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amnesique · 8 months

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jealous conrad fisher? smut if you want, but it doesn't need to be

false god — conrad fisher

(gif made by @conradfiisher , all credits to the creator)

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, slightly praise kink (not mentioned but—), NOT PROOFREAD

you were outside at a college party and you were talking to some guy that approached you while you were waiting for your boyfriend to show up. you didn't know what was taking him so long, but you were starting to feel uncomfortable that the guy wouldn't stop looking at you up and down, even though you already mentioned that you had a boyfriend who you were waiting for.

disconnecting from the conversation for a few seconds, you pulled out your phone and texted conrad, your boyfriend, to let him know that that guy was bothering you and to hell him to hurry up. exactly then the guy wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you towards his body and forcing you to look up from your phone to his face.

"are you texting your boyfriend?" he asked, grinning like a douchebag, leaning even closer to you, if that was even possible.

what was wrong with him? didn't he believe you that you had a boyfriend or did he take it as some kind of a sick challenge?

you tucked your hair behind your ear, putting your phone back in your pocket, wanting to take his arm off of you, but he held you close. "yeah," you said, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. "i actually am," you smiled politely, trying in vain to be nice to such a piece of shit.

"where is he?"

"he is right fucking here," conrad's voice spoke from behind you two and it made you let out the breath you hadn't even realized you'd been holding, your body relaxing a bit as the guy removed his arm off of you to turn around and look at your boyfriend. "that's my girl in case you didn't know,” he added and moved closer to you and placed his hand protectively on your waist.

the boy threw his hands in the air, pretending not to know anything about it, and you almost laughed in his face, while conrad held back himself from killing him.

he left, so it was just you with conrad, but his grip around your waist hadn't loosened. he was still stressed, you could feel it in his touch, but at the same time your mind was going elsewhere when you remembered how his fingers felt on his skin.

"what was all that about?" he asked you, continuing to look in the direction the guy had taken her, but you couldn't help but look at how good he looked. your mind didn't seem to work every time he would appear around you, mostly when he would touch you like that.

you shrugged, and that was the first time he had ever looked only in your direction, focusing now all of his attention on you. "i did told him that i have a boyfriend, but i guess he took it as a challenge."

conrad grinned and he pressed you against his body, continuing to keep his hand around your waist. "you're so stunning, i'm not surprised he dared to take a look at what's mine," he said, caressing your cheek with the thumb of his free hand as you locked your gaze on his.

he knew the effect his words had on him. he knew how to make you melt in his hands, how to make you a complete disaster under his touch.

"are you saying you're jealous?" you asked, looking at his lips, noticing how he laughed and you felt your whole body shake when he did it.

"i don't have reasons to be jealous when i know i'm the only one you think of," he said and his hand moved from your cheek to the chain around your neck that he had given you, tugging on it gently.

you longed for his kiss, for him. and he knew it, and that's why he was dragging it out as long as he could, until he would've lost his mind too. it wasn't easy at all for him to look at you and not kiss you, but it was worth teasing you a little bit.

both of his hands moved down to your ass, on top of the material of your dress, pinning you against his body, and kissing your neck, making you rest your head on his shoulder and letting out a weak whimper right next to his ear.

his teasing was already becoming his torture because he couldn't afford doing more than this to you in public, so he whispered in your ear. "do you want to take this to my car?"

you nodded, feeling how he wanted you too because of the approaching between your bodies. "yes, please," you said and he grinned into your hair, staying a little longer in the moment and after that, he rushed to the car, pulling you by your hand after him.

you awkwardly chuckled behind him. it was kind of funny how needy you both were when it came to the other, how easily you would've ignite for one another.

when you two got to the car, the both of you stopped and looked at each other. conrad was unsure of his next move, and he just kept caressing your hand that he was still holding, looking at you as if he could see through you, even though it was actually dark where his car was parked. "soo," he said, exaggerating the last letter. "how will it go?"

you grinned at him, and he felt the ground slipping from under his feet, as you opened the driver's door, motioning for him to climb in first. he looked at you confused for a second, but your grin wouldn't go away, so he eventually caught on your idea, so he climbed in, pushing his chair all the way back and reaching his hand out to you.

you accepted his hand and sat yourself carefully with your thighs on either side of his lap as you closed the door immediately behind you.

you leaned into him, your chest pressing against his, and you kissed him, slowly, wanting to make him lose his mind like he did with you.

he placed one hand placed on your waist —and you let out a sound right then— and the other placed on your cheek, caressing it in circles. the ring on his thumb made such a lovely contact with the skin of your cheek and it made you lose yourself in the kiss, at one point even slightly parting your lips, at which point he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

your tongues teasing each other, fighting for dominance, as the kiss only increased your desire even more.

he had been the first to break the kiss, his hand still on your cheek and his breathing heavy as he said, "i need to feel you."

and you felt the same need.

you agreed, bringing your foreheads together, just enough to try and steady your breathing as you felt yourself starting to get even wetter at those words, and feeling him hard right under your ass.

because you were wearing a dress, you only had to deal with his clothes, so you slipped your hands between your bodies to undo his pants. feeling a little freer, conrad made a faint sound of relief, and he moved his hips a little higher —making your front sliding right against his erection, making you let out a soft sound as well—, to make your work easier.

once his jeans and his boxers were out of your way, you stood up a little, him helping you put your underwear aside, and when you laid back down on him. he buried himself inside of you, inch by inch, making you rest your head on his shoulder to mask the needy whimpers that escaped your lips.

he lifted your chin with two fingers, making you look into his green eyes that were burning into your skin, leaving his mark on you. “let me hear you,” he whispered, and then, seeing how you looked at him, he couldn't help but connect his lips with yours in another tender kiss.

his movements were full of desire, but also tender, moving somewhat slowly inside you as he kissed you like his life depended on it and as one hand of his massaged your clit.

you were grinding on top of him, putting your hands on either side of his neck as he helped you, holding you by your waist with his free hand, lifting you up and down on him.

it felt so good, way too good, that you started moaning into the kiss, knowing how much he loved hearing you.

"you're doing such a good job," he whispered in your ear, taking a break from kissing your lips, and going to place kisses on your neck.

you dropped your head to the side to give him more access to your neck, arching your back, and you felt yourself tighten slightly around him.

"just like that," he groaned next to your ear, increasing the rhythm in which he massaged your clitoris, him wanting to bring you to your orgasm as quickly as possible, because himself also couldn't last much longer.

your hands slid from around his neck to his shoulders, you pulling him close to you as the knot in your stomach felt too tight, almost close to breaking free.

both of your breaths had become rushed once again. you could hear him next to your ear as you could even hear yourself. that rushed they were.

"i'm sure no one could've made you feel this good, right?" he asked you, feeling your walls tighten more around him.

you nodded, chasing after your orgasm and starting to kiss him under his near, on his neck, on his jaw.

his jaw clenched, struggling to hold himself back a little longer, even if his movements had become sloppy. "tell me, do you think that douchebag would've made you feel this good?"

you couldn't believe what you were hearing, but still, his jealousy had just been what made you let go.

unable to hold on even longer, as he felt the release wash over you, and your breathing slowly beginning to ease against his neck, conrad let go as well, his release filling you as a little bit of it was leaking down your inner thighs.

with him still inside you and you on his shoulder, your breathing had calmed down, but you hadn't forgotten what he said exactly before you finished, so you looked up to look at his eyes.

"you said you're not jealous,” you said amused.

he looked at you with his lips parted and his short front hair catching in his eyes. "well, i'm not."

you moved a little on top of him, as he whimpered and you shivered, so you can put your hands around his neck and get a better look at him. "and then what was that before?"

“i don't know what you're talking about,” he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“you do,” you said with a grin on the corner of your mouth. “ too well” you added, as you leaned over him to capture his lips into another kiss.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitp fanfic #tsitp x reader #tsitp x you #tsitp x y/n #conrad fisher #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher fluff #conrad fisher smut #team conrad

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amnesique · 8 months

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Hey ! Can you do a fic with Gabriel Guevara, where he and the reader are on a vacation

hey there! i'm not writing for gabriel, i was only writing for his character, but now i won't do that either— sorry 🤍

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so good 😮‍💨🫶🏻

Caught (OP81)

Summary: Y/n’s and Oscar’s fun in his room takes a surprising, awkward turn very quickly

Warnings: a heavy make out, a conversation about condoms and aftercare

When Harry Met Sally played on the TV as Y/n and Oscar laid tangled together. The house’s usual commotion gone with his parents out to dinner and his sister sleeping over at a friend’s house, the couple got to bask in a peaceful moment amongst the usual chaos. Her hands rested under his shirt, against the warm torso, while his trailed up and down her back. Y/n’s eyes weren’t even on the TV as her head laid against his chest and his mind wandered elsewhere, not paying attention to the sappy scene playing out. With nothing to do and only each other, the two thought of a time where they could do this all the time, a period where they were the only residence in a small house.

Finally, breaking the silence, Oscar whispered, “Is this really your favorite movie?”

Sitting up, her hand left his stomach to rest against his chest, “Yeah, always has been. Why?”

He smiled at her lightly, “Because you aren’t watching it.”

She giggled at his observation, “Well, as long as I can hear it, I can see it. I’ve watched it so many times, I can match the dialogue to the scenes in my head.”

His eyebrows lifted, “You have too much time on your hands.”

Feigning offense, she brought her hand to hold his cheek, “Maybe, but I like it that way.”

His smile getting bigger, Oscar pulled her down, so their lips hovered over one another’s, “I like it that way too. Makes it easier to see you as much as I want to.”

He didn’t give her much time to process what he said, or even respond, as his lips met hers in a soft kiss. What was meant to be a loving peck turned into more as she kissed him back and let her hands wandered down to grip at his waist. Oscar’s hand twisted in her hair as he let his tongue trace her bottom lip. Letting her mouth fall open and Oscar access, he slid his tongue further in, exploring what he wishes.

She didn’t feel his hands moving away from her hair down to the hem of her shirt, too entranced by the feeling of his tongue on her own. But, once she did, he was dragging the thin material up and off her body to reveal his favorite bra, a black lace one that left nothing to the imagination.

Relishing in the sight, he flipped her over, his body now topping hers, so he could peer down at what he only got to see. His favorite part, however, was the way she stared up at him, her y/e/c eyes looking back at him expectantly as his hands moved up her stomach to massage her boobs. His mind short circuited as she let out a small moan and he was quick to pounce on her again, his hands keeping at their ministrations as he kissed her with added fervor.

Through her pleasure-filled brain, Y/n pulled on Oscar’s shirt, giving him the telltale sign she wanted it off. Wanting to give her what she wanted, Oscar broke away from her for a moment to tear off the gray, cotton material. He smiled mischievously when her eyes ogled his defined abs. The boy let her stare for a moment more before resuming their previous activities.

Their lips continued to smack together, masking the sound of the garage opening and doors opening as his parents arrived back home.

“Oscar?” Chris yelled throughout the eerily quiet house. Upon no response, he eyed his wife, Nicole, who just gestured in the direction of his room and muttered something about him usually being holed up in there. Following her direction, his footsteps brought him closer to his son’s room. Hearing the fuzzy noises of a movie coming from within, the father sighed in relief at the confirmation his son was, in fact, home like he said he would be with Y/n.

Knocking, Chris opened the door, “Oscar, your mom and I are home. Is Y/n still her-”

His question was answered as his eyes met the horrifying image. His son on top of his girlfriend, both parties shirtless as he kissed down her stomach.

“DAD??!!!??!” Oscar yelped as the couple’s heads whipped around to see his parent. Chris, the poor man, was gobsmacked, having never even seen the two so much as share more then a small kiss. The couple was very particular about PDA and who fell victim to their lovesick touches, so, when it came to his family, both Y/n and Oscar found they were uncomfortable with the prospect of sharing that much. Because of this, Chris stood, frozen, in the doorway with his mouth agape as his son frantically threw blankets around to cover his half-naked girlfriend, thanking God he hadn’t gotten around to fully taking the bra off her.

His body finally kicking into gear, Chris stuttered out an apology before feverishly closing the door and running in the opposite direction of the cursed situation. Running straight into Nicole, she looked up at him with confusion.

“Why are you running around looking like you’re on the verge of throwing up?” She said as her arms folded across her chest.

Images flashed in his mind that he wished he hadn’t ever seen, “Because I am going to throw up.”

Her face turned from confusion to concern, “What? Why? Have you not been feeling well?”

His hands clawed at his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut which only proved worse when all he could see was the memory, “I should have never gone to check on Oscar.”

The words made her furrow her eyebrows as she couldn’t follow his distress. Well, that was until her son came running out of his room whilst shoving a shirt on and chaotically looking for his father. Approaching him hesitantly, Oscar said, “Dad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you guys would be home until later.”

Nicole began to put the pieces together as her child’s beloved girlfriend appeared from behind his door, hair looking disheveled and eyes looking half-dazed. Snickering to herself, she sighed, “Oh, Chris.”

His dad was quick to put up his hands, “No, don’t apologize. It’s okay. You’re 22 and an adult. I should’ve just left you alone since we knew Y/n was here. Just-” His eyes met his son’s, “Next time, lock your door. Even if we aren’t here. Just, please, barricade the door if you have to. I don’t care. Make it so no one can accidentally walk in.”

Nodding quickly, Oscar stood awkwardly before turning around and walking back to his room, pulling Y/n by her arm into the four walls with him.

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The time read 11 PM as Oscar promised Y/n he’d go get her water because she was too scared to show her face around his house to do it herself.

He tiptoed on the wooden floors before reaching the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting the pitcher out. As he was reaching toward the cabinet filled with glasses, Nicole sauntered in.

Slightly startled, Oscar smiled tightly, already wanting to retreat back to the safe space of his room with his, also embarrassed, girlfriend.

“I’ve been waiting ages for you to leave your corner of this house.” His mom said as she sat herself on the stool closest to him.

Knitting his eyebrows together, he asked, “Why?”

“Because I need to talk to you.” She said immediately.

Putting down the glass and pitcher, he turned his full attention to her serious expression, “Okay, what’s up?”

She held his gaze, trying to breach this topic as easily as possible, “Now that we both know you’re…” She trailed off as she tried to find her words, “sexually active,”

“MOM!” He screeched as his cheeks lit up.

She waved her hand around in his face, “Shhh, your dad’s asleep and God knows how long it took him to get that way seeing as every time he closed his eyes he complained about seeing, and I quote, ‘the horrors of his son growing up’. Anyways, what I was trying to say before you rudely interrupted me,” She gave him a pointed glare, “was that I’m glad you’ve found someone you love enough to share that experience with and all I wish is for you to be safe. Do you have condoms?”

His head dropped into his hands as he groaned, “Mom, please stop.”

“Oscar,” She started, “I’m not going to be one of those moms who refuse to talk about sex with their children because it’s uncomfortable and then have you accidentally knock someone up at the wrong time.”

Seeing her point and wanting to soothe her worrying, Oscar sucked in a breath, “Fine. Yes, I do have condoms which are used.”

She nodded, but didn’t seem satisfied in the slightest, “Okay, that’s a good start. Are you being attentive after it’s done?”

“After it’s done” had him wanting to lie down in his grave and be buried alive as his own mother insinuated him and his girlfriend finishing. But, he persevered, “If you’re talking about…” He scrunched his face up, “like, aftercare then yes. Yes, I am.”

She smiled triumphantly, “Good, Oscar, that’s good. Proud of you.”

He deadpanned, “You’re proud of me for having sex.”

Chuckling and shaking her head, not fazed by the crude topic, she looked at her son, “No, I’m proud of you for being sexually smart. I don’t care that you’re having sex. All I care about is that you’re being safe and not being an ass to a sweet girl.”

He blushed, suddenly shy, “Oh, well…” His gaze flickered to his mom’s knowing grin, “thank you.”

“Oscar, what’s taking you so long. I’m on the verge of death here, baby…” Her soft voice trailed off as she saw his mom present as well, “Oh, hi. I’m sorry to interrupt. I’ll just go back to Oscar’s room.”

Nicole shook her head, already up from her chair and halfway out the room, “Nonsense, I’m already gone.”

And, just like that, she was. The sound of her shared bedroom’s door closing giving Oscar and Y/n the confirmation they were alone again.

“What were you guys talking about?” She asked as Oscar bent at the waist to reach out and pull her into him by her waist.

Snuggled into his side with his hands clutching at her hips, Y/n smiled up at him. Oscar met the eyes of the girl he had fallen in love with years ago as he looked down at her, “Sex.”

Her jaw dropping made him laugh as he untangled himself from her and started walking back to their room, her whispered yells meeting his ears.

“Oscar! What do you mean?” Shuffling as she tried to catch up with him.

Quiet groans left her mouth as he ignored her, “You didn’t even get me my water, dumbass.”

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amnesique · 9 months

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Husband behavior.

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amnesique · 9 months

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#felt

liking a fictional character and knowing it won’t ever happen is so much better than having someone that is here and just the silence of not knowing if anything will happen but the possibility is so gut wrenching

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amnesique · 9 months

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imma leave this here bcs tiktok is a bitch and i always end up flopping and idk where else to promote this book (if you guys have any other ideas, PLEASE let me know, i'm desperate 🙏🏻🩷)

also, the prologue was posted a few minutes ago and i'm already thinking about writing the first chapter!💌

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher fanfic #tsitp fanfic #wattpad #wattpad writer

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amnesique · 9 months

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hey there guys, i'm here to ask you for a little favor. since i'm team conrad myself and i'm going THROUGH IT with the way the season is going, i wanted to ask you guys to give me some ideas for some conrad fisher fanfics (angst and fluff, pls). it's a win-win, right?

ps: you don't know from me, but a conrad smut written by me it's on its way 🫣

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher fluff #team conrad

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amnesique · 9 months

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i hate this season, it's breaking my conrad's girl heart

Conrad fulfilling a fantastic trope, looking lovingly at Belly (without her knowing) while their photo is taken.

BONUS: Conrad grabbing the polaroid immediately.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp s2 #team conrad

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amnesique · 9 months

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can you write a conrad fisher x fem reader? and the reader is struggling with cutt!ng and conrad helps her. thank you! i love your writing

efflorescence — conrad fisher

thank you sm, sweetheart 🩷 sorry for waiting, but i hope it is close to what you imagined and i hope you like it (i'm one text away)

warnings: mention of self-harm;

you wanted to show him the dress you bought, doing pirouettes and giggling like a child, while he sat on your bed and looked at you with a big smile on his face, thinking how lucky he was to have you. when at one point his gaze fell from your face to your wrists, and his smile dropped for a second, feeling his heart break.

he got up from the bed, under your close attention, now you were the one that as you admired him, and when he got in front of you, he put his hands on your waist, smiling across your lips and making your cheeks color a few shades of pink.

but he couldn't forget what he just saw, so he rested his head in the crook of your neck, encircling your back better with his hands, making you exhale in surprise.

"are you feeling alright, my love?" he asked, catching you off guard.

you giggled and you hugged him back, inhaling his scent, making yourself feel at home. "why wouldn't i?"

he exhaled the air he was holding in when he heard you chuckle again and he lifted his face to look at you, his sharp eyes taking in every feature of your face. "did something happen?"

he knew your fears. he knew what method you turned to when you felt that nothing was going right, just to try to relieve yourself. he wanted to know you well and it pained him to know that something hurt you that much.

"you can always talk to me, you know that, don't you?" he smiled a little at you, with the corners of his mouth.

you were still puzzled, not knowing where this whole change of atmosphere had come from. it seemed to you that everything was fine a few seconds ago, and now he was looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"i know that, con," you smiled back, caressing his arms lovingly with your hands. "but where did this change of scenario come from?"

he breathed, becoming slightly calmer under your touch. he knew he would do his best to help you, as much as he could.

"i saw your writs," he said and your eyes widened, seeming to have a certain uneasiness on you, as you tried to back off a little. "hey," he addressed you, removing a hand from your waist only to support your chin in his direction, blocking your eyes together. "whatever the problem is, we will solve it together. you have me, you don't have to do anything alone."

and with these words, the uneasiness had dissipated and a peace of mind had set in its place. he seemed to be the only one able to show you this kind of peace.

you smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling yourself getting excited, and he wrapped both of his arms around you again.

you were protected in his arms. no one and nothing, not even the negative thoughts, could've reached you.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitp x reader #tsitp x you #tsitp x y/n #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher fluff #conrad fisher fanfic #tsitp fanfic #team conrad

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