#Joey x reader

[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)

[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..."

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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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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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[jackiesnats]

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.

[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.

[butterbabyflapjack]

WIP w e d n e s d a y

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

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Frank and Joey play with their food.

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[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 :)

[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

[whousestypewriters]

| ⁞ joey lynch ⭑.ᐟ

key: ಇ fluff | ⟡ angst | ✰ suggestive

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ಇ ⟡i'm here

ಇ its you and me, baby

[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.”

[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.”

[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: