#joe goldberg drabble

[romantacysblog]

Joe Goldberg | Smut

You walked through the door, your body aching with the weight of a long, stressful day. Your mind was a whirlwind of worries and tasks, but as soon as you saw Joe standing in the kitchen, his eyes softened with concern and desire. He could read you like an open book, and tonight, he saw the exhaustion and tension written all over your face.

" Rough day, huh?" he asked, setting down the glass he was drying and walking towards you. His voice was a low rumble, a comforting sound that immediately started to melt away your stress.

You nodded, leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek. "Yeah, it was a nightmare."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "I've got you. Let me take care of you."

You felt a familiar hunger stir in your belly, a need that only Joe could satisfy. He led you to the bedroom, his hand never leaving yours, grounding you, making you feel safe and desired.

As you reached the bedroom, he turned to face you, his eyes dark with intent. "Tell me what you need," he said, his voice a commanding whisper.

You bit your lip, considering his offer. "I need you to fuck me like you're in debt to my body," you said, your voice steady and sure. "I need you to rail this stress out of me."

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "With pleasure," he murmured, beginning to undress you slowly, deliberately, his fingers grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

He took his time, kissing every inch of skin he exposed, his hands roaming your body with a familiarity that made you ache with need. By the time you were naked, you were already dripping wet, your body begging for his touch.

Joe pushed you gently onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he stripped off his own clothes. You drank in the sight of him, his muscular body on display, his cock hard and ready for you.

He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your hips already bucking against him, seeking friction, seeking relief.

Joe chuckled low in his throat, pulling away from your lips to trail kisses down your neck, your collarbone, your sternum. He took his time, teasing you, tasting you, his tongue swirling around your nipples, making you arch off the bed with a cry.

He continued his torment, kissing his way down your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button, making you squirm. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust and something more profound. "I love you," he said, his voice a low growl. "I love taking care of you. I love making you feel good."

You reached down, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him up to kiss you briefly before pushing him back down. "Prove it," you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

He returned the smirk, a promise in his eyes. "Oh, I will."

He continued his journey south, kissing and licking and nipping at your sensitive skin. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, opening you up to him, exposing you to his hungry gaze. He leaned in, inhaling deeply, a groan escaping his lips.

"Fuck, you smell good," he murmured, before diving in, his tongue licking up your slit, tasting you, devouring you.

You cried out, your hips bucking against his face, your hands fisting the sheets as he brought you to the brink of orgasm with his skilled tongue. He could feel it in your body, hear it in your moans, see it in your eyes—you were close, so fucking close.

But he pulled back, a cruel, knowing smile on his face. "Not yet, my love," he said, his voice a low rumble against your sensitive flesh. "I want to hear you beg."

You whimpered, your body aching with need. "Please, Joe. Please let me come," you begged, your voice hoarse with desire.

He chuckled, a dark, mocking sound. "Please what? Please fuck you? Please make you come? Be specific."

"Please make me come with your tongue," you demanded, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your orgasm.

He smiled, a slow, evil smile. "As you wish."

He dove back in, his tongue working you relentlessly, bringing you to the edge once more. This time, he didn't stop, didn't tease, didn't torture. He sent you crashing over the edge, your orgasm tearing through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

But Joe wasn't done. He continued to lick and suck and fuck you with his tongue, drawing out your orgasm, making you scream and sob and beg for mercy. He only pulled away when your body was limp and spent, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

He crawled up your body, a satisfied smile on his face. "Feel better?" he asked, his eyes soft with love and concern.

You nodded, a contented sigh escaping your lips. "Much. Thank you."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Anytime, my love. Anytime."

But you could see the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, not taking what he needed. You reached down, wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, feeling him pulse in your hand.

He groaned, his head falling back. "You don't have to—" he started, but you cut him off with a kiss.

"I want to," you murmured against his lips. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

You pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips, his cock pressing against your entrance. You took him in slowly, inch by inch, your body stretching to accommodate him, your eyes locked on his the entire time.

He groaned, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Fuck, you feel good," he ground out, his teeth clenched, his body tense with the effort of holding back.

You leaned down, capturing his mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss as you began to ride him, your hips rolling, your body taking him deeper and deeper. He met your movements, his hips thrusting up to meet yours, their bodies slapping together, the room filling with the sounds of their passionate love-making.

You could feel your orgasm building, a coiling tension in your core, a spark of electricity at the base of your spine. Joe could feel it too, could see it in your eyes, hear it in your moans. He sat up, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as he took control, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, his body slamming into yours, chasing your orgasm, urging it on.

"Come for me, baby," he growled in your ear, his voice a low, demanding rumble. "Let me feel that tight little cunt milk my cock."

And you did. You came undone, your body convulsing, your nails digging into his back, your scream of pleasure filling the room as you shattered in his arms. He held you tight, his body still moving, still chasing his own release.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside you, his release filling you, his groan of pleasure a low, guttural sound in your ear. He collapsed back onto the bed, taking you with him, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

You lay on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, your body boneless and spent, your mind finally quiet and at peace. Joe stroked your hair, his touch gentle and soothing, his love for you a palpable force surrounding you, protecting you, cherishing you.

"I love you," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest.

He tightened his arms around you, holding you close. "I love you too, my dear. More than words can express. Always and forever."

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what life threw at you, you could face it together. Because Joe would always be there, supporting you, loving you, pleasing you in every way imaginable. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[opustenaajlica]

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏

𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑴𝑬:

hi im ajla, i LOVE reading and writing. if you ever want to request or ask if im in a fandom you like, please do i dont mind anything. here, you will have links to my bots i have created on CHAI, and on c.ai as well, and if you ever have a bot idea, PLEASE DONT BE SHY TO MESSAGE ME OR SEND A REQUEST <3

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

• ask if you are unsure about what fandoms i'm in <3

• fluff, angst, lime, smut, or any others <3

• you don't have to request, you can ask any questions that aren't related to that <3

• if you have any angst/fluff/smut starters and want me to include them, feel free to send them and what you want the end to be

𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑪.𝑨𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑰

𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻:

the maze runner

harry potter

stranger things

house md

alchemy of souls(and other kdramas and movies)

stray kids, bts and other kpop groups(female as well)

marvel

vampire diaries

you

formula one, two, etc.

football

tennis, boxing and other sports(i just find random men and women to crush on)

minecraft youtubers

fnaf

just general some youtubers(such as sam and colby, coryxkenshin, etc.)

some celebrities, rappers, actors, etc.

i can't remember what else, that's the end so far.

[avis-writeshq]

hello 😘 aaron hotchner drabble request!

anything with jealousy and possessiveness but in a natural normal way not a joe goldberg way haha

and also - aaron sees you wearing his hoodie/shirt drabble!

thank you and your work is amazing!

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, aaron is a little (a lot) upset warnings: misogynistic moron >:( reader wears a skirt, if you get the reference ily a/n: i wrote it and the more i wrote the more i realised that it... really isn't the same at all :( if you want me to redo it, please send me an ask !! thank you lovely <3 wc: 631

“You would think that he would know by now,” Emily hums, her tone disapproving and mostly disappointed as she watches from a distance as Captain Pembroke attempts to chat you up. 

“He’s a captain?” Spencer asks in genuine amazement. 

“For NYPD’s major crime unit,” JJ confirms, her arms crossed over her chest. “He tried to hit on Emily a couple days ago, and on Amy from the fourth floor. I wouldn’t be surprised it he has some sort of sealed file on him.”

Emily scoffs a little, rolling her eyes. “Sounds like a charmer.”

“The bigger question is, does Hotch know?” Derek pipes up as he glances in your direction.

“Well…” JJ lets out a nervous laugh. “I kind of hope he doesn’t.”

You offer a curt smile in Pembroke’s direction, doing everything in your power to subtly signal that you really should be leaving. Fiddling with the loose threads of your shirt, averting eye contact, taking tiny steps away in hopes that he’ll somehow get the message. It isn’t surprising that he doesn’t. 

“I beat my PR yesterday, you know,” he brags, flexing his muscles. You think you’re about to throw up as he continues, “129. Impressive, right, hun?”

“The average amount of pounds an untrained man can lift is 135,” you respond dismissively in an attempt to lean into Spencer’s way of getting people to leave him alone, but Pembroke doesn’t seem to hear you. 

“You know, sweets, I don’t think you should even be in this job. You’re far too foxy,” he says with a wink, “You’d be better in a different job. I mean, women aren’t fit for these types of roles. They get too emotional.”

You refrain from punching his face as it will only prove his point. “Listen, Ken–”

“It’s Keith–”

“Kyle,” you amend with a sickly smile. “I do need to get these files to Agent Rossi, so if you’ll excuse me…”

“Aw, come on, it was only a joke,” Pembroke says with a laugh. “It’ll be fine–”

“There you are.”

You don’t think you’ve ever felt more relieved in your life. Aaron’s hand rests flat against your back, dangerously close to the waistband of your skirt and he stands behind you. Aaron is a good couple of inches taller than Pembroke, especially when he stands at his full height, his dark eyed narrowed and his jaw clenched. 

“Did you need something from my agent, Captain?” He asks lowly. 

“Just pleasant conversation,” Pembroke responds dismissively.

Aaron raises an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from your uncomfortable frown to the captain’s smug face. “We have three missing women and you are disturbing an investigation by disrupting my agents. I suggest you get your act together before I report you to your superiors for harassment.”

He doesn’t bother waiting for a response, guiding you by the small of your back towards his makeshift office in the New York Police Office. He doesn’t say a word until the door is firmly closed and the blinds are drawn. 

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, taking a step towards you and curling his fingers by your cheekbone. “I heard what he said. Do you want me to report it?”

“I’ve dealt with worse.” You don’t mean to sound so honest when you say it and his frown deepens.

“That’s not okay, honey.” Aaron presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll report it. You know how it is with cases like these; someone just has to put the first step forward.”

You smile at that, poking at his cheeks. “I thought you were going to hit him.”

“I thought you would’ve beat me to it,” he admits through a quiet laugh, giving you a proper kiss. “We shouldn’t make this into a habit.”

“Tell that to Kimberly.”

“That isn’t even close.”

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[rafescokeclub]

╰┈➤ I see you.

JOE GOLDBERG

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ───୨ৎ─── °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

✎ POV — Joes monologue.

What higher force was working against me, deliberately placing temptation on my lap, begging for trouble to stir. I was doing so good, fuck, I promised this wouldn’t happen again. This was a twisted test, how was I supposed to hold myself back when the universe led me to YOU.

You.. well, you were perfect. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that you had lay yourself down, sprawled on the grass just as I was walking past. Come on, this— us! was meant to be.

I could read you like a book, it alarmed me, how easily vulnerable you are to the sickos out in the world. Maybe that’s why you were sent to me, am I here to protect you?

You need something, or someone to ground you, I could tell by the way your hands weaved through the earth, gentle and soft, I wondered if that is how you would touch me. You sway your head and bounce your foot, hypnotic and melodic, lost in your own little world with the music in those wired earphones. You’re traditional and down to earth, both literally and figuratively, I appreciate that.

I can also tell you’re a dreamer, searching for a purpose, for connection and stillness in the noise.

I can be that for you, I see you.

You open your eyes, looking around until you find me, a passing glance at best. That— That is how our story begins, it’s written itself,

I just have to turn the page.

AUTHORS NOTES

Heyy so i’ve never actually written and posted anything before and this absolutely is not the best work but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about ‘You’ since I finished the finale season. I was picturing more season 1/2 Joe vibes for this, more chill and lowkey before he got overconfident and messy.

Just a short drabble, feel free to drop any thoughts or criticism! Byeeee ◡̈

[lushafterglow]

Self destruction is… well -> Series Masterlist

Paring: Mafia Boss Toji x Lawyer Reader

Summary: Toji was always prepared. For everything. He was prepared if cops came knocking at his door. He was prepared if his little kid — megumi — got sick. He was prepared when that annoying Gojo would drop by to annoy him. He was prepared for any insults his best friend — Sukuna would throw. But he wasn’t prepared for you.

You were a successful businesswoman. Graduated top of your class, and even own your own law firm. You were always onto the next case, never one to look back. Though when you meet a kid kid and his scary looking dad you couldn’t help but keep looking over your shoulder, always feeling like someone was watching.

Tropes: Mafia romance, stalker romance, frenimes to lovers, single dad.

Warnings: stalking, gore, blood, descriptive language of violence, NWSF, drugs, etc. 10 year age gap (reader is 20 he’s 30) (lmk if I missed something.)

Taglist: @queendessi24 @idkdudsworld @venjrnjrbhrr19 @kouyoumarryme (just ask to be added.)

A/N: lowkey inspired by haunting Adeline. Like this has the same vibes.

Chapters

Chapter one -> “Ever get the feeling of being watched?”

Every morning is the same, wake up, go to the local coffee shop right by your firm, go to your office, work, go home, repeat. Always the same, thought while your one to keep to yourself you just can’t but help the little kid with spiky hair. Only to find the father to too much longer after.

Chapter Two -> in the terms of Joe Goldberg, “Hello You.”

Toji is a very very dangerous man. Many people know this. So when he finds his kids missing, someone is going to pay the piper. Little did Toji know was that that someone was going to become his newest obsession. His lovely desire.

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[staarboyyy]

Do you perhaps still take requests for Joe Goldberg? If yes, can I pretty please with a cherry on top have some Joe Goldberg x chubby! Fem! Reader? Gm is totally fine I'd just like some chubby representation...

I know you probably won't believe me but this ask is my first ever and I just noticed that there aren't any fics with Joe Goldberg and curvy/chubby reader....(I have thick thighs and some curviness around all my edges if you need that type of info) I don't care if it's a drabble, a fic, or hc or anything just a Joe Goldberg x chubby reader

Oh! Could you maybe make like, they meet at the library and he supposedly goes to help him and she calls him "oh lovey-" "sweetie, actually-" "sweet boy-" stuff like that??

Anyway I Love your work! Hope you have a great day/night/evening/life

daydream

johnathan moore [ joe goldberg ] x chubby fem librarian!reader

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

> joe's internal dialogue

tags / warnings ; dead dove do not eat, stalking, unhealthy dynamics, power imbalance in a work place, flirting

summary ; you run into professor moore, and meeting for the first time feels like he's known you far longer.

word count ; 1.3k

a / n : omg!! i love writing for specific requests, as joe, it makes the process soo much more fun!! i took a couple of creative liberties, but made sure to include everything asked :) we need more chubby representation!! i hope i wrote this drabble justice, chubby gals deserve some "light" stalking too y'all! <3

This Library is exquisite. Of course, I couldn't help myself from meandering about campus after recovering from the reeling hiring process. It was comforting, surrounded by the smell of pages, going up and on for miles above head. The second floor, quiet and persistently reserved for those who insisted on studying, noses driven between the worn pages like prophets. You know what I mean, I'm sure; The day you said my name, behind the second-floor desk, the swell of light shining into the necklaces you surely knew drove every man in the room up the wall - You smiled, apples of your round cheeks curving into your eyes, peering through your lashes to assist a carbon copy of the person before. You were kind, considerate to each person who came with the same problems. I don't know how you do it, especially now that I stepped my way into the line and; No. I step my way out of line. I can feel puckering eyes, glancing and sticking to my shoulders like glue - I am off the table for love right now, and need to get off this ride. I'll find you after I find out who keeps buzzing the phone, burning a hole in my back pocket. Just as I take a step onto my heel, a frayed copy of David Copperfield digging into the side of my ribs, I'll check out downstairs, collect myself and my concerningly fast heart rate, and -

"Can I help you, sweetheart?" The man, whose brown eyes swam the second story of the library hesitantly moved to you; A professor, English. You heard ample things about him, the frequenters of your level reporting their assigned findings in quiet whispers. You smiled softly, leaning your shoulders onto the desk and tilting your head off to the side, eyebrow cocking. The dark-eyed man wet his lips, opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. A beat, then a brisk laugh from your nostrils, nodding to the book snug to his side. "You better not be stealing for your personal collection, professor."

Fuck, you're good, and you know it. It doesn't take me long to realize the lingering floral smell of this floor is from you, not as I stiffly approach the desk while demeaning myself silently. Idiot, stop moving your feet. Professor, the word sounds obscene on your lips in a way I don't think I'll ever be able to properly conduct. Taking a breath solves nothing, but I know you can see my nervous tremors as I lift David to reveal the cover, trying for a smile. I can tell it looks as jagged as I feel, but still, you put out your hand, and I manage to force my throat to squeeze the comment out.

"No, no; I'm sorry, I didn't know I could check out here. I figured you were exclusively a study guide," 'Mr.Moore' spits lies like a seconod language.

"Ohh, I see... I'm a study guide with a useless book scanner then," You speak like it's a revealtion, hoping to ease this mans nervous demenor with a light wiggle of your fingers forward. "Copperfield, huh?" Joe's jaw clenches as your recognition, chuckling hoarsly as he forked it over, laying it into your palm. His cold hand grazed your soft warm one through the transaction, the placement of his grasp noticeably unessecary - Was he flirting? Even he couldn't tell, but the banter felt good, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Not like that - I mean, you're always busy with students, I didn't want to clog up your line," He juts a thumb over his shoulder, the empty space behind him not settling into him until after he spoke. Was he always this nervous? Another thing he couldn't tell, not even now.

This was an introduction I wanted to plan, If I'm really honest I needed more time. But if the universe wanted to throw me into your warm arms, would it be so wrong to follow it's guiding plan? The first day I saw you, weeks ago. Books against your chest, pants snug fit to your doughy thighs, hair a tousled mess as you walked from your car; You aren't on too many social medias, but you are focused and driven on pushing yourself for more, a bigger life, something to explore and peel open. You didn't get dished the bright opportunity all these spoiled kids did, you worked to get where you are and you aren't finished. That spark was so electric, didn't you feel it too? I crossed the street, directly going for your path as you took a hard glance to your phone, managing to juggle it from your back pocket. Your shoulder clashed with mine, and the books went a tumble between us onto the cement. It made me wince, but it was worth hearing that voice. "Oh lovely, I'm so sorry!" You're considerate. You put your hand onto the flat of mine, doe eyes finding me. The moment was brief, but it took the breath from my lungs being so close, the floral smell, the soft squeeze you gave me before going to collect the littered books. I wanted to live in that moment forever, swallow the feeling of you calling me lovely. I want more, to hear more.

"No, I'm sorry - I don't really look where I'm going when I'm on my phone too," It's a little rude, I can see your cheeks flush, eyeing me slightly. But it's worth it when you smile, nose scrunched as you stood, allowing me the grace of picking up the rest of the books.

"Alright honey, watch it, not a student." I can feel my knees starting to buckle when you stand up, a few heads shorter than me. I already knew, of course, but it was fun to watch you flounder. And before I could tack down even your name, you were gone. "But I do have things to do, sorry again!" It was more than enough to get high off of. You're a kind girl, aren't you? A sweet one, one who sees me past the details.

It was so easy to swipe your copy of David Copperfield during that little collision, but I think you know that, and I don't think you care. Not even as you scan it, eyebrows shifting as you recognize the strings frayed on the spine. I swallow, wondering if you recognize me the same way, from weeks ago. A small collision I carefully planned, all for you. I can feel my heart jamming into my chest when you hand it off back to me, trying to not be visibly disappointed at the lack of contact. I never realize how truly silent everything feels when you aren't talking, but being a lurker of the library since our encounter has filled my head with you. The books you love, your favorite students, the ones you pretend to love and grumble about when you think you're out of earshot. You aren't ever out of earshot from me.

"Have you been following me?"

Fuck.

"No?" Yes.

"Just - Sorry, I feel like I've seen you and I'm pretty sure I lost my Copperfield, like a month ago?" Your eyes move to the mystery man, his graying curls falling forward as he cocked his head, examining the book in his hands. Feigning recognition, and then;

"Ah! Miss not looking where she's going? I got this one from the un-shelved cart," It's a brisk lie, one that will be good for us. Copperfield, it's our thing now, something we can tell our kids. Genuine recognition looks gorgeous on you, a couple blinks and that eye creased smile, your real smile. Being close to you feels even better than I remember, a high I've been chasing for so long. My eyes, stiffly controlled, remain on yours; But a smart man can appreciate a delicious peripheral.

"Oh god, yeah! Mister clumsy, Professor...Moore?" Even the fake name I wear sends spikes through my blood, crystalizing the cells and shattering every other definition of want and love I thought I knew before. I give a nod, putting the book to my side. "That's what I figured! Thanks for the help that time, sweet thing." My heart can't take your nicknames, but you knew that since the moment we met. I want to know about you, I've already memorized your recent reading list, and taken my time imagining you with a book and nothing else. The sparking images dries my mouth, giving another hoarse chuckle. Your shape, something I can't pull myself from marveling at, something I crave to grope, to mold to my own body and hold entirely. Your curves, the perfect waves for my hands to rest and drown in -

"Jonathan is fine. I'd love to know you're real name, just so I don't mistake you as a study guide again, Miss...?" You give me your name, extending your hand out for proper contact. I already knew, but the thrill of truly being allowed to know you is a high I don't think I'll ever come down from.

[paperbacksinner]

would it be okay with you to do a fanfic where Joe is our teacher/professor??

Office Hours

Just a little drabble :))

You weren’t even planning to take that class.

But your advisor made a scheduling error, and somehow you ended up in Professor Goldberg’s Literature & Society seminar. Room 204. Monday/Wednesday 9:30 a.m.

You thought it would be boring.

You were so wrong.

He’s young. Mid-thirties, maybe. Too hot to be someone allowed to give grades. He talks with his hands, wears button-downs rolled at the forearm, and reads aloud like he wants the whole room to fall in love with language again. Or maybe just with him.

You catch him looking at you. A lot.

Maybe it’s nothing.

Or maybe it’s the way your essays get longer comments than anyone else’s. The way he always calls on you. The way he leans forward when you speak, like you’re the only one in the room who matters.

“You always have such… thoughtful insights,” he says once, voice low.

“You see things others don’t.”

One day, you stay after class to ask a question.

He closes the door behind you.

“If this is about your paper,” he says, stepping closer, “you didn’t need to stay after. You’re doing just fine.”

His eyes drop to your lips. Just for a second.

“More than fine.”

[kolesodd]

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧

My first ever Joe Goldberg fic. Idk if you would call this a drabble or oneshot- either way...hope you enjoy. This story will be told in Joe's POV.

Genre: angst

Setting: 2018 , Los Angeles

Warnings: Mentions of dark themes in a book and Joe.

Summary: After murdering Beck, he decided to move cross country. Again, he's working at another book store and he comes across his new [ victim ] lover.

Joe x oc

The thing I did in New York stays in New York. I moved half way cross country and- how do people even do that? I can barely move down the street let alone moving thousands of miles.

I got a new job at a book store- go figure. It's like these types of jobs are so easy to get. I wonder how's Ethan is doing right now. Probably better than me.

I observe the people who come and go...a little too much.

Hello...you.

I say when I saw a young girl probably around 23. She was black and had that punk alternative style..No..not again Joe. Oh she's looking at me. That glare. What is wrong with this lady? Is she trying to see if I'm handsome? She probably already fallen for me. I just have that charm.

She's walking towards me and now she's turning down the isle. Great. I take a couple of random books that I need to put back anyway and just followed her footsteps. I wasn't far from her. I neatly placed the books in their respective places as I still, menacingly looking at this chick.

Manga? manga? she likes manga. Well duh Joe. I noticed she was in the horror section. The T shelf. She picked up the first volume of Tokyo Ghoul. I'm not that much of a manga reader but I do overhear teens talk about it in the store. Good time to spark conversation.

No..I wont talk yet. I rather her come to me. I finished putting the last book back before heading behind the counter. I felt her eyes on me and ignoring them was so hard. Baby, trust, I would love to look at you..just hurry up and get to the register already. No pressure of course.

Ringing up other customers, I see she was next in line. She gave me a smile and I literally melted. Im 34 why am I melting? "Tokyo Ghoul huh? pretty cool manga I must say." I said trying to sound convincing.

"So i've heard. I wanna give it a shot."

I just nodded. "Well if you like blood and monsters then this is perfect for you."

"Exactly what I wanted." She smirked at me and gave me a wink.

You little minx.

Bold enough to pay with card. I looked at it and saw her full name. Navy Federal. Military family? Shit.

I made sure to look at her full name and was now printed in my head...my mind. "Do you have an awards account with us?" Please say yes.

"No.."

Fuck.

"Would you like to open one?"

Yes?

"No thanks.."

Damn it. It's like this girl is reading my mind. Like yes I obviously want your number and email and home address and social security. Ok maybe the social security is a bit much this early in our relationship right now Coralie R Swan, don't you think?

Such a pretty last name. So elegant and rich and yet; your style doesn't match that all. I take a moment to swipe your card and as you were occupied with your phone. Jesus girl, trusting me with your card already? Moving fast in this relationship. I like that. Getting straight to the point of trust. I love how you trust me. I love you.

She finally looked up at me and I returned her card. "Have a good day." I said handing her bag. "Thanks." She says before walking out the store. Oh Coralie...I will be seeing you later.

[piggyinthesea]

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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞: 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 :). 𝘐𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘔𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯-𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘭. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 “𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐“ 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵. 𝘐𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆: 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘱*𝘳𝘯, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵

𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳/𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳/𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯), 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘣𝘳𝘰/𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴, 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯

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𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴

Series:

Worse than Worse | 001 (𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦)

One-shots:

Why do you look at her?

Head-canons:

Photography - Headcanon

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Charles Leclerc

Series:

Night in Monaco

Night After Monaco

Drabbles:

The Shoelace Theory

Crushing Season

Carlos Sainz

Series:

To All The Boys I’ve Hurt | 001

To All The Boys I’ve Hurt | 002

drabbles:

The Shoelace Theory

Daniel Ricciardo

drabbles:

The Shoelace Theory

Oscar Piastri

drabbles:

The Shoelace Theory

Yuki Tsunado

drabbles:

The Shoelace Theory

George Russell

drabbles:

The Shoelace Theory

Lewis Hamilton

drabbles:

The Shoelace Theory

Crushing Season

Max Verstappen

series:

Lest You Ache My Wrath part 2

drabbles:

The Shoelace Theory

Crushing Season

Lando Noriss

drabbles:

The Shoelace Theory

Crushing Season

Pierre Gasly

drabbles:

The Shoelace Theory

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Joe Goldberg

Series:

The Way We Are (wic)

Oneshots:

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[impala-dreamer]

Excuse me...

Have I acquired your attention? Good. Ok -

So, I don't know how many of you remember my Tell Me About drabbles, or who would care anymore, but...

Let's bring them back!

Now, you may say, "but, Beka- you never answered my original one... did you keep them all?" Yes. Yes I did. And.... Some of them got full fics that are on my Patreon and will someday appear here lol So, yeah, I may answer one from 2 years ago, but new ones are so much more fun, aren't they? Also, there's new characters to choose from! "Like who? and what? and how? and huh?" Well, keep on reading and all will be revealed!

So, you may know I've been working like 5608308 hours a week now that I have a new WFH job, which is great, but I'm burning out fast and I need some writing back in my life.

Send me an ASK that starts with "Tell Me About... " and then fill in the rest with whatever prompt you'd like. It can be angst, smut, fluff, crack, hardcore porn, a mix of all. You can also choose a character from the list below and I shall do an ___ x Reader. or a ship, if you'd prefer. or a mix. it's all good! Keep the prompt short and open. Ie: do not write me a fic and ask me to write you a fic of the fic. so.. more like..

"Tell Me About... Jensen and me in a submarine with cheese wiz and a porn mag"

But not that, bc why. I may just do that one on my own bc Why. Anyway- Send it in. And if it sparks a drabble, I shall give it to you. (please do not send gifs with it. they clog things up) You may also get a full fic if you're lucky ;)

Characters and Ships I will write with:

Jensen Ackles / Dean Winchester, Soldier Boy, Tom Hanniger

Misha Collins / Castiel

Jeffrey Dean Morgan / John Winchester, Negan

TWD- Rick Grimes, Daryl

Chris Evans / Steve Rogers

Sebastian Stan / Bucky, Sebastian Stan, Sebastian Stan

Joe Goldberg - YOU (tv)

The Magicians- Quentin, Eliot, Penny, The whole gang. All of them.

Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner

SHIPS: Cockles/Destiel, StuckyxReader (who am I?), Queliot

I can't remember who I write for omg. just ask... you know what I'm into.

If you're unsure of a character or just wanna ask - send me a DM. I'm always around :)

LET'S DO THIS!

[castieltrash1]

since yall seem to love the sleepovers, i present to u all... friday the 13th sleepover weekend >:3 normal guidelines apply! feel free to send in drabble prompts, rambles/thoughts, fmks, etc. for any horror characters!

all characters are allowed but the only ones i'll be WRITING for will be:

scream; billy, stu, randy, sidney, dewey, tatum, mickey, charlie final destination; alex, tod, ian, erin, carter, kevin house of wax; bo, vincent, lester, nick the lost boys; david, paul, marko, dwayne, michael saw; amanda, matt, schenk cabin in the woods; marty, curt, holden ahs; tate, kit, kyle, jimmy, james misc; daniel le domas, brahms heelshire, jason dean, david mccall, rex (my little eye,) sam (ginger snaps,) joel (smile,) colin gray, george + papillion (as above so below,) emmett dewitt, mike milch, the man (hush,) pelle, joe goldberg, the grabber, specs, ed warren, jackson rippner (red eye)

+ i can assure you all that the previous requests from the gosling sleepover will be finished soon! i just wanted to do a halloween themed weekend before the szn ends 👻

REQUESTS OPEN 10/13-10/15

[romantacysblog]

Joe Goldberg | Smut

He had been planning this for weeks, meticulously crafting every detail to ensure the night would be perfect. He knew her routine like the back of his hand, having studied her from afar long before they ever officially met. The 'chance encounter' at the coffee shop had been anything but, and tonight, he was going to remind her of that.

He arrived at her house just after midnight, the cool night air doing little to dampen the heat building inside him. He had a key, of course—he'd made a copy the last time he was over, when she'd been too distracted by his touch to notice. He let himself in silently, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knew she was home; her car was in the driveway, and the lights were off, signaling that she was likely already in bed.

He moved through the house like a ghost, his steps sure and silent. He knew exactly where everything was, having committed the layout to memory during his earlier stalking sessions. He made his way to her bedroom, his breath catching in his throat as he pushed the door open slowly.

She was there, sprawled out on the bed, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She was wearing a thin tank top and boy shorts, her hair fanned out across the pillow. He took a moment to just look at her, committing the sight to memory. Then, he began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate.

He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. He could feel the heat radiating off her, could see the slight flutter of her eyelids as she began to stir. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a soft, gentle kiss. She moaned slightly, her eyes fluttering open in confusion and then pleasure as she recognized him.

"Shh," he whispered against her lips. "I've got you."

He could feel her body respond to his, her nipples hardening beneath her tank top, her legs parting slightly to accommodate him. He took his time, exploring her body with his hands and mouth, reacquainting himself with every curve and dip. He knew what she liked, what made her squirm and beg, and he was determined to draw out every ounce of pleasure from her.

He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands slipping under her tank top to tease her breasts. He took his time, rolling her nipples between his fingers, his mouth following the path his hands had taken. He could feel her arching into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.

He slipped her tank top off, his mouth capturing one tight bud as his hand trailed down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. He could feel how wet she was, her folds slick and inviting. He teased her, his fingers dancing around her clit, his mouth never leaving her breast.

She was writhing beneath him, her hands fisting in his hair, her hips bucking against his hand. He could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He slowed his touch, drawing out her pleasure, making her beg for release.

"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I need you."

He smiled against her skin, his fingers finally giving her what she craved, circling her clit, his mouth trailing down her stomach. He hooked his fingers in her shorts, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.

He settled between her legs, his tongue taking the place of his fingers. He licked and sucked, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place as she bucked against his mouth. He could feel her getting close again, her body tensing, her breaths coming in short gasps.

He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on her clit. She came with a cry, her body convulsing, her hands fisting in his hair.

He gave her a moment to come down from her high before he moved up her body, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and trust reflected back at him. He pushed into her slowly, her tight heat enveloping him, her legs wrapping around his waist.

He set a slow, steady pace, his body moving in sync with hers. He could feel her meeting him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back, her breath hot on his neck. He could feel his own release building, his body tensing, his movements becoming more erratic.

He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. She came again, her body clenching around him, sending him over the edge with her. He poured himself into her, his body shaking, his breath coming in short gasps.

He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel her heart racing to match his, her body limp and sated beneath him. He rolled off her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still joined.

"Welcome home," he whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead.

She smiled, her eyes fluttering closed, her body melting into his. "I'm home," she whispered back.

He held her as they both drifted off to sleep, their bodies still joined, their hearts beating in sync. He knew he'd done good. The scenario had been a success, and he already had plans for their next encounter. Until then, he'd enjoy the afterglow, knowing that he'd given her a night she'd never forget.

[larusolo]

☆larusolo masterlist

Request Status: Open.

Languages: English or spanish.

I write: Fics, drabbles, headcanons, and more!

Disclaimer: I literally write ANYTHING, So if you want to ask me something, don't be ashamed, I will not judge you. Plus, I'm just starting out and It helps me improve a lot.

➤My main fandoms in red!

Fandoms: Star Wars, Marvel, Twilight, Los Simuladores (The Pretenders), Brokeback Mountain, Sherlock Holmes (Books), Mysterious Skin, Dead Poets Society, Hayden Christensen, Ewan Mcgregor, Cillian Murphy, You, Young Royals, Resident Evil 2 and 4.

Fictional characters: Loki, Mobius, Captain America (or Steve Rogers), all Spidermans, Thor, almost any Marvel character, Kylo Ren (or Ben Solo), Hux Armitage, Anakin Skywalker (or Darth Vader), Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Biggs Darklighter, Sam Monroe, Stephen Glass, Clay Beresford, Nagisa Kaworu, Joe Goldberg, Neil Mccormick, Brian Lackey.

Not fictional: Hayden Christensen, Ewan Mcgregor, Tom Hiddleston, Owen Wilson, Cillian Murphy.

Ships I like to write about: (although you can ask me for any others) Lokius, Hayden Christensen x Ewan Mcgregor, Loki x Fandral, Anakin x Obi-Wan, Ennis x Jack, Wilhem x Simon, Neil x Brian, Anidala, etc.

I've never written anything about Y/N x [character] but I should do some to get out of my comfort zone.

Links

⋅˚₊‧ AO3 profile⋅˚₊‧

Symbols

❀ = Safe | 𖤐 = NSFW

➴ = Romance | ✢ = General

✧ = Angst | 𖦹 = Hurt/Comfort

In english

➤How are the sith made? (𖤐✧)

Anakin Skywalker/Sheev Palpatine

➤A good night (❀➴✧)

Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

In spanish

➤¿Cómo se hace un Sith? (𖤐✧)

Anakin Skywalker/Sheev Palpatine

➤Buena noche (❀➴✧)

Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

➤Estoy verde, no me dejan salir (✢𖦹)

Luke Skywalker/Biggs Darklighter

Disclaimer: When I write something, I first write it in Spanish, then I change it to English. But I do it manually, so it takes me a couple of days longer! Plus, I'm just starting to write, please be patient (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[nottsangel]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ my AU collection… ⊹ ࣪ ˖

a list of all the AUs you can find on my blog and the links to their content. more might be added!

my readers. au drabbles m.list. pinterest. back to the nav.

♡ new girl au — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by the show new girl. after breaking up with your cheating boyfriend, you desperately needed a new place to live. unfortunately, the best you could find was an apartment with three boys— theodore, mattheo and lorenzo. turns out, they aren’t just interested in the girls they bring over to the apartment every night… they’re even more interested in you. includes: theo, mattheo, enzo.

♡ love island au — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by the reality show love island. on a mission to find love, you sign up for the reality show love island. alongside nine other single islanders, you move into a villa to find your soulmate. every few episodes, new islanders arrive. but if you don’t get chosen during re-coupling ceremonies, you risk being kicked off the island. includes: all the slytherin boys.

♡ the purge au — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by the purge movies. once a year, for 12 consecutive hours, all crime is legal to let people release their rage. while extreme violence and murder erupt outside in the streets, you do your best to stay hidden in your home— but sometimes, even that isn’t enough. includes: all the slytherin boys.

♡ toxic!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by nate jacobs (euphoria). controlling, possessive, manipulative, and jealous. a master at gaslighting and twisting the truth to make you stay despite his toxic behaviour. he bottles up his emotions, is terrible at communicating, and can switch from overly sweet to ice cold in an instant. emotionally unstable, reckless, and dangerously charming— he knows how to break you, then make you think it was your fault.

♡ stalker!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by joe goldberg (you). charming, calculated, obsessive, intelligent, and skilled at problem solving. from the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. keeps a little box in his room filled with your stolen belongings. won’t hesitate to kill for you— he only wants what’s best for you after all, and needs you to know that his love is real. genuinely believes that no one is good enough for you but him. read more here

♡ dealer!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by fezco (euphoria). tough, intimidating, protective, street-smart, and fiercely loyal to the people he cares about. a protector at heart, always looking out for those close to him, even when the world around him is chaotic and dangerous. beneath his tough and violent surface, there’s a soft, empathetic side, and if you’ve earned his trust, he’ll show it. you’re his peace— whenever he’s stressed, just seeing his sweet girl calms him down instantly.

♡ brother’s bsf!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

your brother’s annoying best friend who basically lives at your house, always bullying you and making snarky comments. he never shows his emotions, his true self hidden behind arrogance and cruel teasing. he acts like you’re just some dumb little girl, but beneath his indifferent facade, he hungrily watches you when he thinks you won’t notice— his wandering eyes lingering a little too long on your stunning body.

♡ bsf!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

sweet, caring, charming, and a great listener— the first person you go to with good or bad news. no matter how many girls he sleeps with, you’re always his number one. he won’t even let the girls he dates call him teddy— that nickname is reserved for you and you alone. everyone assumes you two are dating, but no, you’re ’just friends’! i mean, giving each other mind-blowing orgasms is what best friends do, right?

♡ stepbro!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

icky, sleazy, depraved, protective, and possessive. your mum is always bragging about her stepson—the perfect son and the caring older brother who takes good care of her sweet girl. he plays the role of so well, using sweet words and reassuring touches to talk you into sleeping with him behind your parents’ back. he’ll say anything to make sure you stay his— because no one else is allowed to have you. and if any man dares to try? well, theo won’t hesitate to get his hands bloody.

♡ military!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

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♡ fratboy!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

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♡ football!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

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♡ fbi!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

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♡ other aus

dad!theo. fwb!theo. ex bf!theo. academic rival!theo. mattheodore x reader. dragonott x reader. theo x reader x ron. theo x reader x pansy. perv!ron. toxic!mattheo. bsf!enzo. stepbro!mattheo. stepbro!enzo. stepbro!draco.

[fbfh]

Writing quick drabbles about the obscure blorbos I kept forgetting to write about 1/4

Tw for mild yandere/stalker behavior but its joe so what do you expect. Also I'm still in season 2 so no spoilers.

okay I fully admit that this is incrediby self indulgent but Joe Goldberg obsessing over writer!reader hits so so different. You came into Mooney's looking for a first edition of some obscure book, and the second Joe saw you it was game over. The light in your eyes, the way they sparkle as you scan the shelves and look at the titles has him hooked, but when you ask him if they still have any copies of what you're looking for, you have him hook line and sinker. He never thought he would emet someone as perfect as you, much less someone with such good taste and interest in literature. Then he finds out you write too??? he thinks there needs to be a word stronger than perfect. once he learns more and more about you wthout your knowledge, he doesn't find a single red flag. He worms his way into your life, and before you know it, you're living together and he's the perfect dream boyfriend. He protects your time to write like a dragon protects its hoard. He knows what kind of distractions to eliminate, when to sit with you in silence and when to leave you alone, when to bring you more coffee or tea and encourage you to keep going and when to tear you away from your laptop, insisting you give yourself a break. He'll never pressure you to share anything before you're ready (even though he has access to your google docs or scrivner in the cloud, but don't worry, he's really good at acting like this is the first time he's reading your work when you do show him. He's had plenty of time to hone his reactions and perfectly articulate all the praise he's going to give you.) when you do share your work with him, it makes him feel closer to you than ever. He's notjust getting to see inside the deepest most intimate parts of your mind, but you're letting him. you want him to. you want him, just like he wants you.

[yandereworlds]

Even more new bots!

I’ve been having a lot of time on my hands, so I’ve made a HUGE batch of new yandere bots. Since I’ve noticed you guys seem to really love them, I’ve been considering making a Discord server where I could receive suggestions from you guys or even take special requests! Please let me know your thoughts and feel free to give me any feedback.

With that out the way, here’s the new bots!

Joe Goldberg (Yandere)

Joel Miller (Yandere)

John Wick (Yandere)

Demetrius (Crimelord OC Yandere)

Dr. Laurence (Doctor OC Yandere)