#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

[airbendertendou]

safety [of a killer’s arms]

gender neutral reader. no killer in mind so they/them pronouns used. killer is bigger / taller than reader [bc they're a lil monstorous it makes sense in my mind]

synopsis : an unnamed survivor [he/him] makes you feel sour - for lack of better words. one trial, you find yourself running to the murderer instead of away.

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

he always made you uncomfortable. sliding up beside you at the campfire ; his hands lingering when he patched you up ; sly nicknames that made your skin crawl. with a gulp, you flinch as the generator you’re working on finished, lighting up the spot you were hiding at.

taking in a deep breath, you stand and slowly observe your surroundings. the lack of a heartbeat and chilling feeling of being watched was absent — you were safe for now. you tread along carefully, eyes peeled for any sudden movements.

“[name],” the hairs on your arms prickle just at the sound of his voice. you don’t turn — you only continue moving forward. “we’ll be safer together. come stand with me.”

you ignore him. lips parted, your breathing struggles to steady as panic starts to build up. you can hear his feet shuffle behind you ; he’s starting to speed up to catch you. “[name], come on! it’s only us now.”

it sounds like a threat. his tone is reassuring, words light and airy, but it still feels like threat. it’s only the two of you ; no one else around. you gulp again, speeding up just a little more. he lets out what sounds like a laugh, “are we playing a little cat and mouse game?”

“go find another gen,” you call out over your shoulder. you quicken your pace a bit more, “we can still win this.”

“i did win, [name].” he lets out another laugh — it sounds menacing ; dark. everything a survivor shouldn’t be. “i’ve got you, all to my self.”

your heartbeat picks up, pounding in your ears. on the edge of a sprint now, you can see the killer of this trial in the distance. you speed up more, ignoring the muffled curse behind you as you barrel straight into their arms.

a vice grip is around their torso. arms around their waist, you bury your head into their neck as your breath leaves in panicked pants. “jus’ kill me,” you whimper out. “please.”

their hands are raised above them, weapon still poised from when they prepared to swing it at you. curiously, their eyes fly to where you came from ; to where your fellow survivor had now made himself known.

“[name],” you whimper at the sound of his voice. his eyebrows furrow, playful smile falling from his face and growing stern. “let them go. now.”

“he won’t leave me alone.” you whisper it into their chest as you burrow further into them. “watching me. waiting for me. touching me. i— he won’t leave me alone.”

their hands had fallen to your hips now, peeling you away from their torso. you whimper again but relax when they pull you behind them. just what had this man done — what had he made you feel — that was so bad you looked to a murderer for comfort? for safety?

he lets out a huff, taking a step closer. you mold yourself into their back in retaliation. “[name], come on. we have to win this game. jus’ you an’ me now.”

you want to scream at him. want to cry and yell and hit him until he stops talking ; until he stops eyeing you so desperately and hungrily. phantom fingers dance on your thighs, reminding you of the hidden touches he’d take from you ; careful whispers echo in your ears of the things he’d do to you once you were alone.

you couldn’t go with him ; refused to.

the killer of the trial made a show of raising their weapon again before they flung it toward him, hitting him directly in the chest. with a small oof!, he falls to the floor before struggling to get back up. as he limps away, he glares at you and it feels more sinister than the heart beating in your ears.

“safe.” it’s a promise. your killer pats your shoulders as gently as they can, moving you so that you’re a little more hidden. they crouch so that your eyes look into theirs, “safe.”

stay here, and you’ll stay safe. i’ll take care of him while i’m gone.

the breath of relief you let out is immediate. and it’s so stupid — how secure you do feel with someone who’s life revolves around murder. but, compared to the creeping touches and lingering gazes of your fellow survivor, they are a safe haven.

they come back after a scream of terror hits the area you’re in, drenched in blood and almost skipping with joy. gently, your hand is looped into theirs as they tug you along the map.

“home,” they say. “take you home.”

and so you’re lead to the hatch, lowered into it because your legs are too shaky to handle your own weight. before you fall, your fingers grip onto the edge of it and you peer up at the killer once more. your lower lip trembles, “thank you. i can’t say it enough — thank you.”

every trial with them after that feels gooey — warm — as you’re always saved for last and treated less harshly than the others. he never looks at you again ; instead he shakes in fear at the thought of you and the giant bodyguard you’d acquired.

lingering gazes come from outside of the campfire now — but they make you feel protected and watched over ; safe. they always manage to make you feel safe.

idk where this came from so don't even ask hehe <<33 tagging it w killers i thinlk would act like this but you can always add your fave <3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[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.

[l0sercat]

Hey there, could i ask ghostface, wesker, joey and deathslinger when a survivor constatly gets sandbagged and bodyblocked by other survivorw, and do the puppy eyes to see if they spare them?

I love this ask sm <3

Killers when you do puppy eyes at them

Ghostface

You were getting chased and doing good only 2gens remained

You were hit and bleeding bad but you were still hanging in there

You headed to the shack

YunJin pops outta no where and slams the pallet down on your head

You fell back and groaned, clutching your head

Ghostface stood behind you

He was agitated that YunJin did that fucking ruining the chase

He looked down to see you looking at him with puppy eyes

Instant boner

The way you were on your knees with big teary eyes and lip trembling

He took pity on you and destroyed the pallet and let you free

He killed YunJin and then came after you and then fucked you

Wesker

He was chasing down the halls of RPD

You are doing good dodging him

You tried to vault a window but YunJin who was working on a gen close by vaulted it in front of you

She was uninjured and you were so she fucked you over

Wesker stood right behind you

He just stared down YunJin

The fucking bitch wasn't even getting chased or even an interest to him

You turned around and looked up at him with wide puppy eyes

He softened a bit and took pity (he loves you <3)

He went after her and slammed her against many walls and then hooked her

Joey

You were constantly sandbagged by Meg everytime you were in a match with her

You don't know why, but she just did not like you

Joey has seen this and felt bad

Especially when you made puppy eyes at him when it happens

He always took pity on you (lil softie)

Although he tries to kill Meg, sometimes she wastes him time and he's not able to

But it's the thought that counts <3

DeathSlinger

You were avoiding his gun and doing good

You went to turn into a building to avoid it

But Meg ran in front of you and blocked the entry way

You tried to push her but it was too late

You screamed when his gun hit you and pulled you back

DeathSlinger saw what happened and it irked him

He looked at you who looked at him with big wide eyes

He sighed and let you go

He then went after Meg

[domripley]

Joey Nsfw Alphabet

pairing: joey (abigail 2024) x reader

warnings: mentions cnc, mentions piss kink, mentions cuckolding. also mentions joey x rickles and sammy x joey

edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Joey will make sure you drink water during sex and after it is no exception. She’ll massage your back once you’ve peed, and afterwards she’ll pick out pajamas for you to sleep in. If you need something to eat, she’ll make you something easy, not wanting to be too loud at night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Joey’s favorite body part on herself has to be both her fingers and thighs. She loves her fingers because of how good they make you feel. Her fingers are long and thin and she loves watching them slide in and out of you.

Joey loves her thighs because of how she’s made them look with her workout routine. She is proud of the progress she’s made with them, but she also enjoys making you ride her thighs (as well as making you clean the mess you’ve made with your tongue.)

On you, Joey loves your tongue. On her pussy, all over her body, she never hesitates to tell you that she wants you to make her come with it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Joey loves cum.

She loves coming on your face, licking it off you after she pulls away from you. Joey loves when you come on her face, fingers, and any toys she decides to use on you. She loves telling you how pretty you look when you come.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Joey loves the idea of sharing you with either Sammy or Rickles (or both). She wants to watch others make you feel good, and it gets her going, imagining them making you come.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Joey is very experienced in a lot of things. She knows what she’s doing and you’re in very good hands.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) She doesn’t have a favorite because she loves almost all the positions that are comfortable. Her go-to position would have to be cowgirl; she loves watching you ride her. Another position she also loves is fucking you while you’re both on your sides, especially when she’s fucking your ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) When doing a scene that calls for her to be serious, she’s serious. Other than that, she doesn’t mind laughing and joking with you while she’s fucking you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Joey doesn’t shave and she has never found the need to even trim. She also really loves body hair on other people.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) When it’s much softer sex, she takes her time making sure to make you feel good and come over and over again until you can’t anymore.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Joey masturbates at least twice a day when she’s away from you. When she’s with you, though, she doesn’t need to; Joey can and will fuck you multiple times a day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Oh, Joey has so many kinks, but her main ones are: CNC, Puppy Play, Anal Only, Piss, Cuckolding, and Voyeurism.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Joey will only fuck you in her bedroom at night. She doesn’t want her son, Caleb, walking in. When he’s not home during the day, she’ll fuck you in the living room and the bathroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You are her motivation. All she has to do is think about how pretty you look when you’re begging her to let you come and she’s turned on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) She will not sub or bottom for anyone. Joey will also not do anything you’re uncomfortable with, even if it’s one of her main kinks. She respects your boundaries and always wants you to feel safe and comfortable with her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Oh, Joey is so good at giving - and she prefers it. If you’re nervous, she’ll reassure you that you’re okay and that you’re safe. She genuinely enjoys giving for her own pleasure, but she will never say no to receiving. She especially loves to sit on your face when she’s domming you, edging you often while she does it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Joey is mostly fast and rough with her pace when fucking you, but sometimes she loves to switch things up and be soft with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Although she does do quickies with you, she isn’t a big fan of them. Joey would rather take her time with you and she hates feeling rushed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Joey is always down to try new things, especially if it’s things you’ve never done before.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) During the day when the two of you are alone in her house, your rounds can last up to an hour or two (with both water and bathroom breaks). The two of you sometimes go two or three rounds throughout the day. But at night, Joey and you usually only go one round that lasts from thirty minutes to an hour.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Joey has a collection of toys. Everything from buttplugs to dildos to vibrators. She also has handcuffs and rope for when she wants to tie you up - along with a few rolls of bondage tape, but she’s not the biggest fan of it. During a CNC scene, she prefers to use duct tape if you’re okay with it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Joey loves to tease you and although she has a hard time keeping her hands off you, she can go hours without touching you if it means she’s able to tease you. She loves how needy you get when she’s been teasing you all day.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Joey isn’t loud at all when she’s fucking you except for breathing heavy. She’ll degrade you and praise you while she’s fucking you. When you’re eating her out, she does get loud, often having to cover her own mouth as you make her come at night. During the day, she doesn’t care how loud she’s being.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Joey has thought about fucking you when you’re being a brat. She occasionally fucks Sammy and Rickles and she’s sure that either of them would be down to help her with this idea.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) She’ll sometimes pack when you’re on a mission with her just so she can fuck you quickly in a different room.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Joey’s sex drive is so high, it sometimes surprises you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Once she’s fed you and has helped you clean yourself up, she’s up for a bit before falling asleep. Joey is usually up preparing for tomorrow: making Caleb’s lunch for school the next day, putting his clothes out for him, and kissing him goodnight before climbing back into bed with you. She wants to make sure you’re completely okay before falling asleep.

[butterbabyflapjack]

WIP w e d n e s d a y

Thanks for the tag @gaeadene! 💖💕 I've got something filthy cooking~

ʜᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ (ᴊᴏᴇʏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ)

Frank and Joey play with their food.

tagging: @athanasius-symposium-of-writings @shintin @l0sercat @vaya-mernda @guilty-pleasure-writings @languidcryptid @chromeedwardian @flaggermuser @possumteeths @brimbrimbrimbrim @apraxvalith @whimsyvixen

[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.

[your-goth-sis]

hiii, can I request separate Wesker, Carmina, Pyramidhead and either Frank or Joey with a survivor gf that is kinda like a stalker? Like in trial they'd be mid chase with another survivor and they would see the reader just standing there menacingly watching them. And even outside of trials they would see her behind a tree alwaya following them but they'd be too creeped out to acknowledge she's there? Plus if she has fantasy colored hair that really stands out and she even has a camera that she came into the fog with

sending kisses!! ilyy 💕💕

*kisses received*

Albert Wesker

Tbh he's kinda into it but creeped out at the same time.

He was in chase with your friend when he suddenly felt eyes burning into him.

He stopped chase with the survivor and turns around slowly, seeing you behind the tree.

He sighed "Dearheart, what has gotten into you?"

You'd smile creepily and told your head "it's fun to watch you, Albert *giggle*"

He'd get the chills and think you're more fit to be a killer than him.

Outside the trails, he'd tease you

"How's my little stalker doing?"

Carmina

Oof

She's not into it

She is severely creeped out but still loves you :3

She was in chase and noticed you behind a tree, with your brightly colored hair, smiling creepily and taking pictures.

She sighed and calmly walked over to you, asking to cut it out.

"B-But you're so beautiful I want pictures of you on my wall *giggles*"

When she morried a survivor, you took pictures of it and gave it to her once the trail was over.

"A gift!"

Pyramidhead

Oh boy oh boy.

He saw your colored hair from a mile away.

PUNISHMENT

Bro's a parasite that punishes, so he's obviously going to punish you for being an absolute creep XD

He was in chase but when he noticed you, he immediately went your way and caged you.

He is slightly sadistic (from what I heard about him) so when he punishes you, he will take his time.

If you still stalk him outside trails, he'd chase you away.

Frank Morrison

"What are you doing?"

"Taking pictures, duh" you said emotionlessly

Honestly find it hot but if you do it too much, he'd get annoyed

"Okay it's not funny anymore, cut it out!"

You smile creepily and giggled "oh yeah? This is a hobby of mine"

They say that the crazy ones are the best in bed, right? Because that's exactly what he believes

Joey

Poor baby

He's scared for his life

Y'all were outside trail and he excused himself from his friendgroup when he saw you stalking them from behind a tree

"Babe, what are you doing?"

You show him the pictures "isn't it amazing?"

He's so creeped out lmao but he still loves you to bits

He'd smile and wrap his arms around you "I love you too my little stalker

[bobbin-buckley]

Abigail

-Fem!Reader

-wlw

-Smut

-Fluff

-Angst

-G!P (Only if requested)

Keys: ❤️Fluff, 🖤Angst, ❤️‍🩹Fluff&Angst, ❤️‍🔥Smut

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(Basically only Joey and Sammy lmao, but I can do poly if wanted or platonic)

Joey:

Sammy:

Poly:

[whousestypewriters]

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Joey Headcanons

Movie: Don't Tell a Soul Taglist: N/a

He's timid and shy, meaning he would never even dream of approaching you. I mean, he would, but he could never

So, when you approach him, he's taken aback

He probably thought you came to mock or physically assault him, but was surprised when you asked if he was okay after seeing the way his brother treated him

He takes a really quick and possibly toxic liking to you. Not many people are nice to him, so he really likes when you are

He introduces you to the man in the hole and you were pretty on guard about it

"Uh- Joey, who is that?"

"He's my friend-"

You grab Joey's arm and pull him aside, "I know you may not..." You click your tongue, "have a lot of friends, but that guy is bad."

He looks at you curiously, tilting his head, "What?"

"That guy gives me... Well, bad vibes."

"Bad vibes?"

"Yeah. There's something... off about him."

He wants to help the guy in the hole, but he also wants you to stay his friend and he would 10000% choose a girl over some guy in a hole

His brother, Matt, bullies you, because you're friends with his brother

Joey really looks up to you, but a part of him feels like you're to good for him. Also, he finds it kinda of hot when you stand up to Matt and protect him

He's stuck to you like a leech and it really pisses Matt off

Nothing he [Matt] does seems to get you and Joey to seperate

Everything changed one day when Matt pushed you hard against the concrete

Something in Joey snapped and he pushed his brother and started punching him

By the time you got Joey off Matt, Matt's face was all fucked up

Everyone was taken by surprise, because Joey is so sweet, nice, timid, and not a fighter. Matt is also taken a back, but it kind of pisses him off more, but he backs off for a while

Joey turns to you, grabbing your arms, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'm fine."

"Good. I'd hate for something bad to happen to you"

[vikkirosko]

🗻 Legion x Reader headcanons 🔪

🗻 Frank Morrison x Reader 🔪

When you were a kid, you lived in Calgary and you were friends with a neighbor boy whose name was Frank. You knew that there were problems in his family, so you often spent time in your apartment. You talked a lot and sometimes he even spent the night with you. Your parents didn't know about it because he always managed to hide from them. You couldn't say goodbye to him when he was taken away and you didn't know exactly where he was supposed to live now, but even years later you didn't forget about him

You were fifteen when you moved to Ormond with your parents. For the first few years your life there was completely normal, but everything changed when one day you saw a guy about the same age as you on the street. Your eyes met and you froze. You'd recognize those eyes anywhere. It was Frank. He's changed a lot since the last time you saw him, but you've grown up too. However, he recognized you too. Frank was genuinely glad to see you after all these years and he didn't want to part with you again

You began to spend a lot of time together. You knew he was talking to guys who were younger than him, but it didn't bother you. You spent a lot of time together again, but now there was flirting in your communication. You liked each other and started dating pretty quickly. He was the one who hugged you and kissed you regardless of where you were and who saw you. He didn't hide your relationship from his friends and even your parents couldn't stop you from being together

When Frank asked you to spend time with him and his friends at the lodge by the mountain, you agreed. You were a little late, but when you arrived, you didn't find Frank or his friends. You only found the dead body of a man. You were worried about Frank and wanted to start looking for him. You didn't even notice how the thick fog began to creep up on you. You didn't know where Frank was and didn't even suspect that you would meet him very soon

📼 Julie Kostenko x Reader 🔪

You and Julie have known each other for several years. Initially, you started communicating at school and at first you were just friends, until Julie began to have romantic feelings for you. She wasn't going to wait for your initiative and was the first to ask you out. She was the one who suggested you to date. You couldn't resist her pressure, but you were totally okay with dating her

You went to parties together, listened to music together and when she met Frank, you spent time with their company. You saw that Frank was interested in Julie, but you weren't going to let him take her away from you. Frank retreated, not intending to compete with you, even though he had such a desire. However, he wasn't going to ruin your relationship

You knew that Julie became involved in the adventures that Frank arranged. You were worried about her and only because of that did you also agree to take part in them when Frank proposed to you. You didn't want your girlfriend to get into trouble. You didn't care that you were breaking the law. If Julie was safe, then everything was fine

You saw how her hand didn't waver when she killed a man, but you weren't afraid to take the knife when she handed it to you. The five of you were bound in blood and now you had no way back. When you and Julie saw the strange fog, you felt her take your hand. You squeezed her hand a little, showing that you were there and that she had nothing to worry about. As long as you were together, you could handle anything

🎧 Susie Lavoie x Reader 🔪

You and Susie have been dating for several years. Some thought you were the perfect couple and some were waiting for you to break up, but it never happened. Susie genuinely loved you and even Julie's rare jokes could not spoil her mood when she was going to go on a date with you

When she told you about a strange guy named Frank, you felt uneasy. You weren't sure that talking to him could end well for Susie and your friends, which is why you tried to be with her every time they spent time with Frank. He was not against it, saying every time that the more of you the merrier, but your fears were confirmed when he began to drag you into not the most legitimate adventures

You protected Susie from possible dangers. You didn't really care that you yourself could be in danger, but you couldn't let your beloved girl get hurt. You took on all the hardships protecting Susie. Sometimes your friends joked about it, but you didn't care as long as you remained a knight in shining armor for Susie

You were with her when the five of you killed a man. You were clutching a knife together. You were ready to share with her all the difficulties that you had to go through. Then you didn't notice the strange fog that began to approach you. You didn't know yet that you were going to spend a lot of time together

💀 Joey x Reader 🔪

When you and Joey met, your communication did not start in the best way. You often argued and swore, even though you spent time in the same company. You had mutual friends, you studied together, but you always found reasons to quarrel. Julie often joked that you need to finally start dating and not beat around the bush. She was just teasing you, so when you really started dating she was surprised

There was a lot of passion in your relationship. You often quarreled and quickly reconciled, even when it seemed to others that you would break up after all. Sometimes you had moments of tenderness, but they didn't happen very often. However, Joey's feelings for you were sincere and he tried to show them to you. He took care of you and protected you even if you were in dangerous situations together

He felt annoyed when Frank convinced you to join them. Joey didn't want you to have serious problems, but he couldn't talk you out of it either. You were determined. You weren't afraid to be in danger and Joey tried to be there to make sure you were really safe. Sometimes you quarreled with him because of this, but you always quickly reconciled because neither you nor he wanted to part

When the five of you were tied up in blood, Joey understood that you were going to spend a lot of time together. He didn't know if you had plans for the future, but he knew that there was no point in them now. However, neither you nor he even guessed that the fog approaching you could make it so that you would spend much longer together than you could imagine

[1-800-cr33py]

Choices Choices

Okay, so I’ve written up a list of my future works after I finish up the How I Think They Love series, but I’d like to leave the choice of the next mini series up to my audience! So far I’ve outlined a Billy Loomis x reader smut series with some angst sprinkled in,

Legion/Reader (specifically Frank+Joey) smutfic

Bimbo!Crybaby!/Jake Park (again smut TvT)

Dark! Dbd/Reader Series.

Jake Park/Killer!Reader

Trapper/Reader

Hobo Heart/Reader Smutfic

[l0sercat]

how does ghostface, frank, trickster, and joey react to a survivor with a voice like corpse husband?

3 followers away from 200!!! Lemme know if I should do something special for it!!!

Killers react to survivor who has a voice like Corpse

Ghostface

He has seen you from afar but when he heard your voice he was shocked

And it went to his dick

Man was hard asf

Also like how the fuck is your voice that deep

He loves to hear your voice

Frank

Jealous

He wants your voice

How come you get blessed

Pouts

Secretly loves to listen to your voice

Trickster

Such a lovely voice 😍❤️❤️❤️

*hisoka moan* he licks his lips

He can't wait to make you (s)cream :))))

If only he could put your voice int one of his songs :'(

Joey

Woah

Completely taken aback

How is it that deep

Very curious (and intimidated)