#joey x reader

[whousestypewriters]

i'm here - joey lynch x reader

pairing: joey lynch x fem!reader

warnings: flufffffff, swearing + a lil angst

a/n: BELLE BELLE BELLE DO YOU SEE ME?? IM WRITING JOEY LYNCH FICS FOR YOU!! LOVE YOU POOKIE <33 (i've kept this surprisingly spoiler free as well!!) also pls ignore my delusional ass over here writing fics late at night-

joey lynch is a protector.

its his way of being. he's been that way all his life. constantly looking after his siblings when their parents couldn't.

so you take it upon yourself to be joey's protector - much to his disgruntlement.

so when you find the space next to you on your bed empty and cold. you know he's having nightmares again.

fighting with your very sleepy brain - which should shut up by the way - you roll out of bed, wrap a discarded blanket from your shrek movie marathon earlier and go in search for joey.

the nightmares aren't a regular thing - not anymore at least, that you are very grateful for - but when they do plague joey he falls into the downward spiral of think he's not good enough for you. which of course is absolute nonsense.

pulling the blanket tighter around you, you slip out through the balcony door and out into the crisp night where a shirtless and haunted looking joe sits with his head in his hands on a half broken chair - curtsey of the hotel you were staying in.

"hey you," you say softly approaching him. you're eyes definitely don't stray down to his bare chest... not at allllll.

joey's head snaps up, noticing you for the first time. "hey, what are you doing out here? go back to bed baby."

shaking your head you determinedly open the blanket and wrap it around him wincing at the coldness of his skin. how long has he been out here?

"nahh, if you're out here so am i."

joey already knowing that there is no point in arguing with you, stands up and picks you up bridal style, blanket and all bringing you back inside and gently places you back on your bed before closing the door again.

he busies himself fixing the duvet cover and pillows on the bed ignoring the knowing looks you're sending him.

"joe."

he looks at you. "y/n."

"do you want to talk about it?"

"no."

"joe."

he's quiet for a bit probably contemplating what he should tell you.

"it was the same one." his voice is quiet, soft. you know joey doesn't like talking about these dreams so you don't push it. "but different this time." he takes a deep breath and looks at you with resigned eyes. "i lost you. cause of the... cause of the...."

"i know," you whisper. unwrapping yourself from the blanket, rounding the bed and coming to stand in front of the broken boy in front of you.

"but hey," your eyes fill with tears as you look at the defeated look in his eyes. he really believes that it could be true. he really believes that you would- could leave him. "i'm here. and i'm not going anywhere. joe- joe look at me." when he refuses you step closer between his legs and cup his face. "joseph lynch, you look at me."

joey's pained eyes meet yours and your heart breaks for him. for the amount of shit he's been through. for all the years he had no one to turn to. now he has you, and you have every intention of making sure that joey lynch is fucking loved and cared for.

"i love you. and it would take a very very very big group of people to take me away from you- even then don't get your hopes up because believe it or not joey there is something in my soul that is connected to yours and in every life time, every life time i will find you." you press a soft kiss to his forehead. "so don't even think for one second that i'm going to leave you. you're my joey. and i don't plan on giving you up. so im sorry but you're kinda stuck with me."

joey's eyes shine with barely restrained love as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in, squeezing your waist tightly.

"i love you baby," he whispers against your midriff. "so much."

running your hands through his blonde hair you press a kiss to his head, "love you too baby."

you stay that way for a while, joey wrapped tightly around you and you pressing soft kisses to his head until joey leans back taking you with him.

"joey!" you laugh toppling over on top of him.

"yes?" he hums as he adjusts you both so you're facing each other with your legs intertwined.

"nothing," you smile and press a kiss to the tip of his nose, his green eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.

joey grins and pulls you closer by the waist pressing a soft, yearning kiss to your lips.

you both fall asleep to your hushed whispers in the dark, promises and loving kisses.

"love you baby..."

[taglist] @lxvebelle

a/n pt2: THE WAY I NEED ME SOME JOEY LYNCH IS UNFORGIVABLE sleep delusion reaaaally got to me at the end there- hope you liked it babes <33

[fishyvamp]

I am stressed as hell right now with everything going on in the US so Imma going to write what I think some of my favorite killers are like when they're darling reader comes to them stressed as hell. Many of them are going to be readers I've already written about at least once so feel free to check the masterlist. If you want more head canons feel free to ask.

The Knight is startled when Eldritch!reader asks to just cuddle, you're smaller then usual body tense and when he touches your skin he can feel the hidden shadows trying to pull him in. "Anything for you Szeretet," he whispers picking you up and holding you against his chest. He takes you to his bed though it looks more like the nest you have in your castle then an actual bed. You smile realizing he's slowly bringing pieces of you in. He doesn't find himself worthy of you, but if you insist on asking him for comfort it would be his honor to provide it.

The Ghostface is confused as hell watching Hyde!reader pacing the room. You're killer side is usually scarily calm most of the time. However you look ready to lash out. Ready to pounce and shred the next person who so much as looks at you. You turn around seeing him there and he was bracing himself to get rushed and pinned against the wall, but it never came. Instead he watches you slowly move to him picking him up holding him in your arms as you move to the couch slumping down. You don't say anything to him, but you do hold him almost painfully tight against your chest. "Everything alright?" He asks you. Not sure how to feel about the non-committal grunt you give.

The Hillbilly doesn't think twice already wrapping you tight in the warmest knit blanket he's got, he's got popcorn, hot cocoa, and all the sweets you can gorge yourself on. Your favorite movie is on and he's just enjoying your company as you both lay on the couch, though if you don't calm down he might be inclined to help his little critter out by using other methods of getting your brain to shut down.

The Trapper doesn't react much just pulls you into bed and asks you to just speak. It doesn't matter if he understands he just wants to listen. He wants to hear everything, wants to make sure you feel heard. He smiles when you finally break your worries spilling like a faucet as he takes everything in asking questions when you pause. You seem at ease once you're done looking so peaceful tucked up under his arm. His Brat looks so sweet when they lay in bed next to him so peacefully. Burden him will you, it makes him feel less alone to hear you. Makes him feel lighter when he helps you share the emotional load.

The Executioner is use to it. You're already stressed about this and that. You aren't dating, but he does know how to get you calm down, you pinned beneath him in the bed as he humps against your ass. So fucking perfect he thinks feeling you melt against his touch. Such a needy toy, maybe he'll force you on your knees as he sharpens his knife, your face pressed against his thigh nose buried into his clothed groin. You're surrounded by his musk and for some reason that pacifies you. Not that pyramid head can complain.

The legion, they're solution to everything is horror movies and cuddle puddle. The neediest person in the center of the puddle a killer in each arm, a third holding behind while the fourth finds himself between your legs. The look smug when they finally get you to sleep. Your snoring soothing. It isn't long before they're passed out too.

[639-hear-me-out-bby]

mutual pining! joey brings over food to your apartment whenever you've got your day off. joey let himself in, balancing a stack of takeout trays in one hand and his keys in the other. "knock, knock," he called, even though he was already stepping inside. "i got you some lasagna and some chicken here," he said, setting the trays down on your tiny dining table. "figured you'd need something good since you work yourself half to death."

you looked up from where you were curled on the couch, wearing the softest pair of sweats joey had ever seen you in. “you didn’t have to do all this, joey,” you said, but there was a smile tugging at your lips.

he shrugged, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “eh, i like seeing you eat. besides, you get this cute little face when you’re excited about food.”

you rolled your eyes, though your cheeks flushed. “if you keep talking like that, i’m gonna start thinking you like me or something.”

joey froze for half a beat, then played it off with a laugh. “well, if the lasagna didn’t tip you off already…” he quipped, glancing at you as he started unpacking the trays.

a soft warmth settled in your chest as you watched him. joey was always like this—half-joking, half-serious, always walking this line you could never quite pin down. it kept your heart on edge in the best and worst ways.

“c’mon,” he said, motioning toward the couch with a tray in each hand. “we can eat and listen to some music. i saw you’ve still got that old stereo hooked up.”

you shifted to make room for him, grabbing the remote to flick on the stereo. a smooth, mellow tune filled the room as joey plopped down beside you, the scent of the lasagna wafting between you.

“so,” he said after a few bites, leaning back against the couch, “tell me about your day. any crazy hospital stories?”

you sighed, leaning into the cushions. “not much. just the usual chaos. but there was this one patient—he was convinced he was the star of some soap opera. said he needed to fake his death to escape a love triangle.”

joey burst out laughing, nearly spilling his food. “sounds like someone i’d get along with.”

you nudged his arm with your elbow. “don’t encourage him. i spent an hour convincing him that pretending to die wasn’t the best way to deal with his feelings.”

“sounds like you’re good at that,” joey said softly, his voice dipping into something warmer. “helping people figure out their feelings.”

you glanced at him, your breath catching at the way his gaze lingered on you. “yeah, well, not always. some people are harder to read.”

he smirked, leaning a little closer. “you saying i’m hard to read?”

“you’re impossible,” you teased, though your voice was quieter now, the space between you charged with something unspoken.

he shifted, stretching an arm across the back of the couch, his fingers just brushing your shoulder. “nah, i’m an open book. you just gotta know how to read me.”

you rolled your eyes again, but your smile betrayed you. “you’re so full of it, tribbiani.”

“and yet, here you are, letting me invade your couch,” he shot back, his grin widening.

eventually, the food was forgotten, replaced by the soft murmur of conversation as the music played on. joey stretched out, his arm resting more solidly around your shoulders now, and you leaned into him, letting the warmth of his presence melt away the stress of your day. neither of you said it outright, but in moments like this, the truth hung thick in the air. it was only a matter of time.

[blueberryismilk18]

i’ve never asked anything on tumblr before but i NEED some joey from bistro huddy headcanons because the ones you did for brad were SO good (pretty please with a cherry on top !!!) (whenever you get the chance no rush !!!)

okay super sorry I took a while I started them but then I forgot… but I finished them finally, just a side note I can’t really see this working if you’re not a coworker so yeah, hope you enjoy :3 (I tried to keep them GN just let me know if I messed up at any point and I can edit it)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘺 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Coworker platonic:

🍽️ you just started working at Bistro Huddy and you already hear the yelling coming from the kitchen 

🍽️ if you’re nice to him he’s nice to you, if he yells is just cause he can’t stand the other servers so he doesn't mean it

🍽️ You’re his favorite server so of course when they accidentally make another of something he'll offer it to you first

🍽️ See’s you upset or crying cause of someone you bet he's gonna go over there and get confrontational

🍽️ oh you’re friends with just Joey? Not anymore you’re friends with the whole kitchen, shockingly enough even Ruby has some sort of respect for you (I love her)

🍽️ if you are like Nico or Pickles he will go insane (in a good way) but now on top of having his own kids (pls tell me people remember him talking about having to pay child support) he has to take care of 2 cooks and a server, never admit it but he does care about all of you

Coworker Romantic:

🍨 “Hello there Sweetheart/handsome/lovely” 

🍨 disgustingly flirty with you but plays it cool, will always be nice to you

🍨 Will mess up orders and give them to you, hope you enjoy your free lunch

🍨 get ready for the kitchen to tease you guys, y'all get no peace unless it’s outside work

🍨 this man is divorced and has kids and has to take care of the “kids” working in the kitchen, help him cool off and relax with him

🍨 idc what anyone says I feel like he would have some cheesy moments like slow dancing in his kitchen while waiting for the food to finish cooking, just some tame moments with Joey

🍨 gives you quick and small kisses when nobody is looking at work, I don’t think he’s really one for pda

🍨 Definitely makes up for it in private (interpret this how you want to 🫶)

🍨 He has his own way of showing you he cares, I feel like he struggles so he often does small things, too embarrassed to vocalize his feelings/doesn’t know how so give him some time

🍨 Joey is always on edge when pickles mentions you to any other server, cause any sort of news travels fast around the restaurant and I think he wants to keep it private for a while

🍨 let’s just say no matter how hard Joey tried pickles still slipped it and you get questioned for your taste in men…

🍨 overall Joey would be a pretty good boyfriend despite his anger issues, just help him calm down (again interpret that however you want to)

[writing-rat]

Professionalism At it's Finest

Pairing: Joey x Reader, minor Sammy x Reader but not established

Content: 18+ Content, Thigh riding, masturbation, Sammy watching

Summary: Joey needs you to be professional after she caught you masturbating. She knows what she needs to do now.

WC: 720

Joey was a professional. Or she was meant to be? That was when she caught you in the bathroom. “Jesus, fuck. Sorry,” she apologised immediately before she went to leave. That was when she saw what you were doing though. You were masturvsting. “Aren’t you meant to be checking all the windows in case they missed one?” Joey asked with a raised eyebrow. You, blushing madly, nodded. 

“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am,” you immediately responded, embarrassed about being caught fingers deep in yourself. Joey raised an eyebrow as she glanced behind them, checking no one seemed to be about before she kicked the door closed. 

“If you really need pleasure I can help. I don’t expect to see any more fingerings,” Joey grunted, pinning you against the wall as you nodded. You had just pulled your fingers out too as you were both flustered and embarrassed. Joey smirked. “Words baby girl,” she teased. 

“Please mommy,” you begged, feeling your need rise. She nodded and smirked at how you were acting around her. “God, you are a slut, huh?” she teased. “Lambert said no grab-ass but here you are, wanting me,” she added.

“Aren’t you meant to be a professional?” you bit back. 

“You play dangerous games don’t you Star?” she teased. She was ready to fuck you. “I can be professional. This is so you stay professional,” she finished. You nodded before she suddenly grabbed you by the neck. “I found a bedroom, we can use that,” she explained. You were nodding. 

“Yes ma’am,” you responded, barely able to breathe as she was choking you but it turned you on more.

Soon enough you were in the bedroom and she pushed you against the bed, kissing you deeply. What you both weren’t aware of was Sammy in the corner, looking out the window. She was about to say hi but you already were kissing. Joey kept holding you, having you pinned down as she was groping at your chest and your hips. “God, you have to be one of the hottest people on the team,” she commented. “Those tight jeans look good against your ass too,” she stated. 

“They really do,” Sammy finally chimed in, having that little smile that she did when Joey said she came from money. You looked up in shock as Joey smirked. “You want her to watch?” Joey asked, her eyes dilated. You blushed, nodding.

Sammy was excited as she sat down on the bed, Joey sitting up as she was against the headboard of the bed, setting you on her thigh. “Grind,” she commanded. Doing as told you started to ride her thigh, moaning while doing so. “I caught Star here masturbating. Thought she would need this to be more professional,” Joey stated with a smirk. Sammy nodded as she kept watching, Joey soon pulling her shirt up. She still didn’t feel comfortable revealing her arms to anyone just yet. “Suck,” she demanded. You nodded, then sucked as you wanted to be good for Joey. You knew she could be a good punisher if you needed to be punished and you didn’t want that. Sammy meanwhile watched. 

“She seems to be doing good at least,” she stated, hearing how Joey was practically moaning. Joey nodded.

“She is talented with her mouth,” she commented as she was holding you, glancing down as you were leaving wetness on her jeans. It was getting more and more visible. Sammy couldn’t help but get excited over it too. 

“After this job, is it ok if we fuck together?” Sammy asked. Joey nodded, watching as she saw how you were soon stuttering your hips. 

“You close baby girl?” she teased. You nodded, moaning.

“Come for me,” she spoke. Under her command, you came instantly. Joey smirked as she was panting, you still sucking on her nipple. She admittedly came just from that as Sammy was excited. Safe to say, you knew you would get more after the job if you were professional. It was proven soon after. “If both of you are professional during this mission then yes, we may fuck after this. But be professional,” she spoke, slowly getting you off as she got herself ready, her jeans were still wet but she didn’t care. You nodded and glanced at Sammy, more excited. You would be good for Joey.

[theonewithacrushonjoey]

Friends? | Joey tribbiani |

Chapter 1

Summary : violet is the sibling of Monica and ross geller, one day her and her other three friends were having coffee at central perk there favorite coffee spot when a wet bride comes tumbling in and changes there life forever.

it was a normal day at the coffee house me working, chandler making jokes, phoebe being quirky, my sister and brother fighting, and joey being.....well joey.

"theres nothing to tell just some guy I work with" Monica says defensively from the couch

"come on, your going out with the guy theres gotta be something wrong with him" joey says

"ok guys give her a break I mean for all we know he could be perfectly normal" I say trying to hide my smile not even believing myself, everyone looks at me for a second and then busts out laughing.

"so does he have a hump, a hump and a hair piece" chandler mocks and monica scoffs.

"wait does he eat chalk? just cause I dont want her to go through what I went through with carl" Phoebe says with sadness, we all just look at her confusedly.

"ok everybody relax this is not even a date, its just two people going out to dinner and not having sex" Monica says look at us seriously

"sounds like a date to me, well unless your joey" I give joey an accusatory look

"hey i dont always have sex on dates"

"yeah sure, you know I room right next to you right?" chandler questions like joeys stupid.

"yeah whatever you both suck" joey says looking at me and chandler sideways.

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"alright so im back in high school standing in the middle of the cafeteria and I realize I am totally....naked" chandler spit out, the room fills with the sounds of us agreeing that we've all had that dream at some point.

"and I look down and realize there is a phone...there"

"instead of?' I say not wanting to say what I meant in public

"that's right" chandler agrees

'Nope never had that" Joey says coming over and sitting next to me with his coffee In hand

"me either" I say weirded out

"oh and that's not the weirdest past, all of a sudden the phone starts ringing and it turns out its my mother which is very very weird because... she never calls me" chandler says confused

"I dont know if that's more sad or gross" I say look at him turning my head to the side questioningly, I feel joey start laughing from beside me I turn to him and smile I've alway loved his laugh.

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"so sis where's ross?" I ask.

"I don-" but before she can finish her sentence we hear the coffee house doors open and look over to see a sullen looking ross coming over.

"hi...." ross says looking like a wet puppy from the rain

"oof this guy says hello I want kill myself" joey says I nudge him giving him a shut up look to which he looks down sorrily.

"you ok sweetie" I say holding his hand that was resting on the couch.

"I just feel like someone reached down my throat grabbed my small intestine pulled it out of my mouth and tied it around my neck" he says walking over to were chandler was sitting

"cookie" chandler says raising 3 cookies on a plate up to ross, ross just looks at him

"carol moved her stuff out today" Monica revels well all oh and ah "let me get you some coffee" she continues getting up and going over to the waiter at the front

" oh... ah....oh" Phoebe groans as she starts picking the air around ross.

"no stop...stop cleansing my aura" ross says putting his hands up but she continues "no just leave my aura alone ok" he says with finality which makes phoebe stop.

"ill be fine everyone really ok I hope shell be very happy"

"no you dont" I say obviously.

"no I dont to hell with her she left me" ross says angrily.

"and you never knew she was a lesbian" joey says looking at ross expectantly.

"I always has a suspicion something was up" I say looking at joey.

"true you always said that, see ross your sister knew but not you?" joey smirks at me knowing hell get a rise out of him by saying this.

"no! ok why does everyone keep fixating on that, she didn't know how was I suppose to know" he says waving his hands in font of his face annoyed

"sometimes I wish I was a lesbian" chandler says out of nowhere looking down at his newspaper.

"did I say that out loud?" he finishes concerned about himself I smile at him as Monica comes back over and gives him his coffee.

" alright ross look your feeling a lot of pain right now your angry, your hurting, can I tell you what the answer is?" joey questions but I already know its gonna be a stupid answer.

"strip joints!' he says like its obvious, I wave him off

"come on joey" I say trying to hide my smile at his ridiculousness but he notices and nudges me playfully to which I break and smile fully

"maybe joeys right I mean come on your single have some fun" I say

"see but I dont want to be single I just want to be married again" he says sadly, Monica rubbing his shoulder to try to comfort him, then all of a sudden the doors to the coffee house swing open and busts through a girl in a wet wedding gown, we all look towards her confused and surprised.

"and I want million dollars" candler yells towards the door I scoff laughing looking back towards the girl in white she looks familiar for some reason.

Monica gets up going towards her "Rachel?" she questions.

"oh god Monica hi oh thank god I just went to your building and you weren't there and then this guy with a big hammer sad that you might be here and you are you are!" Rachel rushes out.

"can i get you some coffee" one of my waitress friends say from behind the counter.

"decaf" Monica says walking over with Rachel

"Rachel hey its me violet Monica and Rosses sister" I was hoping she remembered me as we were all kinda best friends at one point.

"vi! omg hey its you, you look so good!" she says coming over and hugging me tightly getting me slightly wet from her dress.

"hey everybody this is Rachel another Lincoln high survivor, this is everybody" I say pointing to everyone

'this is chandler dont mind him he's kinda special" I whisper to her but chandler hears and makes a face at me to which I stick my tongue out back at him.

"this is phoebe she's great weird but great" I say pointing towards phebs to which she smiles sweetly

"and the is joey the playboy of the century" I say smirking at him he just scoffs and smiles at Rachel

'Ignore her" joey says waving at rach

"and ross my brother you remember him right?"

"sure!" she goes to shake his hand but his umbrella pops out making it extremely awkward I smile covering my mouth with my hand going back over to my seat next to joey leaning on him a little this time, feeling a little tired from all the social interaction going on to which he senses right away and leans back so I can get more comfortable. he's always had a way of reading my mind in a sense.

(To be continued) I hope you guys like this chapter! I've loved friends and Joey since I was a kid and just wanted to write about it :)

[tomm6n]

Hii!! Can you write a fic about Joey with a reader that helps a lot with his siblings (when all of the teddy thing was happening), like she babysit the kids, buys them food and just helps a lot, and he doesn't want to accept it

note ⸝⸝⸝ so idk if u wanted this to be completelyyy angst..

summary ⸝⸝⸝

warnings ⸝⸝⸝ angst.

you’ve been in joey lynch’s life for years — since you were kids, you’ve been attached at the hip. other kids would tease you for always hanging around him. he was the quiet one, the one who kept to himself. joey had friends, sure, but he never wanted to get too close to anyone. except you. you never pushed. you just showed up, made him feel safe, and let him know you weren’t going anywhere. and he let you in.

now you’re both older, still just as inseparable. visiting him and his family has become part of your daily routine. you’ve practically adopted his younger siblings. buying them clothes, snacks, taking them outside, babysitting them when joey’s too busy with work or school. you’ve known them since they were babies.

but there’s always been one thing joey struggled with — accepting help. he never hated the fact that you were close to his family. it was just, the idea of needing someone that much. he’d grown up self-reliant, proud. and that part of him never left.

it was a quiet night. their father was off doing god knows what, and their mum was holed up in her room. the kids looked like they hadn’t eaten all day, and you couldn’t ignore it. you took it upon yourself to make dinner, it just felt right.

“hungry,” seany says.

you giggle and squeeze his cheeks. “course you are! i’ll make dinner right now, okay?” you reply, setting him into a chair.

as you start on your special pasta, shannon appears beside you. “that smells so good,” she says, staring into the pot like she’s hypnotized. you laugh at her expression.

you nod toward the table. “go set it up, yeah? and tell the others to come down.”

she smiles softly and disappears out of view.

you all sit down and start eating. you’re feeding seany some of his baby food when tadgh raises an eyebrow.

“are ya not hungry or somethin’? ya do know sean knows how to eat by himself,” he says, scoffing.

you chuckle. “he’s three. seany deserves to be fed.”

shannon smiles quietly at the two of you, just as the front door creaks open. everyone pauses and looks toward it.

“o-ee!” seany squeals with excitement.

your smile widens at his reaction. he wiggles in his seat, and you help him down so he can run to his brother. joey ruffles his hair, bending down to grin at him.

“seanyboo,” he says.

the others turn back to their food, but joey’s eyes find yours. he looks serious, like he’s trying to say something without speaking. something twists in your stomach. is he mad? did you do something wrong?

after cleaning up and tucking everyone into bed (even tadgh and shannon.no matter how grown they act, they’re still babies in your eyes), you head to the kitchen for a water bottle. that’s when joey appears behind you out of nowhere.

you jump slightly.

“let’s talk,” he says, voice low and firm.

before you can respond, he gently grabs your wrist and leads you outside. your heart races. you don’t understand why he looks so intense. the knot in your stomach only tightens.

“are you okay, joey?” you ask softly, confused.

“no— fuck, ye, i am. this isn’t about me, it’s about you,” he says, stumbling over his words. you raise an eyebrow.

“me? did i do something wrong or somethin’—”

he cuts you off, sighing. “i appreciate everything ya do. for me. for my siblings. but i don’t like how you come over every single day like it’s your responsibility. like they’re your family. buying them shit. taking care of everything. i just… i just fuckin’ want ya to focus on your own life. i feel like i made that your duty—”

you quickly raise a hand, stopping him before he can finish.

“joey, no matter how much you hate it, i can’t stop caring about them. i love them. they matter to me. and so do you.”

he exhales, eyes darting away. “you don’t get it. i just need some space from you.”

your heart drops.

those are the exact words you never wanted to hear, especially not from him. the last time he said them, you were kids, and it nearly ruined everything between you.

your vision blurs. tears threaten to fall no matter how hard you fight them. you wipe your face with your sleeve. you’re wearing joey’s hoodie — how fitting.

his hands ball into fists at his sides. you know he’s fighting the urge to reach for you. he hates seeing you cry, especially when he’s the one who caused it. he never means to hurt you. he just never knows how to accept the kind of love you offer.

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he whispers.

“i think i know exactly what you meant,” you say quietly. “but if that’s what you want… i’ll respect it.”

you grip your water bottle tighter and take a step back. part of you hopes he’ll stop you, call your name, reach for your wrist, say anything.

but he doesn’t.

each step you take away from him feels like another piece of your heart breaking off.

“i love you,” he finally says — barely above a whisper.

you don’t turn around.

[vikkirosko]

I’m not sure is THIS blog is still active either, but I’ll leave a request anyway since they’re open

Could I request hcs for the Huntress, the Legion (Julie), the Trapper, and the Pig with a reader who’s had an AWFUL life and had absolutely EVERY right to become a killer, but just didn’t? AND THE READER’S LIKE.. WEIRDLY NICE DESPITE HOW DOOKIE THEIR LIFE HAS BEEN 💔

I just think it’s really interesting, and your writing is amazing! Thank you so much if you accept! <D

Hi, the blog is active and I'm still alive. I just had a vacation. And thank you for your words and your request. I don't get requests about fandoms like dbd very often, and that's why I'm especially pleased to write them

Headcanons Unexpectedly nice

⛏️ Trapper x Reader 🪤

Evan had seen many survivors. They were all trying their best to escape from him. Every time he saw new faces, the faces of those he hurt. You were one of the survivors, but you seemed kinder to him. You always tried to help others, even if you might have suffered from it yourself. Even when one of your friends dropped a pallet on his head, you turned around and looked at him as if you wanted to apologize to him. You were nice, even strangely nice, especially when it came to him, even though you should have been afraid and hated him

After the next trial, the last thing he expected to see was you. He was just going to rest and take care of his wounds, but you came and brought a first-aid kit with you. At first, Trapper thought it was a cruel joke, but you were quick to apologize for the fact that your friends hurt him. You knew they were defending themselves, but you just couldn't stay away. Listening to you, he was surprised at how kind you were. But it was because of your kindness that he believed you and took the first-aid kit from you. You offered to help him, and he, knowing full well that with your help he could handle it faster, agreed

You started coming to Evan's house a lot, and you even talked. He wasn't very talkative, but he didn't feel as lonely around you as he used to. One day he asked you about your life, about how you used to live, and you told him without hiding it. But this was not what Evan had expected at all. He expected to hear a happy story, but the more he listened to you, the more he realized that it was almost a miracle that you were a survivor. There were a lot of bad things in your life, and he wouldn't be surprised if you killed someone at some point. But you tried to stay positive and friendly with others, even in a place like the realms. It surprised him and aroused respect for you. You reminded him of himself in some ways, but he would never tell you that

Trapper didn't plan to hurt you. He started to like it when you came to him. Next to you, he didn't feel like a killer, but just an ordinary person. He wasn't sure when he'd last felt like this. Evan hoped that together you could help each other forget about the past pain that you felt, and at least feel a little happy

🐰 Huntress x Reader 🪓

Huntress is used to seeing survivors scared. They were afraid of her, they tried to escape from her. Some were even willing to leave their comrades to die for this. When she saw you for the first time, she was sure that you were the same as the others. But the more she watched you, the more she realized that things weren't quite as she'd imagined. You always tried to help your comrades, you gave them encouraging smiles, and if there was a choice between saving your own life or the life of one of your comrades, you always sacrificed yourself by distracting her or other killers, giving your comrades time to save. This surprised the woman, but it also aroused her curiosity

When you first came to her forest outside of the trial, Anna was surprised. You didn't go near her hut, wandering curiously through the forest, but she came closer to you on her own. At first, you looked worried. You were afraid that she might hurt you, but when you saw that she wasn't going to do it, your lips stretched into an awkward smile. You tried to talk to her, but she remained silent. She didn't send you away, and you took that as permission to stay in her forest longer. She was watching you and making sure that you didn't try to harm her or invade her home. But you didn't even think about doing that. You just walked around and sometimes you talked. You weren't even sure if you were talking to her or yourself, but from what she heard, she realized that it was amazing that you were a survivor. You went through a lot of pain, really a lot, and if you became one of the killers, it wouldn't be surprising, but you were a survivor and for some reason you continued to be surprisingly nice to others. What she found out about you allowed her to trust you more, and so she began to show you small signs of attention

You often began to find small wooden toys that she made herself, and she left them especially for you. It was her way of lifting your mood. During the trials, she might not specifically attack you, and if you were alone, she could show you where the hatch was. You didn't understand the reason for her sudden acts of kindness, but when, during your next visit to the forest, she finally spoke to you, you realized that you had unknowingly done something unexpected. You aroused warm feelings in Huntress that she hadn't even thought about before, and now she was striving to make sure that you were safe with her

For Anna, such feelings were something new, and together you tried to figure them out. She let you into her hut and you realized more and more that behind the animal mask there was a person, a lonely person who, if she had been in a different situation, could have been different. You understood her, because you were both in a similar position, and because of this, you understood each other better, and your strange, unexpected relationship only became stronger

🐽 The Pig x Reader 🪤

Amanda had been through a lot before the Entity took her away. When she saw you, it was like she saw herself in the past, before she became who she became. You were sincere, attentive to others and eager to help them. She was sure that you would become more gloomy over time. Amanda was sure that you had never faced difficulties before, and that was why you were such a surprisingly sweet and pleasant person. But every time she saw you, she was more and more amazed that you didn't change. It was as if you continued to believe that everything would be fine and that you had a chance for a good ending and you would be able to free yourself and leave the realm of mist

You were genuinely interested in exploring places where you could go outside of trials. That's how you came across her. Amanda wasn't trying to harm you until you crossed her personal boundaries. But she was interested in talking to you, so she didn't specifically kick you out. Amanda was watching you and asking you about your life. You didn't hide anything from her, for some reason continuing to smile at her as if she wasn't stalking you and the other survivors. But the more she listened to you, the more she realized that there were a lot of bad things in your life, maybe even as much as in her life. But she started killing, and you continued to maintain a positive attitude. You believed in the best and continued to be surprisingly friendly, even though you could easily have started killing too and then you would have ended up in the same position as her. But you didn't do it

Listening to your stories, she herself did not notice how she began to fall in love with you. You seemed like the ray of light that could change her life. Next to you, she might not feel like the Pig that the survivors feared, but just like Amanda, who could also love. You were kind and gentle with her, especially when you started dating. If any of the survivors found out about your relationship, you would be treated like a traitor, but you didn't seem to care about it. You continued to communicate with other survivors and with her, seeing no problem in this

Even if you became a killer, she would be there for you. She accepted you for who you are, even though she was surprised that you continued to be so surprisingly sweet no matter what. You were strong in spirit and you could handle any difficulty, even if you didn't realize it yourself. But Amanda understood that, and she wanted you to stay that way

📼 Julie Kostenko x Reader 🔪

Julie has been living a good life for a long time. She had friends, she got everything she wanted out of life. Confident and willing to take risks, she did not regret what she had done or becoming a killer. She loved what she and her friends were doing. She wasn't usually interested in survivors, but when she noticed you, she was curious to see what you were capable of. She was watching you and you started to seem more and more strange to her. You were so sweet and friendly with the other survivors, you tried to help them. You seemed naive to her, and she didn't understand how you could stay so nice to everyone, even though you had to worry every day. It was out of curiosity that she decided to eavesdrop on a conversation between you and another survivor

From the fragments of your conversations, she realized that everything in your life was far from perfect. But she learned a lot more when you talked in person. You didn't dislike her, which was amazing, but it made Julie get to know you much better. From everything she's learned about you, she's realized one simple thing. You could have been one of them. You could have killed and then become one of the killers. But you didn't do it. You remained as sincere and kind as ever, you weren't going to hurt others. Your strangely sweet disposition surprised her, but she realized that maybe chatting with you wasn't such a bad idea

You started spending a lot of time with her and her friends. At first they didn't understand the reason for this, but over time they got used to you. Julie spent a lot of time with you. She began to like you and she often thought about what would happen if you met in ordinary life. Maybe she wouldn't have noticed you, or maybe you would have become one of them. Julie would be lying if she said she didn't want to see you more often. She really liked you, despite your kind disposition. And even the fact that you were on opposite sides of the fence didn't bother her

Sometimes Julie wondered how you could stay so good despite everything you've been through. You were much stronger mentally than many. Despite the many difficulties you faced, you remained true to your principles. You tried to treat others equally and did not harm others. Julie was surprised by this, but she also respected it. But she was wondering how long you would stay like this in a place as disturbing as the one where you were trapped

[nayomii]

Morning Bliss

Summary: You spend a comfy morning with Joey, while your brother Chandler is still sleeping.

Warnings: slightly smutty/suggestive content, gender of the reader is not clearly specified but their breasts are mentioned twice

Slowly you begin to wake up as the first sun rays of the day fall on your face. Still a bit groggy and disoriented from having just woken up it takes you a minute to fully realize where you are. But then you notice the arm that's draped around your waist and feel the soft breath that is hitting your neck and you remember. A soft smile that soon turns into a grin sneaks onto your face as you think about the amazing night you and Joey had spent together. First a stop at the movie theatre where you watched a horror movie that even though he tried to hide it scared the shit out of him. So pretending to be the one that is scared you proposed to switch locations to which he happily obliged. That‘s how you ended up spending the next few hours in a bar not far from the theatre talking and drinking and laughing until you were the last ones there and the bar keeper asked you to leave since it was closing time.

The final stop of your date was his apartment, where you talked some more (along doing other things) until neither of you could keep your eyes open and you decided to head to bed.

You slowly lift the covers off yourself, careful not to wake him, and try to slip out of his arms. But before moving so much as an inch you feel his arm around you tightning, pulling you closer. "Where do you think you're going?" he grumbles with his low morning voice. "I was going to make us some breakfast. Aren't you hungry?" "Oh I‘m hungry alright, just not for food" he answers and starts placing soft and warm kisses on your neck. "Joe.., come on my brother is right next door." "So what, we can be quiet" he says while his hand starts tracing up your upper body and then palming your breasts through your t-shirt. "You and I both know that's not true, so I need you to be good ok?" you say with a warning tone. "Fine.." he says but not without a dramatic sigh. You let out a small laugh because of his stubbornness and then finally manage to slip out of bed and walk into the kitchen, fully aware, that Joey is staring at your ass the entire time.

After about 15 minutes you're flipping your first pancakes while Joey is taking a shower. You're softly humming a random melody, careful not to be to loud as to not wake Chandler up, when suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. "You didn’t think you’d escape me that easily, did you?" Joey murmurs against your ear, his damp hair tickling your cheek. You let out a small gasp, the spatula nearly slipping from your fingers. "Joey, you’re dripping water all over me!" you giggle as he presses his bare chest against your back. "Well, maybe you shouldn’t be so irresistible," he teases, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to the side of your neck. His hands start to roam, sliding over your stomach and gripping your hips, but you quickly swat them away. "Behave!" you whisper sharply, glancing towards Chandler’s door. Joey groans dramatically, resting his chin on your shoulder and keeping his arms wrapped around you. But he doesn't stay like that for long and after only a few seconds his fingers start to move again, sliding over your stomach, then slowly moving upward, his fingertips barely grazing your skin under your shirt. You suck in a sharp breath, your body instantly reacting to his touch. "Joey..." you warn, but your voice comes out softer than intended. "Shhh," he murmurs against your neck, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below your ear. "You said I had to behave. You didn’t say I couldn’t have a little taste." His lips trail down to your shoulder while his hands slide up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your already sensitive nipples. A quiet whimper escapes you, and Joey groans softly, his breath warm against your neck. "You make the best sounds," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. One hand leaves your chest and travels lower, gripping your hip, pulling you flush against him so you can feel just how much he wants you. You turn in his arms, your lips crashing into his in a desperate kiss. His hands grip your waist, pulling you up onto the counter as he steps between your legs. Your fingers tangle in his damp hair, tugging just enough to make him groan into your mouth. His tongue teases yours, deepening the kiss, his hands gripping your thighs as if he can't get close enough. Just as his lips start trailing down to the neckline of your shirt, you hear a door creak open. You both freeze. Chandler shuffles into the kitchen, half-asleep, rubbing his eyes. You push Joey off you so fast he nearly stumbles, and you quickly grab the spatula, pretending to flip an already-done pancake. Joey, ever the actor, casually leans against the counter, arms crossed, like he wasn’t just kissing you like his life depended on it. Chandler yawns. "Morning.....why do I feel like there's a weird vibe in here?" You force a nervous laugh. "Weird? Nope. Just making pancakes." Joey nods way too enthusiastically. "Yeah, nothing weird. Just breakfast. Very normal, boring breakfast." Chandler eyes you both suspiciously but, thankfully, is too tired to question it. "Cool. Make me some," he mutters before trudging towards the bathroom. The second the door closes, Joey sneaks a smirk at you, his hand brushing against your thigh. You swat it away, but he just grins. This was far from over.

[thatsauceysauce]

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Joey Jordison, who brushes your hair in the mornings

Joey Jordison, who says your gonna be the best mom and wife

Joey Jordison, who lets you re-dye his hair, and tells everyone he has a hot hairstylist

Joey Jordison, who greets you with open arms and a shoulder to cry on when you need it most

Joey Jordison, who matches bracelets with you

Joey Jordison, who always begs you to go on tour with him

Joey Jordison, who taps your thigh as if its a drum

Joey Jordison, who introduced you to his family

Joey jordison, who also introduced you to so many new bands

Joey Jordison, who always looks forward to when you cook

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[smol-dragon]

Snow Laden Tragedies

The Legion/Reader , Frank Morrison/Reader , Joey/Reader , Susie/Reader , Julie/Reader , F.J.S.J/Reader Chapter 1 of ?? Word Count: 2,580 words Chapter Warnings: Violence against reader Summary:

All you could do was run. You don't know how you got to this place or why there are suddenly murderers on your heel, but you can do nothing but run as you fight for your life to survive. It's unfortunate, really, that your circumstances are so odd, an oddity that doesn't go unnoticed by a certain group of killers. New toys are always fun and you're the shiniest one yet.

Cross posted on AO3

You didn't know how this started, how you got here, but all you knew was that you had to run.

Your heart felt as if it wanted to burst out of your chest, the thundering roar of blood pumping through your veins making it hard to hear your pursuer; but you knew he was there. You had watched as he struck down another woman from afar, tearing into her flesh with his blade. Her screams had echoed in the forest as her blood sullied pristine snow, the display being all that you needed to know you were in danger. This man would do the same to you if you didn't get away, you had to run.

In your haste you nearly fell, your sneakers now a detriment on the slick snow beneath you. You stumbled, but after a few botched steps you managed to regain your balance. You had almost let out a sigh of relief, but the sounds of steps quickly approaching made you realize your mistake. He had finished off whoever it was he was previously preoccupied with, leaving you as a final witness; a final victim. Without sparing a second thought, you took off into the woods.

Flecks of snow pelted your face as your lungs burned, trying to make sense of the world around you as it passed by in a blur. Nothing about this place was familiar. Hell, it wasn’t even snowing where you were just an hour ago, yet you now found yourself in a tundra? It was confusing to say the least, but you didn’t have time to consider the possibilities; not while being chased. Your heart hammered in your chest from exertion as you dared to look back, a mistake that had your blood running cold.

He had gotten closer, so much so that you could actually make out the finer details of his appearance. The mask you saw was worn down, a crudely drawn smiley face leering back at you and hiding whatever expression the maniac had underneath. You couldn’t even see his eyes through the holes, the entire thing was designed to successfully hide his identity. Everything else about him seemed normal, if not for the new and old bloodstains that littered his clothes. The glint of metal in his hand made you look towards his knife, one you were now realizing was being raised above his head. Your eyes widened slightly as you saw him push himself to seemingly his own limits, gaining speed as he barreled after you.

At this rate, you wouldn’t stand a chance. You returned your focus to the world ahead of you and willed your legs to work harder, teeth gritting as you could hear his irregular breathing like he was right at your heels. He probably was, but you didn’t dare turn around to check. Your only confirmation was the feeling of wind grazing your back, a strike that barely missed. Almost immediately after would sounds of pain leave the masked man, his footsteps briefly slowing. You weren’t sure what just happened, but you’d happily accept the gained distance without question and use it to your advantage.

You pushed yourself further, deeper into the snow laden terrain, the lack of landmarks or anything substantial concerning you. You didn’t know where you were, how you ended up in this place, or if you were even heading towards anything that could help you. For all you knew, you were just heading deeper into seclusion and cementing your fate. It was a thought that gnawed at the back of your psyche as you veered around conifers and other pines, but you were determined to try and live regardless. You’d run for as long as you had to, as long as you could until you dropped and couldn’t run anymore. 

But, it would seem fate was some-what kind to you.

Barely hidden in the endless haze of white would the outline of something solid and far more man-made catch your attention; a small building amongst the snow. It didn’t look inhabited, perhaps one of those old camping checkpoints for people out in the wilderness, but you didn’t care. A building meant there was a door and maybe, just maybe, a chance to buy yourself enough time to catch your breath.

You practically jumped up the stairs, skipping steps, as you rushed to the door. You could hear the heavy steps of your would-be attacker behind you as you slammed the door shut, quickly pushing the lock into place before a fit of coughs overcame you. Barely a few seconds would pass before something (or in this case, someone) collided with the door, rattling the wood on its hinges. You flinched from the sound of the impact, backing away from the door as the man battered at your only divider. He persisted for s few moments, but eventually all would fall silent.

You knew he was still out there, possibly waiting, but it seemed for the time being he had stopped. You weren’t sure why his assault had paused, but you would use the moment of respite to catch your breath and try to think of a plan. The interior proved far more useless than you would've liked, only fitted with a few pieces of furniture and an old wood burner, nothing that could help you evade the man just outside the door. The only thing that could even count as useful was a window on the opposite side of the building, but you didn't know whether or not such a plan would work. Surely he'd hear you the moment your feet touched snow, so how would you-?

A loud bang caused you to jump, eyes widening as you snapped your attention to its source. He had started to hit the door again, however this time with far more force; he was trying to break it down.

"Shit-" You swore under your breath, reanimating and rushing towards the window. You tugged it upwards harshly, hissing in pain as you were met with stark resistance. It was locked and, from the looks of it, the latch that kept it shut had jammed long ago. You were stuck and there was no means to escape, at least, not without some work.

"Fuck!"

The banging had increased in volume, the masked man's labored breathing audible through the cracks he had managed to produce. You were running out of time, so you did the only thing you could think of. Grabbing a nearby chair, you lifted it over your head and hit it against the glass with all of your might, yelping as the wooden object bounced off. The shock of the impact went straight to your arms, but it didn't deter you. Either you managed to break this window and slip through, or you'd die a horrible death.

You swung once, twice, thrice more until there was finally give, the old window shattering and spilling fragments down onto the snow below. You didn't waste any time the moment the window was clear, ignoring the shards that dug into your clothes and skin as you pushed yourself out the opening. You landed in the snow below unceremoniously, crying out in pain as a larger fragment dug into your side; but it wasn't enough to keep you from being able to move. No, you stood relatively quickly, your adrenaline muting your pain as you pushed yourself to your feet.

The door inside of the house would finally splinter and give, the sounds of it breaking filling you with urgency. The masked maniac would figure out your means of escape soon and if you didn’t get moving you’d lose the opportunity. A shiver ran down your spine as you once again forced yourself into motion, only pausing briefly as you looked at some of the splintered glass. A means to defend yourself wouldn’t hurt, right? Without a second though you grabbed the largest shard you could fit in your palm before taking off, holding your make-shift weapon firmly as you left behind the only structure you had seen for some time. You could tell by the distant shouting that he had figured out your plan, but by then you had already ran into the white haze; he’d only be able to follow you by your tracks now.

It at least gave you a slight advantage, but one you knew wouldn’t last if you slowed down. It didn’t matter that the cold was slowly seeping into your bones, causing your muscles to spasm perpetually. It didn’t matter that your fingers and toes were going numb, you had to keep moving. He would catch you if you stopped and you feared what he would do over the looming threat of hypothermia. At least, that was what you told yourself as you continued into the woods. 

And continue you would, running until you could no more, until you were forced to a slow trudge. The snow had not stopped falling since this entire ordeal began and the effects of it were starting to get to you. The cold had long since consumed your body- you couldn’t even feel your hands or feet anymore. Your limbs were growing tired, both from exertion and from the freezing temps stiffening your joints, but you couldn’t stop. If you stopped, he’d catch you. If you stopped, the cold would consume you. You had to keep moving, you had to-

Something would catch your foot and bring you tumbling forwards, falling onto the ground with a groan. You’d look back to see the offending object, only to realize it was a root. A tree root that was slightly jutted out of the ground, masked by the layers of fresh and fluffy snow. It was almost ironic that something so cliche would be the cause of your downfall, but as you tried to push yourself back up you found that you couldn’t . No matter how much you tried, your arms and legs would not work. They were too tired, too slow; your previous actions were starting to catch up with you at the worst possible time. This was it, surely, this was the end.

You let out a slow, shuddering breath as you screwed your eyes shut, trying to fight the urge to cry if only to prevent your eyes from potentially being frozen shut. Out of all the ways you could’ve died, alone in the snow was definitely up there for one of the worst. Maybe you should’ve let that deranged killer catch you. It was a thought that would echo in your mind as you stared off into the forest, so sure that you would see nothing amongst the bland white.

And then you saw him.

The masked man, his form barely visible, was stalking closer with the same murderous intent he had before. Your mind screamed at you to run, but you could barely even get your fingers to cooperate with you, much less your legs. You just had to wish for a different death, didn’t you? There was nothing you could do as you watched him approach, almost certain he was looking directly at you. It wasn’t until he was a few paces away did you realize he hadn’t seen you, didn’t even know you were there until he was basically right on top of you.

Your presence on the ground seemingly surprised him, as he stopped rather suddenly. Apparently, he hadn’t accounted for you to just be on the ground, helpless. You watched as the masked man remained motionless, staring at you as if to see if this was a trick. Sure, you still had the glass in your hands, but it wouldn’t do you much good in this position. At best you could piss him off, but you weren’t really sure if you wanted to do that. Finally he would move, stepping closer and finally speaking.

“You fucking fell ?” He spoke in disbelief, the annoyance dripping from his tone. You weren’t sure why, but it wasn’t as if you could ask or respond; you were just so goddamn cold . Your lack of response only served to irritate him further, as he let out a frustrated groan and kicked at your side. You winced, making a weak noise of pain, but didn’t move beyond that. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking pathetic.” The knife that he had previously brandished would hang limp in his grasp as he crouched, using the blade’s tip to poke and prod at you. Each pin-prick was barely felt, some not felt at all even when he pressed the blade into your skin, your nerves long since numbed from the temperature. Though you couldn’t see his eyes through his mask, you could tell he was watching the small droplets of blood bubble from his handiwork, almost intently observing them. Whatever was going on through his head, though, didn’t pull him away from reality long, as his head tilted up to look at you.

“You can’t feel any of this, can you.” He spoke bluntly, monotonous and disappointed at the mere prospect that you weren’t in pain. Maybe the cold was serving to your benefit after all. You nodded your head slightly to answer, earning you a noise in frustration from the other before he stood and kicked at the ground. “Mother fucker! Of course you fucking can’t. Piece of shit- you just had to run, didn’t you?” He paced momentarily in a circle as he vented his frustrations to you, a prospect you found odd but could do nothing to stop. He would eventually turn back to you, spinning on his heels and pointing his knife at you in an almost accusatory manner. “All your stupid friends died like they were supposed to, even screamed like little bitches , but you just had to run.” He once again closed the distance, standing over you before snatching you up by the collar of your shirt. You made a sound of protest, shaking hands moving to grip at the hand that grabbed you, only to find he had once again stopped. 

You tried your best to balance yourself as he had his moment, one which didn’t last very long as his other hand raised to grab your wrist. You were confused, but seemingly so was he, a fact you couldn’t wrap your head around.

“You’re cold?” He sounded dumbfounded, as if the both of you weren’t in the middle of a snowstorm. “How the fuck…” His words trailed off, staring at your wrist as if it offended him before turning his attention back to his face. It seemed whatever plans he originally had detoured, as he immediately released you back into the snow. The back of your head had barely made contact with the ground when you looked up to see him holding his knife awkwardly, the butt end of it pointed towards you rather than the blade. And immediately, did that butt end come down and collide with the side of your skull. The first hit did nothing but jar you, a cry of pain escaping you as you tried to recoil away. The masked man’s free hand moved to press against your neck, kneeling over you and squeezing your torso between his legs as he once again struck you.

Though your throat was dry and hoarse you managed to scream, a sound that was cut off abruptly as he struck you on the side of the head a third time.

And just like that, everything went dark.

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[fishyvamp]

I Will Own You

Day 4 of Kinktober 2024

Dead by Daylight Pairings: Frank and Joey | The legion X F!Reader Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+ MDNI Word count: 1.5k+ CW: Knife play, degradation, blood, threats Summary: You have intentionally pissed off two members of the legion and look at that they want their dues. Prompt: Praising and degrading | “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” Ao3

This was fuckin’ insane, Joey had thought as he pinned the newest killer to the wall, you. You had been taunting the two since they first laid eyes on you. Your cocky grin, carefree easy attitude, and constant bragging about being so much better at the trials set the two of them off in ways that they hadn’t been pushed before. It didn’t help that you had the uncanny ability to copy just about any killer's MO just by watching them, often wearing masks made to look like the killer you were copying. It pissed Joey off, but Frank… he wanted to own that, to own you.

The feeling only amplified because you were wearing a mask that looked like a patchwork of Joey’s and Frank’s right now. Letting them know you had just gotten a 4k stealing their tactics. “Like it?” you purred unphased by the decently sized man who pinned you to the wall by the collar of your hoodie.

Frank just laughed, “Fuckin hell bitch, if you wanted us, all you had to do was ask.” the smile was evident in his voice even if you couldn’t see it behind his mask. Joey just shook his head. “This isn’t funny, Frank.” malice dripped from his voice as he stared you down. Frank sighed placing a hand on the other legion’s shoulder. “Why don’t we have her pay us for using our likeness.” the words felt dangerous, but exactly what you wanted. “Happily,” you chirped a wide grin hidden underneath the mask. Joey let go letting your feet finally meet the floor. “On the couch, arms on the back, ass in the air,” Frank commanded watching you a bit too excitedly scramble to comply shaking your ass in front of them. “Good girl,” he cooed. 

“Fuckin slut more like,” Joey spat walking up first, hands tracing the curve of your ass. He wouldn’t admit it, but he had been wanting this for a while too. Frank and him having late nights over shitty beer talking about what they’d do if they ever got their hands on you. The taller legion’s hand teased the edge of your waistband pulling it down enough to expose your panties to the cold winter air of Ormond. A damp spot already forming as he traced the outline of your slit applying pressure as he brushed your clit. 

You yelped loudly as Frank came up next to him smacking your ass laughed at the way it rippled. “Just perfect,” Frank's words came out breathy as he pulled out his knife. The tip of it drags along the center of your crotch causing a hitch in your breath. Joey steps away for Frank to work eyeing his friend suspiciously. “How easy it would be to carve you up and make you nothing but a bloody mess? You walked right in and taunted us, but I know you’re a good girl aren’t you Copycat? You’ll listen to us and play nice right?” the knife trailing up your back before pressing against your throat yanking your head back by your hair. You swallowed thickly nodding your head. “Good girl,” he purred. Letting your hair go and pulling the knife away only to feel him cut a slit in your panties exposing your dripping folds.

“Like I said she’s nothing but a whore,” Joey growled taking Frank's spot behind you, his hands now bear tracing the edges of your folds applying pressure, but refusing entrance. The tall of the two was taking his time watching your twitches and whining as he moved. Growling lowly he threw off his mask, “Eyes front.” he hissed watching as you tried to look behind. 

Joey bent down tongue licking a thick strip against your heated sex feeling the enlarged clit under his tongue. His hands spreading your ass apart allowing him to go deeper sucking and lapping as he went. Frank just gave a hearty laugh as he moved to your front undoing the front of pants as he pulled out his cock. It wasn’t particularly girth, but it had length, “Be a good girl and take it all.” he cooed lifting your mask so those pretty lips of yours were exposed.

Complying easily you opened wide feeling as Frank slowly thrusted in and out, going deeper each time as if to let you kind of adjust. Joey seemingly got more aggressive as his sucking turned to gentle bites tugging at bits of flesh every so often. “You want to do that, Thing?” Frank asked pausing long enough to point at something. You couldn’t tell what, but a whine hummed against the cock now pressing down your throat as the warmth of Joey’s breath left you. Legs shaking slightly. “Don’t worry Copycat.” Frank cooed stroking your face as he began to move again. “Joey’s just getting something special.” your skin prickled as you felt a cold blade against your thigh the sharp blade cutting into your flesh as hot fluid began to drip down. 

“God, you are nothing but a slut. I cut you just a little and I see your pathetic hole clenching around nothing. No self-respect, I swear.” Joey growled shoving two fingers into you harshly pushing you hard against Frank, his cock going deeper causing you to gag and clench around the fingers that were curling and twisting as the aggressive killer began to stretch you. “You like this don’t you, having two men using you like a fuckin’ toy. I will admit you’re warmer and better than a Fleshlight. But that’s not saying much.” His words are harsh, especially against the praise that Frank kept giving. Not that you could complain as the pleasure had been slow building and nice. 

Frank was just enjoying himself. Using your throat for his pleasure, “If she’s nothing but a toy just stick in already.” he laughed a bit too loudly. His thrusts became more aggressive hitting the back of your throat over and over again. The thought already had your cunt grip Joey’s fingers more even as they stopped. You felt so empty as he pulled away, but it was only for a moment before you felt something press in, something much larger and thicker than his fingers. Large low-hanging balls smacked your clit as Joey’s cock pressed in harshly slow but sharp thrusts pushed inside you. You were whining and moaning tears staining your cheeks at the feeling of being speared on both ends felt like too much and not enough.

Frank just laughed feeling your throat tighten each time Joey thrust in the two of them enjoying themself. Their pace was in sync one pulling out as the other thrust in over and over again. It was too much your core snapping at once as you felt yourself gushing around Joey’s length a wave of ecstasy clawing its way through your system as the world around you spun the feeling of both cock thrusting in and out of you only dragging the feeling on longer.

The moment passed and you felt limp, but they weren’t done, “Fuckin’ slut, that’s all it took?” Joey scoffed as he picked up his pace not caring to maintain pace with Frank who was still lazily thrusting in and out of your throat. “You get off so fuckin’ easy don’t you, having two angry killers using this useless cunt. Drooling from both ends, I oughta tie you up and put you on display for the others. Let them know how easy you are. I’m sure they’d love that, love to see a slut so eager to put out.” he was leaning forward now hand around your throat tightening it around Frank's hard member.

“I bet some of them would love payback for you stealing from them. What better way then letting them use your Slutty little pussy.” his words came out rough and strained. Frank’s pace had picked up as well, your mind becoming mush as he continued to degrade and taunt you. “Fuck Joey, you want to tighten just a bit more,” Frank grunted pushing deeper. Joey chuckled darkly, grip becoming firm as his pace faltered just a bit. He was close and by the twitch in your mouth so was Frank. The two of them groan loudly as they finish almost in sync, filling you up as their cum shot deep inside you. The three of you collapsed as their collective climaxes faded. They pulled out softly, watching the way their cum dripped down both sets of lips.

“Good girl,” Frank cooed tucking himself back in before moving to the front of the couch. Joey pulled your pants off the rest of the way sitting down on the couch and pulling you close against his chest. Frank happily moved on top of you laying his head against your chest and playing a little bit with your tits. You finally looked down at your thigh where Joey had cut, their initials carved in the flesh angry and red. Noticing you squinting at it Frank chimed in, “I won’t apologize for having you marked up, everyone should know you’re taken.” Joey hummed in agreement. “You’re ours now, no one is allowed to touch you without our say. Now get some rest, we’re just getting started.”

[639-hear-me-out-bby]

mutual pining! joey tribianni where he just would wait for you by the hospital where you'd both make your way back to the apartment complex and he would just walk you to your doorstep. you've got yourself a job at a hospital and after your long shifts, there's always joey. he would wait for you by the hospital so he could take you out to eat.

he was leaning casually against the street lamp outside the hospital, hands stuffed into his pockets. the golden glow from the light caught the faint stubble on his jaw and softened the mischievous sparkle in his eyes. he spotted you immediately as you stepped out, fatigue etched into your features. straightening up, he grinned like he had all the time in the world.

“you’re always here, huh, joey?” you asked, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you fell into step beside him. “well... someone’s gotta make sure you get home safe,” he replied, his voice warm and teasing. “besides, what if some big-shot doctor steals you away? gotta make sure you remember who the fun guy is.”

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “i think the only thing stealing me away is sleep.”

he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, concern flickering beneath his easygoing demeanor. “then we’ll keep it quick. but first, how about some food? you’ve been working non-stop, and I know this great place that does the best late-night burgers.”

“joey…” you started, meaning to protest, but he was already guiding you toward his car, his hand just brushing the small of your back.

“no arguments,” he said firmly, though his tone was playful. “i’ll even let you steal my fries.”

[jackiesnats]

Bump in the Night

pairing: joey x reader

warnings: cnc, home invasion roleplay, fingering, verbal degradation, begging, cum-filled strapon, choking, threats of kidnapping, joey holds a knife to reader, begging, face slapping.

summary: with your girlfriend on a trip with her family, joey’s on a mission. that mission: you.

kinktober 23/24’: roleplaying & cnc

word count: 1.2k

gift credit | edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰🩵

“You remember what we talked about, yeah?” Joey asked.

You nodded. “I do. Are you asking because you’re wanting to do this tonight?”

“Yes,” Joey confirmed. “As long as you’re up for doing it tonight.”

“I’m up for it,” you said, earning a smile from Joey.

“Good, I’m glad. I’ll be back in an hour, or whenever I decide to surprise you. You remember your safewords and everything we both agreed to do with this?”

“I do, Joey,” you stated.

Joey got closer, pulling you into a hug before she grabbed her work outfit. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Joey,” you smiled, watching as your girlfriend left the room.

You took a deep breath, trying your best not to think about anything until Joey started this. It had been her idea, wanting to roleplay what she does for work with you and, at first, you weren’t too sure about it. You knew a little bit about what she did for work, but she never got too into details. All you knew was that she did things she wasn’t proud of, and that she tried to take on no more than two jobs a month, now that the two of you were together.

Joey had wanted to surprise you when she started the scene with you, but you were starting to get bored. Scrolling through Facebook and watching YouTube videos on the computer at the desk in the bedroom was what Joey wanted you to be doing when she “broke in”, but it was starting to become too boring. An hour went by, and Joey still hadn’t started the scene - you were wondering if she had decided against it tonight. Realizing it was a stupid thought - considering Joey would tell you if she was too tired or wanted to do it another night - you put it out of your mind.

You sighed, picking up your phone. Just as you unlocked it, you heard a creak, which caused you to jump a little. You took a deep breath, remembering your lines.

“Okay, (Your Name), it was just the wind,” you said, loud enough that Joey could hear you say her signal.

Suddenly, Joey - dressed in all black - came charging at you. As you stood up from the desk, you tried to dodge her, but she was too quick for you. Slamming you onto the bed, she pinned your hands behind your back quickly.

“Please,” you cried out, “P- Please don’t hurt me!”

“Shut the fuck up and do as I say, and I won’t,” she warned.

Joey pulled out rope from her back pocket and tied your hands together. You struggled, trying your best to get away from her, but you ultimately failed.

You flinched as you felt something sharp against the back of your neck, “I’m going to get up. If you move even the tiniest bit, I will fucking cut you. Do you understand?”

You nodded, wincing as she pushed the knife harder against you. “Yes! Yes, I understand!” you cried out.

“Good girl!” she praised, climbing off you.

She pulled your pants down, along with your underwear so that they were at your knees. “Fuck,” she hummed.

“Please don’t,” you begged. “My girlfriend will be home any minute.”

She brought her hand down hard against your ass, “Don’t lie to me. I’ve been watching you for weeks and your girlfriend is on a business trip. She’ll still be away for another week.”

“I- I- how?” you whimpered.

“Don’t fucking worry about it,” she snapped. “I’ll hurt you real bad if you turn to look at me, understood?”

“Y- Yes, I understand,” you whispered.

You took a deep breath, waiting for whatever was going to happen. Finally, Joey pulled your pants and underwear off you completely, throwing them to the ground before forcing your legs apart.

“Please stop,” you whimpered. “Please I can give you money, jewelry, anything you want.”

“Does your girlfriend know how much of a whore you are?” she asked, wiping off your arousal on the inside of your thigh. “You’re making such a mess and here you are begging me to stop and leave you alone.”

“I don’t want this, I want you to leave. Take whatever you want, but just… please leave,” you pleaded as she spat on her fingers.

You bit your lip as she pushed two of her fingers into you. Joey took a deep breath, “God, you’re so fucking tight… Can’t wait to stretch you out. What will your girlfriend think?”

“No, no,” you whimpered. You tried your best to wiggle out of her grip, but Joey sat on the back of your thighs to keep you in place. “Please stop.”

“You said I can take whatever and then leave,” Joey laughed. “So I’m going to take you and then I’ll leave. I’ll do what you said you wanted.”

You cried as she curled her fingers, fucking you through your first orgasm. Joey pulled her fingers out before getting off you. “Keep your eyes closed,” she said as she pulled her pants down, not wearing any underwear. You were confused, until Joey flipped you onto your back, forcing your legs open.

“You’re going to take my cock now,” Joey informed you, slapping the toy against your clit. “Tell me you want it.”

“N- No, I don’t want it-“ you began, but Joey slapped you across the face before slamming into you. You cried out, earning another slap.

“If you don’t want it, then why are you so fucking wet?” Joey questioned, a smirk plastered on her face.

You looked away from her until she grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to look at her. “Maybe I should tie you up and take you with me, be my fucktoy whenever I want.”

You shook your head, “No-“

Joey reached down to play with your clit, “Such a fucking whore, maybe we should call your girlfriend and show her who you really are when she’s away.”

You bit your lip and Joey let go of your neck. “Oh you’re close, huh? You’re going to come while a stranger's cock is in this cunt of yours?”

You nodded, finally giving in. “Good because I’m going to come with you.”

You were confused, deciding to let it go as you were sent over the edge. Suddenly Joey released the fake cum inside of you.

“That’s a good girl,” Joey grunted, fucking you through your orgasm. “You’re mine now, baby.”

When Joey pulled out of you, she pushed the fake cum back into your pussy.

“You okay?” Joey asked, her voice soft.

She wiped her fingers on the bed sheet before handing you the cup of water that was on her bedside table. “Drink some water. Did you have fun?” she asked. You nodded, taking a big sip of the water.

“I did,” you smirked. “I didn’t expect to come that quick, so I’m sorry if I ruined anything.”

“Baby,” Joey said, taking the cup of water from you. She sat it back down on the bedside table before turning to you. “You didn’t ruin anything, I was just planning on making sure you came.”

You smiled. “Can we do this again soon?”

Joey’s smile grew wider. “Absolutely we can.”

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