now ‘m telling you the truth when I say they looked at me first, couldn’t stop myself from taking a handful.”
“And you ate them?” Asking, your poker face fails, a grit of laughter slipping from your lips.
“Don’t know what I was thinkin’.” Sighing, Joel refuses to make eye contact with you, anxiously swiping his tongue over his bottom lip.
All you can do is shake your head in disbelief, out of all the citizens in Jackson to show up at the clinic after eating something foreign, Joel Miller would be the last on your long list of people.
“I’m unsure what you consumed, but it’s clear something’s wrong, you're just burning up.” You mutter, taking a cold palm up to his face, tilting his chin back to get a good view of his neck.
When your hand touches Joel, he jumps, the feeling of your fingers grazing his skin makes him feel like he's been electrocuted, each movement makes his flesh buzz, the feeling traveling through his body and straight to his already stuffy jeans.
“D-Don’t get too close darlin’. Touching me, ‘s uhh it’s making me feel worse.” Joel chokes out, his breath instantly catching in his throat.
“You’re sweating bullets through your shirt, need to feel around for your heart rate, gotta make sure you’re not having a heart attack or anything serious."
“Make it quick,” he pauses, “please.”
Nodding, your eyes quickly flutter shut as you try to focus the pads of your fingers on his slippery skin, feeling around for his heartbeat—the rapid beating instantly pounds back at you through his neck, the pulsating so strong that it travels down towards the thick veins that peak out of the collar of his shirt.
Looking up at the clock, you begin to count the pulses in your head but Joel quickly distracts you, his hands fluttering to the sides of your hips, gripping the flesh hard enough to pull you closer to him.
Gasping, your balance falters as you fall directly onto his lap, feeling his protruding large member in between his legs. Embarrassed by your mistake, you begin trying to free yourself from his lap, but Joel’s arms are heavily snug around your sides, caging you in on top of his lap.
Joel attempts to let go, yet his hands won’t allow him to free you, with each tense of his fingers they only seem to tighten his grip, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips.
The way you straddle him causes his lungs to falter, unable to slip a breath past his throat, his already dampened skin catches on fire, your body further igniting the growing feeling inside of him and Joel can’t seem to put out the flames, a loud moan absentmindedly slipping from his chest.
“Fuck darlin’ I’m so sorry, don’t know what’s gotten into me, can’t think straight when your touchin’ me like this.” Joel quickly curses, his eyes scanning over your bare arms, still finding himself unable to look you directly in the eyes.
That’s when it clicks for you, feeling flustered as your stomach twists into knots, realizing exactly how to solve his growing problem. “I’m thinking you must have eaten some kind of an aphrodisiac.”
“Hell, those are real? Didn’t think those even existed.” Joel blurts out, his voice with a twang and as he speaks, he can feel you shift around on his lap, your weight rolling on his hard cock and he can’t help but grunt, pressing you down tighter.
“I’ve never seen the effects of one up close, but-ooh” You moan, quickly losing your words as Joel bucks his hips into yours, his cock thrusting up against your clothed cunt.
“Fuck, can’t stop ‘m sorry.” Joel utters, his voice desperate as his cock fights with the combines of his jeans, the thick denim forcing his hard cock in place between your legs.
As inappropriate as this is, and as bad as you feel for him—you're glad it was you he went to for help, the feeling of wanting to help him out gives you butterflies as you sit there, letting him use you.
You never thought you’d be watching Joel, the town's scary, grumpy, man rut messily against you like a dog in heat, his voice deep and raspy as he rapidly growls underneath you.
“Shit, sittin’ so pretty. Thankyouthankyou.” He cries out, and the feeling goes straight to your cunt, feeling the wetness slip from your folds and down to your panties, the wet spot gliding your cunt wide open.
A particularly rough roll of his cock hits your clit just right as you quietly whine, the pleasure causing you to rock your hips back into his movements.
“Do that again, shit-right there.” He curses, the grip on your hips causing his knuckles to turn white as the words of praise lazily fall from his open mouth. “Please, you sound so pretty darlin’.”
The dynamics have shifted, the carefully calculated man you’ve only known in passing has turned desperate, and you can’t help push his buttons, “you sure?” You question, your voice laced in want as you continue, “Would you like me to make you feel better?”
“God yes, please.” Whining, Joel's glassy eyes finally look up into yours, the sight better than you could’ve ever imagined as his brows furrow together, the pleasure from your body consuming him.
You hum, instantly taking the lead as you begin to roughly grind against him, pushing your cunt deep down onto his length, each roll of your hips pushing the chair he’s sat on back against the concrete wall, the metal screeching as you set the pace.
“Right there honey, gonna make me cum so quick.” The feeling of the berries makes every move on top of him feel suffocating, yet he can’t seem to get enough as his moans blend in with yours, easily folding perfectly into him as he matches your motions, the friction pushing your orgasm closer to release.
Your hands fall into his hair, rolling the strands between your fingers as they form into a tangled knot, pulling down on the locs as your eyes roll back.
The feeling of ecstasy quickly creeps through you as you cry out, your cunt fluttering at nothing as you cum, planting your body down on his legs as he roughly rubs his cock on your pussy, feverishly chasing his own orgasm.
“Your body is perfect, so soft a-and warm-fuck!” A guttural scream slips from him as he cums, his cock moving in place as he releases his seed in his jeans, the thick messy substance soaking into your own wetness, making a slippery cocktail of pleasure.
All you can do is sit there and feel it, the mixture spreading to the inside of your thighs as Joel’s breath mellows out but as you try to mangle yourself off of him, his dick, still painfully hard pokes at your covered entrance.
“Shit, he’s still hard, I need more, need you darlin’.” Joel mumbles, his voice a much lower octave than usual, and the urge to feel him inside of you takes over your body.
“You want me to take my pants off?” You pry, seeing how far he will take this and to your surprise—he starts to beg, his voice gruff and loud as he desperately sounds off his needs.
“Please ‘m still throbbin’, hell-might cum again just from looking at ya like this.”
Humming, you shakily maneuver yourself off of his lap and back onto the ground, your shoes clinking against the tile as you put your thumb into the heel, pulling them right off.
Smiling, you swiftly turn around, and you can hear Joel’s breath hitch as you hook your hands underneath your pants, your fingers locked onto the waistband of your underwear. Bending down, you give him a view of your ass, Joel’s eyes burning onto the sight as you shimmy the garments off, letting them fall to the floor.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Joel gasps, his voice sounding more like a growl as he shamelessly leans forward, placing his hand onto your bare ass, the large palm covering your flesh as he begins to feel around the exposed skin in his hand. “Even prettier up close.”
Reaching behind your back, you take his hand in yours as you begin to twirl around to face him as you stare at the large wet tent in his pants.
“Can I see him?” Asking, your free hand runs up his knee, the action causing him to sigh.
“Jesus. Please go right ahead.”
This is new, usually never glancing twice at your patients but god—the way Joel’s so desperate for you, begging for release, you can’t help but reach down to his jeans, the wetness from your cunt smeared over the material as you press down on his button, pulling it through the butthole and reaching down into his pants to free his begging cock.
Joel hisses as your cold hand wraps around his angry dick, the shaft hard as it bounces out of the combines of his jeans.
And god is his cock pretty, the tip—red and swollen for you, his first orgasm swirled messily all over the shaft, the milk white substance painting the large girth of his member causing you to lick your lips.
“Oh my, Joel.” You whine, feeling your knees buckle as you take him in your hand, his cock barely fitting around your fingers as you tug at the angry flesh, watching the skin pull and move around in your grasp.
Joels never felt this powerless before, unable to do anything except sit and watch you happily toy with his dick, his thighs clenching with every painful swipe of your thumb.
“Feels so good honey, but I need your pussy so damn bad I can’t think straight.”
Feverishly, you nod your head, crawling up his body to straddle him, you loop your legs around him, feeling his hand instantly grab onto your ass cheek to spread you open, angling you right on top of his naked cock.
You hover over his body as he takes his cock in his hand, smudging it up against your entrance, the tip squishing around your soaked lips.
“You feel so good already,” Joel whispers, his voice barely audible against your ear as you blush at his praise.
The feeling of his swollen tip causes you to become antsy, needing his cock inside of you as soon as possible as you bite your lip, peering down at his cock. Desperately, Joel’s cock bucks into your cunt as you quickly become just as needy as him, pushing yourself down onto the tip of his cock.
Hissing, his girth instantly stretches you out, feeling your inner thighs burn at the pain yet you don’t stop yourself—slowly sucking him into your pussy as you push your ass flat against his legs, taking him fully inside of you. You don’t dare move yourself as you look down at Joel's face and you can tell he’s losing it.
Joel sees stars as the warm walls hug his cock, your slick deliciously coating his cock, feeling himself throb at each flutter of your cunt. He feels like a born again virgin, the world hasn’t been the kindest to him in the sexual department but you were well worth the wait, the view of you sitting on his cock already scorching itself deep inside his memory.
Neither of you move, allowing yourselves to feel the connection of one another as he presses his forehead into yours, the beats of sweat falling down his temple as you look into his blown out pupils.
“Thought ‘bout you before. Hell, was never thinking ‘bout even telling you that but-shit.”
Your lips form into a smile as you lift up from his cock, interrupting his words as you quickly get to work, riding him hard and fast.
His cock fills your stomach with each plant of your hips, your belly expanding as you look down, watching him fill you. The sight causes your movements to falter, your pace becoming uneven.
Joel’s eyes follow your own, trailing down to the buldge of his cock, bringing his hand down to your stomach, he pressed down, the feeling releasing a loud moan from your mouth.
“Filling you up so nice ‘n pretty, fuck-can’t believe your doin’ this.” Joel praises, the only thought in his brain is you, and he’s never felt better with you on top of him.
“So big, feels so good inside me Joel.” Your words come out laced in pleasure as the feeling quickly becomes overwhelming.
“Thank you, fuck-thankyousomuch.” Joel repeats, still unable to believe you want him this bad.
You look down, snaking your hand between his belly and your cunt as you press against your throbbing clit, rubbing tight circles around the nub.
“Look at me, shit-so pretty touchin’ yourself, want to f-feel you cum on my cock, please.”
Looking into his eyes, your finger rapidly rushes around your bud, the feeling causing small bolts to hit your body, your legs jerking around him.
Joel’s hips thrust up into your own, the sound of moaning and skin slapping mixes into your loud voices, the noise echoing off the walls as you chase your orgasm.
Each snap of his thick cock pushes against your gummy g-spot, the motion combined with the pleasure to your clit causes you to cum, your essence coating his already soaked cock as he continues to push into you, sighing in pleasure as he listens to your moans.
Joel’s balls tighten at your voice, his hips rapid as they roll up into your withering cunt as he grunts, feeling his own orgasm come on.
“Fuck can’t hold it, ‘m cumming darlin’.” Crying out in a sea of pleasure, he cums deeply inside of you, pushing his face in between your breasts as the need to have you as close as possible to him takes over, grunting into your supple skin as the ropes pool into your walls.
Exhaustion rolls through your bones, becoming putty in his lap as you feel his second release for the night, relieved this time he’s inside of you, filling you up nice and warm as you sit and take it, milking his cock clean.
“Stay, just like this please. Want to hold on to you for just a little longer.”
“You got me Joel, promise.” You hum, your face smushing into his broad shoulder, suddenly feeling glad you stayed extra late tonight.
Rubbing her clit gently while she's asleep so you can get her just wet enough to slowly insert your cock inside her and use her while she probably thinks she's having a wet dream
What’s her favorite color? What’s something that always makes her laugh? What are her goals? Her dreams? What is she afraid of? Do you know what she likes do to when she wants to relax? Do you know what helps her when she’s had a bad day? Can you recognize when she needs extra love because she’s feeling needy but doesn’t want to say anything? Can you tell when she’s bothered by something? Do you know her favorite way to be held, to be cuddled, to be wrapped up in your arms? Are you her safe place to go to when the world gets scary? Does she feel safe opening up to you? Does she feel like she can tell you anything? Do you punish from a place of love/caring, for correction of her destructive behaviors, for her own good? Do you see her as a person, a whole complete, complicated person? Do you make her feel respected and cherished? Do you protect her? Do you take care of her?
Being daddy is way more than fucking her, and if you’re not ready to take her heart, mind, body and soul, and protect & treat them with all the love, care, tenderness, respect that you are capable of giving, then you’re not her daddy. You’re just some asshole who wants to be called that. And you can get fucked.
Literally nothing better than the feeling of a cock sliding inside me, pushing my walls open around it. The sensation of my body just perfectly accommodating it, even if it hurts me at first. The feeling that this is the way it’s supposed to be. That I was made to take dick, made for a man to hold down and shove into. My pussy is perfect for making men cum, it’s designed to feel good for him when his head touches my cervix, designed to make him blow his load inside me.
one who tells me you love me, worships me, treats me like your baby girl, tells me nice things, tells me his perverted fantasies, texts me dirty things, sends me bulge photos, and can trade audios of us cumming!
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