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gone to the dogs {new fic masterlist}
Pairing: Boston QZ! Joel Miller x F! Reader ; brief mentions of Boston QZ! Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos
Summary: What happens when the world ends in such a violent way that it robs you of your very humanity? Do you submit or raise your hackles and fight back? The answer is obvious to Joel Miller, known for being someone to not to cross even in the most dangerous corners of the Boston QZ. The answer is obvious to you, too, who transformed in his likeness.
Word Count: 15k - ongoing
Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical language, canon typical gore, outbreak fic, dark fic, dark joel miller, mean joel miller, joel miller is uptight, reader wants to change that, sub! joel miller, dom / sub dynamics, degrading language, violence, heated interactions, adult language, fighting, references to injuries, blood, sexual content, rough sex, p in v, smut, unprotected p in v (it's the end of the world, y'all), sexual propositions, oral (m and f receiving), more to be determined!
A/N: this is a little different than my typical fic style and characterization!! but it's been so fun to explore the meaner / take no shit counterpart of this reader character to olive in {by the grit of sandpaper}. they both mean so much to me and this particular one really came at me out of nowhere! ♡♡
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Kinktober Day 10
Knife play
dark!Joel Miller x f!Reader
Gif credits @trashcora
Summary: After Joel killed all of your comrades, he kept you as a reward. Unfortunately, you weren't willing to cooperate, so he used more drastic methods to make you obey him. Warnings: +18, MDNI, rape, DARK!Joel, unprotected PIV, knife play, blood play, gagging, bondage, spitting, insults, dirty talk, violence Wordcount: 1,6k An: Yeah, so… this is a DARK FIC. Please read the warnings before reading.
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“Shut your mouth,” he growled, losing his patience.
His head was starting to hurt from your pathetic moans and squeals. He had tried everything to get you to cooperate, but even the shackles, chains, and bowling pins weren’t helping.
You were still writhing, trying to achieve… something.
Like you couldn’t just accept your fate and be grateful that he had spared you.
He stared at your tearful face with curiosity, looking like a damn psychopath. Your face was swollen, your eyes were wet, and the gag in your mouth was soaked.
And yet, you were still fighting.
He wondered how much longer you could keep kicking and screaming for help. After all, you had to run out of strength eventually.
But another hour passed and you were still somehow conscious and full of the will to fight.
At first it amused him, then bored, and now irritated. He didn't understand how that was supposed to help you when you were immobilized. Your hands were above your head, tied to one tree trunk, your legs spread wide and tied to two more.
And right in the middle was he.
He knelt between your thighs, watching your pathetic face, covered in tears, with rage in his eyes.
“I said you,” he began in a steady voice, reaching to his belt, “to shut the fuck up.”
The sound of his buckle and zipper being unfastened was enough to make you panic even more.
You were testing his patience to the limit as you began to struggle, the clinking of chains joining your whimpers. He couldn’t even focus on getting his pants off his hips, and before he could think it through, he swung and slapped you across the cheek.
And suddenly there was silence.
The force of the impact snapped your head to the side, and you almost choked on your own tears as you felt the searing pain on your face.
“Jesus, finally,” he sighed in relief when all he could hear again was the wind and the rustling of leaves.
He calmly slid his pants down to mid-thigh and let his gaze roam over your naked body. He had you laid out for him like on a platter and the feeling of power excited him more than what he was going to do to you.
For a moment you let him enjoy the peace and the sight of your bruised, bloody skin.
He really didn't want to get you into this state but you fought so hard.
In the end it didn't do you much good anyway.
The pain paralyzed your body but only until you felt something wet run down your slit. You shuddered and cried, tugging at the chains again. Unfortunately, your howling had no effect.
Holding his cock rigidly, he spread his saliva across your cunt.
“That's right,” he purred, watching his tip prepare you for him, “nice and wet.”
Tears blocked your view of the dense treetops above you. You didn't even try to see his face, what he was doing to you.
You knew that nothing would help, you were alone and you knew that your end was near. Despite this, you continued to try to clench your muscles with all your might, not allowing him to enter even an inch inside you.
This only enraged him more. "Relax or I'll tear you in half."
But his growl didn't work, he could only watch as you helplessly shook your head, silently begging him not to do this.
“Fuckin' slut,” he muttered, reaching for the knife without thinking.
A moment later, all you saw was him and the gleaming blade between your faces. You froze, trying to control your raging breaths.
Joel grinned at your reaction. “See that?” he asked, and slowly guided the tip of the knife under your chin. “Yeah, you know what this is and what I’m goin' to do with it if you don’t relax that sluty cunt.”
You watched in horror at his smug expression as he gently ran the blade across your neck. The cold metal sent shivers down your spine. You tried not to move, not even to breathe too deeply, so as not to risk cutting your skin.
"So be good," he began, slightly hypnotized by the sight of your skin yielding under the knife, "and let me into that sweet hole of yours." He looked into your eyes, rising eyebrows with an encouraging smile. "Then it will be more pleasant for both of us."
And even though you didn't want to, the pain from the first cut between your breasts forced you to relax your muscles.
You howled pleadingly, trying to push yourself further into the ground, but he only watched with satisfaction as a blood stain formed on your sternum and slowly began to drip down your ribs. And then he entered you with a groan of relief. He pushed his hips all the way in, filling you smoothly.
“That's exactly what I meant. Good girl.” He smiled blissfully and slowly began to fuck you.
Your pussy was like a slice of heaven he hadn't felt in far too long. The world you lived in was cruel to his needs, and your wet, soft, smooth hole was exactly what he needed, what made him turn into an animal.
You whimpered quietly every time he painfully drove his cock all the way to your cervix. You couldn't move, clench your thighs, nothing. You were helpless, and every thrust of his hips forced you to fight your own body, which tensed with pain.
He ran a cold blade over your breast, smearing blood on it, and began to tease your nipple. You shivered, which he felt far too intensely around his cock.
"You like that, huh?"
You shook your head in denial and squeezed your eyes shut so you wouldn't have to look at his face. And he just laughed quietly at your reaction. He had always known how good it felt to feel the trembling of wet walls and he wasn't going to deny himself that pleasure.
He was going to make you cum.
Hard.
The pain only intensified the pleasure so he didn't have to worry about that as the blade sliced through the delicate skin of your stomach. You cried louder as you realized where he was aiming his movements.
“Shh baby, I’m just going to give her some pleasure,” he whispered soothingly before straightening up.
He watched for a moment as his cock slowly sank inside of you, glistening with your juices, and he couldn’t hold back an animalistic growl of pleasure at the sight.
“So beautiful.”
Your cries mixed with his gasps as he thrust into you over and over again until he was all the way in, feeling you clench around him every time his hips slammed into yours.
He threw the knife and grabbed the bloody blade, red covered his fingers.
You trembled under him from the cold and emotions that were starting to take away your common sense. You wanted to die, you regretted that he didn't kill you with the rest. If he did, at least you wouldn't have to be aware of how he raped you, taking away the last of your humanity.
You knew that he would probably kill you after this, severely throat you in cold blood or worse, do to you what he did to your companions. But even that vision seemed better than what you were experiencing now; hearing his moans of pleasure that only brought more tears to your eyes.
“Oh fuck,” he growled as your pussy responded to his touch.
The cold hilt of the knife settled on your clit, massaging it gently and slowly.
A loud sob was wailed through the gag as you felt pleasure you didn’t want. It scared you that you couldn't fight the heat building up in your lower abdomen.
“Yes baby, I know it feels good.” The pleasure in his voice sent another wave of shivers through you.
Your pussy began to throb around his cock and he barely managed to stop himself from fucking you like a wild animal.
“Don’t fight it. It should feels good.”
He lied.
You didn’t want to hear words of comfort from him, you knew he wanted you to feel bad, otherwise you wouldn’t be all bruised, bloody and tied up. The worst part was that even though you didn’t want to, his words were stimulating the pleasure between your legs.
He was wrong. You shouldn't feel it. You didn't want to feel it.
And yet, each of his subsequent thrusts, combined with the knife guided by his hand, led you straight to the edge of the abyss.
"That's it. Keep doin' that," he groaned, throwing your head back as you painfully clenched around his cock.
With no control over your body, you arched your back, tensing your entire body as your orgasm hit you, taking your breath away. A moan mixed with a sob, making you sound like you were in great pain. And you were, in mental pain.
The pleasure quickly turned into guilt that your own body had betrayed you.
"Fuck." His growl and the fact that he pulled out of you didn't even catch your attention as you lay helplessly, staring into the forest.
After a moment, all you felt was his hot cum spurting onto your stomach, mixing with your blood.
Joel panted heavily, squeezing the last drops out of himself before looking at you with a blissful smile.
“I think I'll keep you for a while.”
That's when you felt like you were dying.
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sweet angel agency
dark!joel miller x fem!reader
[18+] | wc: ~2.3k summary: Joel mistakes you for the escort he ordered. masterlist | AO3
warnings: dark!Joel, TLOU AU, noncon/dubcon (im so serious don't read if it makes you uncomfortable), older!joel/no outbreak, not proofread, no use of y/n or too many details on reader's appearance, reader has hair joel can pull, reader can be picked up by joel, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n: happy october! i have these three serial killer!joel WIPs i keep jumping between but idk which one to finish 😭 so i wrote this instead lol
“No, no, no. Shit!”
Your car emits a loud creaking sound and begins to shake. Thinking quickly, you drive into a small cul-de-sac, away from the main road and fast cars. It rolls to a stop with one final groan, shutting off completely.
“Fuck,” you mutter, “are you kidding me?”
You grab your phone from the center console, noticing the 3% battery, and shoot a text to your friend that you’ll be late to the Halloween party.
It dies as you press the send button and you throw it to the passenger seat in exasperation. You look around the rows of houses. There’s a Halloween event in the city, which probably explains the lack of cars in the driveways and the turned off porch lights.
Well, all except one.
A pickup truck with tools and materials in the bed, is parked in the driveway of a home. The porch light is on and you can see the flicker of the TV through the closed blinds.
You hope the family is nice enough to let you use their phone or even if by some miracle, one of them knows how to fix your car. As you step out of the car and smooth down your dress, you pray they aren’t judgmental of your outfit choice.
It’s a tiny, silk dress complete with angel wings and thigh high stockings. You pull the dress down in an effort to cover your thighs but it only brings it down from your chest, accentuating your tits.
With no choices left, you ring the doorbell to the house. There’s no noise aside from the crickets and the TV, until you hear the heavy thuds of boots walking towards the door.
It swings open, revealing a tall, older man. His hair and beard have streaks of gray and his brown eyes are lined with soft wrinkles. The button down he wears stretches over his broad chest and as he leans his arm on the door, the bottom of his shirt rises to show a slight belly and a happy trail.
In other words, he's handsome. A quick scan of his left hand shows no wedding ring.
You give him a pretty smile, not above using your looks to get what you want.
“Hi,” you say as you give him your name, “sorry to bother you. My car broke down and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call a tow truck?”
His eyes do a slow sweep of your body, lingering on the lacy band of your thigh highs, then back up to your eyes,
“Didn’t realize you came with a story.”
Your eyebrows pinch in confusion. “Uh–story? What?”
“And the angel costume… I guess that’s expected.”
“May I use your phone?” you ask again.
He pushes the front door wider, motioning for you to walk in. “It’s in the kitchen.”
You walk inside and accidentally brush against his body. Aside from his confusing comments, the deep rumble of his voice caused goosebumps to rise on your skin. You walk into the hallway, stopping at the entrance of the living room, waiting for him to lead you to the kitchen.
“Are you… home alone or–”
You feel his hand snake through your hair and pull you back into his chest. His other hand slips under your dress and cups your pussy, rubbing over the thin material of your panties.
“What the fuck–”
You lift your hands to scratch and push him away but he only holds you tighter.
“Stop playin’ games, little girl,” he growls, “we both know why you’re here.”
His fingers, rough and calloused even through your panties, glide over your panty-covered slit in rough strokes. You’re frozen in his arms, unsure of what to do.
Your heart pounds fast in your chest and you feel warmth spread through your body.
“I don’t–please, sir–” you stutter.
His fingers slip into your panties and you bite your lip to muffle your moan. He swirls his middle finger at your entrance, gathering the slick that’s dripped out of you, and drags it up to circle your clit.
You gasp, the sudden jolt of pleasure taking you by surprise.
“So fuckin’ sensitive,” he growls, “can’t wait to sink my cock in ya’, angel.”
Your hands try to dislodge his arms from around you, but he slips his hand around your neck and squeezes, cutting off your air supply. Your wings bend in his hold and the plastic middle digs into your back.
“I told them I wanted you to call me Joel,” he murmurs, loosening his hand to allow you to breathe, “but I like sir.”
“What are you talking about—”
Joel interrupts you again, ripping your panties in a stinging snap and spinning your around to face him. You teeter and almost trip on your heels, but he crouches and swings you over his shoulder.
He brings his hand down on your ass, ordering you to stop squirming, girl, while you feel the cool air brush on your naked cunt.
Joel walks you through the hallway and into a room, dropping you on his bed. You try to scoot away from him, but he grabs your foot and yanks you back down.
“No, please,” you cry, “I don’t know what this is–”
“We won’t be needing these,” he says as he slips off your heels.
“Sir–”
Joel grabs the top of your dress and rips it half, maneuvering your body so he can untie your wings, leaving you in nothing but your stockings.
You don’t like the way your belly tightens with each stroke of his rough hands over your heated skin or the way your cunt drips with need every time he calls you a pretty angel.
He laughs at your attempts to kick or shove him away, and easily overpowers you. Joel pushes your hands back and nuzzles your breasts, gliding his nose over one, sliding to the other, until he suckles a peaked nipple into his mouth.
It gets you to stop fighting and instead you whimper in his hold, pushing your chest up so he can get more of your plump flesh into his mouth.
He makes room for himself between your thighs, grinding down his bulge onto your bare pussy. The rough material of his jeans contrasts the softness of his mouth and your brain short circuits.
“Always the same with you sluts,” he growls, “beggin’ me to stop but look at ya’, soakin’ my jeans.”
Joel props himself up, giving a kiss to the tip of each breast, and holds your mouth open with rough fingers to shove your panties inside. With your now torn dress, he uses the silk to tie your hands together.
“Can’t get away from me now, little girl. You’re all mine.”
Your knees are bent and thighs spread open, giving him a perfect view of your cunt. He uses one hand to thumb your tiny hole while the other unbuckles his belt.
“Prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen,” Joel says, “gonna make a mess in it.”
Joel pushes his jeans down and fists his cock, squeezing the thick length in his hand. A pulse starts in your cunt at the sight and you unconsciously tighten your inner muscles.
You push the inappropriate thoughts out of your head, reminding yourself that this is a stranger, one that you wanted help from–but the dribble of pre-cum on his purple tip makes your mouth water.
His cock is thick, angry-looking, and curved slightly. A patch of curly hair, silver streaked just like his head, covers his base.
Joel slips a single finger inside of you and you both groan, him from the snug fit and you from the stretch. Your back arches and you cry out from behind the gag.
“So fuckin’ tight,” he murmurs, “how am I gonna fit in here, angel?”
He slides his finger out and notches the tip of his cock to your slick entrance. You cry, no, no, please, through your gag, but your resolve slowly slips.
Joel holds your thighs open and thrusts in with one firm push, lodging himself to the hilt. It takes you a few moments to react, but you scream behind the gag.
“Fuck, fuck,” he says, “that’s—fuck. You’re fuckin’ perfect.”
You flutter around his length, trying to accommodate his size, feeling every veiny and bumpy ridge on his cock.
He stills, clutching your thighs and sliding his fingers beneath the lace band of your stockings.
“Grippin’ me so well, angel,” Joel groans, grinding down. “Meant to be, yeah?”
No, you scream in your head, but your body quivers in excitement and you breathe in the scent of his cologne and sweat, wanting him but, at the same time remembering how you ended up here.
“Look at cha’,” he laughs, “impatient little thing. Already fuckin’ herself on my cock.”
You try to deny it, that you’re currently not swiveling your hips, bouncing with the little room you have, trying to get him to move, but it’s no use. You’re chasing the warmth that simmers in your belly and you purposefully clench around his length.
Joel moves slowly, sliding out, watching the flicker of emotions on your face.
It barely fits, and it borders on pain. But the heat in your pussy only grows with each growl or moan that spills from his mouth.
You’re embarrassingly wet, making it so much easier for him to pound into you. He watches your joined bodies, eyes half closed but focused on the way your inner lips grip him, on how your slick drowns him from tip to base.
“Should I keep you, little girl?” Joel groans. “Chain you to my bed so you never leave?”
The image flashes in your mind—you, naked and sweaty, covered in his cum and spit, completely at his mercy.
He doesn’t need a verbal answer to know the idea excites you. Little slut, he says, as your inner muscles tighten around him.
Joel pushes your hands above your head and presses his face into the exposed column of your neck. He stretches over you, trapping you under his heavy weight.
Even if this isn’t the first time you’ve been fucked—it is the first time you’ve been fucked like this. The sounds you make, whines, screams, pretty whimpers that have him holding you tighter and fucking you harder—it’s all new.
“Deep,” he whispers in your ear, “so goddamn deep.”
There’s something strangely intimate about this. He stays fully clothed, only giving you his bare cock to feel, while you lay beneath him, completely nude except for the thigh highs.
Joel, if that even is his name, is a complete stranger. Yet he pounds into you like he owns you.
His lips trail from your neck, licking the droplets of sweat that gather on your skin, leaving kisses on the corner of your mouth, uncaring of the drool from your gag.
Your thoughts jumble from the overstimulation and soon you’re sobbing, filled with his big cock, dominated by the sheer force of his entire being.
“So fuckin’ tiny,” Joel grunts, “take me cock, little girl. Take it, take it.”
His breathing becomes erratic and he thrusts harsher, hauling your thigh higher so he can move quicker. He’s close. It might be your mind playing tricks or, his cock could actually be swelling inside of you, ready to fill you with his cum.
His thumb swipes over your clit in fast circles and you ripple around his length, coming in sticky, wet spurts. Your scream, caught by surprise by the pressure of your orgasm. You tremble and cry in his hold, squeeze him hard enough that he groans in pain.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he mutters, “gonna make this pussy mine.”
And he does. Joel fills your clenching, little hole with his cum, spilling his seed in your unprotected womb. You remember too late that you’re no longer on birth control, but it’s no use. You have no way to stop him from painting your cunt white, so you let him make a mess inside of you.
His hips piston with enough force to sink you into the mattress. You’re not quite sure if your orgasm ever ended, but your cunt pulses with another wave as Joel fucks the rest of his spend inside of you.
“All full of me, little girl,” he murmurs, dropping down to lay partially on top of you.
You won’t be able to walk tomorrow, or maybe for the next few days. Your entire body feels sore and your mind is delirious.
Joel gently slides out of you and places a kiss on your chin. He unties the silk from your hands and removes the wet panties from your mouth. You hear him walk out of the room, but fall asleep before you’re able to drink the glass of water he brings you.
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Joel’s POV.
He’s glad he followed Tommy’s advice and switched to a new escort agency.
The others aren’t usually so responsive or reactive to his touch. They’ll play along to his fantasy, throw out a few no, please stop, but it never feels real.
You’re different.
You kicked, scratched him, drew blood from his skin. It felt real, bringing out the primal side of him that he’s so desperately tried to repress.
Joel walks into the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and his phone, intending to order you food, when he sees an email from Sweet Angel Agency sent almost two hours ago.
Dear Mr. Joel Miller,
We apologize for the late notice but our Angel will not be able to make it to your residence tonight. We will be providing you with a full refund. Please wait 2-3 business days to see that reflected in your bank account.
For any further questions or to schedule another appointment, please contact us.
Thank you,
Sweet Angel Agency
“Who the fuck is in my bedroom?” Joel says after reading the email.
But as he walks back into the room and sees you spread out on his bed, your inner thighs soaked with your combined juices, marking your heated skin in white and clear streaks, Joel realizes he doesn’t really care.
He strips out of his sweaty clothes and climbs onto the bed with you. Now that he knows you aren’t from the agency, there’s no reason to let you go just yet.
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a/n: i know there are probably a few fics out there with similar tropes however if anything in this one is similar in plot to another, it is purely by coincidence! i would never steal someone’s work and i appreciate each and every fic writer out there who does these for free and takes time out of their day to give us amazing fics 🤍