JoeysInkMachineDump

My opinions, headcanons, and fanfictions on Bendy And The Ink Machine that no one asked for.

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Not Just a Dinner pt.3

God sorry this took so long, forgot about it lmao

TW: Dubious Consent and SA, along with abuse!

Sammy pushed the door to Joey's office open, gently shutting it behind him as he stepped inside, next to the man's desk. Joey glanced up, instantly smiling. “Sams!” He hummed. The blonde smiled slightly. “Hey, Joey.” 

Joey stood up, swiftly moving towards Sammy. Sammy eyed the taller man as he glanced down at him. He swiftly pressed their lips together. Sammy's eyes widened slightly as he leaned back a little. He assumed they were going to dinner today, anyway. The young blonde's thoughts arose as Joey slipped his tongue into his mouth, forcing him to gag slightly- That was slightly strange… 

Then again, things had been strange since that night at the restaurant, him and Joey were now "together," if you could even call it that.

Joey's hand slipped up Sammy's back, and he shuddered at the older man's touch- He didn’t like it, he wanted it to stop. He gently pushed him away. “Joey I-” Sammy started before Joey pulled him in, shushing him quietly. “Oh, Sammy.. Just relax- We’re gonna have fun.” He smiled grimly. Sammy's eyes widened as wide as they’d go as he wiggled a little. “Joey-”

Joey put a finger to his lips, “It’s alright.” He smiled, Sammy took a moment, before nodding slowly. Letting Joey unbutton his shirt. He was only 17- He personally had never done something like this before. But he could bet Joey had.

He roamed Sammy's mouth with his tongue. Grinning as he backed Sammy into the desk, slipping off his own shirt in the process. He leaned forward, hands roaming Sammy's body as he broke the kiss. “Oh.. Joey-” Sammy frowned slightly, Joey kissed down his neck. Smiling. “Joey~” Sammy moaned lightly. Surprised by the noise he made. Why did he feel so warm? Joey squeezed Sammy's clothed cock as he ran the other hand through Sammy's hair. “J-Joey!” He whimpered. Joey unbuckled his pants, removing the hand from his hair. “Woah Joey..” Sammy whispered, glancing down. Joey took it off, whipping the belt across Sammy's face. “Shut up, hon.” He hissed.

“..Y-Yes sir,” Sammy whispered as Joey kicked off his pants. “Knees.” Joey demanded, and Sammy complied. “Good boy.” He grinned before pulling his cock out of his boxers. Sammy's eyes watered as Joey pushed his cock in his mouth. Making Sammy gag. Tears streamed down his face- Mainly of pure confusion. He loved Joey- But only slightly.. If any- enjoyed this. 

Joey began slowly thrusting. Face fucking the old teen. “Ohh yeah.” Joey grinned. “Fuck yeah.”

Sammys sobs vibrated on Joeys cock, and he loved every second of it. Slamming his cock into Sammys mouth.

Once the cock was fully lubracted by the teens salavia, he pulled him up by his hair. 

Sammy coughed. “Joey-” He whispered hoarsly as Joey slammed him against the desk. “Joey please stop-” He whispered. Joey ignored this, pulling Sammys pants down. “Joey-!” Sammy begged.

Joey slammed his head down, colliding with the desk at the sound of a thud. Sammy yelped in pain. Joey gave Sammy no preparation, or warning. He simple slammed into him, his cock going in as far as it would. Sammy gave a pained cry as his tears fell on the desk.

Joey gave grunts of pleasure as he thrusted in and out of Sammys tight, virgin ass. Sammy was trying his best to stay quiet, but he couldn’t stop crying. He gave Joey a few pleas, before just stopping and muffling his own sobs.

A few, harder thrusts and Joey ripped out, he hadn’t come, but Sammy wasn’t complaining. His cock seemed limp anyway, and Joey glanced at the door.

Jack quickly pushed himself out of site. He was watching through the stained glass. Oh his poor Samuel. By the way he so confidently hit Sammy, it didn’t seem like the first time.

“Get up.” Joey spat.

Sammy stumbled to his feet and away from the desk, quickly pulling his pants up. “You liked that, dirty slut? Joey’s little slut??” Joey grinned.

“No-!” Sammy half-cried. Joey slammed him back against the desk. “Shut it! You loved it!”

Samuel shook his head. “No!” He cried. Joey punched him across the face. 

“Yes! Yes I loved it-!” He whimpered weakly.

“Oh- Oh Sammy I’m so sorry..” Joey shook his head, “I love you so much, and I’m so sorry I hurt you..” He mumbled, kissing his forehead.

Sammy glanced up at him. Was he sorry?? Surely Joey hadn’t meant to hurt him. 

“It’s alright..” He whispered.

Joey ran a hand through his hair as if everything was Normal. Nothing had just occurred.

"You're never going to leave, Sams. You can't."

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Gifted kid

I like to imagine Sammy coming home with the job from Joey Drew after the party, and both of his parents were utterly disappointed that he'd work for such a small business. He was a gifted child, and they were just trophy parents. Now, he's searching for their approval in every way shape, and form?

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Not a Dinner. Pt. 2

Sammy had agreed to Joey's dinner. Much to his delight, it was a decent restaurant! Not that he thought of Joey as a pig- But he thought of Joey as a pig. “Are you enjoying the food?” Joey asked, setting his fork down gently. Sammy nodded, swirling the ice in his soda. He thought it quite unprofessional of them to be out at a fancy dinner on a Friday night, Joey was his boss after all- And he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with him. Not that he was doing anything wrong! He just felt- Off. 

“Great! I’m having a wonderful time! We should do this more often, you’re a great person to chat with!” Joey smiled- That unhuman yet off-puttingly welcoming smile. Sammy would’ve agreed if it wasn’t for the strange fact that Sammy had barely given Joey any form of conversation. He had just listened and let Joey talk his ear off. “Mr. Drew with-” He was cut off by a sharp; “Joey.” 

Sammy cleared his throat and nodded slowly. “Right, Joey- Uh, listen- I think this is great and all but you are my boss-” Joey seemed to want to roll his eyes. “Oh please, think of me as your friend!” He hummed. “Still, I don’t think it-” He was cut off by a larger hand being placed on his. Sammy froze at the sudden touch.

“I’m positive I want to keep doing this.” Joey interrupted, the smile never faltering. He had TRIED flattery, following him around, doing all the useless chores Sammy asked- But it simply wasn’t working. The boy was being a real pain in the ass. 

Sammy's breath turned shaky as Joey set the money on the table for dinner, not asking if he was done. Joey gripped Sammy's hand, standing up. “Come on, my house. My treat to you.”

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Just a Dinner. pt.1

Although since this is going online, here's your tw:

Implied (not illegal-ish?) relationship with 6 year age gap,

Domestic/work/Initial abuse, Joey Drew, unclear consent in actions,  Toxic relationship,  swearing, internalized homophobia, and any nonfriendly interactions will be time skipped weirdos. 

This is a safe space-- unless you ship this with ill intent of it being healthy. Then why are you here?

Sammy pushed the hair tie back up his blonde hair slightly as he walked into the studio. It had been two months since he had been hired. (Although that was to be ignored.)  He glanced around the lobby for his instrument case. When it was nowhere to be found he sighed with disappointment, it didn’t take that long for a stupid banjo to get a few strings pulled. That made him wonder- Had it been delivered somewhere else, then?

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After mindlessly checking the music room, his office, Jack's office, the Art Department, and the halls surrounding, he reluctantly climbed the stairs to Joey’s office. He hadn’t seen his boss in weeks! Which was strange- He ran the studio! Shouldn’t he be present? Nonetheless, his secretary told him he could walk right in--Meaning Joey was there. The blonde made his way to the office door, knocking lightly. “Who is it?” A happy go lucky man called. “Lawrence.” He replied. “Come in!” Joey grinned, leaning back in the chair. 

Sammy stepped inside, gently shutting the door behind him. “Sammy, how can I help you?” J0ey pressed his hands together, observing the boy in front of him. “My instrument hasn’t shown up, sir-” He explained in a short tone. Rather annoyed than anything. Joey pursed his lips, “I’m terribly sorry about that!” He frowned, shaking his head. “But- You’re very talented, I’m sure you can work with what we have!” Joey smiled, standing up. 

Sammy held his breath, cracking a small smile. Joey had always flattered him, no matter how fucking annoying he got, he was always kind to Sammy! Sometimes a little.. Too nice. Sometimes he had to take a step back, and distance himself. He watched Joey step in front of the desk. “You’ve checked everywhere?” He questioned. Sammy nodded. “Yeah, everywhere.” 

Joey seemed to ponder this for a moment. Thinking of how to play his cards next. “Then I guess it truly isn’t here.” He pushed himself off the desk, taking a step towards Lawrence, who fought the small urge to back away. To Joey, Sammy was a small meerkat. A wild animal that had to be approached slowly before becoming prey. Funny analogy, huh? 

“Yeah- That’s what I said before.” Sammy nodded a little. He wasn’t nervous. Joey just made him feel intimidated, as bosses do. “Yes, I’m sorry.” Joey hummed, stepping the rest of the way and brushing invisible dust off Sammy’s shoulder, causing him to stiffen. He didn’t like being touched by anyone. Unless of course it was his friend Jack Fain, who enjoyed physical affection. Causing Sammy to get used to it. But only from him. 

“How about I just buy you a new one?” Joey offered. Sammy met his eyes. “No sir, It’s- I can wait.” He shrugged. Joey's hand bounced and fell from Samuel's harsh shrug. “No, I insist! Here- Meet me after work, for a dinner, hm?” 

Well, you’d be insane to pass up a free instrument! So, Sammy agreed. “Yeah- Sounds good, sir.” He nodded slowly. 

“Please, just Joey.”

This should’ve been the first sign for the young boy. But he brushed it off. Joey was being so kind- He figured them friends!

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