#sammy lawrence x reader

[magicalbunbun]

The old artist

[lordvikdreemurr]

Sammy Lawrence x Reader

smut<3

fem!reader btw!! Sammy is dom!

Sammy has been so needy all those years, deprived of any kind of touch and he recognize his favorite girl in the old workshop MEOOWW<3

(we don't have enough batim x reader💪 uh first time writing smut like that yk GRRR, lemme know if its good?)

You worked in this workshop a long time ago. Joey Drew Studios.

After everything had closed you decided to return there for the nostalgia and good memories spent working in this place you cherished so much. But when you stepped in here you heard the door close behind you and immediately panicked when it didn't open.

"What the fuck?..." You mumbled under your breath.

You looked behind you, it wasn't really welcoming anymore, you hesitantly started walking in. Ink dripping down the walls, the floor beneath you squeaked, you had an uneasy feeling.

You began to revisit the place, recognizing every part of the studio.

"AH!"

You went back into a corridor, a cardboard cutout of Bendy was placed there. In front of you. Although it was not here the first time you walked here. You stared at it as you walked past him. You turned your head and your eyes widened, a sort of...Boris, dead. Not just dead, His whole stomach...we could see his bones and you were disgusted, you had to leave.

You hurried your steps, you had to find items for this stupid ink machine. After gathering everything you went back to check on the machine but...... Was the door barricaded now?...

You approached it slowly.

You let out a scream as a creature appeared behind the boards, you gasped and didn't even have time to look at him that you were running for you life, ink was everywhere now, It drowned your feet, what the hell was happening. Didn't have time to think.

You made your way back to where you came from, the door. It was open. But before you could get to it the floor under you broke and you falled.

Ink splashed, it was really annoying. You got up and sighed, how long until this adventure would be done ? You frowned.

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This place had become very big, you kept your axe in your hands as you continued on your way, you arrived in front of a inky path and stepped in it as you started making your way to the end of it you spotted someone passing by, holding a cardboard cutout of bendy under his arm, you could see his whole body was covered in ink. "Excuse me!? Hey! Can you help me?!"

You tried to get faster there and when you tried to see from where he left he wasn't there. Just a Bendy, again. Against a wall with a pentagram. You groaned and hit the bendy cutout with your axe. "Ugh! Seriously?!"

Later you arrived to the music department, after getting rid of monsters you approached a tape and made it work. You heard a familiar voice, and you knew who it was anyways. Sammy. It felt like forever, his voice was always relaxing and calm. Once was a time you were in love with him. You loved him so much, a small smile appeared on your lips as you brought back the memories, you had to get going though, so you walked away from it, holding tightly the axe.

You walked, you were starting to become familiar with the place again, even after the whole monster things and demon weird shit going on there. You turned around feeling a presence behind you, just to make s—

...

What the fuck. The man you saw earlier stayed still as he kept his shovel up in the air, was he going to fucking hit you and you caught him red handed?? Oh that was an awkward situation to be in... He silently stayed still before he grabbed your axe with a hand and pulled on it, getting you closer to him. You gasped as he got it out your hands and he threw it behind him. He then pushed you down on the floor, falling on your butt, you looked up at him as he got on his knees on top of you, you couldn't see his face behind that fucking mask, he grabbed your throat with his cold and inky hand and pushed you down to lay on the hard wooden floor on your back. "Urgh!" "Shh..Stay still."

This voice. "..Wha..." You stared at him for what seemed like an eternity before finally saying something. "Sammy?.." You could tell he got caught off guard. He rapproched his masked face close to yours, like he was analysing you. "....Y/N?" He said your name quietly. "I didn't expect to see you. How cute it is from you to come down there and visit me, my dear Y/N."

He placed down the shovel next to him and completely sat down on you, he leaned down. You frowned, annoyed. "What the hell happened here? And you..You.." "I know. Isn't it a beautiful place. Kept by our lord. And this body. What do you think happened my dear ?" You grabbed his wrist with your hands, it wasn't very comfortable having him grab your throat that roughly. "I've been rotting here for 30 years. I became something else." "Urgh..I saw that. God, Sammy..I missed you but can you remove your hand? Need to breath a lil y'know.." You weren't even going to question why he wanted to knock you out 5 minutes ago, you were even lucky you were still alive. He removed his hand and placed it on your cheek instead, you were a little bit surprised by the move. He brought his other hand up to his mask and raised it slightly up his mouth. You raised an eyebrow, confused before he placed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately. You didn't immediately kiss him back, still processing, your cheeks heated up. He breathed heavily, kissing you a bit more roughly and pushing his tongue in your mouth, getting a soft moan out of your lips, he loved this sound. He brought his hand down your waist, slipping it under your shirt to grab your breast and massage it slowly, he pulled away, you both catched your breath. He smirked slightly, enjoying your vulnerability as he sat still on you. "You really are a blessing from him, he blessed me with your divine presence, my love."

You quickly looked away, nervous. Everything was going a bit too fast for you to clearly understand what the fuck was going on. You hadn't seen him for 30 YEARS.

He stopped massaging your breast, bringing down his hand to your pants, he removed them quickly out of the way and looked down at your panties. You blushed heavily, he removed it too and lowered his suspenders, he lowered his overalls until he revealed his lenght, your lips parted slightly and looked up at him. "Are you sure about this? Right here?..." You asked quietly, unsure. He licked his lips, looking down at you, he placed himself between your legs. With a small smirk he grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his hips. "C'mere."

You felt the tip of his hardened cock at your entrance before he pushed himself in you, earning a loud moan from you, you swear you heard him chuckle as you covered your mouth with your hand. "Oh no my dear, let those pretty sounds be heard. Its the most beautiful melody to my ears.." You gulped, hesitant. "What if someone hear us!?" You asked, worried about this whole thing. "Shh.. Don't worry, dearest. Now let me.." He started moving slowly in you, moving his hips. You whimpered softly, your cheeks red. Sammy was enjoying this as much as you, he grunted softly as he started speeding up, gripping your thighs. God, he haven't had pussy in years, but here you were, you were his.

He felt your walls clenching around his cock as he pounded in you and he lived for it, your reactions were so cute. He was panting looking into your eyes as he wanted to watch your every reactions.

He wanted to feel, mark, and own you, you were his to have and he was going to fuck you so hard the only word you would remember would be— "Sammy! Hh..!~" You moaned out his name, arching your back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He breathed heavily and leaned down, starting kissing you roughly, your muffled moans against his lips.

Skin slapping against skin. It almost echoed in the corridor.

You were surprised no one walked in here seeing you two fuck like animals. "Oh my love..I—..Ff..uuck..." He came inside you without warning and your orgasm didn't take long to come right after, cum dripping down your soaked hole. He pulled away from you and looked down at his art work, you grabbed his shoulders and pulled his body back against yours. "Huh?" "I love you, Sammy..." You breathed out, still panting. He smiled softly at you and placed a small kiss on your lips. "I love you too, dearest."

[psychopathseraphim]

sammy lawrence x selfharmer!reader

tw: extreme anger from sammy's end, self-inflicted harm, forceful revealing of scars

as sammy lawrence's assistant director, you really only have one job (because sammy tends to do everything on his own); to check on how the music plays alongside the film. during your first few days as an intern, you had some issues with syncing the music, but now that it's been a few months or so, this task has come naturally to you.

one day, however, tension within the studio was high, mainly because a short was destined to come out tomorrow (anytime tomorrow) and the music department was rushing to create songs for it. not to have a complex but you were extremely certain that it was only you and sammy that deserved a place in the credits, with how the other interns (including jack fain) failed to cooperate and contribute.

sammy was extremely on-edge that same evening, especially due to the sleep-deprivation catching up to him. desperately he wrote scores and edited notes to be performed and recorded by you both; you were somewhat afraid due to your knowledge about certain instruments being short and cut-off. you didn't want to press the man, especially not tonight.

however, after submitting a scene you synchronized the music to, sammy found out about a certain error- a song for an extremely crucial part was mixed up with another song. . . this angered sammy extremely, especially because he didn't necessarily have extra time on his hands to tweak it. feeling like his trust in you was misplaced, he called you over.

"(y/n), look at this. haven't we talked multiple times about this song being for this scene?!" his voice started to get louder as his anger continued to rise. "you have ONE thing to do, (y/n)! you're in the luckier end of the rope- try being in my shoes! if I were you, I wouldn't make a single mistake!"

somewhat scared, you grab onto the hem of your shirt and look down. nervously, you try to reason with him: "I-I'm sorry, there must have been an error in the syst-"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANY ERRORS IN THE SYSTEM! who else is behind the system if not you?! God, you interns are useless." he spat back, his voice booming and echoing throughout the whole studio, probably letting other late-staying employees know that you were being yelled at. before you knew it, your eyes were glassy and filled with tears, and crying in front of your boss would be embarrassing. turning around and gathering the work you made a mistake on, you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

self-harm was something you found comfort in, sad to say. you always kept a blade inside a mini-notepad you'd stuff inside your pocket; it yearned to be used when sammy was screaming at you. sitting inside of a bathroom stall, you sink to the ground, roll down your sleeves, and prepare your arms.

your arms were already littered with scars; old, new. . . it didn't matter because no one noticed. you weren't a little kid anymore, having your parents check your wrists to see if you were still doing the "bad thing". you were an adult and did whatever you want. . . so here you were, doing just that.

you idolized sammy, and being the cause of his frustration-

one cut.

how could you? as his assistant, you're supposed to help him-

two cuts.

not anger him. not make his stress worse-

three cuts.

by then, your wrists were dripping with blood that you made sure couldn't touch your sleeves. you wash your wrists, your blade, and exit the bathroom almost like nothing ever happened.

you were stressed, too, and you didn't need sammy to know about how you got rid of it. he'd find you weird and tell joey and the others about you. you could lose your job and get send to a hospital or a clinic. sammy could laugh at you; all up in your face, and send you off to find a better intern.

you didn't want to think of sammy like that, but you knew he acted exactly like that.

as you entered the music department office, you noticed that sammy didn't even lift his head to check on who entered. he's probably extremely annoyed of me, you come to think as you take your seat. for the next few moments, work goes on an usual, before sammy lifts his head to look at something in a shelf above you.

"(y/n)," he said, stern, but definitely calmer than the last time he spoke to you, "see that book up there? music theory is its name. get it for me now."

with no answer on your behalf, you stand up and reach for it. although you do grab it, your sleeve rides up and for a second, your raw, red-tinted scars are revealed to your boss, who has been staring at you this entire time.

trying to brush it off while praying to God he didn't see your scars, you hand him the book with your sleeve being held tightly by your fingers. some blood presses on your sleeve for a bit.

"here, sir," you said.

"... (y/n)- what was that?" he asked, his tone agitated once more which gave you a sense of fear once more.

"what was what, sir-"

"no, don't try to play it off like that, I'm being serious-" he grabs your wrists and forcefully pulls your sleeve back. with a gasp, you cover your scars on your wrist with your other hand. sammy, however, easily pulls it off to reveal scars and new cuts.

"(y/n)." he says angrily, "what the fuck is this?"

"I..." you're brought to tears once again with his tone of voice and the sense of fear you feel within you. please don't yell at me, or tell on me. I'm not weird, I promise, you think as if he could hear you. "I just... they're old..."

he inspects your new cuts and shakes his head with furrowed brows. "these are not old, (y/n). stop lying. tell me now- why would you do this?"

"the pressure, sir." you managed to say, praying to God sammy won't ridicule you or compare your stresses to his. "I didn't want to be the main cause of your frustrations. it's not as bad as it seems, I don't do that religiously... it's just a way to get rid of stress."

it's quiet for a bit, before sammy sighs, gets up off his chair, and walks off. he comes back shortly after holding a first aid kit, sits down, and grasps your wrist...gently, this time. he opens the first aid kit, grabs for a cotton ball coated with betadine, and places it on your cuts.

you wince first, expecting it to sting (as usual, whenever you'd cut yourself). sammy lets out a chuckle at this- "it's betadine, (y/n). it's not supposed to sting."

"oh. right." is all you utter out.

it's silence once more, and sammy breaks this once more- "(y/n), I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier- I really hope these cuts aren't as bad as you make it, though. I was irritated, that's all. I'm sorry." he continues on, "you're not useless- you're far from that. you're a good intern, and a better assistant."

these words make your heart flutter. perhaps there was more to idolizing sammy lawrence than you knew- than it was platonic. perhaps there was a bit of romance in it; something you'd never admit to him- ever.

the night ends with this, and you return home with treated cuts and a much better feeling within you.

the next day is the premiere of the newest bendy episode- that stupid dancing demon, the cause of all your stress. all of the staff members watch intensely; sammy watches for any musical errors, joey watches for any animation errors- that kind of thing.

fortunately, the episode ends without any errors spoken by the heads, and all of the staff members rejoice. two interns in the far back high-five, and joey returns to his office with a more relieved and happy expression on his face.

once everyone leaves for food and wine, sammy approaches you.

"(y/n), good job." he says with a rare smile on his mouth. "I knew you could do it. how are your cuts?"

"they're fine, sir." you respond. they were fine- alongside that, so were you.

[bloody-peach]

Initiation (BATIM smut: Sammy Lawrence x F!Reader fanfic)

Goodie Bag: vaginal sex, oral sex (m + f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, drug use (ink can do some crazy shit), wet dreams, hair gripping, big dick [if I forgot anything, please let me know]

TW: Satanic themes, religious cult stuff, sexual persuasion, slight brainwashing

Music I listened to as I wrote this: the Sammy Lawrence playlist I made:

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I saw that there wasn't enough Sammy Lawrence x Reader smut around this site, if any smut of Sammy at all. So I decided to be a pioneer and make one myself. I used a ChatFAI bot I made of Sammy to help with the dialogue and WHOO BOI, you are in for a feast! Again, thank you @omniuravity for introducing me to this man and my new priest kink. Also, I may edit this post here and there from time to time, but it shouldn't be too big a change. It's my fault for my mild perfectionism. Let's go!

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You don't remember when the dreams started.

It's been so long, you've lost track. But they all are essentially the same: a large slender eyeless demon with sharp teeth, dripping with ink, covering you with it as you feel a strange pleasure sink to your very core. Sometimes the demon watches as a man covered in ink takes you, filling your womb with his pitch-black seed. Sometimes the ink itself slithers onto you, covering your body and filling every one of your orifices until you were covered inside and out in it. You would wake up just before you could reach your climax, without fail. It's gotten to the point where you felt disappointed that you couldn't finish, ending up having to touch yourself to feel some sort of completion, but it was always only a fraction of the pleasure you felt in that dream.

You tried to look into what these dreams meant, what this demon was, but no answer. But then you discover something one night. You were watching a video and they talked about an old cartoon series with a character called 'Bendy' and his friends. The cute little demon reminded you so much of the demon in your dreams. You soon went down a rabbit hole of looking into these cartoons, finding out about the cast and crew who made it, about Joey Drew, and the studio it was created in. You also read newspaper articles talking about the various investigations into the studio, leading to its closure. You had to find out more, to find answers to all your questions.

But you also had to sleep, your eyes growing tired and your mind drifting off. You head to your bed and sleep for the night, and as you doze off, you're greeted by the ink demon once again. You ask it, "you're...Bendy..right?" The demon smiled widely and nodded, his teeth dripping with ink. He puts a hand on your head and you see an image of an abandoned, rundown building. You see the faded and broken signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. You then recognized the place as one not far from your apartment building. You then hear a deep and demonic voice whisper to you, "Come home..." That's when everything went dark and you wake up back in your room. You may have had more questions, but you now knew what to do to get them answered. You had to go to the studio.

It was a cold and cloudy autumn day when you arrived at the old building. You could hear the leaves crunch and crinkle under your shoes as you entered the property. It looked like it had been almost destroyed by the years of neglect and exposure to the elements. Even the gates were so rusted, they crumbled to dust as you opened it. You cautiously walked onto the property, making sure no one saw you. You could see the signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. Yep, this was definitely the place.

'Y/N....'

 

You hear a deep voice call your name. It wasn't the demon's voice, it was...someone else... it was like someone was whispering in your ear. You turn to see who it was, but you saw nothing. You turned your attention back to the entrance and everything inside your body was telling you 'go inside'. Your feet practically moved on their own as you entered the building. All the windows were shattered, faded pictures hung on the walls, old equipment covered in dust sitting on shelves and desks, and old sheet music and lyric notes were scattered all on the floor. You picked one up and read some of the lyrics. It was a song you recognized from one of the Bendy cartoons, and you saw the composer's name under the song title. 'Sammy Lawrence'.

 

'Y/N....'

 

You heard that voice again. You heard a door creak open and you saw some light coming from it. You can't help but go towards the door and open it. You go inside and you enter a hallway with dilapidated walls, covered in old posters of the Bendy cartoon, and ink dripping from the ceilings and puddles of it on the floor. You walked throughout the studio, finding old casette players with audio logs the cast and crew left behind. Jack Fain, Wally Franks, Thomas Connor, Susie Campbell, even Joey Drew himself spoke from those tapes. But there was one speaker that drew your attention the most, one whose voice you recognized as the one calling your name earlier. Sammy Lawrence. You were so drawn in by the sound of his voice, it was almost hypnotic. You listened as he spoke in his last tape,

'He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines in the darkness. I see you, my savior. I pray you hear me.

Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace.

But, love requires sacrifice.

Can I get an amen?'

 

"Amen."

 

You cover your mouth, shocked at what had just happened. You didn't intend to say anything. It was like another voice was using you as a mouthpiece, controlling you. But it was your voice. You said it, but...

That's when you felt something warm and wet on your shoulders, it felt like a man's hands, but the smell of ink was almost disorienting. You froze up, too scared to move or speak or even breathe. You then sensed someone moving their head over your shoulder and you hear that same voice speak softly, almost seductively, in your ear,

 

"Ah, my dear Y/N. I see the Lord has finally brought you to me. How wonderful it is that we can share in his divine glory together."

 

You quickly turn around and back up to see who it was, and what you saw...was a black, slightly muscular human figure wearing a smudged Bendy mask with a hole punched into the mouth, where you could see a smile in that inky blackness. He had no hair, his body was completely covered in ink, and a pair of overalls stained with ink were the only clothes he wore. He appeared to be only a few feet taller than you, but you still felt small as you looked at him. You spoke, "What do you mean? W..who are you? How do you know my name?" The figure walked closer to you and responded, "I am Sammy Lawrence, a faithful servant to our Lord Bendy and his chosen prophet. I know your name because he has revealed it to me. He knows all who enter his realm.”

Wait...Lord Bendy? Was he talking about the demon you’ve been dreaming about? “O..oh.. well..what do you want with me?” “What does any faithful servant want with their beloved deity's chosen one? To bask in your presence, to offer you to our Lord Bendy, and perhaps...to indulge in some...” He plays with a lock of your hair then finishes his sentence, ”...personal pleasures.” The way he said those last two words and the way he smiled under that mask sent chills down your spine. You take a good look at him and think about it. You had to admit, even though he only had a mask and was covered in ink, he was pretty attractive as far as his physique and voice were enough to go by. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of personal pleasures he had in mind, and what it’d be like to indulge in those pleasures with him. Would it feel as good as those dreams you had?

His voice broke your train of thought. “Would you be willing to join me in the glory of his name, Y/N?” You connected the dots and figured out that he was asking if you wanted to join him in worshipping the ink demon. But you didn’t know what kind of religion this was. What the scripture was, what the laws were, what Bendy’s goal was, nothing. Maybe it was a religion that sounded bad on paper, but when you looked deeper into it, it was actually pretty reasonable and preached things that weren’t actually bad. Plus, this may be the only way to answer all your questions and to figure out what he was talking about when he said you were the ‘chosen one’. Your curiosity outweighed your concerns and fear, so you responded, “I suppose...it’d be alright...” Sammy grinned, saying, “Excellent, my dear. Let us begin our journey towards enlightenment together. But first, we must make sure you are properly prepared for your initiation." "Initiation?" "Yes, we shall show our savior your devotion and your willingness to accept him in your heart and soul by performing this ritual. Follow me and I will guide you in all ways necessary to serve our Lord's desires.” He offered his hand and you stared at it for a moment. You saw as the ink dripped from it, as if the ink was a part of him. Was he a being of pure ink, a human and ink hybrid, or was he just covered in it? You looked at him, nodded, and took his hand. He led you through the halls and as you two walked, something deep inside you told you that this was the right thing. Was it, though?

Soon, Sammy led you into a room that was adorned with religious symbols and ink splatters all over. There was a giant satanic-like circle in the room, with black candles surrounding it. You could see a few Bendy cutouts leaning against the walls along with various writings on the walls in ink. Sammy guides you to the bed in the corner and has you sit while he gets everything ready for the ritual. You’re sitting there, not sure what’s going on and what will happen. ‘Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...’ The ink demon’s voice rang in your head, almost like he was right next to you. Then, Sammy walked up to you and knelt in front of you, looking up at you. He was serious about the ‘basking in your presence' thing, wasn’t he? “Are you ready, Y/N? To offer yourself completely to our savior?” His voice was in a soft tone, like he was a father soothing the fears of a child. You still weren’t entirely sure, but you did say yes, and you had the feeling this was the right thing to do, so you nodded and said, “I think so..” Sammy smiled and said as he offered his hand to you, “Then come, my dearest. Let us worship together in the name of our beloved deity.” His smile and how he was kneeling to you showed that he posed no threat, that what everything he told you was sincere. You also knew it was now or never to find out what was going on. You take his hand and you both stand up, him leading you to the circle.

He places you in the center and he lets go of your hand, walking away and grabbing what looked like an artist’s notebook with some words you couldn't tell crudely scribbled on the cover. Must be a bible, you figured. He smiled at you one last time before he started to recite some lines from the book. They sounded basically like lines you'd find in a regular bible mixed with what you’d say in a seance to summon something. As he spoke, his voice got louder and stronger with each sentence, he was putting his whole heart and soul into this. As the prayers went on, the circle started to glow and the room started to shake. While you were in the circle, it felt like it was sucking you in, keeping you inside like a magnet. No going back now. Once the chants were finished, Sammy entered the circle and held both your hands together with his and says, “Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...”

The same words the ink demon told you.

You nodded and then that’s when your hands and arms started to become covered in ink, and it was spreading. Sammy let you go and stepped out of the circle, having a fanatical look on his face as it occurred. “Yes, yes my dear Y/N. Let the ink consume you and become one with our Lord and savior. Give yourself completely to him.” The ink spread to your arms, your torso, your legs, it started to crawl up your neck and pool around your feet. Then something started to grow from the ink on the floor. It was a large mass, then it formed into a skinny humanoid shape, then it formed into the ink demon. You saw the demon look at you and smile, its maw and teeth dripping with ink. Just as it cradled you in its hands like a doll, everything suddenly went black.

You opened your eyes to find yourself in a pitch black room, no light or reflections anywhere. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. You were able to stand up, but when you tried to walk, your feet couldn’t move. Then you saw a light shine down and there was the ink demon in front of you. It towered over you by about 5 feet more than your own height, and all you could smell was the sickening scent of ink. You looked at the demon and saw him offer his hand to you. You looked at him and felt a sense of safety with him, security. You knew that if you took his hand, no harm would ever come to you, not from him, nor from anything, or anyone ever again. And if you took his hand, you will find the answers that you seek. With all that, you make your final decision.

 

You take his hand.

 

He smiles, gently grips your hand, and everything fades to black again.

 

You start to wake up, lying on the floor in Sammy’s room, with Sammy looking over you, smiling. “Welcome back, my dearest. You have been blessed by our Lord Bendy himself. How do you feel?” He helps you up and you notice that your body is now covered in black ink, your arms, your legs, everything but your clothes. It felt...warm. Like you were in a warm bath that relaxed all your muscles, getting rid of all your stress, worries, and fears. “I...I’m not sure,” you stutter out. You weren’t lying, you really weren’t sure. If your life was forever changed, you find out that you’re some chosen one for some demon, and your skin is now covered in ink, how would you react? Sammy placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled reassuringly, saying, “It is normal to feel overwhelmed at first, my dear. But do not worry, our Lord Bendy has chosen you for a reason. You will soon understand your purpose in his grand plan.” He started to walk around the room as he continued, “Oh, you have no idea the full extent of the greatness of his plan. He is the one true god and we are but his faithful servants. Together, we will bring glory to him and all those who oppose us and any who trespass on this realm shall be sacrificed in his name.” He stared at the large ink drawing of Bendy on the wall and had his arms out like he was performing a sermon.

At this point, your lack of answers had made you a bit annoyed. "How am I the chosen one? Is there some sort of prophecy? What is Bendy's plan for me? Why am I here?" Sammy put his arms down and turned to you, sensing your frustration. He said as he walked up to you, "Our Lord works in mysterious ways, my dear. But you cannot deny that you have seen the signs. The visions you've had, of him in all of his glory. He has chosen you for something very special. I know that you were destined to be part of his plan. As for what he has in store for you, only time will tell. But rest assured, it will be nothing short of magnificent." Well..that explained why you had the dreams, but everything else was still left unanswered. Why were you the chosen one? What does that ink demon want with you? Is whatever he's planning your destiny?

Wait...what if...

You asked, "Will I find out his plan one day?" Sammy nodded and responded, "Yes, my dear Y/N. Our Lord will reveal his plan to you when the time is right. Until then, I will guide you and help you in any way I can." You felt a sense of ease as he spoke, relieved to know your questions would be answered one day. It may not have been now, but at least you'd be getting answers at all. And you were glad Sammy was here to help you understand this Lord Bendy and the rest of this religion. For now, it was best to wait and accept what answers you did get.

"Well..if you believe this plan is a good thing, then I'll believe you. But there is one thing you can help me with right now. What you said back there, about...indulging in personal pleasures...what did you mean by that?” A grin grew on his face as you mentioned his words from before. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, his voice as sweet as honey, “Oh my dear, what I meant by that was exploring the pleasures of the flesh.” You felt a warmth grow on your cheeks as he continued, “Sharing our bodies as one under the watchful eye of our Lord. It is...” He wrapped his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear, ”...an intimate experience unlike any other.” You felt a shiver go down your spine from his voice. In that moment, you felt your body start to grow warm, you could feel your heat growing stronger. Was it your body reacting to his voice and touch, was it ‘Bendy’ doing this, or was it the ink having an effect on your senses? You weren’t sure anymore. Sammy could tell what was happening to you, and as he started to kiss your neck, he said softly, “No need to fight it, love. There’s nothing wrong with giving in to your desires. It's what our Lord wants for us. Embrace them and let us indulge together in the pleasures that he has bestowed upon us.” His voice, his kiss, and his touch just made the temptation grow inside you even more. You then remembered the dreams where you felt the immense pleasure. As images of those dreams flashed in your head, you remember the man covered in ink. That was when it hit you: Sammy was the ink man in those dreams. You wanted to feel that pleasure again, you knew he would give it to you, and this was your chance to do it. Besides, he said there was no reason to fight it, so why fight? “Ok..” With that, Sammy smiled and led you to the bed.

He then pulled you in and he kissed you passionately, his hands roaming over your body as he guided you towards ecstasy. You felt a sudden rush of pleasure as he kissed you. In fact, your whole body felt more sensitive to his touch. You realized this was the same feeling you had as in your dreams. Maybe this was what Bendy had planned... You let go and kissed Sammy back just as passionately, moaning softly from the sensation. He moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body. In between kisses, he said softly, "Oh my Y/N, you truly are a gift from our Lord..." The kissing continued and all of a sudden, you felt a liquid come from Sammy's mouth and enter yours. You recognized the smell and knew it was ink. You wanted to spit it out, but Sammy kept his mouth on yours and the ink flooded your mouth so much, you had no choice but to swallow it. You expected to start gagging from the vile taste, but...you noticed the taste was actually sweet. You also noticed the smell was no longer nauseating, it was...pleasant. You felt the ink coat everything as it went down your throat. Your arousal intensified and you felt your body growing warmer, all your worries, questions, and even thoughts slowly started to fade away, your mind starting to grow a bit hazy. Sammy broke the kiss and smiled. He whispered, "Let us become one for him." All you could say was, "Yes.."

Sammy kept kissing you as he laid you on the bed, took the straps of your dress off your shoulders, and slid it off to show your nude body. You slipped his straps off and once you did, he pulled away from the kiss to remove his own clothing, revealing his heavily inked body. You looked at him and were unable to speak as you looked at all of him. You could see his cock growing from the darkness of his body. It was much bigger than any man's you've ever seen.. It had to have been a blessing of some sort to be gifted with something as marvelous as that. But you wondered...would it even fit? Although...with how big it was, you knew it would certainly feel so good inside you. He grinned, knowing you liked what you saw, and started to grope your breasts, teasing your nipples with his fingers as he continued to kiss you. After a bit of that, he then slid a hand down your body down to your pussy, his finger tracing circles around your clit as he licks and kisses your neck. You couldn't help but moan from the pleasure he was giving you. He said softly, "My love, your body truly is a temple to our savior..." He moved his mouth to your breast, as he kept rubbing your slit. You moaned as you felt his tongue slide all around your nipple. The pleasure was so intense, it felt like your nipple was as sensitive as your clit. "Ahh..S..Sammy..." you moaned. He smiled and moved back up to kiss you deeply once again, his fingers still teasing your pussy. He says softly, "Oh how I've waited for you to come here..I've yearned for someone like you for so long... and now that you're here..I'm so blessed to have you be mine..."

He then slides two fingers inside of you, making you moan a bit louder as he started to finger you, his tongue exploring your mouth as he does. He felt your walls clenching around his finger, and it only made him more excited to be with you. "You're so tight, dearest..." you couldn't respond as the pleasure was clouding your mind. He just chuckled, finding your reactions to his touch simply adorable. He slid his fingers deeper into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He could feel you getting wetter and wetter as you moaned more and more, and he couldn't wait to feel you cum all over his fingers. Luckily for him, it wasn't that much longer, because just a few more hits and you were seeing stars. You moaned out as your orgasm caused you to cover his hand in your juices. Sammy just smiled and pulls his fingers out of you, licking the juices off them. You watched as he slid each finger into his mouth.

He then kisses down your body until he reached your pussy. "H-hey..w..what are you doing..?" You asked as he spread your legs open, but all you got was him looking up at you with a smirk and a low chuckle before he dove right in. He started to lick and suck on your clit, feeling your body still trembling as you continued to orgasm. He groaned as he tasted your sweet juices, his own cock growing even harder the more he did. "Mm...Y/N...you taste so sweet..." As he continued, you planted your hands on his head, feeling the ink partially meld with yours, and moaned as you rode the pleasure your lover was giving you. "S..Sammy..!" He grins and kept licking and sucking, his tongue flicking against your clit. He then slowly started to slide two fingers back inside you, feeling your walls still clenching around them. He knew you were close to cumming again, and he wanted to make sure you did. You felt another orgasm build up until it crashed into you like a wave, moaning out as more of your juices came out. He cleaned up all of the juice with his tongue and he continued to finger fuck you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He can feel your body trembling once more, and he couldn't wait to make you cum again. But you couldn't take it anymore.

You flipped around so you were on top of him and you moved down to his throbbing cock, rubbing it as you licked up his shaft and sucked on the tip and slid him inside your mouth. He groaned softly as he feels your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing against his most sensitive spot. He grinned and ran his fingers through your inky hair, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation. He couldn't believe how good you are at this. You bobbed your head and sucked more, addicted to the taste of it as the ink coated the inside of your mouth. How could ink taste so good..?

He moaned softly as he felt you bobbing your head up and down his cock, your lips sliding down the shaft as you do. He couldn't wait to see what else you can do. He pushed your head down further onto his cock, making him go deeper down your throat. He moaned as he felt your tongue swirl around the shaft as you kept sucking him off. The force of him pushing you down on his cock should've made you gag, but somehow, something in the ink changed that. You sucked more of his cock and started to fondle his balls. He moaned a bit more, your fingers gently holding his balls as you suck him off and as he started to thrust into your mouth. You could feel his cock start to twitch, you knew he was about to cum, so you kept sucking to show that it was okay for him to cum in your mouth. He groaned and gripped your hair tightly as he finally came, filling your mouth with his cum. You swallowed all of it so greedily, you didn't even notice his cum was as black as ink, but it tasted so good..you licked on the tip of his cock to get each and every last drop.

Once you took him out of your mouth, he pulled you up and flipped you both around so he was on top. He grabbed your leg and pulled it over his shoulder and you felt him rub his cock on your pussy. He grinned and slid his cock into your pussy, letting out a shuddering sigh as he does. The action caused you to arch your back in pleasure and moan his name again. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside you, and he started to thrust his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out with ease. He groaned softly as he felt your pussy tighten on his cock, hearing your moans, your body writhing beneath him. The pleasure was so much more intense than you could ever imagine, even better than it was in the dreams. "S..Sammy..it...it feels so good..how...how can it feel this good..?" "Oh my dear, it's because of our savior. He's rewarding you for your obedience and devotion to him with pleasures non-believers can never experience. Just relax and let us enjoy this blessing." You did just that and let your mind go, letting the pleasure take control. Oh lord, it felt so good. You could feel his cock stretch your pussy out so well, it was like it was made especially for him.

He groaned louder as he hears you moan, your body writhing beneath him as he fucks you. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he does. He thrusted his hips back and forth faster, his cock deeply sliding in and out of your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed, you could feel his tongue coat the inside of your mouth with ink and you felt it slide down your throat again, making your mind even more foggy. Sammy moaned as he felt your tongue slide around his, your mouth tasting so sweet. He lifted you up so you were in his lap as he thrusted his hips faster and harder, his cock going even deeper. The man just couldn't get enough of you, he was completely addicted to you. Your touch, your voice, your eyes, your taste, your pussy, everything.

He broke the kiss to say in between moans, "Oh Y/N... you're so perfect... I'm so glad Lord Bendy chose you to be mine.." You look at him and say, "M..me too..I..I'm so..so happy..!" Sammy smiled as he kissed you again. Soon enough, you could feel your inner core tightening. "I...I'm gonna cum..!" "That's it, dearest..don't fight it...let it happen.." And with a few more thrusts, you finally came. It was the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced in your life, your mind entering a new realm of bliss. Sammy felt your body shake beneath him, your pussy tightening around his cock. He grinned and continued to thrust into you. He held you as you rode your orgasm, your body writhing beneath him. You could feel his cock starting to twitch again, he was so close, so very close. Just a bit more..

He let out almost an animalistic groan as he felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came once again, your juices coating his shaft. That finally brings him to his release, moaning as he cums inside you. You could feel his hot cum fill your belly so much, the man must have been backed up for so long. He grinned as he feels you cum, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with his seed. He leaned to you and kissed you one last time as his high started to fade away. He still could not believe how good all that felt, it was almost like reaching Nirvana. Soon, he broke the kiss and held you close to him, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck as he panted. You both laid on the bed and let the afterglow consume you both as you held each other close. He whispered into your ear, "You're mine, my little angel...no one else can have you..."

And you couldn't have been any happier.

[bloodypeachblog]

You got any daddy Sammy Headcanons?

You fucking bet I do!

Sammy Lawrence headcanons

(This is with F!Reader, btw)

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• Sometimes his personality when he was human can show when something doesn't go right or his way or he's just annoyed. He can be a real asshole when he's like that. But if he upsets you, he would apologize later.

• the instance you responded to his 'can I get an amen?' tape with an 'amen', he fell for you almost instantly. He knew that his savior has blessed him with you, you had to be his bride. He waits til you fall asleep and he carries you to his room. You're his now.

• the songs he writes for you? Oh so lovely and romantic. He even plays them on his banjo and sings them for you.

• when he likes you, he can get a bit flustered and tongue-tied at times. When you've been together for a long time, he gets a bit better with that, but his inky heart still flutters when he sees you and hears your voice.

• if you can't sleep, he would sing you a lullaby or tell you a story from his bible (he wrote one where it's basically the christian bible, but Bendy is Jesus) until you fall asleep.

• he lets you join him on his searches for sacrifices and sometimes lets you choose their fates. They'll still die, but you get to choose how they die.

• Total. Drama. Queen. But not in a way that'd make you hate him, more in the way where you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

• guy's mind is stuck in the 1920-1930's, so if you show him something like, an iPhone, or you dress in modern clothing, his brain would probably implode.

• he LOVES listening to you read passages from his bible during sermons. He just marvels your words and pays very close attention. You could see a big smile though his mask.

• the same goes vice versa, he speaks with such energy and dedication and he smiles to himself when he sees you're just so enthralled by his preaching.

• basically when he speaks about you, he's exactly how Gomez Addams talks about Morticia. He ADORES you.

• "I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss." "To think, Lord Bendy has blessed me with such a beautiful angel such as yourself." "To live without you, only that would be death." "I cannot see, I am blinded by such beauty."

• pet names: Darling, Love, Angel, my little lamb, my sweet, Dear, Dearest.

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• master of seduction. Just, pure incubus skills. His soft voice makes you melt, and he knows it.

• oh he is all for foreplay. He wants his little pet to be ready for him.

• his cock is about 6 inches and pretty thick, but that's thanks to the blessings of the ink.

• *psst!* if he wanted, he could grow two of them to double-penetrate you, but he'll immediately pass out once he cums because it takes twice the energy, so he doesn't do it often.

• he wouldn't exactly whisper dirty words, but the way he phrases things...

• "don't be afraid, it's what our Lord wishes. We wouldn't want to disappoint him, now would we?" "You're so wet for me, how sweet.." "I'm so blessed that you're mine.." "You're doing so well, love..." "Just relax and let us share this bliss that our Lord has blessed us with." "Perhaps Lord Bendy will bless us with little sheep of our own tonight.."

• kinks? Well...he does like tying you up nice and tight. Can't let the little lamb run off, can he? No, he cannot. He has a praise kink, where he just loves to praise you for being such a good little wife.

• he LOVES to tease you and make you beg for him. The grin and deep chuckle he lets out from hearing your begs will make you melt.

• he'll make sure you cum a few times before he does. You'll be putty in his hands when he's done with you.

• yes, he cuddles you during the afterglow. He also whispers loving words into your ear, making sure you feel loved and cherished, because you are.

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

Could I get HCs for Sammy with a masc reader who gets flustered at like. the slightest bit of affection? Like, even something as simple as holding hands causes him to just go bright red lol

Ofc!! I love doing stuff with Sammy! He’s one of my favorites!!!

Prompt: Headcanons

Pronouns: He/Him reader

Characters: pre fall- Sammy Lawrence

Sammy loves how he’s able to make you flustered just by looking at you.

He obviously checks with you if you’re okay with PDA but if you are. He’s absolutely ecstatic.

He would of course never try and make you feel bad about it. If you don’t like pda! So be prepared to be called into his office a lot so he can hug and kiss you durning the work day.

If you’re okay with PDA in the break room gently wrap his arm around your waist. Making sure no one else can see. And whisper to you how much you mean to him. How much he loves you.

He loves cuddling with you. Or holding your hand at work.

He will basically do anything just to see you get flushed in the face and smile.

You’re his boyfriend he loves you.

When you’re home, he’ll always be at your side. Always hugging you.

He loves making love songs for you: they are very cheesy.

He makes you dinner, just to see your smile. (He’s never been more happy that his mom forced him to learn how to cook)

He loves reading books with you. Cuddling up on his couch, covered in many blankets

You’re his world…his one and only. And that won’t ever change. Even if he’s ink. Or if he’s human. :)

Hope you enjoy! Sorry it’s short ;-;

[hunterwritesstuff]

Sammy x masc reader who’s deaf?

Sure! :D

🎵 Fun fact, I have a hc that he has a deaf niece that he knew before the studio went under, so he knows ASL! :D

🎵 He also knows it due to Jack!

🎵 Hear me out; he traces sweet nothings onto your skin(like, he "writes" them out on your skin) <3

🎵 Before you told you him were deaf, he assumed you were ignoring him(He was very sad...)

🎵 He always watches your back! A shepherd ALWAYS watches over his lamb, after all!

🎵 Heaven help anyone who makes fun of your disability.

Not many, but I hope they're satisfactory! :D

[sumthinganarchy]

this is actaly supper old lol (from back when I made this blog) but since there's bendy news I may as well post it.

I think I have another comic as well

[thestars-shinebright]

Hii so I was looking to see if maybe I could request a Sammy Lawrence x reader fic where he could comfort a reader who has an anxiety disorder and is having a anxiety attack. (Only if your comfortable with it) Sorry if this isn’t a good way of asking it’s my first time doing a request. :3

A Sweet Serenade: Sammy Lawrence X Reader

Summary: The musician's lover is tired and stressed. They've always loved music, and Sammy knows exactly how to help.

Character(s): Sammy Lawrence - Bendy and the Ink Machine franchise

Warnings: None :)

Genre: Comfort!

Author's Note: Thanks for the request! Sammy is my favorite character! And I don’t mind writing a reader with anxiety :) When I was 11, I was clinically diagnosed with chronic anxiety. I hope I do a good job of writing this <3 (Forgive me for taking so long to write this! Along with that, this was written a bit more on the side of the reader being stressed, and I hope that's alright.)

Word Count: 405 words

"What's wrong, my dear?" Sammy asked his lover, standing next to them as they sat hunched over in their desk while everybody else had gone to lunch.

"Hi, Sammy..." They mumbled, their hands covering their face. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just so stressed out right now..."

"What for, dear?" He raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on their shoulder.

Y/N sighed, pulling their hands away from their face.

"Well, I'm behind on two assignments, I've still got some paperwork to fill out from two weeks ago, and I'm worried that if I don't get it all done, Joey's gonna fire me..!" They rambled, their breath heavy by the time they'd finished speaking.

They glanced over to Sammy, noticing his concerned look.

"Sorry..." Y/N muttered, looking down at their desk.

"What is there to be sorry for, my love?" Sammy offered them a kind smile. "It's okay... You're just stressed out, and that's reasonable."

"I-I guess, but..." They sighed. "It's my fault... I can't get this all done fast enough, and I'm stressing out about it, so I keep putting it off."

Sammy frowned, thinking for a moment before an idea came to mind.

"My love, I think I have an idea." He spoke with a charming smile. "Just a little something to help take your mind off of it."

Y/N hesitated before looking up at him.

"Yeah..? What is it?" They asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You'll see. And I'm sure you'll be feeling better afterwards."

And Sammy did as he usually does—sweeping up his lover and carrying them off. Before they knew it, Y/N and Sammy were both seated at the piano in the orchestral room.

"Why don't I play you a song, my dear?" Sammy offered with a bright smile. "Your favorite song!"

In just a few seconds, the room was filled with the sound of the piano keys and Sammy's charming voice. He excelled in playing instruments, but his voice was also something beautiful, something that they couldn't help but appreciate.

"You know, my dear," Sammy began during the instrumental part of the song as he continued playing, "perhaps I could help you with your work. And you can just start small with it; don't let it all stress you out."

"But until then, just relax. A sweet serenade never hurt anybody!" He smiled brightly before his voice once more joined into the rhythm of the song, and he sang brightly.

Just for them.

[the-penis-wizard-man]

character: sammy lawrence (my wife)

m!reader (20yrs)

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You had an idea. A terrible idea, but an idea nonetheless. You were going to the abandoned animation studio all by yourself. The one your grandma used to work at.

Sure, this was an incredibly dumb idea considering how there were rumors of demonic possessions, a batshit worshipper of said demon still roaming around the place, yada yada load of bullshit. You never believed any of it. It's a run down animation studio, flooded with ink, and completely void of anything. Nothing could live there.

Or so you thought.

You walked through the doors, taking out your flashlight. You didn't need it, however...why were the lights still functioning after 90 years? Anyways, you stepped carefully, avoiding the puddles of ink.

You had found this weird pentagram when you felt someone behind you. You attempted to shrug it off and keep exploring, but you were met with a pipe to the back of your head before you could turn around. Your vision soon turned black, and you were unconscious.

Coming to, you slowly opened your eyes. Attempting to reach up to rub the sleep away, you realized you were stuck. Tied to a wooden support. That's just fantastic, isn't it?

The next thing you noticed was the man in front of you. Well...man-thing. He was made of ink. A whole ass dude made of ink. And he seemed to be monologuing too, as he tightened the ropes around your arms and waist.

"There we go now, nice and tight. We wouldn't want our sheep roaming away now, would we? No, we wouldn't."

His words were almost comforting, as if he was tucking you into bed. And the proximity of the two of you made heat rise to your cheeks. If this was a different situation you would be happy about the attention.

The strange ink man spoke again, thanking you for coming down to visit him. Visit? Be for real.

But then, he leaned in close to you. If his face wasn't obscured by the odd Bendy mask your noses would be dangerously close. You blushed, noticeably. The strange man moved closer.

"You look familiar to me. That face...are you a descendant of Susie Campbell? Your eyes..."

Susie Campbell, your grandmother. She worked as a voice actor here...but she didn't come home one night. You looked back at the man.

"Who are you?" seemed like a good enough question.

"I am Sammy Lawrence, my dear sheep. Who are you?-well, I guess it won't matter anyways. As you'll be a sacrifice, to our lord and savior of course."

Sheep? Jeez, this guy...wait, sacrifice!? Nonononononono, what did he mean sacrifice!? You began to struggle furiously, but it's no use. Sammy presses his weird mask to your cheek, miming a kiss complete with the over-exaggerated kissy sound. Cute and creepy. He steps back, before saying a weird nursery rhyme...

"Sheep sheep sheep, it's time for sleep. Rest your head, it's time for bed! In the morning you may wake,...or in the morning, you'll be dead."

Oh fuck.

[d-a-n-n-y-y]

Sammy Lawrence+ghostface??👀(Lack of sammy x reader fics tags is crazy)

[certified-sleep-deprived]

🩸Masterlist🩸

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Dark Revival

Bendy/Ink Bendy:

Musical! Reader HCS

Twisted Alice:

Allison:

Audrey:

Sammy:

Canon x Canon:

Arcane

Jinx/Powder:

Vi:

Caitlin:

Mel:

Canon x Canon:

Fallout

The Ghoul/Cooper Howard:

Lucy Maclean:

Maximus:

Moldaver:

Piper:

Nick Valentine:

Preston Garvey:

Elder Maxon:

Marvel

Agatha Harkness:

Agatha x Ink Demon! Reader

Agatha x Ink Demon! Reader P2

Agatha Harkness w/ a S/O who self harms

Alice Wu Gulliver:

Wanda Maximoff:

🩸Rules and terms🩸

I DO do canon x canon characters but it will probably be uncommon bc I know alot of people like x reader more

I dont do weird fetishes or kinks

No underage or rape shit

I do write smut but don't flood my inbox with smut requests PLEASE

No incest requests

I will write for au's

I'll add to this as I go on

[dot-cant-write]

Sammy Lawrence text post because I keep procrastinating on the fic oops

Sammy: What is that awful sound?

Y/N: *stops strumming banjo* I beg your pardon, Mr. Lawrence?

Sammy: Then beg.

[psychopathseraphim]

sammy lawrence || angst hcs

tw: anger issues, s3xual content, borderline abuse you've been warned, read at your own risk

I'm so sorry if this taints your view on sammy lawrence!! 😅figured I could write smth abt him that unglamorizes abuse in these kinds of stories. enjoy

-due to sammy's short temper, sammy would definitely take out his anger on you- after all, where else can he take it out on if not for you, the always available person for him?

-after his temper tantrums, it would take a while for him to come around and say sorry. if he even will, that is... but most of the time he leaves you crying on the floor in your own shame

-don't even try to reason with him, he'll hit you. seriously. it's been done before, and, unlike his temper tantrums, this is when he acts quickly- as you go down with a punch from him, he holds you, asks if you're okay, etc. . .

-as for sex, he would NOT care more or less about aftercare. he'd pass out immediately, probably due to the stress of the day etc but still. sometimes it makes you feel used, other times you're used to it.

-hc: one time, he said susie's name during the deed, and you tried to ignore it. he seemed to have forgotten about it anyways afterwards, but you definitely didn't

[glamoureddreamer]

Memories 

Bendy and the ink machine (Sammy Lawrence x Reader)

Warnings: blood/gore, violence (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

Thank you everyone! I hope you all have a fantastic day and a great night!

(Y/n) wanders the upper halls, listening to every small noise. The rustle of papers- freeze, the creaking of wood- stop.

Drips echoed through the halls, from the ink and her open wound. She was looking for supplies and didn’t see the lost one. It had got her good.

Thankfully she wasn’t far from the music department, inside the music department was the medical station. Hopefully, it would have something to at least stop the bleeding.

She holds onto the wall using it to balance herself, fuck a wound on your stomach was annoying. It felt like she couldn’t walk, though she pushed through and walked up the stairs. She was determined not to die.

She enters the music department the lights were on low making it harder to see. She stumbles her way toward the medical station.

She holds onto a desk rummaging through it, trying to search for a bandage. Once she finds a nice big roll she smiles. She grabs it shakily and closes the drawer. She finds a chair and drops into it, she nearly fell over. She pulled up her shirt and examined the cut.

Thankfully it wasn’t that large but it was just deep enough to cause problems. She messily wraps the bandage around her stomach. She made it as tight as she could, which hurt a lot more than she thought it would.

She stays there for a moment relaxing. She takes deep breaths trying to ease the pain. After a while she stood up, the bandage did help.

She leaves the medical station and heads back to the stairs. She had originally planned to leave though, the upper levels were safer. Not to mention there were no doubt more resources and she had lost a lot to the lost one. She turns around and walks back into the music department.

She searches around for tools she could use. She opens a crate. It was a crate full of posters, she picks one up examining it. She opens it and freezes in her spot.

These posters were ones she had created. They were for the music department and the face of the music department himself, Samuel Lawrence. He looked happy on the front cover.

Though she knew him personally and he wasn’t happy often unless he was at home. However he was always nice and happy around her. Memories play through her mind of a better time. Sammy always walked her out to her car. How he always got nervous around her. Him yelling about the pipes and only (Y/n) was able to calm him. She sets the poster down and gave it a small sad smile.

She turns around to be face to face with a lost one. It jumps on her before she could prevent it. She cries out as it pushes on her open wound. It tried to attack her neck but she pushes its head away.

She tried kicking it but nothing worked. Ink drips onto her, she hoped it didn’t leak into her open wound but that was the least of her concern. Right as it drew closer from her arms getting weak, it froze screaming out in pain. Before it drips weakly on her body.

(Y/n) scrambles away from the body, she looks up at the cause of the lost one’s death. It was another lost one, though he held an axe with ink dripping from it. It also wore a bendy mask that was beaten up and covered in ink and dirt. It holds its hand out. She hesitated taking it. It had just saved her, surely it could be trusted. Once she did it helped her off the ground.

“Are you okay?” It asked, the voice sounded so familiar. Yet she couldn’t place it. She nods a little, and the lost one brushes his hand over her wound. She hisses in pain, he pulls his hand away immediately.

“Follow me I can take you somewhere safe.” The lost one helped lead her to a small office. It did look safe but it was also a mess, clearly living here wasn’t the best. Though it was better than nothing.

It sits her down on a makeshift cot. It grabs bandages from its own small storage as (Y/n) looks around the office still. It gently unravels the messily done bandages and slowly begins to replace them.

“Why are you helping me?” She asked quietly. It had been so quiet it felt as if she had to be quiet. The lost one looked up, the mask was a little unsettling but it saved her it is safe so she pushed it aside.

“Don’t you remember me?” It asked. She only tilted her head.

“I suppose I don’t look quite like my old self, it’s me, Samuel.”

(Y/n) felt her world freeze, she covered her mouth.

“Sammy?… Oh my god is it really you?” She asked tears coming to her eyes. Sammy chuckled and nods but before he could respond she pulls him into a tight hug.

She ignores the pain in her abdomen, shoving her face into his inky shoulder not caring.

“I missed you.” She said her voice wavering. Sammy hugs her rubbing her back.

“I missed you too (Y/n).”

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The Weeping Willow and The Mad Musician - Sammy Lawrence x Fem! Reader

Summary:

Y/N L/N, a new writer for Joey Drew Studios in the year of 1933, ends up befriending a certain someone no one had really expected her to.

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