Now I Need A Part Four To The Agegap Au With My Girl Tashi….. Art’s Been Teasing About It Too Much

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that reality check hitting after reading smut

hi what are your current interests

I’m been really into smallville right now the show about Superman but teen wolf is always one and the X-men and marvel

But omg I’ve been making these yogurt bowls and there so good

white boy goes to Jupiter and shocks waiters by ordering in perfect Stupider

reblog if you've read all the peculiar children books i want to know you exist

“HOPE” found in Washington D.C.

It’s purring.

MEOWWWWW

I just need to say I love your work it’s so good and the way you write Joe too? Don’t even get me started. Could you maybe do one where the reader has a bad day and hasn’t slipped in a way and Joe kinda has to help them slip and he’s really sweet to her and kind (very much fannon Joe) by yk Joe being Joe he thinks about what he’s gonna due to the person that made your day bad if you could that would be great! No rush!!!!

A/N: Thank you!!! Again I LOVE getting Joe requests, I put a lot of effort into writing them, there's no sfw content anywhere for him so I take great pleasure in making it for people! Joe's great to write for too because his character is just soooo unique so it makes it easier to get that inside voice he has right if that makes sense. Ok I'm rambling, enjoy!

Worth It

Pairings: Cg! Joe Goldberg x Fem! Little!reader

Word Count:1.1k

Warnings: usual warning for Joe! Language, reader is called stupid (not by Joe), implied violence.

Joe's waiting for you when you come home from work as always. He likes to wait for you with a homemade meal or simply a warm smile. You have a stressful job and he helps you relax afterwards because that's just the kind of boyfriend he is. Usually you come home stressed, giving him a weary smile and a kiss before heading to the shower to wash off your long day. But not today.

He can tell somethings off when you walk in. You're biting your lip anxiously, not giving him your usual loving greeting. Something's up with you.

"Hey baby, you ok?" He questions softly, moving towards you for a hug.

Before he even gets to you you break down into tears. "He was s-so mean to me!" You cry, clutching on to Joe when he pulls you to his chest.

"Who was baby?" Joe questions, a hint of panic lacing his voice. "What happened?"

Who hurt his girl?

"My boss." You say, voice breaking as you say it. "He literally s-screamed at me in front of everyone. He made me feel so stupid." You sob, burying you face into his shirt, body shaking with the impact of your sobs. Joe brings his arms around you, kissing your head while shushing you. He's incensed.

What kind of low life fuck gets off on making a pretty, smart little thing like you cry? When all you do is work your ass off to please him? This is not gonna fly.

"Oh baby I am so fucking sorry. Why would he do that? You've been working so hard recently."

You shrug your shoulders, shaking your head. "He s-said my work wasn't good enough n that I-I didn't try hard enough but I did Joe I promise." You look up at him, your oh-so-innocent eyes now bloodshot and puffy.

Oh this fucker has to die. Of course you tried! You always try you're his, he loves you because you try- ok Joe gotta focus. She needs you.

"Oh baby I know. You've don't have to explain to me I know you've been trying. It's not you're fault that your boss is an idiot."

"Was so mean." You mumble. "Do you think I'm stupid Joe?" You look into his eyes with that borderline puppy-dog expression on your face and you look oh so sad.

You just need his reassurance. Your dumbass boss doesn't get to make you feel like this. He's going to make sure it never happens again. After he makes you feel better.

He brings his hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face. "Of course not baby. It's your boss who's stupid. He doesn't know how good he's got it."

You sniffle, shaking your head. "Bad day."

Joe nods. "I know." He coos, wiping stray tears from your cheeks using his thumbs. "But you're home now. Daddy's here baby."

You don't know when you started slipping but it's happening. Joe can always tell, he's good with things like that. "Gotta get changed." You mumble tiredly.

"Want some help?" Joe offers with a slight smile. You respond by simply holding your arms out towards him. He picks you up swiftly and carries you into the bathroom, grabbing you some pjs on the way.

He places you down onto the granite counter top beside the sink, turning on the warm water and wetting a cloth before helping you wipe your make-up off. When it's all off he rinses it out and puts it under cold water.

"Close your eyes, good girl." You do as he says, letting out a muted whine as you feel your eyes instantly cool as he places the cloth on them. After a minute he lifts the cloth back up and you feel him put something cold on your face. You open one eye, keeping the other screwed shut, looking up at Joe.

He chuckles. "It's just your moisturizer baby, don't give me that look."

This makes you smile, closing your eye again as you let him rub the moisturizer into your skin in small, languid circles.

"There's that smile." Joe murmurs, finishing up with your skincare and tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ears.

You open your eyes, feeling thoroughly smaller now.

God. You're adorable. How could anyone purposely hurt you ?

"You want me to help you get dressed little one?" You nod your head, thumb drifting up to rest on your lips, dangerously close to slipping into your mouth.

Joe gently takes your wrist and pulls it down. "Uh uh" he reprimands quietly, lifting you down from the counter and helping you into your pjs. You lift your hand up to your lips again but you stop when you see the look Joe's giving you. You can't help the little frustrated whine that escapes you but Joe is quick to soothe.

"Shh shh, I'll get you your pacifier soon, ok? C'mon, let's fix your hair."

He softly pulls a comb through your hair, detailing the knots and putting it up into a bun.

"There." He says when he's finished, booping your nose, smiling when you giggle at him.

"Beautiful baby."

You blush at the attention, burrowing your head into his shoulder.

"Alright, c'mon kiddo" he says, sweeping you up into his arms yet again and bringing you into the kitchen, not before grabbing your pacifier from your bedroom. He makes you a sippee cup full of hot chocolate and gives you a snack.

"Thank you Daddy" you say in between bites, looking up at him with a smile, mouth covered in hot chocolate.

Joe's heart clenches. Even when you're small you're so polite. You just want to please. That's all you ever want to do. His minds starts spiralling again at the thought of your boss. You worked overtime! You clearly put huge amounts of effort into that project, just needing some recognition and your he called you stupid? The jackass with a comb over called his little girl stupid? No wonder his wife left him, guy has the emotional intelligence of a fork.

He's roused from his thoughts by your voice.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah pumpkin?"

"Colour now?"

Joe smiles. "Of course sweetheart." He cleans off your face with a napkin before pulling out your colouring books and crayons to let you scribble happily beside him, occasionally calling out to him so he can see your masterpieces. As the evening wears on you slow down, pacifier in and colouring abandoned, breathing slow and even as you sleep in his arms.

Two weeks later your boss doesn't show up for work and you never see him again. Joe seems to share your slight worry but that's immediately overshadowed by the fact that you were promoted to your bosses old position.

That night Joe falls asleep with a smile on his face.

Worth it.

𝑫𝑰𝑬𝑻 𝑷𝑬𝑷𝑺𝑰 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. you mess around with your neighbor matt in his car

smut, virgin!goodgirl!reader, kinda bad boy!matt, fingering, dirty talk, car sex, pet names, age gap (reader is 17 matt is 19)

1.7k words

cool spring air breezes in through the cracked windows of matt’s old school cadillac parked in an abandoned playground as he’s got you spread across the leather seats, your pink dress hiked up to your waist and his jeans lost in the front seat. soft whines leave your lips as matt’s rough and calloused hands smooth over the skin of your thighs, gently spreading them apart to display your soaked panties to him. a smile tugs across his pink lips, feeling smug about getting you that wet from just a little dirty talk and kissing, although it was out of your control. you were seventeen, and didn’t have any real boy experiences. a couple elementary school crushes, whispered secrets in the hallways of junior high about boys who liked you. but never real. never in the backseat of your next door neighbor’s car while he’s kissing up your stomach.

you hear him laugh across your skin as he trails his wet kisses closer and closer to your sternum, your lower half exposed from the easy access of your lace and cotton dress. “awe baby,” you hear him whisper in between the wet smacks of his kisses, “getting so worked up for me.”

you moaned softly, threading your fingers through his brown hair. “can’t help it,” you said quietly, “feels good.”

he pulled away, a lopsided smile on his face as he smirks down at you. matt’s always had a little thing for you ever since he saw you across the street when he was ten and you were eight. he’d thought you were the prettiest girl in the neighborhood - which to his ten year old self was the whole world - and he knew he wanted you. as he got older, matt’s reputation had dwindled, hanging with the wrong groups in school, constantly getting himself into unwarranted trouble. he knew you were supposed to stay away from him, your parents rules. they kept you sheltered away from him, going as far to make sure you both aren’t bringing the trash to the curb at the same time. he laughed to himself, imagining their reactions to finding out he had their sweet little girl at his mercy in the back seat of his car.

he leaned down, gently holding your jaw in between his index and thumb, pulling your lips in close to his. “you wanna feel really good?” he asked almost inaudible, blue eyes flicking between your parted lips and doe eyes. “because i know how to make you feel really really good.”

your eyes scrunched together, feeling yourself get wetter from his words alone. you rapidly nodded, breathing out a soft “yes” as matt chuckled, leaning down to kiss you hastily with an open mouth.

you whined, kissing him back as you tried to keep up with his pace, his mouth moving expertly against yours as he swallowed all your pretty sounds. his hand that rested on the car door above you slowly crept down, running down the curves of your soft skin, smiling as you shuddered at the touch. his large hands caressing your stomach, gently keeping you held down as you squirmed underneath his touch.

“pretty, pretty girl,” he praised as he broke away from your lips, sucking and biting his way down your neck, leaving his sinful marks across your delicate skin, “so fucking pretty.”

your chest was on fire from his praise, loving the way the compliments spilled so effortlessly from his mouth. he left hickeys and kiss marks all along the collarbone and the valley of your breasts, claiming you as his. you moaned quietly while he began to suck a mark into the cleavage of your boobs, groaning at the taste of your skin. “so fucking good,” you hear him sigh from in between your tits, his face buried, lips and tongue mouthing at the plush skin.

he pulls away, almost looking as if he were drunk off the tase of your skin alone. his blue eyes are dark as his chain dangles above your face, the silver metal swinging back and forth. he studies your expression, as innocent as ever, before sitting back on his knees and smirking. his gaze falls to your legs that are still open, your panties on full display for him. his hands grip your calfs, gently pushing them back to keep your knees pinned up as he shuffles himself around to be sitting right in between your pretty little spread legs. his hands delicately caress the skin of your thighs before he begins talking to you.

“look at you,” he whispers, “all grown up and in the back of my car.”

you almost squirm at his touch, your body on fire everywhere his fingers graze. you look up at him, eyes desperate while he simply smiles down at you. “please,” you manage to rasp out.

his smirk widens, an eyebrow cocked up. “please what? you’re a smart girl, i know you can use your words.” a whine leaves your lips in response, every syllable you want to say getting caught in your throat as matt’s hand inch closer and closer to your heat. “tell me what you want beautiful, ‘m not a mind reader.”

your eyes scrunch up in pleasure as matt’s fingers teasingly run along the band on the underside of your panties, his fingers right next to where you needed him. you swallowed, trying again. “please,” you whispered, “make me feel good.”

he laughed darkly from above you, slipping a finger into your panties, his long slender digits moving up and down your folds. “you want me to make you feel good?”

you nodded, not trusting your voice to speak. he looked to you for permission, and grinned as he saw your head bobbing up and down. he slowly removed your cotton underwear, pulling it off your legs delicately before stuffing the material into his back pocket.

he peered down at your glistening folds, reaching out to touch softly. “look how pretty you are,” he mused underneath his breath, running his fingers along your wetness achingly slow, “all this f’me?”

“mm - shit - yeah,” you breathed, the sensation of matt’s fingers down there something you had never felt before. your cheeks burned a bright pink as matt continued to tease you, your already soaked pussy leaking as he kept on talking.

“i’m gonna make you feel amazing, got it sweetheart?” he told you as his other hand slowly slid down your knee and caressed your stomach. “and i want you let me know that it’s good. you can do that for me, yeah?”

“yeah, mhmm, got it.” you blabbered, just waiting for him to do something. you were about to open your mouth to speak, an airy moan leaving your lips instead as matt pushed a finger inside of you. he smiled at the sounds you were making, little moans and gaps, as he fully pushed his middle finger in and out of you slowly.

you were an absolute mess, matt knew it too, and he had barely done anything yet. you bit your bottom lip, whining slightly as he continuously moved his fingers in and out, quickening the pace as the other hand gently pulled your lip from your teeth. “don’t hold back,” matt told you huskily, “be loud. wanna hear you.”

your jaw fell slack as you looked up at his smirking face, moaning loudly as his finger began to curl up inside of you, hitting a spot you didn’t even know was there. he continued his ministrations, grinning to himself as he watched you fall apart in the backseat.

“gonna add another one, can you handle it?” the brunette spoke, his voice sounding far away as you were too far gone in your pleasure. you weren’t sure if you nodded or spoke, your mind a complete haze as matt stuck his ring finger in as well, moving in and out of you faster than he had before.

“matt,” you gasped, your hands reaching up to hold onto him for support. his long fingers curled up inside of you, repeatedly hitting the sweet spot that made you see stars. you could feel your stomach turning as you arched up into his touch, your legs spasming. he chuckled from above, leaning down to bring his lips to yours, his thumb now rubbing against your sensitive clit. you moaned loudly against his lips, practically panting into his mouth as he slipped his tongue in. the kiss was lust-filled, your lips messily working against one another’s, a clash of tongues together and teeth biting lips. he pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting you both as he wiped it away with his thumb, holding your chin and jaw.

“baby, baby, baby,” he grinned as he peered down at you. “feeling good? you close?”

unable to speak, you nodded, your face contorting in pleasure while his fingers curled inside. he leaned down to your ear, nibbling at the skin before speaking. “i want you to let go f’me. make a mess on my fingers, doll.”

with that, you threw your head back as you moaned matt’s name, coming undone. your sweet arousal coaxed his fingers you came all over his hand, matt slowly working you as you rode out your high. your breathing came in short, ragged gasps, your brain trying to process the amount of pleasure that just washed over you as matt slowly brought his fingers to his lips, sucking the juices off as he peered down at you. “tastes so sweet,” he whispered, cleaning you off his fingers. he brought his hand down to your parted lips, sticking his fingers down your throat. “here.”

you whined, sucking the tase of yourself off of matt’s fingers as he pulled them out with a pop, running his thumb along your bottom lip. you looked up at him, eyes wide, and your hair a mess as it spilled over your shoulders. your chest heaved as matt continued to admire you, running his hands all over your body. “you alright sweetheart?” suddenly feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you, you nodded as your eyes fluttered shut. matt laughed from above you, gently pulling you up, fixing your hair and dress. “c’mon, baby, let me bring you home.”

© mattscoquette

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: i loved making this sm. since when was addison rae serving cunt. i am obsessed w this song. anyway my creativity is slowly come back i love this for me let’s pray to god i don’t crash out again bc i almost deleted my blog. hope u all love!!! love u all to bits

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE STURNIOLO TRIPLETS, Nick, Matt, Chris Sturniolo thank you for being the light at the of the tunnel for me, thank you for making me laugh when I was down, Thank you for being you. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY HAVE THE BEST FUCKING BIRTHDAY YALL FUCKING DESERVE IT HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Guys I can’t hold it in anymore…

masked men are my life line. I’m not joking like it’s actually so bad all keep thinking about is the one scene from dinner in america where he puts the mask on to fuck her and I just can’t AND THEN I find out there’s a tag for this??? Going feral