Has anyone dealt with issues on selling Markiplier fanart on Redbubble? I’m asking because recently I’ve been dealing with some issues and I can really use some help. My recent designs / art I uploaded onto my account, which are all the following fanarts below, all made by myself, all of them got taken down for supposedly violating the copyright? I didn’t post any designs that were not my own, or plagiarize anything, so I’m honestly not sure what to do. If anyone has any advice or has any similar experience, I would appreciate some help.
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.”
hello!!!!!!!! would you do joe that learns a little too late that the reader age regresses when super stressed? (not sexual, just comfort) thank you lovely xoxox
Didn’t Know You Needed Me
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Joe doesn’t notice at first.
He thinks you’re just tired. Quiet. Maybe mad at him.
You’re curled up on the couch with your knees tucked under your chin, hugging a stuffie he’s never seen before. You’re wearing one of his old sweatshirts — sleeves swallowing your hands — and watching a cartoon with wide, glassy eyes.
He says your name.
You don’t respond.
“Hey…”
“Are you okay?”
Still nothing. Just a tiny shake of your head.
Joe kneels beside you, heart crawling into his throat. You’re not just being quiet. You look… small. Shaky. He gently brushes your hair back and sees it: the faint tear tracks. The way your lip’s wobbling.
“Sweetheart,” he says softly. “What’s going on?”
You don’t know how to say it. You just sniffle and whisper:
“Too much.”
And then—barely above a breath—
“I’m little.”
Joe stills.
It takes him a second. Not because he’s upset. Just because he didn’t know. You never told him. You were scared he’d think it was weird or childish. But all he does is let out a slow, careful breath, like he’s trying not to scare you.
Then he says the gentlest thing he’s ever said:
“Okay, baby. Thank you for telling me.”
“What do you need right now?”
You blink at him, surprised. You weren’t expecting understanding. And definitely not the way his voice softens even more. He’s not confused. He’s concerned.
He grabs a blanket and wraps it around your shoulders, tucking the stuffie in with you. He doesn’t leave. Just sits on the floor next to you while you watch your show, rubbing your back in slow circles.
“You’re safe. I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “No one’s gonna hurt you, okay? Not while I’m here.”
Later, he brings you a juice box and asks if you want him to read to you.
He chooses a book with pictures.
He doesn’t even hesitate.
When you finally crawl into his lap and fall asleep, he holds you like you’re made of glass.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know sooner,” he whispers into your hair.
“But now that I do? I’ll always take care of you. No matter how little you feel.”
Can you write a joe goldberg x reader where they are out at a bar and the reader gets a lil too tipsy and flirty with another guy and joe gets all jealous and it ends with them dry humping and making out against a wall outside the bar??? I love your stuff ohmigod
omg yes absolutely! and thank you so much, you're so sweet <33
Jealousy, Jealousy (Joe Goldberg x gn reader)
Warnings: SMUT, Joe has jealousy issues lol, reader is a little tipsy but they're still sober enough to consent, dry humping, heavy making out (against a wall), slight exhibitionism, hickeys/biting/marking, brief degrading/Joe has a slight humiliation kink here, gender neutral reader so genitalia and the like aren't specified
Five minutes. Five minutes, that's all he'd been gone for, just to come back to see you hanging off the arm of some other man.
Seriously?
Joe scoffed as he glared at you from the corner, watching you place your hand on the mystery guy's chest and whisper something that he could only assume was needlessly provocative into said guy's ear.
That should be him that you were hanging off, him you were whispering in the ear of.
Scowling, he quickly made his way over, not even bothering to apologize to the few people he managed to bump into. "Hey," he greeted in a tense and strained voice, looking like he was about to crack a tooth from how hard he was clenching his jaw.
At first he thought that maybe it was a mistake. Maybe you were too drunk to realize that guy wasn't him, maybe you hadn't even noticed that he'd left, maybe you'd just so happened to cling onto the nearest tall, attractive person with dark hair under the assumption that he was your boyfriend.
Until you glanced over, and he saw the cheeky glint of mischief in your eyes and the shit-eating grin on your face. "Oh, baby, hey," you drawled out slow and lazily, your speech a little slurred from the alcohol that was currently pumping through your system. "Where have you been? I was looking all over for you. I was so worried."
If he'd been a cartoon, his face would've been bright red with anger and steam would've been seen coming out of his ears. "Don't 'hey, baby' me," he snapped while grabbing your arm, not hard enough to hurt you but certainly firm enough to where you couldn't wiggle away from him. "We're leaving, now."
"Aw, but I just made a new friend," you replied with a pronounced pout, giving him your best puppy dog eyes in hopes of winning him over.
But he was having none of it, refusing to even acknowledge the guy as he furiously dragged you away (the guy in question was fortunately smart enough to leave well alone and let you go without protest).
"I'm never taking you out again, do you hear me? Never again," he practically scolded, his long legs moving almost too fast for you to keep up with.
"But baby-" you loudly began your complaint before he grabbed you by the collar. You felt the breath get knocked out of you as he roughly pushed you up against the wall of a nearby alleyway outside the bar.
"Enough," he snapped harshly, his eyes full of pure envy as he glared at you. The sexual frustration he was fighting with was so strong you could practically feel it pressing against you. Or maybe that was just his hard-on in his jeans. "What have I told you about flirting with other guys, huh? What did I say?"
Huffing, you averted your gaze from him, well aware of the answer he was looking for. "Not to," you grumbled with a childish pout, not enjoying the way he was currently reprimanding you. "But it's not my fault you left me all alone in there."
"I had to use the bathroom," he hissed out through gritted teeth, his patience starting to run thin. "That doesn't give you the excuse to go cozy up to some other guy like I don't even exist."
"Aw, baby, you know I didn't mean to," you purred out in that sultry tone you always knew worked on him, one of your hands slipping down to fiddle with the hem of his pants as you spoke. "I just missed you, y'know? I was lonely and needed something to help me pass the time. I'd never actually cheat on you with someone else, you know that."
As much as he hated to admit it, the charm you were trying to win him over with was working. "Come on, don't try to seduce me when I'm mad," he muttered half-heartedly as your fingers slipped through the belt loops of his pants and used them to tug him in closer, his hips pressing flush against yours.
The corners of your lips curled upwards into a smug smirk when you realized your plan was working. "I missed you so much while you were gone," you continued in a pathetic sounding tone, your hands letting go of his pants so you could wrap your arms around his neck instead.
The growl he let out sounded heavenly, like music to your ears. He trapped you up against the wall of the alleyway while his hands moved to grab onto your hips. "Don't tease me," he warned in a low voice, but you simply snickered in response.
"Make me," you whispered back, and that was all it took for the floodgates to open up and all of his self-control to crumble as his lips met yours in a passionate embrace of teeth and tongue.
"You can be such a brat sometimes," he mumbled into your mouth, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip after. He could tell just from the look on your face how much you were enjoying yourself.
"Only with you." Those three little words caused his grip on you to tighten as he jolted his hips into yours, relishing at the sudden feeling of friction between you.
There was no possible way for his cock to get any harder, but somehow it did. "Say- say that again," he demanded in a soft and breathy voice as he leaned his forehead against yours. "Say that you're only like this with me, that you only do this stuff for me."
You knew exactly what he wanted, of course. He wanted validation, he needed it, even. It was something he was so helplessly desperate for. He needed you to reassure him that there would be no other guys, not now or ever, that he was the only one. And with the pitiful way he was staring at you, how could you ever refuse?
"Only for you, Joe. You know I only have eyes for you, babe," you murmured before grabbing the collar of his coat and tugging his lips back to yours in another passionate kiss, one that was even more intense than the last.
He couldn't help but start to grind against you, acting like a dog in heat with the way he was dry humping you right up against the wall of some random alleyway where anyone could look down and see you. At that point, he didn't care who saw. He just knew that he needed you, and he intended on having you, one way or the other.
You, on the other hand, were delighted and even giddy at his eagerness. Normally you'd be a bit more hesitant to have your boyfriend get so handsy with you in a semi-public place, but the alcohol running through your veins gave you just enough of the liquid courage needed in order to successfully banish those fears away and replace them entirely with the overwhelming experience of lust you always had for him whenever he became possessive like that.
The whimpers and pants that exited his mouth uncontrollably were just the cherry on top, the previous look of rage at having another guy touch you being completely overtaken by his primal urge to take you and make you his. You let out a noise that was a cross between a moan and a sigh when you felt his lips meet your neck, biting and sucking at the area in an attempt to mark you, to claim you as his and his alone.
The pace of his hips was unrelenting as he kept you pinned to the wall, the feeling of his boner rubbing against you through the fabric of your pants making you just as crazy as he was. "God, you're such a fucking slut for me, Joe," you commented mindlessly as your fingers curled through his hair, directing his mouth to a lower spot on your neck in the process.
Your words didn't seem to upset him, and if anything only happened to turn him on even more. He buried his face further into your neck while gripping onto your hips so tightly you were certain he'd leave marks behind, his movements in tandem with yours as you'd started to thrust upwards in an attempt to match his speed.
When he finally came, he bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood, trying his best to muffle the humiliating sounds that were doing their best to creep out and escape from him. You finished soon after, your body tensing up and going limp from the amount of energy you had drained from you.
"Second round at home?" You questioned once you were able to catch your breath, to which he merely letting out a short laugh and pulled your body closer to his.
"As long as you promise to never flirt with another guy again," he bargained in turn, just as exhausted as you were even if he was also itching for more.
He was so naive for thinking that would be the one and only time you'd ever purposely flirt with somebody else. With the kind of reaction you'd managed to gain from him, this was only the beginning. It was decided: you'd have to make him jealous more often.
End notes: I love writing smutty joe fics omg
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