#joe goldberg x fem reader

[babymangosworld]

When you're reading a fanfic and y/n switches gender's mid story

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Sweet Tooth (poly Joe Goldberg x gn reader x Love Quinn)

Summary: you're a big fan of the bakery, but Joe and Love are after something sweeter- you

Warnings: obsessive behavior from Love and Joe but that's about it

A/N: my mom made me a carrot cake recently and it inspired me to write this

Everyday you entered A Fresh Tart right after lunch, needing a little something to satiate your sweet tooth before heading back to work. Sometimes it was a cake, sometimes it was a cookie, sometimes a pie, but it was always delicious.

Love quickly caught on to your routine, always making sure she was free to assist you whenever you came in. If another customer needed help, they were just going to have to wait, because you were much more important.

The bell chimed above the door to signal that you'd arrived, prompting her to smooth out the front of her apron before putting on a bright smile. "Hey! I was wondering when you were going to come in."

"I had a meeting that ran a little late, so my lunch hour got pushed back some," you replied with a smile that mirrored hers. The unfortunate bags under your eyes didn't escape her, a sure sign that you were overworking yourself, but the faint dimples that formed on your cheeks quickly diverted her attention. How cute.

"Well, you're here now. So, what can I get for you?"

While you mulled over what kind of confection you wanted for the day, Joe peeked his head out from the back. So that's the person Love always raved about coming in just after noon. You were cute, he couldn't deny that.

"If you're having some trouble making a decision, why don't you try both and see which one you like better?" He heard his wife offer when you clearly became stuck on choosing between two different sweet treats.

"Oh, I can't do that," you began to protest before Love waved her hand dismissively at your words.

"Nonsense! It's my bakery, and I say you can have a sample if you wish," she insisted while cutting a small sliver of cake from the one in the glass display case before grabbing the second pastry you'd been eyeing, placing them both in a paper to go box. "Try both, and tomorrow you when you come in you can tell me which one you liked better."

"That's awfully kind of you. Are you sure I don't owe you anything?" You asked as she slid the box across the counter, already starting to pull out your wallet.

"Of course not! It's on the house."

Despite her words of reassurance and warm smile, you still felt as though she deserved something in return, so you took out a five dollar bill and stuck it in the tip jar. "I'll be back tomorrow at my usual time."

Her eyes twinkled with admiration at the small act of kindness. You were so much sweeter than any of the things she baked, that much was certain. "See you then."

Joe came out from the back as she was watching you leave, slightly amused at the exchange that just happened. Before he could speak, however, she beat him to it.

"I want them."

It wasn't a suggestion or a request, it was a demand, one that wasn't left open for any arguments. Love wanted you, and what she wanted she got. All she needed to do was get him on board, which shouldn't be too hard given just how irresistible you were.

The next day when you came in, Love wasn't there, having taken Henry to a doctor's appointment for a check-up, which meant the she'd left Joe in charge.

"Oh, hey," you greeted in a friendly manner despite never having met him before. "You must be Joe, right? Love told me that she ran the place with her husband."

Immediately he knew why she wanted you so much. Everything about you just screamed perfect, there was no doubt about that. "Uh, yeah, hi. She told me you were having some sort of difficulty choosing between two items yesterday," he casually mentioned, wanting you to think their marriage was much smoother than it really was. They couldn't lure you in successfully if all you saw were their problems.

"I did, you're right," you replied with a soft laugh, one that made his heart leap forward in his chest. God, no wonder Love always dropped everything just so she could see you whenever you came in. He suspected the only reason she'd offered to take Henry today was so he could officially meet you and become just as obsessed with you as she was.

"And were you able to make a decision?" He was curious about you already, curious about your personal taste, your likes and dislikes. He needed to know it all.

"Well, they were both amazing as usual, but I think I'm going to have to go with the cake. Everything about it was delicious, especially the icing," you fondly reminisced, almost beginning to salivate at the thought alone.

"Sure thing," he said while grabbing a knife to cut you a slice, unable to stop himself from thinking about just how sweet your lips must taste after every trip you made to the bakery. He'd have to try a piece of the cake himself a little later so he could imagine it properly.

Your eyes were wide with giddy delight as you observed his every move, clearly excited to be able to eat the cake when you got the chance. You were just about to pull out your wallet when he held up his hand to stop you. "Don't worry about it. Love told me to tell you it's on the house."

"You know, one of these days you're really going to have to let me repay you somehow," you commented while dropping aother five dollar bill into the tip jar, just like you did last time.

Joe was already thinking of ways for you to repay the both of them, but they were far too lewd for him to say out loud. "You have a nice day," was his response instead, giving you a small wave as you left.

Damn it, he was hooked. There was no way he could refuse Love's order, because now he wanted the exact same thing she did: you.

And they were going to have you, one way or the other, no matter what it took.

End notes: I loved writing this and I'd totally be up to making a part two if anyone wanted it <3

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✧˖° — adventures in babysitting

pairing: joe goldberg x fem!reader

type: imagine (1.6k+ words)

requested: no

summary: joe and love decide to get a babysitter for henry after dottie’s breakdown. who would’ve thought she'd spark joe's interest?

warning(s): one-sided pining (-ish). rushed plot / dialogue. no use of y/n.

note(s): not my gif. not my divider. this takes place during season 3! i’ve seen sooo little joe love on here, so i thought i’d write some! i haven’t written a full fledged fic in nearly 4 years, so please bear with me while i try to regain my skills. reblog & comment if you enjoyed it / want a part 2!

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“if you want to make some calls to any previous parents i’ve worked with, there are some cell numbers i can give you,” you said with a smile, looking between the husband and wife before you. you sat opposite them on a plush loveseat as they were side-by-side on their gray sofa adorned with decorative pillows.

“oh that doesn’t seem necessary, we’ve heard great things.” love grinned as she patted joe’s knee lovingly. “cary and sherry just could not recommend you enough!”

you giggled and shook your head, smoothening out your summer dress. “i did have my hands full with those twins, that week and a half was a wild one…”

there was an uncomfortable silence. the house was eerily quiet for a toddler to be living in it, though it was his nap time. your eyes drifted down to what trinkets littered their coffee table. coasters, a book on home décor, and toddler toy keys.

as you had walked in earlier, you noticed their home was eerily clean. a family portrait of the three was already hung in a hallway and other pictures were framed on bookshelves and end tables. their home was modern, yet vintage at the same time. it felt like a showroom, but one you could call home.

you could feel their eyes on you, studying you, as you gazed around their home.

joe cleared his throat and sat up straighter, love looked at him expectingly and you mimicked his movements, snapping out of your thoughts. “so… how soon can you start? how’s your schedule?”

you opened your mouth to answer, reaching beside you to grab your purse and look at the calendar on your phone, but a cry rang from upstairs.

love sighed, “sorry about that, i guess nap time’s over! i’ll go get him and we can introduce you.” she sprang up from her seat and made her way up the staircase, glancing back once to eye joe.

joe watched as his wife traveled up the stairs to soothe their toddler, and as he turned back to look at you, he caught your stare. you momentarily forgot what he had asked, flustered. “oh-uh, well i can start as soon as you need. i’m available all week really. i’m taking a break from school for a semester.”

joe seemed to perk up, and leaned forward, forearms resting on his thighs. “huh, what’re you studying?”

“education, with a focus on advanced literature in secondary education”

he licked his lips and you couldn’t help but watch. your hands balled into fists in your lap, crescent moons forming in your palms from your nails digging in.

“you enjoy reading?” his voice buzzed lowly with curiosity and you nodded softly.

“mhm, i plan on being a high school teacher or a professor once i graduate.” you paused, looking behind joe at the staircase, and wondering what was taking love so long. you shook your head slightly, focusing your attention back on joe, trying to remain cool. “do you read?”

“i do. i was a bookstore manager for some time.”

“really? that must’ve been fun-“

“here he is, say ‘hi’ henry!” love came down the stairs carrying henry on her hip. joe turned and watched them both come down, reaching for henry once love had sat beside him again.

you waved at little henry, and he barely paid you any mind, focusing on his mother and father. love turned him around to sit facing you, where you could see that his white pajama onesie was covered in blue moons and yellow stars.

“henry, say ‘hi,’ bubba!” love encouraged him, grabbing his arm to wave at you, causing you to smile and wave back. she looked up from him, to you, a serious look on her face. “do you want to hold him? he’s not very fussy around newer people.”

you hesitate, looking back and forth between love and joe, as if asking for permission, even though love has already granted it. meanwhile henry babbled, spitting drool over his onesie. “sure sure, i’ve got him,” you said confidently.

you stood and bent over the coffee table separating you from the couple, reaching for their toddler. as love passed him to you, henry giggled, flailing his legs and flapping his arms while he’s in the air, causing the three of you to also begin laughing.

you felt joe watching you as you held henry, and you tried your best not to return any glances, wanting to maintain your focus on henry.

you sat back on the loveseat, bouncing henry on your lap a few times. “hey, henry, how’re you doing, buddy? i’m gonna be your new babysitter.” you tell him your name, chanting it as you point at yourself a few times. he looks at you and smiles, grabbing at the bottom hem of your dress and tugging.

you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched as you had henry in your lap. of course you were being watched, you told yourself. joe and love just wanted to make sure they would be leaving henry with someone who knew what they were doing. and you very much did.

after a few minutes of holding henry, he began to stretch his arms out, pleading to go back to his parents. you held him back safely as he whined and yearned to reach the other side of the coffee table.

joe grunted an “i got ‘im,” before he walked over to you and picked henry up off of your lap, his hands brushing yours. you felt a pang in your heart as you touched, but squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to ignore it.

once joe got a hold of him, henry began to shriek. joe tried to calm him down, patting his back and rocking him side to side, but he didn’t let up. love quickly got up from her seat and took henry from joe, patting his back.

“it’s okay, forty, it’s okay, momma’s here…” love soothed him, and whispered “sorry!” she sat back on the couch, trying to calm him down.

joe ran a hand through his hair, frowned, and sighed. you watched him with a frown, and he caught your gaze, to which you stood and stuck out your hand. “it was really great to meet you you both.”

joe took your hand in his and shook, smiling softly at you. “it was nice meeting you, miss... i’ll walk you out.” you blushed lightly as he recalled your name and turned to love and squeezed her shoulder goodbye. she muttered a soft “bye” and you rubbed henry’s back and said bye to him as well.

joe kissed love on the cheek as she settled henry down and followed behind you. you reached for the doorknob, and joe followed suit, his fingers brushing against yours again. they lingered for a second, and you turned to look up at him as you retreated your hand.

he smiled gingerly as he grabbed hold of the knob and twisted the door open. you’re both greeted by the gorgeous california sun and birdsong and you take a step outside. you turned, expecting to say your final goodbyes, but joe followed you out.

“thank you, again, for coming out to see us and meet henry. i assume love already gave you our numbers?” he asked as he closed the door behind him. he leaned against the door frame with both hands in his pockets and quickly looked you up and down.

you nodded, “yeah, it was no problem. and she did. do you have mine?” you began pulling your phone out of your purse before joe spoke.

“yes, i can send you a text to make sure it’s the right one?”

before you could agree, joe pulled his phone out of his back pocket and began typing. soon enough, you heard a familiar ding! from inside your purse, and went to read the message:

Hello, you.

you smiled, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, “i’ve got it, thanks.” you turned away to leave before stopping abruptly. joe had already turned to leave as well, and faltered as you came back. “sorry, uh, i was just wondering when would i be starting?”

joe stuck his tongue in his cheek, in thought for a moment, and you took this time to fully drink him in. he had one hand in his pants pocket, the other rubbing his chin. his dark curls fell perfectly over his forehead, and you wanted to brush them away to get him to look deeply into your eyes. his gray sleeves hugged the curve of the muscles on his arms so right, that you nearly melted at the thought of being trapped in them.

you couldn’t be thinking like this, you scolded yourself. you'd never suddenly gotten this rush of feelings when meeting someone before. he’s happily married with a kid that you’ll be taking care of. get. it. together!

“how about monday? i’ll be home for a few hours, and i don’t think love would mind if i stay and show you henry’s schedule.”

you nodded eagerly, “absolutely, just let me know when to get here. thank you, again, for having me!” you waved goodbye as you trekked down their concrete walkway and to their white picket fence toward your car. you covered your eyes from the sun and once you made it to your car, you searched for and waved at joe from across the street.

joe waved to you and watched as you settled into your vehicle. he didn’t take his eyes off of you until your car had driven out of his sight, eager for the weekend to fly by and see you on monday.

[bloody-cupcakes]

can you do some joe goldberg whump headcanons?? maybe with love or an x reader

A/N: yeah of course! I chose to do x reader since that's what I write for my blogs haha

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, obsessive behavior, stalking, kidnapping, murder, slight gore/injuries mentioned (both on accident and intentional), drugging, emotional manipulation/gaslighting, blackmail, Stockholm syndrome implied at the end

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First of all, know that he never actually wants to hurt you. He doesn't enjoy seeing you in any kind of pain, or hearing your muffled cries through the gag as he punishes you for whatever it is that you've done wrong this time. He loves you, and he just wants what's best for you after all

He only stalks you out of a need to know where you are at all times, just so he can be sure that you're safe. What would he do if something happened and he wasn't there to protect you? He'd never be able to forgive himself for it, hence him memorizing your entire schedule off the top of his head

Anyone who he deems as toxic or unworthy of being in your life is instantly gotten rid of, though he does feel a bit of guilt when you inevitably find out and call him a monster for it. I mean, it's fair enough, but it still hurts to hear from you of all people

"Baby, baby, can't you see? I did this for you," he does his best to reassure you, but that only makes your panicking get even worse. To be fair, you did wake up in a glass box with an accidental cut on your head from where he slammed you into the wall in a state of blind rage upon him realizing you knew what he'd done, so he could understand your fear. He just wished you'd stop staring at him like he was some sort of a monster when all he wanted to do was keep you safe

He tries to give you some space in hopes that it'll help, but as your silent (and sometimes not-so-silent) resentment begins to grow he becomes more desperate and needy. Everything he does is for you, and this is how you treat him?

Of course he can't help but adore you regardless, which is why he hates having to pin you down and whack at your ankles and knees with the hammer he uses for his book restorations. "If you're going to act like a brat, I have to treat you like one," he mutters softly while you sob in his arms after, barely able to walk after the "punishment" you'd received from him

Something you're made well aware of early on is just how much he loves you (or claims to anyway) but you soon realize that's not enough and that you have to somehow find it in you to love him back. There is no other option if you want to make it out of this alive, but how could you ever love a murderer?

It takes a while, but eventually you behave well enough over time to be able to convince him to move you out of the cage and to his apartment as long as you promise to continue being good. You try to run away that same night, and back to the basement you go, along with a brand new welt on your head from where he had to knock you out in order to get you down there

You beg over and over to be let out, and he promises he will on the condition that you'll let him give you an IV drip full of something that'll keep you feeling complacent and numb (a drug he got courtesy of Paco, who stole it from his mom for Joe's own private use)

He doesn't like keeping you drugged up, but if you insist on trying to escape then there really is no other solution, now is there? Besides, he likes being able to hold you at night and much rather prefers to keep you in the comfortable environment of his place anyway

At first you flat out refuse, but finally you reluctantly agree to his conditions, unable to bear peeing in a bucket and sleeping on the floor any longer. It felt dehumanizing, like you were nothing more than a pet kept for his entertainment. At least his apartment had a real bed and a bathroom

The drugs he put you on made you feel light and free, and it was much easier for you to obey when you were dosed up with them. Things seem to be doing okay until he discovers you'd somehow switched the specially made liquid IV full of drugs with plain water, which resulted in you attempting to leave yet again. God, when will you learn that it's never going to work out for you?

This time when you wake up in the cage, you find yourself covered in blood and lying next to the dead body of your old best friend. Joe simply watches as you frantically try your best to resuscitate the already rotting corpse with several different versions of CPR to no avail

"What have you done?" You scream hysterically, your eyes wide and frightened as you look down at the carnage you found yourself in, your clothes stained crimson red in a manner that almost seemed to mock you

"Next time you pull another stunt like that, it'll be someone you truly care about who's in there with you," he states in a way that's almost cold despite the somewhat sad look in his eyes. He really didn't want it to have to come to this, but you forced his hand. "Now you're going to help me get rid of the body, or I'll have to punish you even worse than that, do you understand?"

It was then that you knew there would be no escape. He'd always find new ways to torture you, mentally and emotionally if nothing else, and each time you stepped out of line you'd only end up getting more injured from it. Not to mention he had an ample amount of planted evidence in order to frame you if he really wanted, so naturally the only thing you could do was agree

That night you found yourself back in his small apartment, wrapped up snugly in his arms as you laid in bed together. The drugs had you feeling much more calm just like usual, and you almost felt bad for everything you'd put him through. "I'm sorry," you slurred while glancing up at him, your eyes droopy from the stolen medication you were on

He just shook his head at your apology, leaning down to place a light kiss to the tip of your nose. "No, baby, don't apologize. It's okay now, I forgive you," he gently promised you, glad that you weren't trying to fight him and his affection anymore

"Mgrh... love you..." came your mumbled reply as you buried your face in his chest. You loved him. You really, truly did. He'd gotten you to see just how much he truly cared, and you loved him for it. A smile graced his lips as he tugged you in a little bit closer. It was then that he decided no matter what the cost, he was going to keep you forever, not that you seemed to mind. He was glad the two of you were finally on the same page for once

[sailorselkie]

Someone needs to write Joe Goldberg as a girldad💔💔 like I would sell my soul if someone wrote girldad Joe especially since in the show, he wanted a girl.. 😭

[snowvies]

Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

.

You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

.

Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

[cineatros]

٠࣪⭑ star lover

٠࣪⭑ pairing: lara raj x reader ٠࣪⭑ about: Lara, Katseye’s stunning vocalist, lives for the stage — and for you. What starts as a passing glance at a concert spirals into a dark obsession. Behind her perfect smile hides a dangerous secret: she'll lie, stalk, and destroy anyone who gets between you and the life she’s decided you’ll share. To Lara, you’re not just a fan. You’re hers — and she’ll do anything to keep it that way. ٠࣪⭑ genre: psychological thriller, thriller, romance. ٠࣪⭑ cw: obsession, stalking, language, drugs, alcohol, kidnapping. ٠࣪⭑ wc: 2.4k words ٠࣪⭑ tune in: paparazzi by lady gaga ٠࣪⭑ a/n: i kinda copied joe's glass room where he kept hostage his lovers and also this is an open ending, y'all be the one deciding if you want y/n get killed (like beck did), or got escaped with the help of sophia lol.

You were never the type to stan a group. In fact, you thought it was pathetic—the way people threw money, time, and emotions into strangers who wouldn’t even remember their faces. After One Direction shattered your teenage heart, you swore off idols entirely. Never again, you promised yourself. Never again would you let someone you didn’t even know hurt you.

That vow lasted exactly until the moment you saw her.

It started harmlessly enough. Your sibling had another survival show playing in the living room, just background noise while you scrolled through your phone. You didn’t even look up—didn’t care—until "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls blasted through the speakers and something inside you shifted. You glanced at the screen—and there she was.

Curly black hair whipping around her face, voice smooth as silk, moves sharp and dripping with confidence.

You didn’t know it yet, but you were already falling.

"Who’s that?" you asked, trying and failing to sound indifferent as your pulse hammered in your ears. Your sibling smirked knowingly. "I thought you don’t stan groups anymore?"

"I can make an exception," you muttered.

And just like that, you were gone.

You streamed every episode, voted religiously, prayed to gods you didn’t even believe in just to hear her name called during the final lineup. Daniela. Your bias. Your exception. Your secret.

When they finally debuted as Katseye, you were first in line — albums, merch, concert tickets you couldn’t afford—all for a girl who didn’t even know you existed. Or so you thought.

The night of the concert, something changed.

You didn’t dress flashy. You didn’t scream. You just existed—wide-eyed, genuine, different. And Lara Raj—Katseye’s glittering main vocalist—noticed. She noticed the way you lit up the moment Daniela walked by, the gravitational pull you couldn't hide if you tried.

It should’ve ended there. Just another fan interaction. Another fleeting spark in a sea of millions.

But Lara was different.

She didn’t ask for your number. She didn’t have to. She played it smarter. Patiently, methodically, she combed through Daniela’s followers, fan accounts, tagged posts—until she found you. Your profile was public. Wide open. So beautifully reckless.

Lara smiled when she clicked ‘Follow’ on her burner account. And from that moment on, she watched.

She devoured your life one post at a time—your late-night rants, your drunken party selfies, your lonely 3AM tweets about feeling invisible. You were an open book, and Lara read every word.

The club was her idea.

You had posted a story — a shot glass, a tagged location dangerously close to the arena. It wasn’t hard to drag Manon and Daniela along under the excuse of running errands. They didn’t ask questions. They never did.

Inside, the bass thudded through her chest as Lara scanned the crowd. Sweaty bodies blurred together, but you were crystal clear—swaying, laughing, drunk enough to stumble but still devastatingly beautiful.

Lara’s throat went dry. She grabbed Daniela’s wrist and shoved her forward. "Go. Say hi," she ordered.

Daniela, sweet and oblivious, approached you with a smile that made your knees weak. Lara watched the way you lit up, the way you leaned closer instinctively. Everyone would think it was Daniela you needed. Even you.

But Lara knew better.

It wasn’t Daniela. It was her.

She slid seamlessly into the conversation with Manon in tow, pretending it was a coincidence. When your wide, disbelieving eyes met hers, Lara felt it—the click. The spark.

You didn’t know it yet, but you were already hers.

After that night, Lara started seeing you everywhere. Or rather, she put herself everywhere you would be.

She watched every Weverse Live, heart pounding when your username popped up. She saved your blurry mirror selfies. Memorized your Spotify playlists. She knew your favorite drink when you were happy and when you were sad. She knew your favorite color (not just blue—a deep, tragic blue).

She knew your loneliness. She knew your craving to be seen.

And Lara? Lara saw you.

Because real love—real, consuming love—wasn’t about waiting politely. It was about claiming what was yours.

The signs started small.

She would answer your Weverse questions within seconds. Casually mention a song you had posted about just hours earlier. You chalked it up to fate. Harmless.

Because what were the odds that someone like Lara Raj would even know you existed?

You didn’t know that she was already following you. Already memorizing you.

She sat two tables behind you at your favorite cafe every Saturday morning, hidden behind a hoodie and sunglasses, sipping coffee slowly, savoring the proximity.

You never noticed.

You were too busy posting another photo of your croissant and latte. Lara smiled behind her cup.

You had no idea what real love looked like.

But you would.

The bookstore was next.

You posted about your "safe haven," and when you arrived, Lara was already there—flipping through a poetry collection she knew you loved.

You bumped into her, literally, and apologized, laughing shyly. You didn’t even recognize her—not under the hoodie and glasses.

"Maybe we were meant to meet," she said with a tilt of her head, voice low and sweet.

That night, you posted about the encounter: "Met someone today who felt like a character from a book. Strange...but nice."

Lara liked the post from her burner account, then sat back in her darkened hotel room, your photo open on her phone, thumb caressing your face through the glass.

It escalated.

You posted about a food truck festival. She was already there when you arrived.

You went to a pop-up thrift store three cities away. She found you there, flipping through vinyl records.

It was starting to feel...wrong.

But flattering too.

Because why would someone like Lara chase you?

You told yourself not to think too hard. You deserved good things.

You didn’t see the warning signs.

Until one night, during a Weverse Live, Lara laughed and said, almost casually, "You really shouldn’t leave your windows unlocked. It’s dangerous, you know."

Your heart stopped.

Because you had forgotten to lock your window that night.

You pulled away after that. Stopped posting. Stopped answering.

But Lara didn’t like that.

One night, you came home late, exhausted. You didn’t notice the faint smell of her perfume. You didn’t notice the slightly ajar closet door—until it creaked.

Your blood ran cold.

You turned—and she stepped out. Calm. Smiling.

"Hey," she said softly. "I missed you."

You backed away, heart slamming against your ribs.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you gasped.

Her smile faltered, just for a second.

"You wouldn’t answer me," she said, voice trembling—not with fear, but with rage held tightly in check. "You don’t understand. I’m the only one who truly sees you."

You ran.

But you weren’t fast enough.

She grabbed you from behind, arms iron-strong, whispering into your ear, "No more running, baby. I’m here now."

And nobody heard your screams.

Because Lara had planned this night down to the last detail.

When you woke up, the world was lavender-scented. Soft. Fake.

You were chained to a bed.

And Lara was there, sitting beside you, carrying a tray of your favorite breakfast — because she knew everything about you.

"Eat," she cooed, brushing your hair back. "I know you’re scared. But you’ll see. In time...you’ll love me."

She punished you with silence when you resisted. Rewarded you with soft touches and laughter when you obeyed. Slowly, she filled every corner of your world until you needed her to break the silence.

Until even your nightmares wore her face.

When you finally escaped—slipping through a forgotten window—you thought you had won.

You ran barefoot through the night, found a road, flagged down a car—only to find her waiting behind the wheel.

She smiled as she jabbed the needle into your neck.

"You can’t run from me," she whispered as darkness swallowed you.

You woke up back in her bed.

Back in her arms.

And this time, you understood.

There was no escape.

Not from Lara Raj.

Not from love.

Sophia had always known there was something different about Lara.

At first, she told herself it was nothing. Lara was just...private. Everyone in the group had their quirks. But lately, Lara’s absences had become impossible to ignore. Recording would finish late into the evening, their bodies sore from dance practice, and while the others collapsed into their beds with tired laughter, Lara would slip away. Unannounced. Unbothered.

Sophia noticed the first few times by accident—the quiet sound of their door clicking shut at odd hours. Midnight. Two in the morning. Then the pattern became clearer. Every night, after practice, Lara would disappear.

She tried asking casually once, a joke tossed between the bedposts. “Hey, are you meeting your secret boyfriend or something?” But Lara just laughed it off, her smile too tight, too quick to fade.

It gnawed at Sophia. The unanswered questions, the empty bed across the room, the air of secrets Lara left behind.

Until one night, Sophia couldn’t take it anymore.

She waited up, pretending to scroll through her phone as the clock ticked past one-thirty. Her eyes burned from exhaustion. Around two a.m., like clockwork, she heard it: the faint rustle of movement. Lara, slipping into a hoodie, tugging a baseball cap low over her face.

Sophia’s heart hammered in her ears as she threw on a jacket and followed, careful to leave enough distance between them.

The night was cold, the streets breathing with the quiet hum of neon signs and faraway traffic. Lara moved fast, head down, blending into the shadows. Sophia’s nerves tightly stretched with every step, her mind racing ahead. Where could she be going? A lover’s place? An underground club?

But none of her guesses prepared her for where Lara led her.

A storage facility.

The massive rows of units loomed under harsh fluorescent lights, endless and cold. Sophia hung back behind a corner, watching Lara punch in a code at one of the rusted gates. The roll-up door groaned as it lifted, just enough for her to slip inside.

Sophia hesitated.

This was insane. She should turn back. Pretend she saw nothing. But her feet moved on their own, drawn by a force stronger than her fear. Curiosity. Or maybe, something deeper. Some fragile thread tethered to Lara she couldn’t bear to snap.

She crept inside.

The air smelled of dust and oil. Corridors stretched out in every direction, endless rows of locked units. Sophia’s heart pounded louder than her footsteps. She glanced around, desperate to spot Lara—then she saw it.

An open door. A soft sliver of light spilling onto the concrete floor.

Sophia swallowed hard and edged closer.

And that’s when she saw you.

Inside a glass room.

It didn’t make sense at first—her brain scrambled to process what she was seeing. A bed, neatly made. A bookshelf lined with worn novels. A typewriter perched on a small wooden desk. And in the center of it all...you.

Alive.

Trapped.

You stirred when she knocked on the glass, your eyes fluttering open, disoriented. For a moment, hope flashed across your face—you thought she was someone else. Then your gaze met hers, panic blooming immediately. You scrambled to your feet, pressing your palms to the glass, mouthing something Sophia couldn’t hear.

Help me.

Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. Her hands fumbled for the door, trying to find a lock, anything—

A shadow fell across her.

"You shouldn't have followed me, Soph," came Lara's voice, low and strangely calm.

Sophia whirled around.

Lara stood behind her, arms folded across her chest, her expression unreadable. In the fluorescent light, she didn’t look like Lara, Sophia knew. There was something sharper about her now. Harder. The kind of sharp that could cut.

“Lara…” Sophia choked out. “What the hell is this? Who is she? Why—?”

"You weren’t supposed to see this," Lara said simply, stepping closer. “You should have just minded your own business.”

Sophia stumbled back, her mind reeling. She kept glancing between Lara and the glass prison behind her, as if it would rearrange itself into something more logical if she just blinked enough times.

"You..." Sophia’s voice broke. "You kidnapped someone?"

Lara’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t deny it.

"It’s not like that," she said after a moment. "You wouldn’t understand."

"Then make me understand!" Sophia shouted, her hands trembling.

Lara hesitated, and for the first time that night, something flickered across her face—something close to regret.

"She’s... important," Lara said finally. "I’m protecting her."

"Protecting her?!" Sophia gestures wildly at the glass room. "She’s locked up like a goddamn zoo exhibit, Lara!"

"You don’t know what’s out there," Lara hissed. Her voice cracked at the edges, a raw desperation Sophia had never heard before. "You don’t know what they’d do to her if they found her. She’s safer here."

Sophia shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. "You’re sick. You’re sick and you need help."

The words tasted like betrayal in her mouth. She wanted to take them back the second she saw how Lara flinched. How she looked, for a fleeting moment, like she was breaking too.

"You’re just like everyone else," Lara said quietly. "You look at me and you see a monster."

Sophia pressed a hand to her mouth, heart breaking in a thousand different ways. Because she didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to believe that the girl who made her laugh during rehearsals, who shared midnight snacks with her on the dorm floor, who sat beside her on long bus rides with sleepy smiles—that girl could also be capable of this.

But here they were.

The glass. The locks. The lies.

"You need to go," Lara said finally, her voice hollow. She turned away, shoulders tense with grief she didn’t bother to hide. "Before you make things worse."

Sophia staggered back a step, the weight of it all crushing her lungs.

And then she turned and ran.

It wasn’t over.

A week passed.

Sophia stayed silent, terrified, paralyzed by the choice in front of her. If she spoke, if she told someone—it could ruin Lara’s life. Their careers. Their safety. But if she said nothing...

The girl in the glass room would stay trapped.

Sleep became impossible. Food tasted like ash. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw your face, wide with terror, mouthing silent cries for help.

On the seventh night, Sophia made her decision.

She waited again until two a.m., heart thrumming painfully in her ribs. She pulled on a hoodie, slid into sneakers, and crept out while the others slept.

This time, she wasn’t going to watch.

She was going to end it.

[daaydreamy]

punishment

summary: joe gets punished. 

warnings: coarse language, smut, rope bondage, overstimulation

pairing: joe goldberg x fem!reader

•••

“You’re such a pervert.” 

Joe let out a muffled groan, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he squirmed in the chair he was tied onto. He clenched his hands into fists, letting out pathetic muffled noises as Y/N continued to overstimulate him, making him sob from the sensitivity. He bit down on the panties she had shoved into his mouth, whimpering as he tried to squeeze his thighs together, but failing miserably because his shins were tied to the front legs of the chair. 

“Really, Joe? Stealing my panties?” Y/N scoffed, pulling the lacy white fabric out of his mouth and bringing it down to his cock, keeping it in her hand as she continued to stroke him, making him whine in his throat from the rough feeling against his skin. “I bet you think about me late at night in your bed, don’t you? Just wishing you could fuck me, so why are you struggling?” She had leaned down next to his face, speaking into his ear while he let out shuddering breaths. 

“P-please, it’s too much.” He said brokenly, throwing his head back and making Y/N chuckle softly. He didn’t even know what to do anymore, what to feel, because he would both shy his hips away from her and fuck up into her hand needily, his brain making up all sorts of feelings and sending them down throughout his body and he wasn’t sure what to do with them. 

“Maybe, if I change my mind, I’ll let you fuck me, hm? But no touching, you’ve already proved that you can barely handle yourself. So maybe I can just take care of you, yeah?” Y/N was smiling and she sat down on his lap slowly, watching as his eyes trailed up and down her body, panting softly. 

“Do you want that, Joe?” She asked him, cocking her head to the side a little. 

“Yes.” He whispered. “Yes, god, please.”

a/n: i would never forget about my babygirl 🩷

[crybyemissamericanpie]

written with the heart - Guinevere Beck x fem!reader

written with the heart - Guinevere Beck x fem!reader

TW:None

Beck sat in the corner of the bustling Starbucks, her frustration palpable as she stared at the blank pages of her notebook. The soft hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee surrounded her, but it all seemed distant as she wrestled with her writer's block. The cozy atmosphere that usually inspired her creativity now felt stifling.

"Come on, Beck, you can do this," she muttered under her breath, tapping her pencil against the table in a futile attempt to summon inspiration. The weight of her own expectations bore down on her, and she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment in herself.

Just then, the familiar jingle of the cafe's doorbell announced the arrival of someone who could provide the distraction Beck desperately needed, her best friend.She slid into the seat across from Beck, a warm smile on her face as she took in the sight of her struggling friend.

"Hey, Beck. Rough day?" She asked with a smal smile, concern softening her gaze.

Beck sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, you could say that. I just can't seem to get anything on paper lately. It's like my creativity went on vacation without me."

She chuckled, reaching across the table to give Beck's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Well, maybe I can help. You know, two heads are better than one."She said with a small giggle

A small smile tugged at the corners of Beck's lips as she looked into her eyes. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

For the next hour, the two friends immersed themselves in conversation, laughter, and shared ideas. Her presence had a calming effect on Beck, easing the tension that had gripped her since they first met. As they chatted, Beck couldn't help but marvel at the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her own passions,the way she laughed,smiled,she was gorgeous.

"Stories are the ones written with the heart.You know?If you are not in the right place in mind or heart it can be kinda hard to write"She said with a smile,as Beck nod also returning that smile with also a small blush but she tried to ignore it

In the midst of their banter, Beck found herself studying her more closely than usual,the way her hair fell in gentle waves, the subtle curve of her smile, and the genuine warmth in her eyes. It was in that moment that something shifted within Beck, a realization she hadn't expected.

As the afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the cafe, Beck's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't deny the warmth blossoming within her chest, the realization dawning on her like the first light of dawn. It wasn't just writer's block that had been holding her back; it was the realization that her feelings for her went far beyond friendship.

Lost in her thoughts, Beck barely registered the soft touch of her hand on hers, a comforting gesture that felt like an unspoken promise. In that quiet Starbucks corner, amid the hum of conversation and the aroma of coffee, Beck's heart whispered a truth she couldn't ignore..

She was in love with her best friend.

Days turned into weeks, and Beck found herself navigating the uncharted territory of her newfound feelings for her best friend. Every shared glance, every subtle touch, fueled the flame that had ignited within her. She couldn't shake the warmth that spread through her whenever she was near, and it left her both exhilarated and anxious.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Beck and her decided to take a casual stroll through the city streets. The soft glow of streetlights illuminated their path as they meandered through the quiet neighborhoods. Beck couldn't hold back the nervous energy that buzzed within her, threatening to spill her newfound truth.

As they walked, she turned to Beck with a curious smile. "You've been a bit quiet lately. Everythings okay?"

Beck hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak her truth. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you."

Her expression shifted from curiosity to concern, and she stopped walking and sat on a bench next to them, giving Beck her full attention.

"I… I've been trying to figure out how to say this," Beck began as she sat down next to her, her words cautious but sincere. "I've come to realize that my feelings for you- and not like normal friends do... I didn't expect it, and I'm still trying to make sense of this feeling, but I couldn't keep it from you."

For a moment, silence hung in the air, the weight of Beck's confession settling between them. Her eyes searched Beck's face, and a gentle smile curved her lips.

"Beck, you don't have to figure it all out right now. I value our friendship more than anything," She said, her voice soothing. "Let's take it one step at a time."

Relief washed over Beck, and she couldn't help but smile back at her. In that moment, beneath the city lights, they reached a silent understanding that spoke volumes.

Stories are the ones written with the heart.

[fleurderome]

Joe Goldberg

Joe Goldberg ꙳彡𖦹 fem! reader

BOT LINK ੭୧

The world dissolved in the sweet, cloying smell of vanilla and roses. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was a sea of ​​pink. Pink, like whipped cream, like rose petals, like a sunset over cotton candy. Pink, omnipresent, enveloping, like an embrace from which it was impossible to escape. You were lying on a huge, incredibly soft bed, draped in pink silk. Around you were piled mountains of antique toys: porcelain dolls with faded aprons, teddy bears with worn paws, toy tea sets made of the finest biscuit. The air was saturated with the smell of old dust and something sweet, unobtrusively cloying, like the smell of candy from a forgotten childhood. On your wrist - a delicate knot of a pink satin bow. Not painful, more like… strange. It felt less like a binding fetter and more like a delicate touch to the image. You tried to move, but the bow, tied with the grace of an experienced entertainer, held gently but firmly. Panic began to creep up on you like a cold fog. Where are you? What's going on? Then you remembered Joe. His charming smile, his eyes shining with a strange, sticky light. His words, sweet as honey, enveloping like a spider's web. He always said that he saw in me something beautiful, rare, fragile, like an antique doll. And now, surrounded by this pink swirl, you finally understood what he meant. The room was like a museum, a carefully designed installation. The walls were hung with paintings of dolls in lush dresses, their porcelain faces, as if sculpted from moonlight, looking at me with thoughtful silence. On the shelves were vintage dollhouses, tiny dressers filled with miniature dresses and hats. It was all incredibly beautiful, but at the same time… frightening. It was a perfect cage, created with love and care, but a cage nonetheless. The silence enveloping you was thick as cotton wool. Only the soft rustling of silk under your fingers disturbed its fragile balance. You tried to move again, and the satin bow slightly stretched, as if gently hinting at the boundaries of what was permitted. On the wall hung a huge mirror in a carved frame. You looked at my reflection. Framed in pink, in the semi-darkness of the room, you looked like a porcelain doll: pale skin, disheveled hair, and an elegant pink bow on your wrist. A shadow suddenly appeared through the pink haze. Joe. He stood in the doorway like a prince from a fairy tale, but there was nothing magical in his eyes. Only cold calculation and satisfaction. He smiled tenderly, as if looking over his own collection, and approached you. "My dear, you are awake. How do you like your new home? I have tried so hard to create the perfect world for you. A world where you will always be protected, always loved… always mine." - His voice was sweet as caramel, but there was a note of steel in it. He touched your cheek, and his touch was cold as porcelain. "You are my beautiful doll, my angelic gift. You are perfection, a rare exhibit in my collection. And I will cherish you as the most precious treasure. You always wanted this, didn't you?"

[babymangosworld]

"What's your favorite horror movie?"

*Tells them*

" that movie isn't even scary "

Bitch shut the fuck up

[lanawinterscigarettes]

what if i asked for a joe goldberg x fem reader (kinktober) against the wall sex?? and praise?? it feels so awkward requesting this— is it okay 😭 dom reader maybe??

it's absolutely okay! I know that sometimes requesting smut can feel a little weird, but you're perfectly fine so don't worry <3 thanks for the request!

Kinktober 2024 Day 19: Joe Goldberg x fem reader against the wall sex and praise kink

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, sex against a wall, penetrative sex (p in v, please make sure to use a condom irl), praise kink, partially clothed sex, sub Joe, dom reader, the reader's a massive tease/Joe has a slight humiliation kink, brief hair pulling, hickeys mentioned, the reader is implied to be as obsessive and crazy as Joe is

The pictures hanging on the nearby wall shook as Joe slammed you against it, his mouth meeting yours in a flurry of teeth and tongue. Even after being together for all this time, it was still hard for him to keep his hands off you.

"You look so gorgeous today," he breathed out, his voice sounding a little raspy when he spoke. His eyes roamed over your body, his hands planted firmly on your hips as he held you trapped between him and the wall behind you.

You couldn't help but think about just how pathetic he looked, especially when he got so desperate for you- which happened so frequently it was hard to keep track of. If you had a nickel for every time he pounced on you the second you got home for the day, neither of you would need to work for the rest of your lives because you'd be filthy rich.

"You flatter me," were the words you purred back in response, your arms wrapped around his neck to ensure he stayed as close to you as possible, not that he planned on pulling away anytime soon. "Maybe you should take a look into the mirror sometime, then you'd see that you're not so bad yourself."

He practically whined at your lighthearted teasing, hiding his face in the side of your neck as he hands clutched onto your hips even tighter. He could feel his already hard cock straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Luckily for him, your pants had already been discarded long before this point, so all he had to do was pull your underwear to the side if he wanted to slip in. But first things first, he needed to take a deep breath, otherwise he'd bust the second he was inside.

The sound of you chuckling is what broke him free from his thoughts. "You're so cute when you try acting like you're not as affected as you really are," you cooed in a tone that was mostly affectionate and only slightly condescending.

Regardless of whether you were mocking him or not, it still turned him on to hear you say that. Any of the blood that wasn't causing his face to flush had already rushed further downwards, making him impossibly harder. He needed you, and he needed you now.

With one hand still pinning your hips to the wall, the other moved down to unzip his pants, pushing both them and his boxers down far enough to be able to pull his cock out. He was already panting by this point, and if you didn't know any better you'd have thought the sounds you were hearing was a pug trying to breathe after taking a walk on a hot summer day.

"Easy, baby. I'm not going anywhere." The teasing comments coming from you certainly didn't help matters.

The hand that wasn't still on your hips wrapped around his aching cock, pumping it a few times before he reluctantly let go and pulled your underwear to the side, slowly but surely slipping in. A noise that was something between a whimper and a groan left his lips as he felt you clench around him, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

"I'm surprised you've been able to last this long. Usually you'd had finished before you were even inside," you mused in a slightly breathless voice, not having lost the certain air of cockiness about you that you always gained whenever the two of you had sex.

He whined loudly in response, his hips forcfully bucking up into yours, pushing him in deeper. God, you were always such a tease. It drove him crazy in the best possible way.

"I- I didn't want to leave you hanging," he muttered as he started to thrust at a relatively quick pace, one that had your nails digging into his back through his shirt as your own back arched up off the wall behind you.

You bit your lip while moving your face in a little closer to his, speaking next to his ear in a low and sultry tone. "How thoughtful of you. You're always so considerate, huh? Always so good for me."

He felt his knees buckle at your whispered words, his legs almost giving out. The impact you had over him was tremendous, and you were well aware of it.

"S- Stop." He hid his face in the side of your neck again, hoping you hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of how red his face had become. He let out a soft grunt when he felt your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer and pushing him deeper within you, the tip of his cock brushing against your sensitive velvety walls.

"I don't think you're in any position to be making demands right now." Your hands moved up his back, one of them finding its way to the nape of his neck as you laced your fingers through his dark, curly hair.

Before he could protest, your fingers tightened their grip and tugged his head back, pulling his face away from your neck. His eyes were wide with a mixture of arousal and humiliation, though the first one was clearly winning out of the two.

"Now, behave."

The stern tone of your voice was enough to snap him out of whatever sort of flustered, somewhat bratty mood he was in. "Y- Yes, ma'am," he breathed out quietly, desperate to please you.

The strict gaze in your eyes softened as you loosened your grip on his hair, gently running your fingers through it instead of gripping onto it tightly like you had before. "That's it, good boy."

Joe could feel his cock twitch as a jolt of pleasure ran through him at your praised, but he held off on finishing, wanting to make you feel good first. He kissed you in a way that was much more tender than earlier, his hands holding onto your hips with affection rather than possession.

As much as you enjoyed it when he allowed his lust to take control of him and guide his actions, you had to admit you liked it when he mellowed out even more. He was much more agreeable that way.

"Good boy, good boy, that's it," you spoke out loving words of praise as his mouth went from your lips to your neck, carefully marking up the area as he purposely rolled his hips against yours. You needed him the same way he needed you, even if you'd never say it out loud. The two of you completed each other in the best (and worst) ways possible.

After all, who else would be able to love him as unconditionally as you did? No one, that's who. You shuddered to think about the woman after you who might try to take your place.

There wouldn't be a woman after you, there couldn't be. You refused to even toy with the notion. It was you and him, forever. And you'd rather die than allow someone else to take your place.

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can someone pleeeeaaaseeee write a professor! joe goldberg fic please!! i miss my academic man, i’ll give u anything :’)

[lookforthelightsposts]

|Hello, you.|

summery: you have been working at your parents bakery since your were 14, one day at the store, you meet Abby anderson.

warnings: abby has sexual thoughts about you,SPOILERS FOR THE SHOW (YOU) (watch it before you read), perv!abby, everything is in lowercase, masterbating (a&r), you get fuckrf by man lol.

🌱’s notes (🌱 is me): tell me if i missed anything also i suck at spelling and have bad grammar, my phone will probably correct smth into smth completely different then what i ment, also this is my first fic. DONT RUSH ME PLEASE!! (i did add/ change stuff from the show so i know that the ending didn’t happen but stfu)

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YOUR POV

the sun shines in the room, lighting your face, the sound of footsteps, talking and carts being pushed around you. the new girl, who joined yesterday has been behind you the whole time, you obviously noticed but decided not to say anything. as she got closer and closer to you, you decided to say something. then you lift your head and look at her, holding the peach up, glancing at it then back up at the masculine girl. “do you think this peach looks like a butt?” you ask, making her go silent then she looks at the peach. “there is no wrong answer.” you add, easing your eyebrow with a tiny smile. and she looks back down and back up at you. “it looks at little, like a butt, yeah?” she says, “right?” you reply and hum, turning back around with a “thank you”.

“are you flirting..?, i’d like to think you are, but it’s just—— i can’t.”

the blonde thinks then she looks back up and she walks forward a little. “i should also inform you that..” she starts, walking closer then she’s right next to you and she points to the peaches. “all peaches look like butts.” she says and you take a deep breath, looking around. “oh yes. well, thank you for your honesty…” you start with a small fake sympathetic sigh, “i might go out on a limb and suggest that… bell peppers can be extremely vaginal depending on how you cut them.” you say, pressing your lips together. “i hadn’t noticed that, but i definitely will now. thank you.” the tall woman says. “yeah, no problem.” you say and you lift up off your heels then go back down with a smile. “were you following me?” you throw out, the blonde making a confused expression. “well.. i mean..” she starts, “not initially, but then yes.” she ends, holding the hand up that is holding her lettuce. “i was, completely. i am sorry… if i seem skeevy.” she admits and her dark blonde eyebrows lift up. “no.. i mean, you might’ve…” you start and look the tall blonde up and down, “if you looked like a skeeve, which.. i guess is me saying, good choice… showering today.” you say, nodding your head and your eyebrows lift also. “good. i debated so..” the blonde jokes, a grin forming on her face, her brow raising then going back down, her dark blue eyes meet your again. you let out a hum, “oh! you work here?” you ask, completely knowing that she does but you wanna keep the conversation going, the girls brow raises and she stares at you. “the apron” you say, pointing the the apron that’s hanging out of her backpack. “oh yeah,” she says, looking down at the strand hanging from her bag and she puts her hand that’s holding a green pepper and she puts over to the cafe. “abby. i just started at the cafe.” abby’s dark eyes dart to your again. “me too, um, i uh—— i manage the kitchen. i do most of the buying for the store,” you say, looking over across the room then you lift your left arm that has your basket and then put it back down. “i was just shopping for my dinner. anyway, sorry. y/n.” you say and chuckle, holding your hand out to shake the blondes. “cool, it’s nice to meet you y/n” abby smiles and shakes your hand. “i’ll see you in the break room then, abby.” you say and shrug with a chuckle walking off.

ABBYS POV.

“no, not biting.” abby mutters as she stands there, staring at where you were, “i’m not that person anymore, and i don’t think i ever will be again.” she mutters again along with a “i can’t be, y/n you are not for me.” abby says, walking off.

it’s been a day since the store talk and everything has been fine, you haven’t said a word to her which she wants but also doesn’t.

abby walks over to the shelf, picking up the first book of a stack she has in her hand and she slides it next to many others, her muscles flexing as she does since who ever put the last book in, didn’t fit it right. abby takes one by one and she puts them in order, fixing that one fucking book that wasn’t placed right. “the best it’s gonna be.” abby says under her breath.

“no offense, you look like your ready to puke.” Candace says, abby looking down at the table then up at candace. “just tell me what your want.” abby says, her boot tapping on the ground underneath the table. “i’m getting to it.” candace says, her lips sticky from her awfully bright but somehow dark lipstick. “here you go,” the server says, setting down candace’s drink and abby looks over at the sever setting down candace’s drink then she looks at candace and she raises her eyes browns, her lips pressed together, candace’s eyes darting back to the blonde which who has the palest face she’s ever seen. “now you really look like you’re gonna puke.” candace says dipping a fry into her milkshake then eating it. “sorry excuse me.” abby sayss and she quickly gets up, rushing into the restroom.

“excuse me.” a man’s voice interrupts her thoughts then abby looks up and she walks over to the man. “yeah, how can i help?” abby asks, the clipboard and pencil in her hand. “how can you help? yeah um..” the man starts, taking his sun glasses off, “can you tell me if this Carl Jung book is vegan?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, catching abby off guard and she looks at her clipboard. “uh, if the—— if the book is——?-“ “new here, huh?” the man says, grinning slightly. “yeah, your apron is, like, very fresh.” he says, looking down at the apron tied around abby’s waist. “you got me. i just started this week.” abby says, pointing her pencil to the clipboard, “the books are made from trees. i’m pretty sure those are vegan,” abby says and she looks at the man. “i’m just messing with you old sport.” the brown haired man chuckles, poking at abby’s shoulder. “forty.” calvin’s voice says. “calvin.” forty replies. “you tell our new friend abby here that it was vegan author month at the cafe?” forty asks, turning his head to calvin. “i will get abby on the right page” calvin answers, pointing to abby then putting his hand in his pocket. “abby.. i think you are gonna do really well here. i like your whole look. it’s very um… i’ve-read-a-book.” forty says and his eyebrows raise, abby gives him a small smile and when he turns back to calvin she wipes it right off. “calvin…” forty starts, calvin clearing his throat then forty gives his drink to calvin and walks away. “so that’s..” abby’s starts, “forty’s parents own the place, obviously. shit he was being cool just now, but if he comes back and it’s still wrong…” calvin says quickly then abby looks up from the clipboard. “i got it. don’t worry, calvin.” abby says then looks back down at her clipboard. “watch the register.” calvin says, walking off quickly and abby takes a deep breath then she walks over to the register and she sees you. “let me guess, hurricane forty?” you joke, setting down a plate of croissants on the counter and you smile. “yeah. yeah, i guess so.” abby replies. “don’t worry. he almost never actually fires anyone. you know how some people are, like. starting in their own movie? well, his.. is about a hilarious misunderstood genius working with idiots.” you say as you put the croissants on a same plate filled with others for people to take after they buy something. “right, one of those.” abby replies, smiling with a nod and you chuckle. “what? do- do i have something?” abby says quickly, looking at you when she notices your expression. “oh no, i was just trying to figure out what your movie is.” you say, looking up at abby and she looks down “oh i think it might be the one where the gets the guy in trouble at work for slacking off. i’m sorry, i got to go. thank you, though.” abby says, walking away into the locker room.

abby walks into the room, biting into the croissant and sitting on a pile of wood. “are you running away from me?” your voice crosses over her mind and she glances up at ‘you’, your standing in front of her. “what? no.” abby starts, sitting up slightly. “i feel like you are.” you say and walk closer to her. your right in front of her now and you run your hands down her masculine arms then move your hands to her belt then kiss her, leaning her back and your lips latch onto her neck at your hand moves into her boxers and you shove two fingers into her sopping hole and she leans her head back slightly with a small groan. then abby’s snaps back into reality, her skilled fingers moving quickly in and out of her hole and she leans her head back, her lips parting and she pants slightly, her orgasm building but then she realizes where she is and what she’s doing so she quickly pulls her hand away and she moves her hands away from her body, she quickly stands up and she zips her pants up then fixes her belt.

the sky is now a orange, reddish as the wind blows faster and harsher, the day slowly turning into day. abby walks into her apartment, shutting her door then she sets her bag down and she walks into the living room, sitting down in front of the window, looking down at the scope and what are the odds..? it’s pointed right to your house.

you’re standing in the kitchen, cutting vegetables then she sees you grabbing your phone and something grabs your attention from the other side of the room, abby’s eye brows raise and she zooms in a little more and she sees a man walk inside the kitchen with his arm around you, she bites her lip then she pulls away from the scope for a second. “who the fuck is this y/n” abby grumbles, looking at you two through the scope again and she narrows her eyes, your back to cutting vegetables but the man his behind you, kissing your neck and her hand grips the scope but then she backs off, noticing herself again and she gets up, walking into her small kitchen and she looks down at the counter and makes herself some instant noodles since she hasn’t bought/ got the chance to get anything yet. abby sits down on her couch and she takes her phone out, going onto instagram and she types ‘y/n y/l/n’ which she finds instantly and it’s mostly about cooking but she sees nothing about the man and she scrolls for a little more then likes one of your old posts by accident and her eyes widen, she throws her phone down on the couch, knowing that you’ll see it.

abby eats her noodles then sets the cup down, glancing over at the scope then she gets up and she walks over to the scope and she zooms into your apartment again and her hand grips it to the point it might break, her muscles flexing.

your sitting on the couch, your head leaned back and the man is on top of you, she knows that she should look away but she doesn’t and her face turns red with anger and she sees the man get off of you and she calms down after that’s but she watches as he just leaves you. “fuck buddy, probably.” abby mutters then she grabs her phone again and she looks at your account and she goes to following and sees the man, andrew smith, he has multiple pictures of him with other women then she looks back at you through the scope and sees you sitting on the couch while running your hands through your hair, you clearly didn’t get even close to cumming and abby can tell, he just left you there also, bear and panting. suddenly she sees you laying back down and your legs spread again, her head turns then she quickly zooms in as far as the scope can go, seeing your thighs and you fucking yourself made her squeeze her legs together. abby then shoves her hand down her boxers once again and she starts abusing her cunt, her head falling back and then she tilts it back down to look at you and she starts saying your name over and over again like your actually there then she lets out a loud moan as she comes on her fingers, not even 2 seconds after she sees you leaning your head back and slowing down your movements. abby pulls her hand out of her boxers, not bothering to clean herself then she gets up and she cleans her hands, drying them after and she grabs her phone, seeing a picture in front of a house with andrew in the picture and she walks into her room, throwing a sweatshirt on and she walks outside, looking at the picture then she notices the exact place, it’s her wonderful neighbor, who has a wife.

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🌱: don’t really like this but i promise i will get better at writing and i’ll try to make it more like abby then joe😭.

[embodyingchaos]

POSSIBLE YOONGI STALKER AU IDEA

yes i am here to post an idea i have and then never come back to tumblr for the next three months okay enjoy this little snippet of a story that will NEVER come into fruition (this is entirely based on netflix's you bc yoongi as joe is kindaaaa idk me likey)

Everything about him was just too perfect. From his perfectly coiffed hair to his perfectly pale and long fingers, nothing about Min Yoongi was imperfect — at first glance, of course.

From afar he paints himself out to be this normal guy, this nice guy; always understanding, always supportive and always listening. If people ever took a step closer, however, they would possibly see what’s underneath that clean-cut facade. They could possibly notice how attentive he was, how he takes note over every little detail, and how he observes every move a person makes — especially if it’s someone like her.

Nothing compared to her, that is Yoongi’s opinion, of course. She shone like the first rays of the morning sun, and gleamed like the shimmer of the bright moon. When he looked into her eyes, he could melt into those beautiful irises and sink into a whirlpool of despair over the fact that an actual human being is this enigmatic.

All these thoughts swirling in his head, and he hasn't even met her yet.

She had been skimming through the bookshelves of his cozy book store and he had been skimming through her ever since. If he was normal, he would have stopped analysing the way she looked, dressed or walked and instead, go up to her and strike up a conversation. Too bad he is everything but normal.

The woman had finally picked out a book, Wuthering Heights, which told him a little bit of what he needs to know.

"Great weather we're having, huh?" Yikes, bringing up weather for a conversation starter is textbook-level awkward. She doesn't socialise much, it is as clear as day.

"It's Jangma season."

"So it would seem! Hah..." She looked to the side, avoiding Yoongi's gaze as she felt entirely self-concious.

"Though, the rain is nice in some way." Yoongi added on, "Makes this place feel... extra comforting. At least, to me." He was trying to resuscitate their first encounter, he didn't mean to come off as condescending.

She smiles and Yoongi could feel his heart stutter for a moment, "I feel the exact same way. It's like white noise." Her agreeing only fueled the desire within him to get to know her more. Yoongi gives her a tiny grin before holding up the book she brought to him.

"Wuthering Heights? Any reason?"

The question makes her tense up and turns her cheeks into a shade of pink. "I'm- Uh- Trying to pick up reading." The confession shocks Yoongi but he hides his emotions well. From the way she dressed, he expected her to be a bookworm.

"Figured I'd start with a classic, y'know?"

"I see. Not a fan of reading, are you?"

"Well... I'm more into other nerdy things like drawing and..." She trailed off and mumbled something Yoongi couldn't quite pick up.

"I'm sorry?" He couldn't contain his small smile from escaping when she did that, finding it so incredibly dorky and endearing.

She grumbled for a bit, "Crocheting." She said just a little above a whisper, looking entirely embarrassed.

Yoongi chuckled at her behaviour, "Hey, you tricked me. You made me think it was something really embarrassing, Wuthering Heights." He jabbed and jabbed even harder when he used her book of choice as a nickname for her. All she did was cover her face with her hands.

"But it is though!"

"No, it isn't. Crocheting is really cool and more people should be taking it up."

Her eyes lit up with something. It wasn't shock, or surprise, it was motivation? It was the feeling of when you receive validation and support for something you have a lot of passion for; whatever that's called.

"Well, I feel seriously validated now. Thank you." Everything about her was so genuine, seemed too good to be true. Yoongi gave her a reassuring nod as he keyed in the price of the book. "Well, that will be ₩25,000." Scrambling to get her wallet, she opens it and hands him the money.

"This is extra." Yoongi informed, giving her back ₩10,000.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Her apology didn't go unnoticed by him. It wasn't a simple 'sorry' or 'my bad', it was a genuine 'I'm so sorry I can't handle myself like a normal human adult' kind of apology. All for handing him too much money? Who hurt her this bad?

Yoongi handed her the book and as she took it, he could feel the tip of her fingers grazing his long, pale ones. A moment that left invisible marks on his skin and a swarm of butterflies in his stomach.

"Thank you...?"

"Yoongi."

"Yoongi... Thank you, Yoongi." He loved it when she said his name. He wanted her to say it more. Maybe even in a less conventional way.

"You're welcome...?"

She said her name and all hell broke loose. He knew her name, her hobbies, what she's like when she gets embarrassed.

"Bye, Yoongi!" As she bid him goodbye, he gave her a tiny wave through the window.

"See you soon, Wuthering Heights."

There's no stopping him now.

HAHAHAHAHAH im sorry this is unedited

[michaelbluthsdeadwife]

Hey this is really embarrassing to ask...but do you write any yandere requests? If not I totally understand why, but if you do I was just wondering.

Well, well, well… 😈

No but fr i would be open to it!