SHARKBOY305

@alexagirlie issued a challenge :D from this post on X https://x.com/nakoneart/status/1768013866225602621

to draw my faves like this:

Good morning Hotchreid nation

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Character- Joe Goldberg

Show/Movie- You

Warning- Murder, mentions of murder, covering up a murder, Psycho husband, dad reader!, loosely inspired by the show Ginny and Georgia, lowkey might make this a series

Females dni

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Perfect. That’s what you and Joe faked to be, just for this life. A fresh start. The perfect family, The perfect couple, the perfect dad, the perfect house, even the perfect town. Joe had worked his ass off to make it here with you and your son, Henry. He’s done things he isn’t proud of. You both have but look where it leads you. In a nice suburban neighborhood filled with rich people. You both had gotten away with so much and you could practically taste the sweet victory. Well, you almost tasted the victory.

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“Have a good day champ.” Joe smiled as he ruffled Henry’s dirty blonde hair. He let out a short pout before turning around to walk toward his elementary school. Joe still couldn’t believe Henry had recently turned 4, time flew. “ It’s crazy how fast they grow huh?” There appeared a random guy that Joe definitely didn’t know. Possibly a friend of [Name]?

“Definitely, seems just like yesterday I was changing his diapers.” Joe chuckled. He didn’t want to entertain this guy but you both promised to give this new place a try, which meant sometimes entertaining randoms. “Well, he looks very well-raised. Who’s the lucky mom?” Aw, there it goes. The assumption of the other parent. Happens a lot more than you think. “Lucky father.” Joe corrected. The man sent a stern yet apologetic look. “Sorry for assuming, I just figured he was probably Guinevere Beck’s, or Candace’s, hell maybe Love Quinn’s. Who knows with your past.” He stated nonchalantly.

Hearing those names made Joe’s blood go cold. Who was the random man and what was he planning? The unwanted memories started to flood in and Joe couldn’t take it. “I’m sorry but you must have the wrong guy. I have no idea who any of those people are whatsoever. Now if you don’t mind, I have some cookies to buy.” Joe left without saying a word.

He slammed the door to his newly owned SUV. He thought he covered his tracks so well. Sure, there were a few bumps in the road, some bigger than others, but he always cleaned up well. So he thought at least. The car began to shrink into itself as Joe struggled to take his belt off. The smaller the car got, the more squished he was within the car. Until a notification pinged on his phone…than the allusion suddenly stops. It took a while for Joe to recover but when he did he checked his phone he saw that his husband had called and message him multiple times.

[Desired Contact name]

[name] - Did you drop Henry off yet?

[name] - Where are the cookies?

[name] - I need those cookies for the neighbor’s party

[name] - Joe?

[name] - Are you ok?

[name] - Text back as soon as you can

Joe mentally screamed at himself in the mirror knowing he was going to get his head yelled off when he gets home. He sent a quick text back and then started the car. He’s fucked.

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Joe pulled into his new driveway in a hurry. He rushed towards the trunk to get the bags, got his keys, and ran to unlock his door. After putting down the bags of groceries he yelled throughout the empty house, “[Name]?”. “Upstairs!” Is what he was met with. Before he could even open the door fully he was immediately bombarded by your mess. “Where were you? You know what that doesn’t matter right now. Did you get the cookies? What are you wearing? What took you so long? Should we match? Did you find a job yet? How was Henry's drop off? Did he cry?” You continued your pacing around the room while doing random tasks still waiting for joes answers.

“I went to our local Walmart. I did indeed get the cookies. I’m wearing what I got on now. The lines and traffic were a lot longer than usual today. No, couples that match publicly are weird. I, unfortunately, have not. The drop-off was amazing, Henry took it like a champ. And no he did not but,” Joe dragged as he reached out for your hips to stop your pacing and for you to focus on him “You need to stop for a minute and breath.” He chuckled and you followed along. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ve been a mess recently.” You laughed. Joe's smile slowly started to fade.

“Speaking of mess..” Joe sat on the bed ready to take whatever reaction. “Mhm.” You questioned slowly and suspiciously. “Well, this man walked up to me today, and… he knew about my past.” Joe finished. [Name] gave him a blank stare at first then bust out laughing. “Joe anyone can know anyone’s past just by a simple Google search.” You rolled your eyes and walked down the stairs. You were one of the few that knew your husband's past and a normal person would’ve been worried for the sake of your family, but you were far from normal. The family you come to practically foreshadowed your future. So it wasn’t surprising that you ended up with a serial killer.

“[Name] he shouldn’t have been able to find me unless he’s been looking for a while.” You wished he would just drop this already, it was honestly ridiculous. “Listen, Joe,” You inhaled loudly out of frustration. “We have this nice house, great cars, and a wonderful family. We built this perfect life from the ground up and you’re over here stressing about some wack job that knows a little bit about you.” Joe’s eyes found their way toward the ground. “Let’s just go to the party and worry about this later. As in tomorrow.” You reasoned and Joe shook his head yes at that idea.

You grabbed the cookies and neatly placed them in a layout tray as if you did them yourself. The walk over to the house party was quiet. Thank god it was just next door. Joe went to knock on the door lightly and waited for someone’s arrival on the other side. When someone finally did both of your mouths immediately dropped for different reasons, however. Your mouth dropped since the man that stood before you was one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life. You couldn’t tell if that was a bruise or a birthmark on his eyebrow but what does it matter? He was still hot both ways. Joe's mouth was wide open because this was the exact man from earlier today and after a glance at your facial expression he knew this mysterious man was going to be a problem. A problem for the life you built here, a problem for the things Joe had done in the past, a problem for you.

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Character : Jeremiah Fisher

Show : The Summer I Turned Pretty

Warning : Fluff

Author note : MAYYYY be my favorite fic I’ve written in a whileeee

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This was Jeremiah’s third time this week pacing back and forth in your room, ranting about Belly. She had only arrived less than a week and she’s already managed to get the golden blonde haired boy riled up.

“Why doesn’t she understand that I’m the one for her…” Jeremiah has yet to slowed down his pacing

Ironic. That’s the only word you can use to describe the scenario you’re facing. Jeremiah is stressing about Belly not being able to see the blessing in front of her as if he’s not doing the same thing. You’ve been friends, scratch that, best friends with Jeremiah for 12 years now. That’s 12 years of platonic I love you’s, platonic sleepovers and hangouts, but above all it’s 12 years of heartbreak.

Seeing Jeremiah ‘glow up’ and everyone (boys and girls) drooling over him was heartbreaking. Having to pretend to be happy for him when he find someone random to take home was heartbreaking. Seeing him stress over a girl that’s clearly into his brother is heartbreaking. However, you sucked it up because at the end of the day he’s your best friend that you love, and you stick by the people you love…right?

“[Name]! Were you even listening?” Jeremiah snapped which immediately brought you from your thoughts. “Yeah, no. What were you saying?” Jeremiah sat on your bed taking the bear, Fluffy, he gifted you playing with its ears. “Is everything ok? Anything you wanna talk about it?” THIS. This is why you fell for the boy. He cared, like really cared unliked most. “I promise, I’m fine.” With a quick nod Jeremiah continued what he was talking about before. “I’m thinking about doing a horror movie night with some friends. It’ll be the perfect excuse to get close to Belly. Zero lights, a spooky movie, some snacks, than BOOM teen romance.” Jeremiah spoke excitedly. “Yeah, you should go for it. Y’all would have a lot of fun.”

“Y’all? I think you mean WE! You have to be apart of this.” Jeremiah demanded, hands on his hips as if he’s correcting a bad child. “Must I?” You groaned. “Cmon! It’s all of your favorite things combined. Movies, Food, and Me.” He finished with a big smile, gabbing ahold of Fluffy to add to this already adorable site. Do you love movies? Yes. Some good food? Yes. Spending time with Jeremiah? No doubt. Spending time with Jeremiah and Belly in a room for well over 2hours? No fucking thank you. However, you made sure to not let this be shown. Jeremiah wanted you there so you’ll be sure to be there. “Ok.” You groaned. “YES!” Jeremiah smiled

—————Night of movie hangout—————

“We have a spooky 90s movie, snacks, juice, blankets, and pillows. Anything I’m missing?” Jeremiah asked double checking to make sure everything was perfect. “Nope, I think your overthinking and stress payed off well.” You laughed, putting the last bag of popcorn in the microwave. “Everything’s ready!” Jeremiah yelled to the four teens he made sure didn’t come downstairs while he was setting up. “Oh my god finallyyy, what took you so long!” Taylor groaned. “We had a slight snack emergency but [Name] was sweet enough to drive by the grocery store for some candy.” Jeremiah smiled. “Whoop Whoop! Go [Name]!” Steven cheered as he grabbed a piece of candy.

“Is that so?” Taylor sudctively asked. She slowly walked towards you, twirling a strand of her hair. “Hi, I’m Taylor. Belly’s totally awesome best friend that came to vist her.” She spoke with a smile, tying it all in with a small but classy hair flip. “Nice to meet you Taylor, I’m [Name]. Jeremiah’s best friend.” You laughed. It was quite obvious she was hitting on you, and you’ll be lying if you said you found her confidence non-amusing.

Suddenly, Jeremiah appeared next to you. “The movie’s about to start.” Taylor sent a quick smile your way before walking towards the living room. Before you could walk off, Jeremiah grabbed your hand pulling you closer . “I tried to sit by Belly but she asked to sit by Conrad before I could ask her. What should I do?” Jeremiah was clearly stressing over the inconvenience in his oh so ‘perfect’ plan. “Just sit on her other side.” You chuckled. “Right obviously.” He laughed clearly holding another thought in. As you were about to turn away, he once again stopped you in your tracks. “By the way you can ignore Taylor, she’s just a huge flirt. Definitely not your type.” This was definitely a site to see. Was the Jeremiah Fisher , a known play boy, jealous of Taylor flirting with you? You chose to simply nod in response, this time managing to successfully walk towards the movie with the others.

40 minutes into the movie, you sat up to get some more popcorn. Once you made it back you looked around the room to see everyone except the host himself. “Where’d Jere go?” You whispered to Steven, the only other person on the floor with you. “He said he needed some fresh air. He went out back.” Steven shared quickly, eyes still glued to the tv screen stuffing yet another hand full of popcorn. You swiftly stood up again with one objective in mind, to find Jeremiah. It didn’t take long to find him, you could see him walking back on forth on the lot’s mini pier. As you slowly approached Jeremiah, his head shot up.

“Shit, did I distract you from the movie? Sorry.” Jeremiah immediately apologized but you shook your head in response. “You didn’t. Why are you out here?” You took a seat at the nearest chair. “At first everything was going smoothly. Until I heard Conrad and Belly whispering and giggling about a few things. I left when Belly kept jumping towards him everytime something scary happens.” Jeremiah ranted walking back and forth, just like he did in your room.”Well I think yo-“ You was cut off. “I mean FUCK how can she be so stupid in love with him? What does he have that I don’t?” You were about to speak again but Jeremiah made sure to cut you off again.

Why did he put himself through this. Could he not see how amazing and beautiful he was? Hell even now, face stained with tears, watered eyed, face covered with stress, he looked like a Greek god. “Shut up.” Jeremiah stopped his pacing to face you. “What?” You stood up to face him “Shut the fuck up. Jeremiah you’re fucking amazing. From the way your smile brightens up the room to your fucking walk. Jeremiah you’re damn near perfect. You could have whoever you want yet you’re stressing over a girl who’s in-love with your brother. I mean DAMN did it ever occur to you that I’m right fucking here. You’re best friend that you’ve said I love you to everyday for 12 years is RIGHT HERE. For 12 years I’ve waited for you to get the hint that I’m in love with you. That I’m so effortlessly in fucking love with you. Yet, nothing happened. So I’m done waiting, here I am Jeremiah Fisher saying that I love you and not as a friend.”

This left Jeremiah stunned. This was your chance to do what you wanted to do for the last 12 years. You cuffed his face into the palm of your hand, ignoring every burning sensation telling you to stop. Instead, you focused on what was right in front of you. “I’m gonna kiss you now.” You stated, being met with a nod from Jeremiah. As your lips clashed with his, the entire world paused. Your lips moved effortlessly with his, as if they were made for each other. The kiss was deep, yet sensitive, you wanted to enjoy this moment and you did. As you parted, your lips had a tingle to it. It felt empty without Jeremiah’s lips attached to them.

Hope Mikaelson x Male!reader

A/N if it's not clear this is no humanity Hope

You and your friends had snuck into a bar off campus and you were mesmerized by a beautiful girl you saw on the dance floor.

She noticed you watching her and gestured for you to join her so you gave your friend your drink and pushed your way through the crowd of people. 

"I'm Hope," she tells you as you begin to dance with her. 

"Y/N," you reply over the loud music. 

A few songs go by and now her back is pressed up against your front, seriously turning you on. 

"You must have had a pretty good fake ID to get in here," she jokes. 

"I- uh," you stutter realizing you've been caught.

"Don't worry I'm not 21 either," she laughs. 

"I'm a freshman at the college down the road," you inform her. 

"Good to know," she smiles, "you want to go the bathroom and have sex?"

Once again you're caught off guard and don't know how to respond, obviously you want to say yes but you don't want to be too forward either. 

"I'll take that as a yes," she grins, taking your hand and guiding you to the bathroom in the back of the bar. 

She locks the door and kisses you, backing you up into the sink. 

"You are so hot," you say in between kisses. 

"I know," she says tugging on your bottom lip with her teeth. 

You flip your positions and sit her on top of the sink, your hands gliding up her thighs and over her tight jeans to her waist. 

She lifts herself enough for you to pull her jeans down around her ankles and you rub the wetness gathering on her underwear. 

Hope releases your hard cock from your jeans and strokes it a few times making you groan. 

"You sure you want to do this?" You ask for reassurance.

"You're sweet Y/N but we are not leaving this bathroom until you make me cum and for your safety, I'll be gentle," she states. 

"What does that mean?" You chuckle.

"You'll see," she grins, pushing her underwear to the side and teasing herself with the tip of your cock.

"Oh wow," you say as your cock gets coated in her wetness and slides inside with ease.

You give a few slow thrusts, Hope's hands going to your back and clawing at your jacket. 

"You better move faster," she growls and it's like she has you in a trance, your hips are instantly thrusting faster without you even trying to do so.

"Does this feel okay?" You question and Hope rolls her eyes at your unwanted gentleman attitude at this moment. 

"Much better Y/N," she says, attaching her lips to your neck. 

She's roughly sucking on your neck which normally you wouldn't be so into but it feels so good you physically can't tell her to stop. 

You swear you feel sharp nails against your back but how could she possibly break through the thick material of your jacket? 

"Touch me," she commands and you reach down to rub circles over her clit while you fuck her. 

She's moaning and gasping, so close to cumming so she bites down on your neck and you're in pure ecstasy. 

How did this random girl have such an effect on you?

"Oh shit," you gasp as you cum.

Your body is trembling so Hope takes over stimulating her clit, bringing her to her climax. 

When Hope's orgasm ends she pushes you a step away from her and hops down from the counter, pulling her jeans back up like nothing happened. 

"Thanks for the orgasm," she winks at you. 

You're still in a blissful haze, feeling like you've done a mixture of drugs to take you out of your own body. 

Without another word Hope leaves the bathroom and you get yourself together. 

Looking in the mirror you see two puncture marks on your neck dripping blood and surrounded by dark hickies.

"What the hell is that?" You question, inspecting them and that's when you notice something else. 

You turn around and look over your shoulder to see the back of your jacket in shreds with what looks like literal claw marks in your skin, "she calls this gentle?"

You run out of the bathroom to try to find Hope, needing answers but she's gone. 

"Dude what did that chick do to you?" One of your friends asks seeing the state that you're in. 

"Did you see where she went?" You ask them looking around the room.

"Sorry man, she dipped as soon as she left the bathroom," another says, "but at least you got some from an insanely hot girl in a fucking bar bathroom."

"Yeah… I guess you're right," you say disappointed. 

Bonnie Bennett x Male Reader

Warning • Smut.

Request- after watching the vampire diaries and bonnie bennett being so incredibly beautiful I need a reviret for her she needs more love than the show gave her…. so male reader x Bonnie Bennett. reader is Klaus’s brother and he is a hybrid like him, in which everyone always wants something from her.

You haven't seen Bonnie in a week, and you started to get worried. You usually see her almost every day, you asked your family and friends about her but they hadn't seen her. You did call her but it goes straight to voicemail, you did call her three times but she didn't pick up or send you a text.

You get in your car and drive to her house. You are hoping she is okay. At the red light you check your phone and she hasn't called back. You keep driving and you parked your car in front of her house. You get out of the car and look at the windows, can't see anything because of the curtains. You went to knock on the door, the first time she didn't open the door. But you didn't leave, you kept knocking on the door non-stop