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❥ . . late night talking > joe goldberg

the ending lines of your book bring you to reality, and it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to everything around you that weren’t letters on a paper.

the clock beside you reads 12:09, you got completely immersed in your book for hours, and while the warmth of your fuzzy blankets , you miss the specific warmth of the man wearing a golden band that matches yours.

you shiver at how cold the tiles have become as you make your way to the living area, where your husband’s back greets you, hunched over a screen, one of his many students’ thesis splayed across it. he’s warm to the touch, and when you wrap your arms around his frame he leans back into your chest, rubbing the skin of your forearms with his thumbs.

“did i wake you?” joe’s chin tilts up as he stares at you, waiting an answer.

“not at all” a peck to his cheek and you’re tip toeing to sit on his lap. “im kind of famished, fancy a break?”

he stares at you for a couple of seconds, his lips slowly curving up into a smile when he giggles “sure hon” it’s such an endearing sight to anyone else, the two of you clinging to each other for anything silly as grabbing your keys and slipping on some shoes before heading out.

cheeseburgers are your choice of fuel, parking in the lot right after driving through. there’s music at a low volume serving as background noise as the two of you share food, talking about anything and everything at the same time.

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[6:57 pm]

“what would you do if i went to touch you now?” her hand is just beside your hip on the marble counter, her breath inching even closer from where it rested, her eyes stuck on your lips.

your friend’s halloween party was an annual thing. you and taylor always attended. only this time you were there together, well, in your quiet little minds. truly, you believed the two of you were doing well keeping the actuality of your relationship private. but you had failed miserably.

just from the way you looked at each other, everyone knew. you are in love.

“not much to stop it” you brought the hand around your wine glass to rest your cheek on, staring at her in all her tipsy-glory. set the scene, your back is against the counter, while only her left hip supports her on it. she cares way less about her comfort when she’s around you.

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i feel like rio’s so dominant-ish on the outside but in reality he just liked to rile up mommies, i think he is a 60% dom 40% sub switch for sureeee

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“Hey mama.” Rio’s voice brings your head out of the fog. You blink down at him and he met your gaze with a smug smile. “You aight?” 

Before you can respond his mouth lowers back between your thighs. Rio’s eyes stay on you as your eyes roll back and his tongue swirls around your clit. He runs his fingers over your slit and hums at the whimper he hears from you. Rio’s licks turn sloppy and his eyes flutter shut, his fingers plow into you. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and ground your hips into his tongue chasing your high. Rio moans around your clit in motivation, sucking softly. Your clit is practically buzzing with need as your hips buck harshly against Rio’s mouth and fingers. 

Rio watches closely as you come undone, moaning and toes curling. He smiles against you but doesn’t stop, he helps you ride out your high and he almost enjoys it more than you do. 

As you settled into the sheets, sighing softly, Rio began kissing his way back up your body. “Hey.” He brushes his lips over yours, “How you doing, mama?” 

“..mhmm…” You hum happily and pucker your lips in search of his. 

Rio pulls back a bit with a soft chuckle. “Nah hold on,” he lowers his mouth to your neck and presses soft kisses against you. And another under your ear, a third on your cheek, and the forth on the corner of your mouth. “You feeling good, ma?” Rio smiles at your nod as you look up at him, drawing circles on his shoulders. “Think I can do it again?” The glint in Rio’s eye sends you into a fit of laughter. “What you laughing for?” Rio asks in a stern voice, but there’s a smile on his face.

Rio doesn’t look away from you as he patiently waits for your laughter to subside. “Come on, ma,” Rio lowers down to kiss your neck again, making his way back down, “I think you can do it.”

A smile returns to his face as he slips his fingers between your slick folds and his mouth returns to sucking your clit.

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PENN SHAVED HIS BEARD DOWN TO A STUBBLE NOOOOOOOOOOOO

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it’s the way something takes over when you’re around them it’s not necessarily lust but more so love. It is the kind of love where it's borderline overwhelming, the kind that makes your stomach fill with butterflies and causes your brain to race thousands of miles per hour, but at the same time all you can think about is how much you want- no, need to make them feel that kind of love too, need them to feel the affect they have on you, that’s desperation, that’s also just how Chan made you feel.

If you were ever asked to describe Chan's love, you would say that it is pure, merciful, and more importantly than anything else it was addictive. Every touch and kiss, no matter how innocent the act may be, always left you craving more. Because of how clingy and needy you’d become for him, Chan would enjoy teasing you about it, especially during sex.

“Yeah, you want it? I don't think you do, why don’t you show me how much you want it”

“I don't think that was good enough. How bout you beg for me, yeah?”

The sex would be languid, almost lazy like. After Chan teases you for a while, he switches to praising you, oh how pretty his praises sound slipping past his pillowy lips, every last one of them reserved for you and only you. Chans hold on your hand tight (but not tight enough), while he slowly rolls his hips back and forth.

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Helllooo, I was wondering if you could write a smutty fic with Joe Goldberg. Thank you very much and I hope you have a nice day. ❤️

posted something like this!✨

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❥ . . kiss me like you mean it > joe goldberg

he’s been thinking about you all day, how he overheard you talking about him to your friends.. he’s never really been full of himself, but the way you talked him up and told your friends all about how good he made you feel, how big you thought he was, he couldn’t wait to get home and make you feel all the better and listen in while you tell them.

joe tries to fast forward through all the formalities, walking home, putting down his belongings and getting to you. just the sight makes him hard, you look so innocent, so delicate watching the tv in a t-shirt and fuzzy shorts. and you greet him with the sweetest smile. he can’t believe this is his life. it all worked out. this was his happily ever after.

“hi” he sighs, smiling blissfully when his lips touch yours. he’s thrown an arm over your shoulders, and his other hand cups your jaw. “mm- something on your mind sweets?”

“you” a whimper leaves you when he cups you over your shorts.

“then come on, kiss me like you mean it” he’s chuckling as he tightens the hand on your jaw and presses harder kisses on your lips. his hands are calloused, rough, but just as the sting of his beard, they’re something you now can’t live without. “i heard you the other day” his eyes focus on your red- swollen lips, even as he tugs on the bottom one with his thumb

“hm?” for better comprehension, you pull away from joe and stare at his eyes, waiting for elaboration.

“i think it’s cute that you talk to your friends about me” he makes sure to initiate eye contact when he slithers his hand inside your shorts. the pads of his fingers move expertly on your clit, they gather your slick spreading it around and using it to draw circles and figure 8’s slowly and torturously knowing it’s just how you like.

“joe..” your fingers play with his beard next, gasping at his moving fingers. he only hums as a response and nudges your cheek with the tip of his nose.

“i want to take my time with you sugar” joe always thought he had a deadline, to find the right woman, to settle down and marry, but you make him feel like he has all the time in the world. you make him want to enjoy all the little things and take his time. you’re all he thinks about every day, every second, even when he’s supposed to be discussing british literature he can’t stop thinking about you.

he gently carries you with an arm under your legs and another around your shoulders, as if you were his bride which (to be honest, you soon were about to be anyway) and leads the two of you to your room, where he makes sure to spend all night showing you how much he loves you

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★ MY MUSE ─ joe goldberg !

╰➛ all the beautiful paintings in the museum begged for his attention, but he only looked at one and that was the one of you.

pairing — joe goldberg x f! reader

warnings — reader wears dresses. he’s very suggestive.

kaus’s note 𓈒⟡ ݁. been a little down lately so i decided to write this 1:00am. i hope you enjoy.

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“look at how beautiful she is,” you smiled, at the painting the two of you stood at. she was, he had to admit, but he only gave the picture a quick glance before looking back over at you. he hadn’t payed the pictures or statues much attention the whole time, he noticed. maybe it was because you only stood and looked at a painting or statue for one minute— two if you’re ucky, before pulling at him to look over at another, or because he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the smile that had been stuck on your face the whole time. he couldn’t decide.

the museum was quieter than expected, maybe because it was monday. a lot of people had work— he did to, but he called off. joe didn’t call off too often. only times when the day involved you. he’d promised you months ago to take you to the museum for your birthday, but he’d gotten too caught up in work to actually take you. he apologized in many ways that night: kisses, hugs, dinner, love making ;). he only hoped it made the prettiest smile he’d ever seen gather on your face. and it did, but even so, he felt bad for weeks after; hating how sad you looked when he told you he’d forgotten.

so he made time this week to take you, and god was your smile making it so worth it. he watched as your eyes moved away from the painting to another one a couple paintings over. your eyes grow wide and you squeeze joe’s hand tighter in pure excitement. “look, joe!” you pointed, pulling him over to it. “look. look. look,” you said, wanting to skip over to it, but joe’s body weight slowing you down. “i’m looking, beautiful,” he laughed softly at you. once standing in front of it, he didn’t understand your excitement. yes, you had pulled him over to other paintings before but never sprinting towards one.

he didn’t understand until you stood in front of it and explained. “she looks like me, yeah?” you smiled, and he looked back and forth from you to the painting. the woman stood in what looks like a field of flowers. the flowers were different colors, but so were her eyes. the bright sun that beamed on the woman gave the flowers and her eyes much more color. you could only see half her face because she seemed to be interested in something in the sky. her smile might’ve been more blinding then the sun, he thought. the, what looked like, harsh wind flowed her white dress and hair around her body.

he couldn’t really put his fingers on it, but you did look similar. maybe it was the curve of her smile or the curve of her hips that made him think that way. joe secretly wanted to snatch it from the wall and take it home so even if you were to run from him in pure terror, he could have a piece of you. he decided against it though, switching his final glance to you. “so are you a vampire from…” he looked below the painting where it showed when it was made. “…1987?” he smiled, now looking back at you.

you hit his chest playfully with a laugh. “no…” you smile before moving closer to joe. his hands were quick to move around waist. “and i’m sure if i was, i would beg the gods to take me since i didn’t have you.” the line makes his heart flutter. he could only smile from ear to ear and give your lips a deep kiss. he tastes your chapstick on his lips and feels your hips in your dress, and he swears he’s about to take you on the floor but you pull away. you see him chase your lips and you let out a airy chuckle.

“if all i had to do was make up one corny line to get you to kiss me like that then you should’ve said so,” you smile, but he’s quick to pull you in for another. wanting just a couple more minutes of your lips on his before he had to play his “sweet boyfriend” role again. you lightly moan into the kiss this time and as soon hears you do, he pulls away, teasing you just like you did him. “what would be the fun in telling you?” he grinned making you roll your eyes.

𓏲 ★  2023 starr-k !!

WRITERS NOTES : sorry i’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately :))

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gamer!harry and gf where you both set aside a day a week to play on stream and make each other blush with cute little flirting

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i feel like joe isn’t very detailed kink-wise, like he just fucks hard and fast and that’s it. no dirty talk no foreplay not even spanking or choking. so what if he’s just a simple get it done guy until he meets you? like he just gets the urge of doing other things to you, exactly what kink is entirely up to you. thx in advance!

i honestly feel the same way, joe has always been a selfish lover and when he fucks it's not really about the person under him, it's about him and his stupid ego. he was so used to just wanting to finish but it was different, he wanted it to last longer with you, you made him feel so different so he tries to do and learn different things and especially if you're into other stuff.

he'll try them out because he wants to be the best you ever had, he needs to be the best that you've had so you won't want anyone else.

he's much more into foreplay wanting to drag this out as much as he can, he'll take his time teasing you, dragging his hands up your body and kissing every piece of you.

you wanna be choked? he's gentle at first because you don't know that those same hands had been used to kill and he doesn't want you the way he had hurt the others. you wanna be praised? he'll tell you how good you are and how you make him feel. wanna fuck in public places? he'll pull you into the bathroom and fuck you in the stall. you want him to pull your hair and mark you consider it fucking done.

he NEEDS to be the best you ever have. he needs you to need him, he needs you to be almost lost without him.

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Hi, just wanted to say that I LOVED your Joe fic! 😍

thank u thank u thank u! im so glad, im excited to keep writing for him! <3

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❥ . . jealousy, jealousy > joe goldberg

- joe’s happy you’re making friends in london, until he notices the way that stupid writer looks at you.

joe’s hand settles on your hip as soon as the door closes behind him. it’s become a habit since your early stages of relationship. he simply follows as you say your hellos and press your cheek against other girls’ faces with loud kissing noises.

from what you told him, he wasn’t really interested in meeting your friends, if anything he thought of them as one of the many reasons he clung to you a little bit tighter every morning

“y/n, you made it!” joe watches as a peppy blonde throws her arm over your shoulder, not minding how the two of you were almost tangled together.

“hi! phoebe, this is my husband, joe” the blonde brightens up (something joe thought impossible) when you present him. he only nods with a small smile and shakes her hand, despite her attempts of hugging him.

she smiles “come, come. i have to introduce someone to you”

his hand burns into your side, fragments of earlier and your poor attempt of a quickie still in your head as the two of you follow after your friend(ish) to a secluded bar. where a pale, almost your height man sat, swirling his shot of whiskey in its glass. joe recognized him immediately. it’s rhys montrose, the writer nadia had been talking to him about earlier.

“rhys! y/n, the girl i had been talking to you about and her husband joe”

“it’s my pleasure” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. joe doesn’t miss the way his eyes roam you over, throwing the cleavage of your dress a longer stare, he watches you all over, probably imagining lewd scenarios only your husband was lucky to experience.

he wants to leave then and there, but he wants to give it a chance, for you. he can’t think of another reason as to why he would sit there and gulp through this guy’s staring and his always dismissed attempts at flirting with you.

he sees a perfect window when you excuse yourself from the group, something about the powder room, which you never get to, because along the way, he manages to sneak the two of you off to one of many guest rooms.

he knows you felt it too, the way rhyse was staring and making inappropriate jokes, undermining joe and your relationship, inviting you on many scenarios in which he wasn’t included, he doesn’t need anything other than his rough lips and kisses to express what he’s feeling right now.

angry, jealous, possessive? those were just a few of the feelings coursing through him as he moans into your mouth, caving and letting your fingers tangle in his hair and steer him around like a puppy.

“please” your plead breaks him, you look so pretty like this, everytime, even if you were worse than him, kinkier, dirtier, he adored having you like this, under his frame, blushed, sweaty and with your chest racing as if you had just gone running.

“i don’t know doll, what exactly are you asking me for?” his nose nips at your cheek and so do his lips, pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin as he waits for an answer

“fuck me.” he groans when you whisper so sweetly. “please, i want you inside me”

“fucking hell” he struggles to pull away from you even slightly. “you just know i can’t resist when you ask me like that”

there’s some fumbling, but he manages to fish himself out of his pants, tucking your thin underwear to the side before he easily sinks inside you. the two of you make animalistic- guttural sounds at the feeling, and he can’t help when he says

“can’t believe that guy thinks he even has a chance” he chuckles against your jaw before nipping at it, and he just stares. at your furrowed brows, your parted lips. and he listens to your whiny noises and how needy you get for him, and he feels complete.

not as fulfilled as he feels though when he’s sure rhys has heard you, moaning his name over and over until you come.

“y/n?” there’s some incessant knocking, and a faux concerned man on the other side. “are you okay in there darling? you’ve been a while”

“y-yes. yes! im good rhys. i’ll be out in a minute, i think”

“is there anything i can do to help?” god, you wish you could see the two of you from afar. joe’s nibbling at your jaw and neck while your arms around his own keep you closer than ever, your fingers tangling in his hair as you clench your pussy around him. you can’t pretend you’re just touching up your makeup in there. you can care less if the man is waiting for a response, the way joe whispers against you both reassurance and degradations sends shocks of electricity to your poor and abused bundle of nerves.

“are you gonna come?” he chuckles “come on my dick baby, let him hear you. let him know he will never be inside you. that he will never make you feel this good. show him”

“fuck- joe. i’m so close, please”

“i know angel, i’ve got you.” almost on purpose, his hips slam deeper and faster, his thumb quickly presses back and forth on your clit and with his beard grazing against your neck it all becomes too much for you to take. and you’re soon shaking around him, biting his lip after a chain of profanities and his name that you hoped were masked by the music playing outside.

all of this, unaware of the encounter your husband was going to have just outside the door with the relentless writer who did in fact hear everything that just went down

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❥ . . welcome! this is my everything else blog!

– i have a main blog where i write for kpop ggs, but in this one i write about everyone else i like! (taylor swift, penn badgley, victoria pedretti, harry styles, bang chan, etc)!!

- i accept requests!

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jealousy, jealousy. | joe goldberg

kiss me like you mean it | joe goldberg

late night talking | joe goldberg

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