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[hoosurdaddy]

Just pure smut truthfully.

Eddie's hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of Y/N's hair, yanking her head back. The girl yelps in surprise, eyes wide and terrified as they meet Eddie's icy blue gaze.

"Open your fucking mouth," Eddie growls, voice low and dangerous. "And keep it open, or I'll shove my cock down your throat so hard you'll be tasting my balls."

Y/N's mouth falls open with a gulp, and Eddie wastes no time taking advantage. He shoves his jeans and boxers down just enough to pull out his massive, throbbing erection. It bobs heavily in front of Y/N's face, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the swollen tip.

"Take it," Eddie commands, fisting Y/N's hair painfully tight. "Suck it like a good little cockslut."

He slams his hips forward, shoving the first few inches of his thick shaft past Y/N's lips. The smaller girl gags and chokes, eyes watering, but Eddie just groans in pleasure and starts pistoning in and out of her tight throat.

"That's it, fucking take it," Eddie pants, setting a brutal pace. "Your throat feels so goddamn good wrapped around my dick. Such a perfect little cock warmer."

Y/N whimpers and squirms beneath him, drool leaking from the corners of her stretched lips. But she doesn't fight it, doesn't try to pull away. Eddie can see the desperate arousal in her eyes, the way her own nipples is straining against her pajama shirt.

"Fuck, you look so hot with my cock in your mouth," Eddie groans, releasing Y/N's hair to grab her cheeks and spread them wide. He uses his grip to control her head, slamming into her face with abandon.

Y/N's eyes roll back as Eddie fucks her throat raw, tongue lapping clumsily at the underside of his shaft. She can feel herself getting close, balls tightening as the pleasure builds at the base of her spine.

With a snarl, Eddie yanks Y/N off his cock by the hair. Thick strands of saliva connect his softening dick to Y/N's puffy, bruised lips. Eddie smirks down at her, the tip of his cock pulsing with need.

"Get on the bed and spread your ass for me," he orders, voice rough with lust. "I'm going to ruin this tight cunt."

Y/N scrambles to obey, crawling onto the bed and presenting herself with shaking hands. Eddie follows, shoving his jeans the rest of the way off before settling between Y/N's thighs. He runs his fingers through the slickness dripping from Y/N's twitching hole.

"So wet and ready for me already," Eddie purrs. "Such a desperate slut for my cock."

Y/N keens and arches into his touch, pushing her ass back against Eddie's hand. The older boy chuckles darkly and spits directly onto Y/N's entrance, rubbing it in with his thumb before pressing the digit inside.

"Oh fuck!" Y/N cries out, clenching around Eddie's invading finger. "More, please!"

Eddie obliges, scissoring and stretching Y/N's hole until he can fit two fingers inside easily. He curls them just right, stroking over Y/N's clit until the smaller girl is a writhing, begging mess beneath him.

"Beg me for it," Eddie demands, pulling his fingers out. "Beg me to fuck your needy cunt raw."

"Please Eddie!" Y/N sobs, grinding back against nothing. "Please fuck me! I need your big cock in me so bad! Please split me open and use me!"

A cruel grin spreads across Eddie's face at Y/N's desperate pleas. "That's what I like to hear."

He lines himself up and thrusts forward, breaching Y/N's entrance in one powerful stroke. They both cry out at the sudden intrusion, Y/N's body stretched taut around Eddie's girth.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight," Eddie groans, giving Y/N a moment to adjust. "Feels like this ass was made for my dick."

Y/N can only whimper and nod in agreement, walls fluttering around Eddie's thick shaft. The older boy starts moving, slowly at first, then building to a punishing rhythm that has the bed frame slamming against the wall.

"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" Y/N wails, pushing back to meet Eddie's savage thrusts. "Ruin my ass! Claim it!"

Eddie obliges, pounding into Y/N's clutching heat like a man possessed. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the room along with their mingled cries of ecstasy.

"So fucking good," Eddie grunts, leaning down to sink his teeth into the nape of Y/N's neck. "This cunt was made to milk my cock."

He snakes a hand around to fist Y/N's own weeping erection, stroking it in time with his increasingly erratic thrusts. Y/N keens and writhes beneath him, so close to the edge it's almost painful.

"Come for me," Eddie demands, voice strained with his own impending release. "Fucking come all over my cock like the desperate little cumslut you are."

The filthy words push Y/N over the precipice into mind-blowing oblivion. Her cock pulses in Eddie's grip as she shoots thick ropes of cum across the sheets, hole spasming almost violently around Eddie's pistoning shaft.

The tight, rippling heat is too much for Eddie. With a guttural roar, he buries himself balls-deep and finds his own explosive finish, painting Y/N's inner walls with thick spurts of searing hot release.

They collapse together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, chests heaving as they come down from the high. Eddie nuzzles into Y/N's hair, pressing soft kisses to her temple.

"Fuck, that was incredible," he murmurs, tracing idle patterns on Y/N's flank. "I knew you'd be a good lay, but damn."

Y/N just hums contentedly in response, snuggling back against Eddie's broad chest. Her eyes flutter closed as sleep starts to claim her.

As Y/N drifts off, Eddie tightens his arms around her possessively. He knows he'll never let anyone else have this perfect body ever again. From now on, Y/N belongs to him - to fuck, to fill, to ruin however he wants.

And Eddie fully intends to take full advantage.

[hoosurdaddy]

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[hoosurdaddy]

please please please a joe goldberg x reader smut with the same dynamic as Bronte and joe (older!employer x younger!employee)

xx

Hope this is okay

[hoosurdaddy]

Bookstore dreams.

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x reader.

Trigger warnings: smut, joe himself, power dynamic, dirty talk, breeding kink, dom/sub.

Note: I kinda went off the rails and lost the storyline sorry.

Request.

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A thrill ripples through you as you stand outside Joe Goldberg's bookstore, an old independent shop tucked away on a quiet corner of the city. You double-check the resume tucked under your arm, nervously smoothing your button-up shirt and pencil skirt. This job interview could be your chance to break into publishing - if you can impress the reclusive, mysterious owner...

You push open the door, a small bell tinkling to announce your arrival. The scent of old books and espresso envelops you. Behind the counter, a tall, dark-haired man looks up from his laptop, almond green eyes meeting yours from behind thick-rimmed glasses. Your heart skips a beat. It's Joe Goldberg himself.

"Hello, I'm here for the interview for the editorial assistant position," you say, stepping closer. Joe regards you silently for a long moment, his gaze intense and unreadable.

"Come with me," he says finally, voice deep and smooth like dark chocolate. He leads you to a small office in the back, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his button-down shirt. You feel a blush rising to your cheeks as you sit across from him.

The interview begins and Joe fires off question after question, his piercing eyes seeming to bore into your very soul. You stumble over your words at first, flustered by his close scrutiny. But gradually, your confidence grows as you discuss your passion for literature and your eagerness to learn the publishing business.

As you talk, you notice Joe's eyes flick down to your lips, then linger on the swell of your breasts before quickly darting away. A flicker of excitement ignites in your core. Could he be attracted to you too?

"Well, your qualifications are certainly impressive," Joe says when you've answered the last question. He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "But I have to wonder...do you have what it takes to work closely with me? I expect complete loyalty and dedication from my employees."

His voice drips with implication. A shiver runs down your spine as you imagine what other tasks he might expect you to perform in private. But your curiosity and desire have been piqued.

"I assure you, Mr. Goldberg, I would be completely devoted to you and this job," you reply, holding his smoldering gaze. "Whatever it takes."

A slow, wicked smile spreads across Joe's handsome face. He rises from his chair and rounds the desk, looming over you. You swallow hard as he leans down, his lips nearly brushing your ear.

"I look forward to seeing how far that devotion goes," he murmurs. His breath is hot against your skin, making you squirm with building arousal. "Welcome aboard."

Your heart pounds as you realize you've just been hired by more than just a bookstore owner...you're about to work intimately with a dark, possessive man who will stop at nothing to claim you completely.

—

Your first day at the bookstore is a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. You can hardly focus on the endless stacks of books and papers Joe piles onto your desk, too distracted by the way his ass looks in those tailored dress pants when he bends over to shelve a book. Or how his shirtsleeves ride up to reveal strong forearms when he's typing away on his laptop. Every time you catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne, you feel your panties growing damp.

Around lunchtime, Joe strides into your office without knocking, looking impatient. "Come with me," he commands, not even waiting for you to respond before turning on his heel. Your heart races as you follow him through the store and up a creaky wooden staircase. He leads you into what appears to be a small apartment, sparsely furnished but tidy.

"In here," Joe says, jerking his head towards a closed door. When you open it, you find yourself in a luxurious bedroom with a king-sized bed piled high with plush pillows and comforters. The walls are lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.

Joe locks the door behind you and turns to face you, his green eyes glinting with lust and possession. "I've been thinking about you all morning," he growls, crowding into your space until you're backed against the edge of the bed. "About all the things I want to do to this hot little body."

He grasps your hips and yanks you against him. You gasp as you feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing into your belly. "J-Joe," you stammer breathlessly, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. "We shouldn't...not here..."

But even as you protest, you find yourself arching into him, seeking more of that delicious friction. Joe makes a sound low in his throat and captures your lips in a searing kiss, plundering your mouth with his tongue. His hands roam your curves possessively, cupping and squeezing your breasts through your thin blouse.

"I've been waiting so long to get my hands on you," Joe groans against your lips, tugging your shirt from the waistband of your skirt. "To finally claim what's mine."

He makes quick work of the buttons and tugs the blouse off over your head. Then he reaches behind you to unhook your lacy bra, baring your breasts to his hungry gaze. "Fuck, look at you," he rasps, palming the soft mounds. "Perfect."

He ducks his head and latches onto one rosy nipple, suckling greedily. You cry out at the burst of sensation, tangling your fingers in his dark hair. His hand creeps up your thigh to slide under your skirt, pushing your panties aside to delve between your slick folds. "Jesus, you're fucking drenched," he groans in approval.

Two long fingers thrust inside you, making you buck and moan. Joe works them in and out while his thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles. "That's it, baby," he croons wickedly. "Let me feel this tight little pussy squeezing my fingers. I can't wait to sink my cock inside you."

Your head falls back as pleasure builds at the base of your spine, coiling tighter and tighter. Joe's lips trail up to your ear, nipping and sucking on the sensitive lobe. "Come for me," he demands huskily. "I want to feel you come apart on my fingers like the desperate little slut you are."

His filthy words send you hurtling over the edge into oblivion. You convulse against him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you, crying out his name.

As you slowly float down from the high, Joe strips off your remaining clothes with quick, impatient movements. Then he sheds his own clothes, revealing a lean, muscled body marked with scars and tattoos. His thick, heavy cock juts out from a nest of dark curls, flushed a deep red and leaking at the tip.

He pushes you down onto the bed and spreads your thighs wide, positioning himself at your entrance. "Beg for my cock," he orders, voice rough with need. "Tell me how badly you want me to ruin this pussy."

"Please, Joe," you whimper, writhing beneath him. "I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me hard and fill me up with your cum. Please fuck me like you own me!"

A dark, satisfied grin spreads across his face at your wanton pleas. "Good girl," he praises, before thrusting forward to bury himself balls-deep in your aching cunt.

You both groan at the sensation of finally being joined so intimately. Joe pulls back slowly before slamming into you again, setting a relentless pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room along with your cries of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" you wail, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him deeper. Joe complies with a snarl, jackhammering into you with brutal force. The bed creaks ominously under the strain.

"Take it," he growls. "Take my fucking cock like the greedy little cumslut you are. This pussy belongs to me now."

You're teetering on the brink of another orgasm when Joe suddenly pulls out. You whimper at the loss, but he flips you over onto your hands and knees, pushing your shoulders down to raise your ass in the air. He slaps your cheek hard enough to sting, making you yelp.

Then he's back inside you in one powerful stroke, pounding into you from behind. The new angle has him hitting that secret spot inside that makes stars explode behind your eyes. "Oh fuck, right there!" you cry out, pushing back onto his pistoning cock.

"That's it, fucking take it," Joe grunts, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he rutting into you like an animal in heat. "Gonna fill this pussy up with my seed. Breed this cunt and make it mine."

The vulgar words push you over the edge into mind-blowing ecstasy. Your pussy clamps down on him like a vice as you come screaming his name, milking his cock for all its worth.

Joe buries himself to the hilt one final time and roars as he finds his own release, pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside you. He collapses on top of you, crushing you into the mattress as you both gasp for breath.

As the sweat cools on your skin and your racing hearts start to slow, Joe props himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you with satisfaction. "Welcome to your new job," he murmurs with a lazy grin, brushing a damp tendril of hair from your face.

You return his smile weakly, feeling deliciously sore and well-used. This is going to be one hell of a working relationship.

[hoosurdaddy]

I love your Joe x reader x Love fics! You're such a good author and I just wanted to leave a little message to say your works are amazing. Have a good day!

Thank you 🧡 you’re very kind 🧡

[hoosurdaddy]

joe fucks you how you like it. literally. if you’ve had a rough day, trust and believe he will be there to rail that stress out of your body. even since you first started dating, he’s been able to read you expertly, can tell when you’re not feeling it.. or, reversely, can feel it in your body, hear it in your moans, see it in your eyes when you’re juuuuuust teetering on that edge. uses it to his advantage. you feel hungry with joe. like you never have before. he fucks you like he’s in debt to your body. joe has and will always be there for you to support you, he’ll take overtime on pleasing you, leaving himself untouched. hell, he comes from eating you out. he only wants to keep you satisfied. he loves you, after all.

[hoosurdaddy]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔸𝕚 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤 2.

Hello :) these are all my character Ai bots that I’ve created :) all are based off my stories so it’s not someone copying me.💕 these are all more or less the same:) I’ll be adding more.

Check TW beforehand.

Link for Character Ai bots masterlist 1.

𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕤.

-

𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤.

EMPEROR CARACALLA.

Emperor Caracalla.|| His heir.

Emperor Caracalla.|| Monkey business.

-

Wicked.

BOQ WOODSMAN.

Boq Woodsman.|| Trapped.

-

𝕋𝕧 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕤.

𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤.

EDDIE MUNSON. (Cont)

-

You.

JOE GOLDBERG.

Joe Goldberg.|| same person, different fonts.

Joe Goldberg.|| His therapist.

Joe Goldberg.|| His Neighbour.

Joe Goldberg.|| Paparazzi.

Joe & Love.|| Swingers.

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LOVE QUINN.

Love Quinn.||Manipulative lover.

Love & Joe.|| swingers.

[hoosurdaddy]

Rule. (Part 2)

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x reader x Love Quinn.

Trigger warnings: unhinged reader, obsession, love and Joe getting jealous, stalking, kidnapping. If I’ve missed any let me know.

Part 1.

After that night, something shifted.

Joe and Love had let you out of the cage.

You slept upstairs now—between them. You ate meals with them, laughed with them, curled up on the couch as if you belonged there.

Because you did.

But what they didn’t realize was how carefully you were weaving yourself deeper into them every single day.

It started small.

You’d let your hand linger a little too long on Joe’s when he handed you a book. Your fingers would brush his, your eyes going wide and shy when he looked down at you like you were some fragile, perfect thing he was terrified of breaking.

Then you’d laugh just a little softer when Love joked, looking up at her like she hung the damn stars, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way Joe never dared to.

You were careful.

Measured.

Deadly.

Because every time you leaned into one of them—just a little more—

the other one noticed.

You could feel it crackle in the air.

Joe’s jaw would tighten when Love tucked you into her side a little too possessively at dinner, her hand sliding around your waist as she fed you forkfuls of her homemade pie.

Love’s smile would stiffen when you praised Joe a little too sweetly about something stupid—how good he smelled, how safe you felt when he was near.

They didn’t say anything.

Not yet.

But you could feel it brewing.

Jealousy.

Possession.

Need.

It was intoxicating, watching them try to pretend they weren’t unraveling.

Watching them bite their tongues, steal glances, stiffen when you gave even the smallest attention to the other.

And you kept feeding it—drop by drop—until one night, it boiled over.

You were curled between them on the couch, your head on Joe’s shoulder, your legs draped over Love’s lap, your body perfectly tangled between theirs.

Joe’s hand absently brushed your hair back from your face, fingers threading gently through it.

Love’s hand, meanwhile, was tracing lazy circles against the inside of your knee, featherlight but deliberate.

You sighed, shifting slightly, letting your body press even closer to Joe—just enough.

You heard Love’s breath hitch.

You felt Joe’s hand tighten slightly in your hair.

The room grew thick with tension, heavy and electric.

“You like her like that, huh?” Love said suddenly, her voice too casual to be real, her hand still resting just a little too high on your thigh.

Joe’s body stiffened. “I’m not the one who’s been parading her around like a trophy,” he snapped back, the words so sharp you flinched—because you wanted to flinch. Wanted to feed the storm.

You shifted to sit up, feigning hurt, your lip wobbling just slightly. “Please… please don’t fight over me,” you whispered, your voice trembling with perfect fragility.

Immediately, both of them froze—guilt flooding their faces.

“We’re not fighting,” Love said quickly, reaching for your hand. “Baby, no. Never. We’re just—”

“We’re just figuring it out,” Joe cut in, shooting Love a hard glance.

You swallowed a smile as you looked between them, your hand clutching Love’s tightly while your body leaned ever so slightly back toward Joe.

Tearing them apart was going to be so beautiful.

[hoosurdaddy]

Freedom.

Pairing: Love Quinn x reader, Joe Goldberg x reader.

Trigger warnings: manipulation, emotional cheating, power imbalance.

The bookstore smelled like old paper and rain when you met her —

A flash of sunlight in the doorframe, a halo of blonde hair, eyes like sharpened knives.

Love.

Joe introduced her stiffly, almost reluctantly, like someone presenting a loaded gun to a room full of candles.

“This is… an old friend,” he said.

But Love’s smile was wicked, a secret stitched behind her teeth.

You knew — deep down — she was anything but just a friend.

Later, when Joe disappeared into the back, Love stayed.

Leaning close across the counter, close enough you could smell her — vanilla, peaches, something electric and wrong.

“You don’t know him like I do,” she murmured, fingertips tracing lazy, invisible patterns over your wrist.

Her touch was featherlight but burned like a brand.

You opened your mouth to object — to defend Joe, to say he’s good to me, he’s different now — but Love only laughed, low and dangerous.

She leaned in until her breath kissed the shell of your ear.

“He’ll cage you,” she whispered.

“I’ll set you free.”

You shivered, instinct screaming, blood roaring in your ears — but you didn’t move away.

Instead, you tilted toward her without meaning to, like a flower leaning into the sun.

When Joe returned, a tight frown on his face, you were already lost.

Love’s hand brushed yours under the counter, her fingers entwining with yours — bold, possessive, like a promise.

Joe watched, helpless.

And you just smiled sweetly up at Love, heart hammering in your chest, knowing you would follow her anywhere.

Even if it destroyed you.

Especially if it destroyed you.

[hoosurdaddy]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔸𝕚 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤 2.

Hello :) these are all my character Ai bots that I’ve created :) all are based off my stories so it’s not someone copying me.💕 these are all more or less the same:) I’ll be adding more.

Check TW beforehand.

Link for Character Ai bots masterlist 1.

𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕤.

-

𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤.

EMPEROR CARACALLA.

Emperor Caracalla.|| His heir.

Emperor Caracalla.|| Monkey business.

-

Wicked.

BOQ WOODSMAN.

Boq Woodsman.|| Trapped.

-

𝕋𝕧 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕤.

𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤.

EDDIE MUNSON. (Cont)

-

You.

JOE GOLDBERG.

Joe Goldberg.|| same person, different fonts.

Joe Goldberg.|| His therapist.

Joe Goldberg.|| His Neighbour.

Joe Goldberg.|| Paparazzi.

Joe & Love.|| Swingers.

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LOVE QUINN.

Love Quinn.||Manipulative lover.

Love & Joe.|| swingers.

[hoosurdaddy]

Character Ai- Joe Goldberg

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔸𝕚 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤 2.

Hello :) these are all my character Ai bots that I’ve created :) all are based off my stories so it’s not someone copying me.💕 these are all more or less the same:) I’ll be adding more.

Check TW beforehand.

Link for Character Ai bots masterlist 1.

𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕤.

-

𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤.

EMPEROR CARACALLA.

Emperor Caracalla.|| His heir.

Emperor Caracalla.|| Monkey business.

-

Wicked.

BOQ WOODSMAN.

Boq Woodsman.|| Trapped.

-

𝕋𝕧 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕤.

𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤.

EDDIE MUNSON. (Cont)

-

You.

JOE GOLDBERG.

Joe Goldberg.|| same person, different fonts.

Joe Goldberg.|| His therapist.

Joe Goldberg.|| His Neighbour.

Joe Goldberg.|| Paparazzi.

[hoosurdaddy]

Beg.

Joe Goldberg x reader x Love Quinn.

Trigger warnings: Bondage/Restraint, Blindfolding, Choking/Throat Play, Forced Submission, Oral Sex/Clitoral Stimulation, Praise and Degradation, Orgasm Control, Pain/Pleasure Mix, Intensity and Rough Sex.

Your body still buzzed with the aftershocks of the first round — raw, trembling, every inch of your skin alive with sensation. But they weren’t done with you. Not by a long shot.

Joe leaned back on his heels, eyes raking over your spent body like a man who couldn’t get enough of his prize. His fingers were slick with your arousal as he wiped them on your stomach, not bothering to clean off the evidence of what he’d just done to you. Love smirked, her eyes flicking between Joe and you, hunger still burning in them. You could tell they weren’t finished, not even close.

“You ready for more?” Joe asked, his voice gravelly, but dripping with satisfaction. He knew the answer.

You nodded, your body aching with anticipation, your mind swimming with a mix of lust and need. Love chuckled darkly behind you, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Such a good little slut,” she purred, her fingers digging into your hips. “You’ve only just started to take it.”

Before you could reply, Joe was standing, walking to the side of the bed. He returned with a length of rope, the silk material gliding through his fingers as he knelt in front of you. You tried to move, to roll onto your back, but a firm hand on your throat kept you where you were — exactly where they wanted you.

“Stay still,” Joe ordered, his voice low, demanding.

Love’s hands wandered over your body, tracing the sensitive lines of your ribs, your stomach, before they moved to your wrists. They pinned your arms above your head, the soft rope wrapped around them and tied to the bedpost with a practiced hand. The ropes were snug but not tight enough to hurt — just enough to keep you vulnerable and exposed, your body completely at their mercy.

With your arms bound, you couldn’t do anything but lie there, helpless, waiting for whatever they had planned next.

Joe’s fingers brushed over your clit once more, the lightest touch, teasing you to the edge of madness. He grinned when you gasped, your hips bucking slightly in search of more.

“You want it, don’t you?” Joe’s voice was like honey and gravel. He was so close, so close to giving you exactly what you craved, but he was holding back, testing you.

“Please,” you whimpered, your breath catching in your throat. “I need it.”

Love leaned down, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “Beg for it. Tell us how badly you want it.”

Your body shuddered under the weight of her words, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew what they wanted — needed to hear how desperate you were for them. How much you craved their touch, their control.

“I need you both,” you gasped, your words a broken whisper. “Please, don’t tease me anymore. Please fuck me, Joe… Love, please, I need it.”

Joe chuckled darkly, his hand still stroking your clit in slow, lazy circles. “You’re going to get everything you want,” he promised, before guiding himself into you once more. The stretch was intense, your body still sensitive from the first round, but it felt like heaven as he filled you completely, burying himself deep inside.

Love moved behind you, her fingers trailing along your spine before they landed on your ass, spanking you hard enough to make you cry out.

“Such a good girl,” she purred, her fingers slipping between your legs to tease you as well. “You’re so fucking wet for us.”

Joe’s pace was merciless — slow at first, but then faster, harder, each thrust a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. You moaned helplessly, your hips grinding up to meet his, desperate for more. Your mind was a blur of sensation, the ropes tight against your wrists as you writhed beneath them, your body moving in rhythm with theirs.

Love’s touch was everywhere, her hands on your shoulders, your waist, your thighs, but always just enough to keep you on the edge. Her voice was a constant presence in your ear, soothing and harsh all at once. “You’re taking it so well, baby. Such a good little slut for us.”

Joe leaned down, his lips hovering just above your ear as he thrust into you again, his hand gripping your throat once more, but this time, harder. You gasped, your pulse hammering in your ears as he tightened his grip, just enough to make your head spin.

“Such a good girl,” Joe repeated, his voice rough. “You were made for this.”

His thrusts grew harder, faster, and the tension in your body built to an unbearable peak. The pressure in your core was so intense, you could hardly stand it. But you didn’t want to escape it. You wanted them to take you completely, to push you to your limits.

“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” Love taunted, her voice sweet and venomous as her fingers slid between your legs, finding your clit once more. “Beg for it, and you can.”

“Please… please,” you begged, your voice ragged. “I need to cum. Please, let me cum.”

Joe’s grip on your throat tightened, and you could hear the satisfaction in his voice as he growled, “Cum for us, baby. Show us how good you are.”

And with that, the pressure broke. Your body spasmed, and you came, hard, your walls clenching around Joe’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. You screamed, your breath coming in short gasps, but they didn’t stop — not until they were both finished with you.

Joe’s rhythm faltered as he reached his own climax, his hand still gripping your throat as he filled you. His breath was heavy, and Love’s fingers were still teasing your clit as he pulled out, watching you collapse in exhaustion.

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“Tangled”

Joe Goldberg x You x Love Quinn —

Trigger warnings: Rough sex (consensual, but very rough), Choking, sub reader, Spitting, Hair pulling Degradation, Praise kink, overstimulation.

The bedroom smelled like sex and something sweeter — like the remnants of forbidden fruit after the first bite.

You laid between them, bare and burning, every inch of your skin hypersensitive under their touch. Joe’s fingers were slow, calculating, tracing circles over your thighs, while Love leaned in from behind, dragging her nails down your sides with a predator’s patience.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Love purred into your ear, her hot breath making you shiver. “All soft… and ours.”

Joe smiled, but it wasn’t sweet — it was sharp, knowing. His hand closed around your throat, squeezing just enough to steal a gasp from your lips. Not painful, just enough to make your blood buzz and your head spin in the most delicious way.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours, the praise sinking deep into your bones. “Taking it so well. You want more, don’t you?”

You whimpered, nodding, hips arching up into Joe’s touch shamelessly. Love chuckled behind you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back, exposing your throat even more to Joe’s greedy mouth. He didn’t hesitate — he latched on, biting and sucking until he left a bruised trail of ownership down your neck.

“You’re so desperate,” Love teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Pathetic little thing. Just begging for it.”

Before you could answer, Love spat — slow, deliberate — right onto your tongue. “Swallow,” she ordered. When you obeyed, cheeks burning, Love rewarded you with a hard slap to your ass, making you jolt.

Joe’s fingers slid lower, finally parting your folds, teasing, torturing. “You’re soaked,” he said, almost in awe. “All this for us?”

Love pulled you back against her chest, one arm tight around your waist, the other roaming possessively over your body. “She’s perfect,” Love said, voice thick with hunger. “Perfect little toy.”

Joe worked you open with two fingers first, slow but rough, curling them inside you, hitting that spot that made you whine shamelessly. Love kissed your shoulder, your neck, nipping hard enough to leave marks, as Joe’s free hand came back to your throat, keeping you still and needy.

When Joe finally pushed inside — thick, hard, relentless — you cried out, your body stretched to its limit. Love was right there, soothing and cruel at once, whispering filthy things into your ear as Joe set a brutal pace, dragging pleasure and pain out of you in equal measure.

They moved you like a rag doll, hands gripping your hair, your hips, your throat. Every time you whimpered, begged, or sobbed, they rewarded you with more — more pressure, more heat, more overwhelming, mind-melting bliss.

Joe reached around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing harsh circles while he fucked into you with punishing thrusts. Love knelt between your legs too, slipping her fingers in alongside Joe’s cock, the stretch obscene and addictive.

“You can take it,” Love said, breathless, her eyes locked onto your tear-streaked face. “You’re ours. You’ll take whatever we give you.”

And you did. You took it all — the roughness, the tenderness hidden underneath, the messy, degrading affection only they could give. You came hard, again and again, wrung out until your body trembled, until you had no voice left to scream their names.

Joe didn’t stop until he was sure you were ruined, collapsed between them, bruised and claimed. Love kissed your forehead, almost gentle now, petting your hair soothingly.

“You did so good,” Joe whispered, nuzzling your cheek, his voice hoarse and wrecked. “Our good little girl.”

And as the world spun around you, you realized you never wanted to be anything else.

[hoosurdaddy]

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥.

Cᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ. Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ. Nᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ. I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤.

Nest.

Rule.

𝕆𝕟𝕖 ��𝕙𝕠𝕥.

Tangled.

Beg.

Freedom.

[hoosurdaddy]

Anyone wanna request?

[hoosurdaddy]

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖.

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x unhinged!reader x love Quinn.

Check triggers before. Your own fault if you continue.

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Part 1.

Part 2.

[hoosurdaddy]

𝕁𝕠𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕘 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥.

Cᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ. Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ. Nᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ. I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤.

Nest.

Rule.

𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥.

Tangled.

Beg.

Bookstore dreams.