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amnesique · 10 months

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do you write smut? if you do, can you write the scene in episode 1(i think?) where belly tells conrad to quit smoking and he says "what will you give me if i do" but that it leads to smut?

and can you do it with x reader instead of belly if possible please, thank you so much :)

what'll you give me if i do? — conrad fisher

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI!), dirty talk, fingering, protected sex, p in v.

there was a wave of fog that enveloped every girl that stood around conrad fisher, as if it was encouraging them to pluck up the courage to pass through it to try to understand what was happening to the boy, besides the silence that surrounded him wherever he was. and yet, none of them seemed to succeed. at least, not yet.

the fisher boy was sitting in the back yard, by the pool, with his feet in the water as he was lazily smoking a cigarette. something you saw him doing more and more that summer, even though that summer had just started.

being belly's cousin, the daughter of his mother's best friend, it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to spend the summer with them, although the fact that you jumped into the pool, as if was out of nowhere, caught him a little off guard.

he was staring fixedly with a cigarette in hand at the place where you had plunged into the water.

“sorry,” you murmured to him after getting out of the water, not before flipping your already damp hair back. "i haven't seen you here," you added, trying to adjust your vision, because of the water on your face.

"no problem," he replied dryly, taking another drag from his cigarette.

typical conrad fisher, you thought, as you suddenly just then noticed the fact that he was smoking, after your gaze had adjusted enough.

"since when do you smoke?” you asked him in a tone that was meant to be accusing, but it only ended up making conrad smile at the corner of his mouth, immediately after blowing the cigarette steam into the dark night sky.

"don't tell me you care," he said, running his tongue across the front of his teeth, accentuating his smile from before.

he took another drag from his cigarette, his gaze locked on you as he did so.

you didn't know what to answer.

you didn't care, did you?

but your mouth got you ahead of you and you found yourself telling him "i think you should quit."

"what'll you give me if i do?"

you didn't know what had made you stop breathing in the first place, his words or the way he let the smoke leave as he continued to have a smile on his face, this time actually looking more of a grin than a smile.

conrad knew that smoking can be attractive to certain girls, even for you —despite the fact that you had just suggested that he quit—, and he took full advantage of it.

acting on the spur of the moment, you swam the remaining distance between you and rose to the surface in just a few seconds. you put your arms on either side of his body, leaning on the edge of the pool for balance, and you suddenly connected your lips with his while he put out the cigarette.

he quickly took the opportunity to wrap his free arm around your waist to help keep you afloat, as he rushed to deepen the kiss the moment your lips parted slightly over his when you felt his touch on your wet skin, ignoring the presence of your bathing suit.

he was so good at kissing you that you were so damn grateful for his arm holding you. because if it hadn't been there, then you would surely have drowned already if you had to support yourself alone.

a faint sound left your lips as, using his hand around your waist, he pulled you all the way over his lap, lifting you out of the pool. a sound that he would've liked to hear endlessly.

only, being the wrong people at the wrong time, jeremiah and steven showed up outside the house, making a lot of noise before they noticed you, and you immediately pulled away from conrad, leaving him yearning for having you again in his lap.

you were preoccupied with looking at each other, both mentally cursing the two of them —conrad more than you—, that you didn't even realize what they were talking about. not until steven addressed conrad specifically, "come on, man, we're leaving," he said with excitement visible all over his face and conrad struggled to look away from you to look at him. "you ready?"

you weren't aware of what it was about, but it didn't matter either, because conrad was quick to turn him down. "actually, change of plan, man, i can't come tonight."

both steven and jeremiah looked at him confused.

steven raised an eyebrow. "how? why?" he asked.

conrad fisher was not a man of many words, so he just shrugged and said, "something else came up."

jeremiah and steven exchanged glances, not knowing whether to believe him or not, but neither of them would've thought that the thing that came up was actually someone and you were right in front of them. eventually they gave up and left the backyard, leaving you alone with conrad again and with a tension between you which could not be overlooked, the desire still being on both sides.

"soo," you lengthened the letter because you didn't know what to say, "good night, i think," you added and you wanted to leave, but he grabbed your hand and when you looked at him, you couldn't take your eyes off his gaze and the way you could see he was longing for you.

"good night?" he used a tone to tease you and a grin appeared at the corner of his mouth. "it would be a good night if you continued what you started."

"what?"

your cheeks flushed and you stared at him like a deer in the headlights.

oh, your naivety.

it attracted him even more that even though you were perfectly aware of what you had started, you were unaware of the effect you were having on him.

he pulled your hand so that your legs were around his lap again, placing his hands on your back, lightly forming circles on it with his long fingers, and his lips on your neck. when you felt his lips on your neck, you involuntarily arched your back and moved against his growing erection, having him gasping to try and keep his control.

"don't move," he warned you, his mouth now close to your ear as he lowered his hands to your waist to stop you.

but the area where you needed him was starting to throb and yearn for his touch, forgetting about the layers of clothing that would separate you both from making skin to skin contact.

you tried to tell him that, but instead you made a soft sound, almost like a whimper, and he couldn't resist the temptation anymore and pressed his lips to yours, kissing them as if hungrily as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

and so it was.

only he knew how often it became painful to see you in a short dress or a bathing suit, making him think about how you would look without any clothing item.

during the kiss, you started to rub against him again taking advantage of his carelessness and when your pulsing core made contact with his length, your lips parted and you sent a soft moan into his mouth, right before his tongue entered your mouth and entwined with yours in a dance of desire.

you continued the kiss for several seconds, conrad completely dominating you while you tried to keep up with him.

you broke the kiss, leaning back just as you could breath and whispered under heavy breath, "we shouldn't be doing this."

"why?" conrad asked you, breathing just as hard, running his finger over your bottom lip.

"anyone can see us here," you said and you weren't phased that you saw another grin appear on his face.

"let that be our last problem,” he replied and lifted you off of him, taking you over his shoulder and covering your bottom with his hand as he slipped through the back door to go up to his room, without you two bumping into the belly or even worse, into one of the mothers.

you reached his room and he put you down, with your back to the door, as soon as he made sure he locked it, and the way he looked at you made your thighs squeeze around nothing.

"i think you should ditch the swimsuit, love, or you'll catch a cold."

you swallowed hard, looking at him as he measured you from head to toe, and you couldn't go on even though you wanted it more than anything.

he noticed your avoidance and moved closer to you, playing with the strap of your swimsuit, his breath blowing lightly heat against your skin. he couldn't be more wrong than that. there was no way you could catch a cold, even though your bathing suit was indeed still wet, when your whole body was on fire for him.

"do you want me to help you?" he whispered, brushing your hair aside with his free hand so he could see your neck.

with your breath caught in your throat, you nodded your approval and his hand lifted your chin with two fingers, bringing your lips to his.

"with words, love."

you snapped out of your trance, muttering an "yes", just to urge him on.

his hands slowly went down one strap at a time, taking his sweet time to look at your chest as it was right under his nose, and he couldn't control himself and grabbed both of your breasts with his hands, gently massaging them, drawing a weak moan from you. he ran his tongue over one of them, continuing to caress the other as he removed the entire bathing suit from your body and moved down, wanting to run his mouth over your body, but you stopped him, instinctively grabbing him by the hair to get his attention, and he could've sworn he was almost ready to finish in his pants, right then and there.

"aren't your clothes also wet after the moment before?" you asked, and he gave you a knowing smile.

he pulled away from you, the smile still playing on his lips, and he removed one item of clothing one at a time, earning a sigh from you each time. you liked what you saw.

he was only in his boxers and started to come towards you, but you put your hand on his chest, stopping him. “not fair,” you said and looked at him seriously, so he chuckled in a low tone and took them off as well, leaving you both completely naked in the moonlight that filtered through the blinds of the bedroom window.

plucking up some courage and trying not to think about how big he was, you pulled his neck towards you and you kissed him, as he pushed you back towards the bed until you fell on it. he leaned over you, continuing the kiss and helping you get comfortable between his pillows.

"are you sure?" he asked and you agreed. he moved his hand down between you and when he reached your opening he felt how wet you were and he smirked against your lips. "all this for me?" he asked teasing you but inserted a finger of his inside you, making you open your mouth slightly. "shh, love," he cooed, and kissed you briefly, earning your moans as he inserted another finger and and he curled them just right so he can touch the place that made you lose yourself under him. "we wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would we?" he continued and asked you between short kisses,

you wanted to tell him you were close, your breathing becoming alert as you followed your release. but he already knew that by the way you squeezed his fingers inside you, so he suddenly withdrew, at which point you whimpered and felt your body begin to calm down, though you still felt the desire pulsing at your core.

"i won't let you finish until you finish when i'm inside you," he assured you and reached to grab a condom from the bedside drawer and open it with his teeth as he roll it on.

you moaned in anticipation, involuntarily clenching your thighs, but he pulled them apart, making a sound of disapproval and positioning himself at your entrance. "i hope you haven't changed your mind because i don't think i can back down now,” he said, tucking a strand of hair, that sticks to your face because of the moisture on it, behind your ear as he watched you while standing on his elbows at the either side of your body. and when he met your gaze, you placed your hands on his cheeks, kissing him and pulling him back down over you, giving him the answer.

he put it inside you, waiting a bit until you squeezed his hand to continue as you both moaned at the contact, and he picked up the speed.

"you feel so fucking good," he said and your moans had become his new favorite sound, he could have listened to you all day and all evening and he would not have had enough.

he was nearing his finish, and he couldn't resist anymore, so his movements became sloppier and faster, as he lowered his hand to massage your clit in small circles to help you both finish at the same time.

the only sounds in the room were your hurried, strangled breaths, and the sounds of wetness as his body pounded inside you, until the released washed up over you both, and he fell on your chest.

"it was amazing. worth quiting smoking for," he said unexpectedly from the euphoric high he was feeling, —more euphoric than the feeling he got from smoking—, and you giggled under him, hiding your face with a hand as the other one hugged his body softly.

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writersblockedx · 10 months

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Dependency Problem

Pairing - Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader Summary - When you return to Cousins this year, you find that Conrad has picked up similar bad habits you once had. Warnings - Use of drugs and alcohol, good bit of angst, NO SPOILERS FOR S2 Words - 2.6k

A/n - Possible part two if people want? Let me know!

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Every Summer was spent in Cousins. And every Summer, it was spent with the Fisher and Conklin clan. It was always refreshing, that slow drive back up to the house. The air was sprinkled with salt and the skies seemed always clear, a blue-painted ceiling that you could bathe in all day if you so pleased. But, the most important part of the drive was the reunion.

To see them little differences that had changed in everyone in between the last ten months. For Susannah, she had chopped a good bit of her hair off as her golden locks hung close to her shoulders. Laurel had started wearing less make-up, settling into a more comfortability with herself. Your mom had been the opposite, she was experimenting with makeup and style like she was a teen again; you blamed it on a midlife crisis. Belly had hit puberty, no longer plagued by a pair of glasses. Steven even more relaxed that he had been the year prior, and slightly taller. Jere's hair had grown, giving his curls the space to spiral over his forehead. And then there was Conrad - you noticed it instantly.

It was a familiar essence that was loitering over him. The unironed hoodie he had crowded his more lean figure into. His eyes were dragged down by the black bags, irritated with patches of red within the whites of his eyes. His posture was low, tired, aching. And his expression, while uplifted with a smile of welcome, was a facade. You caught it in a moment.

"Finally!" Jeremiah called as he rushed over to his friends, capturing Steven in a bro-hug first, then Belly and leaving you for last. "Good to have you back." He told you as his head sat on your shoulder before pulling away.

From there, you met Conrad's gaze.

You ignored the way your heart felt heavy. You weren't sure what had happened between now and when you had last said goodbye, but you felt far than enough sympathy. "Hi," You breathed, trying to not let out your surprise at the changes the boy had made.

He greeted you in reply with a, "It's good to see you." And took you into an embrace. It was loose and short-lived, leaving you desperate for more once he finally pulled away.

As the first day back went on, it soon all started coming out. Conrad had left football, barely sailed anymore and, as of this moment, wasn't doing anything at all. Compared to Steven and Jere who already had part-time jobs lined up. Something was wrong and you were beginning to wonder about would you could do. Such was confirmed after dinner came to an end. The boys rushed to play video games and Belly went upstairs to catch up with her friend, Taylor.

Which left you and the mums, clearing up the plates from the dining room table and taking them into the kitchen to be washed. For a moment, you stood alone at the kitchen sink while the others grabbed what was left at the table. And there, your eyes wandered to the window which looked upon the pool. There sat Conrad, legs dangling in the flickering water that reflected the moonlight. His eyes were down, his back facing you but even so you caught the cig he placed between his lips, lighting it and letting his lungs inhale the smoke.

It was there you felt that sympathy, that desperation with the lingering feeling of betrayal. The same exact thing Conrad had felt all of last Summer; it was a role reversal.

"He could really use you right now, you know?" That sweet voice almost made you jump.

A part of you felt flushed as you turned to face Susannah who was standing in the doorway; you'd just been caught staring at her son. "Hmm?" You resulted in responding.

The blonde let a smile grace her lips for a moment, "You two bring out the best in each other." She stated like the wise woman she was. "I think he could really use that right now."

You nodded in understanding, "I'll talk to him." That was a promise.

Once the table was cleaned up, the moms travelled towards the living room, wine glasses and blankets in hand. It hadn't taken them very long to get comfy as they switched the tv on. Though, it was made for only background noise, as their chatter rose above it. It left you with that nagging curiosity, the question that you hadn't stopped asking yourself since you had arrived: what had changed?

Before you could stop yourself, your feet were dragging you to the outside, where Conrad had thought nobody was watching. He didn't care enough to jolt when he heard the back door rattle open. Rather, he simply turned his head and huffed before looking back at the pool and the joint in his hand.

You didn't say anything. Not for at least two minutes as you occupied the space next to him, dipping your bare legs into the water below, almost close enough they could brush along Conrad's. "Theres about a hundred things I could repeat that you told me last year." You didn't look at him when you spoke, you didn't dare glance at the expression you were sure painted his face.

"But you're not going to?" He questioned, brows raised, plucking at his never-ending wonder when it came to the girl he had grown up beside.

You shrugged, swallowed the lump that was growing in your throat and finally looked over at the boy you had known since childhood. "What's the point?" You said, almost with a laugh you ended up suppressing. "You know it's not good, you know everything wrong with it. You're making the decision to do it anyway."

His expression was blank. It didn't seem as if there were many thoughts being processed. "Then what are you doing sat here?" There was a snap in his tone, a way to protect his bad habits from any helping hands.

The answer for you was simple: "Because I care for you, Conrad." As easy as that.

But such statement had prompted an incentive you hadn't meant it to. Rather than something thoughtful in reply, Conrad had started leaning in. You were too close and he was too fast for you to stop it. Within a moment, the sentiment you had just said had been cut off by the boy's lips as he met your own in a deep, yet rushed, kiss.

One hand reached his shoulder, tearing his lips from you. You breathed like you had been gasping for it and looked him in the eye. All that stared back at you was a regret that wasn't fading. "You're high." You reminded him.

"I didn't mean to-" Your other hand took the joint that was still caught between his fingertips. An action which made him shut up as he followed your hands quickly. "What are you-" Once in your grip, you chucked the substance into the pool, making it impossible to smoke again. "What the hell Y/n!"

When you stood, so did he. "Please, just go to bed." You advised him. Though, you highly doubted he would listen. You never did.

"You're not my mother!" His voice rose.

And you didn't step down, "No, but I'm sure she'd tell you the same thing." You took a breath to fight off the fury that was bubbling within the pit of your stomach. "If you can't go the rest of tonight without smoking the rest of that joint, then maybe accept you've got a dependency problem."

He scoffed as he took a step closer. "You can say all you want, I'll just call you what you are: Hypocrite." His tone was laced in more than just a snappy manner, now it was toxic, it wasn't a tone you ever saw Conrad use and it pained your heart to have it aimed at yourself.

You sucked up the tears that were brimming at your eyelids and made your last statement of the night, "What have you turned into?" You left him with that, turning your back before he could spit any more insults your way, making a B-line for your room again.

There, you let the tears fall. You wondered yourself, who had replaced the gentleman, sweet boy you once knew? You wondered if he was okay, if he would go back to normal? Truth being, you couldn't be sure. The year before, Conrad asked himself the same things. You had been just as angry, just as snappy, with a bad temper that could blow at any given moment. It was like living with weights on your back that tired you into a shell of a person until you felt utterly transparent in this world.

You didn't much talk to Conrad after that encounter. To be fair, Conrad hadn't really been talking to anyone other than the odd grunt if you were lucky. It wasn't until Belly's birthday when things got shaky again. This year, the birthday girl had taken the decision for everyone to go to Nicole's party. Nicole who also happened to be Conrad's not-girlfriend.

As much as you lied to yourself, being in her home felt wrong. Being on her territory knowing what Conrad had done two nights prior. The lingering ghost of his lips had never felt more prominent than right in that moment as you stepped foot into her house. You felt guilty being there. And not just because of the kiss, but because you had been yearning for Conrad to kiss you for a long time now. You just hated the fact such a big moment was ruined by the stench of weed on his mouth that soon caught onto your own.

Steven budged your shoulder, "You alright?" He asked, a sweet smile hanging from his lips, breaking you from the oblivious stare you had been making.

You nodded forcefully, "Yeah, yeah I'm good."

Steven wasn't convinced but a feminine voice broke him from his concern, "Steven!" His head spun around and his lips twisted even further upright like a Cheshire cat.

"Shayla." And like that, the boy was gone.

With a sigh, you followed in Taylor's footsteps to get a drink. She filled herself a cup of some red beverage and then grabbed one for you too. She huffed and you watched as her eyebrows raised, "Well look how quickly we've been forgotten." You would have been annoyed if she hadn't been right. Belly had left her for Nicole as had Conrad left you for her too.

You raised your red solo cup, "Cheers to that." Your tone was flat but Taylor clinked your cup anyway.

You weren't sure what the night had planned, but you could tell something was brewing.

Three or four hours later, a good few drinks down (you had lost count) and you were on the hunt for another one. The night was still lively, music blaring through the house, struggling against the volume of eccentric, drunk teenagers. When you reached the kitchen, you became hungry for something that wasn't tequila and juice. Thinking the kitchen was empty, you waltzed in. Only then to find yourself face-to-face with the one person you were avoiding.

You came to an abrupt stop as your gaze clung to one another. He was leant against one of the counters, his own glass in his hand, so casual in his checkered shirt and wavy hair. A thousand pictures ran through your head. You almost became nervous that Conrad could see you replaying that kiss in your mind. It was all you had been able to think about all night with the booze and having him dancing around you all night.

It took resilience for you to tear your eyes from him as you continued around the kitchen, searching the cupboards for something that suited your tastes better. It took a minute of you shuffling through cereal boxes and plates before Conrad spoke up. "Top right." He nodded to the cupboard he was talking about and you dared to catch a glimpse of him.

You nodded and pushed yourself from the floor to your tip toes as you opened the cupboard. A selection faced you of liquors and beers. You took the bottle of your choice and poured it into your red solo cup. Conrad didn't let his eyes leave you. "You're not gonna say anything this time?" He pushed.

You thought about whether it was best to reply or whether he was just picking another argument. "Why? So you can yell at me?" You raised your brow at him, and let your hip fall to lean on the counter as you faced Conrad, a good three meters between the two of you. But you cut it short, taking a step as your eyes narrowed with your next words, "Or so you can kiss me again?"

As if he were scared of the very word, he stepped from the counter, "Don't-" His finger was lingering towards you as he bit down on his tongue.

"What? Scared your girlfriend's gonna overhear it?"

"She's not- my girlfriend." He almost couldn't say it. "I didn't mean to do that." Once again, you found you lied to yourself thinking you weren't hurt by that fact.

You swallowed that pain and looked him right in the eye, "I'm not gonna argue with you if that's what you want. But, if you ever just want to talk, you know where I am."

You stared at him, waiting, willing, for him to say something. To do as you had offered and talk to you like a human being, to open up about whatever was driving him to make all these reckless decisions. The moment fell and you realised he wasn't going to say anything. You accepted it and went to leave, "Okay, I'll see you around Conrad." Said so disinterested.

You were almost out the door when his voice stopped you again, "Wait." It was hesitant but, somehow it was sure it was the right decision to make. When you met his eyes, they were like a child's. Somehow filled once more with innocence, but mostly, desperation. "I don't wanna talk, I just-" His gaze flickered to the floor for a second. "I just want you to be there...please." This time, he was the one on the edge of tears.

Once that left his mouth, you were in front of him, taking him into your embrace. He had never hung on so tightly to you like he didn't dare let go like you were keeping him afloat. Partway through the hug, you heard him sniffle, causing you to rub his back. "It's okay," You soothed. "It's okay."

"Conrad?" The voice cut through your's and Conrad's bubble like a blade.

You spilt from one another, turning to the doorway to find Nicole standing there. There was a familiar look on her face; the same one you had been wearing all night. You could only imagine what she must have been thinking.

Nicole left, taking half the girls with her. And, not long after, so did you and Conrad. Maybe you were drunk and he was drunk, or high, or both, but it didn't matter. He had let that shell open only slightly and because he had asked for you to be there, you would be. That night, you found yourself in his bed, soothing him as he fell asleep in the crook of your neck. It pained you to see him with the same habits you had once plagued yourself with. And, as tonight had shown, it had only gained him consequences. Ones of which you would worry about another day. For now, you would be there for him.

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jareausbau · 2 years

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you're mine

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader

summary: jeremiah takes you to a party on the beach, and things don't go the way you planned. you end up leaving the party early out of frustration, but a turn of events causes the night to become better than you were expecting it to be.

requested by: @gillybear17 (read request here)

warnings: fighting, name-calling, smut, fem!receiving, fingering. minors dni, 18+ only!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i've been pretty busy lately so sorry this took longer than expected! also, i wrote this quickly and i'm posting without proofreading first, so i apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes lmao

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Summers in Cousins were your favorite time of the year, so much so that you counted down the days until your trip down to visit starting from the day that you left the year before. Your family stayed at the house next to the one owned by the Fisher family, and you, the two boys, and Belly and Stephen Conklin had been inseparable since you were able to walk. Spending the summer with people that were close to your age meant that you were all trusted you to go out whenever you wanted to, as long as you promised that you would be careful with one another each time. That was why all of you had headed to the beach that night when someone had mentioned a party happening to Jeremiah and Steven. The group had dispersed shortly after you had arrived, and you and Jeremiah had been hanging around by the campfire that had been set up. You walked over to the coolers that someone had brought in search of something to drink for the two of you while Jeremiah was going to find Steven to talk to him about a customer at their work earlier in the day. You turned around a few minutes later with two drinks in your hand, your eyes scanning for where Jeremiah had disappeared to in the large crowd. Your eyes finally found him, a frown instantly forming on his face once you saw Gigi, the girl that had practically been throwing herself at Jeremiah lately, talking to him. You started to make your way over to the pair when you saw her rest her hand on Jeremiah's shoulder, a foreign feeling bubbling up in your stomach.

Pushing through it, you finally came to stand a few feet away from your boyfriend just as Gigi was leaning up to press her lips against Jeremiah's, and you'd had enough. The second Jeremiah pushed her away your fist collided with her cheek, Gigi stepping backwards and holding her face with a gasp.

"What was that for?" she exclaimed, a dumbfounded look on her face that made you want to beat her up until her face caved in.

"You know exactly what that was for, slut," you said back to her, making Jeremiah's eyes go wide.

"Hey, why don't we-" he began, though you were already storming off towards the car that Jeremiah drove you to the beach in.

He sighed, beginning to run after you, but you didn't want to hear anything that he had to say.

"Y/N-"

"Jeremiah, please just shut up," you mumbled angrily, your gaze out the window the entire trip back home.

Before you could get out and head back to his place, Jeremiah grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his family's house, making you sigh.

"I'm not talking with you about this right now," you exclaimed as quietly as you could, knowing that Susannah and Laurel were probably asleep already.

"But we need to talk, Y/N," Jeremiah said, dragging you up the stairs behind him and shutting his door, making sure to lock it so that it would take you longer to escape if you tried to make a run for it.

"Gigi kissed me, not the other way around. I don't feel anything for her."

"Could've fooled me," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You seemed like you felt something for her when you were flirting with her before she kissed you."

"That wasn't flirting, Y/N, that was talking. She was trying to flirt with me, but I was turning down her advances."

You rolled your eyes at his words that might have been true but you couldn't be sure about, heading towards the door to leave.

"Y/N, wait," Jeremiah called, and you turned around to face him once more.

"Just leave me alone, Jeremiah," you exclaimed, but before you could turn around to leave, Jeremiah walked over towards you.

Bracing both of his palms on the door around your face to effectively trap you where you were, Jeremiah leaned in and pressed his lips against you harshly, the act making your knees weak despite the fact that you wanted to be mad at him so badly.

He pulled away a few moments later, and you got lost in his gorgeous eyes. A small smile formed on his face, and one hand moved down to cup your cheek.

"Let me show you how sorry I am," he whispered, and it was all you could do to not absolutely collapse under his stare.

"Fine," you mumbled out, and Jeremiah was quick to attach his lips to yours again.

His other hand moved down to press against your lower back, slowly shifting downwards to squeeze your ass. You let out a groan into his mouth, and the boy smirked as he continued to kiss you like his live depended on it.

Jeremiah moved his hand around you so it was now resting on your stomach, fingers so close to where you were desperate for him to move them to. His fingers slowly trailed down, moving under the hem of your way-too-short dress to grip your thigh underneath it.

"This thing is tiny," he whispered against your lips. "One wrong move and anyone could've seen anything."

"Maybe that was the point," you whispered back.

He was quick to brush his fingertips against you through your underwear, the fabric soaking wet from his teasing.

"God, you're drenched," he said softly, and you quickly pressed your lips against him again.

"Please," you whispered against his mouth, and the boy began to trace his fingers up and down your underwear.

You began to whine, your hips bucking upwards against his hand as you begged him to do more. Jeremiah laughed, eyes scanning yours as he moved the fabric aside, ran two fingers through your folds, and brought them back up to slide into his mouth.

You let out a choked gasp, your hips cantering forward once again as you felt your body practically humming with desire. Jeremiah let out a laugh as he saw how desperate you were, pecking your lips once again before repeating the same process as before. His soaked fingers traveled up to swirl at your clit instead, and you had to bite your tongue to stop the loud moan that was begging to fall from your lips.

"Good girl," Jeremiah whispered, and your hips practically slamming forward into his had him moving his other hand to press your hip against the door, halting tour movements.

His fingers began to ever-so-slowly trace shapes against your bundle of nerves, feeling so good but not nearly being able to get you anywhere.

"Jeremiah," you panted, and he raised an eyebrow at you in question.

"Hm?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Please," you softly whined, your eyes slamming shut with frustration and your head bowing forward.

"This isn't enough?" he asked sweetly, moving his hand away completely and causing you to let out a soft cry. "What about this?"

His middle finger moved down to slip inside of you, curling so that he could brush against the spongy spot that made your toes curl every time. Your hands quickly moved to brace yourself on Jeremiah's shoulders, and the boy began to slowly thrust his his finger in and out until you couldn't take it anymore.

"More, please," you practically cried out, and one look at Jeremiah's face told you that more was what you were going to get.

Two more of his fingers slid inside of you this time, and he started to quickly fuck you with them. Your head dropped forward almost immediately, and you bit down on his shoulder to stop yourself from being much louder, though you did still let out soft sounds that you couldn't help.

Feeling how badly you were quivering in his arms, Jeremiah moved his thumb back out to quickly circle your clit once again, your head falling back against the door with a thud.

"Shh, gotta be quiet for me," Jeremiah said, and you let out a muffled whine while nodding.

His fingers kept up their relentless pace, three of them prodding as far inside of you as he could possibly get them to go and the other turning your legs into absolute jelly as you felt your orgasm approaching. You clenched around Jeremiah's fingers, your hips moving against his with each thrust as you chased your high.

"You're mine," Jeremiah murmured in your ear, your eyes rolling backwards from his words. "Come for me, pretty girl."

Jeremiah pressed his lips against yours as you let out a cry, the tightly-wound coil inside of you breaking as your orgasm finally washed over you. Jeremiah helped you ride it out, his fingers still brushing against your walls and his thumb slowing down their circling on your clit until you were trembling in his arms from the aftershocks and overstimulation.

He pulled his fingers away from you and immediately slid them into his mouth, making a whimper fall from your lips at the sight. You could still feel yourself clenching around nothing, gasping at the feeling.

"Never forget that," Jeremiah said, making your absolutely-fucked-out eyes meet his, the smirk on his face driving you insane.

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Knight in Shining Armor

Conrad Fisher x reader

Warnings: drinking, fighting, no consent, fluff

Summary: reader practices for the debutante ball with a little help from Conrad. You end up at a party and get into an argument with a boy. Conrad is coming to rescue you. He takes you home and you stay in his room. There is a lot of tension between you that night.

Since you had arrived Conrad had been saying the bare minimum to you. Belly and Steven didn't seem to notice because they always had a better bond with Jeremiah. At first, you thought that Conrad would open up more once time went on, but to your disappointment he didn't.

"We're going swimming are you coming with?" belly asked.

"I would love that, but I need to go to the country club soon." you said. This was a lie. You didn't like to be with the three of them altogether. They talked a lot, to a point where you couldn't participate in the conversation. You did have to go to the country club. That wasn't a lie. You needed to get extra dance lessons before the deb ball. You have always danced shitty, so it wasn't a surprise when they told you you had to go.

After the dance lessons everyone was still out doing whatever. You had the whole house to yourself and decided to practice the dance in the hope you wouldn't have to go to another extra dance lesson. It looked stupid as fuck: you, dancing around with an invisible partner. After the song was over and you finished the whole routine someone clapped. You turned around and it was conrad, grinning from ear to ear, finding you very laughable.

"Fuck connie. You scared the shit out of me. Please don't stand there without me knowing it. Jesus."

"I'm sorry, it's just- you look so ridiculous." This is the first time since you got here that he smiled directly at you.

"I know I look ridiculous, that's why i'm practicing you dick."

"Y/n, please, let me help you. I can't have you dance like that at the deb ball."

You gave him a playful push. "Okay fine."

Conrad came closer. He put one hand on your waist, the other grabbed your hand. Stepping even closer while he looked deep in your eyes he whispered: "Just follow my lead."

It was like you two were in slow motion. The routine seemed like it was going on forever and ever. But you didn't mind, and he didn't seem to mind aswel. It wasn't until Belly and Jeremiah came home before you let go of each other. Conrad, leaving a warm feeling in your chest.

"Are you coming to the bonfire tonight, y/n?"

"Of course! Sounds fun! Belly are you going?"

"No, i'm staying in with the moms tonight, but you go! I know you have been looking forward to this all week."

After you all ate and got ready to go out, you stepped into the car with Steven, Jeremiah and Conrad. When you arrived you went straight to the girls you met at the country club. They weren't really your kind of people, but it felt nice to have friends to go to. You didn't want to stand out so you got a drink. And another one, and another one. You were starting to get really drunk. It wasn't like you to totally lose control, but you did. For the first time ever, you felt confident when you danced. It was a great feeling. Sometimes you would look at Conrad from the other side of the room. He would look too, not breaking eye-contact. And then suddenly, there was this boy. A, super hot and sexy boy, standing in front of you, wanting you to come to his house. But that didn't seem like a good idea to you, so you walk the other way. Away from Conrad. But the boy keeps following you. To the point where he starts to grab your arm and drag you around the place.

"Let go!" you shout. But the boy ignores you. You try to find a familiar face. Someone that can help you out. But nobody seems to notice. Just when you started to get desperate you hear your name. You turn around and see Conrad walking toward you. He probably sees the panic in your eyes.

"Let her go bro." Conrad shouts.

"I think she can decide for herself, Fisher."

"Clearly she can't, because no one voluntarily goes home with you."

It was a good comeback. People were starting to pay attention to you. But Conrads comment made the guy even more irritated.

"Are you jealous? Is she your girlfriend or something?" It was a classic comment. A retorical question. But it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Conrad was the first to lash out. They broke out into a fight. When you tried to intervene, you took a hit from the guy. You were knocked to the ground.

"Y/n!" Conrad fell down beside you. Tears started welling up. He looked at your face: "Are you okay?". I saw his face-expression change from worried to angry. Really, really angry. It wasn't the guys intention to hit you, so he got scared and tried to run away. But Conrad already stood in front of him.

"Leave it conrad." you say.

"If you ever touch her again, I will kill you." Conrad was holding himself back. Thank god. He pushes the guy to the side and helps you up.

"Let's go home."

"But what about jeremiah and steven?"

"They'll walk. They're big guys." says Conrad reassuring you.

When you get home everyone is asleep already. You and Conrad try to stay as quiet as possible. He walks you to the bathroom and sits you down at the edge of the bathtub. He puts toothpaste on your toothbrush and holds your chin up. Half asleep you expose your teeth. You're not saying anything. Your faces are close to each other. You look at his eyes, but they're not looking at you. They're concentrated on your teeth. Caring, almost. After you're done in the bathroom he walks you to his room. This is the first time you are in here this summer. It's still the same. It gives you a warm and calming feeling. Conrad gives you a Cousins t-shirt. then you realize: what are you doing here? Your room is literally at the end of the corridor. That is where you're supposed to be.

"Connie, i can go to my own room."

"No it's okay", he whispers, "You'll wake belly up. I'll sleep on the couch, it's no big deal."

You look at him. Trying to see if he is genuine. "Okay. If you say so. Turn around please."

He turns around, and so do you. Just in case. You take off your shirt and bra. You feel the summer air against you back and chest. You turn your head, to check if Conrad isn't looking. You wouldn't want him to see you in this state. He is looking at the ground. Wobbling from one leg to the other. Clearly a little nervous and uncomfortable. You smile.

When you've got his cousins t-shirt on you get under the covers. This is when Conrad finally turns around. Seeing you, a beautiful mess, in his bed. He swallows. Just as he wants to open the door, you say: "Stay." he hesitates and clenches his jaws.

"I can't, y/n. As much as i want to, you know i can't." And then he leaves you. In that room. All by yourself.

The next morning you're woken up by Conrad going trough is dresser, trying to find a t-shirt to wear for the day. He is standing with his back towards you. He just showered. His hair is wet and you can see drops of water running down his back. You decide to slowly sit up in his bed. He turns around after he hears movement.

"Good morning, y/n/n."

You smile and you get a warm feeling in your body. Still in your sleep drunkenness you say: "I've always liked you with wet hair. It's so-" you hesitate. you can feel your heart beating in your throat. "It's so romantic."

Conrad smiles. He opens his mouth to say something but then he closes it again. You immediately regret what you said.

"Forget that I said that."

"But what if I don't want to?" he says flirty.

Now it's your turn to be speechless. But he doesn't wait around for an answer. He turns around, puts on a t-shirt and walks out the room.

"There are hangover-smoothies downstairs."

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eddiesfairy · 2 years

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🐈‍⬛ : short fluff blurb

“...” “...” “do you want to kiss?” “yeah.” with mr connie fisher pls <33

a kiss — conrad fisher x reader

word count : 1.4k

Summers in Cousins Beach were always a blast. Whether you had a lot planned, or nothing at all, you would always leave with a new story to tell. This summer would be no different.

After a few minutes you both decide on the perfect outfit, and Belly smiles brightly at you, “This looks perfect! Put it on! I’ll see you downstairs in a few minutes.” she says and closes your door. You pick up the outfit, looking at it in the mirror and imagining yourself wearing it. Yep. This’ll look good. A few moments later, you’re making your way out of your room and downstairs.

“Wow, y/n. You look gorgeous!” Jeremiah says and Conrad, Steven and Belly all look at you entering the room. You see Conrad’s eyes linger on you and he smiles before making his way to the front door, Steven and Belly following on his tracks after giving you a sea of compliments. Your history with Conrad isn’t bad at all, the only thing that’s changed is that he’s been hot and cold with you for the last few months. You both kept in contact outside of Cousins, spent hours on FameTime with each other and even met up every few months if you’re travelling for your school’s debate team’s competitions. The last few months the calls have significantly decreased and you found yourself confused by his attitude.

You smile at Jere before giving him a side hug, “Thanks Jere bear, you don’t look too bad yourself.” you compliment and walk to the door together where Belly and Steven waits for you.

The car ride to the beach was noisy, you sat in the passenger seat, with Belly Steven and Jeremiah all conversing in the back seat. You could feel the slight tension in the car before Steven took the aux and started playing music. You thanked the heavens sometimes for sending you an older brother like him. He always knows when to break any tension or awkwardness. Before you know it, you’re turning into the road that leads to the party. Your heart leaps in your chest when Conrad parks the car and nonchalantly loosens your seatbelt, a habit he picked up when you first started going for muffin runs in the mornings.

You clear your throat before opening your door, making your way to the house. You walk up the steps of the house and hear the bass of the music coming from inside the house. Conrad steps past you and knocks on the door, making eye contact with you in the process. You gulp and the front door of the house swings open, revealing one of the many partygoers and he welcomes you all inside, handing you all a can of beer as you enter. You watch as Conrad moves into the crowd and you sigh slightly discouraged and sip the drink in your hand.

Belly looks at you expectantly and you give her a pointed look as if to say ‘don’t you dare think about it’ and she shrugs before grabbing your hand and moving into the crowd too. You must admit. Parties really aren’t your thing, but this isn’t so bad. After a few beers on your side and about an hour later, Belly squeals before dragging you to a group of people and you cringe at the thought of talking to new people today, “I met these girls at the debutante ball! This is-” you drowned out what Belly said after that, simply nodding and mumbling a ‘nice to meet you’ to the girls before excusing yourself and walking to the backyard.

You sigh for the hundredth time today when you finally feel the summer breeze hit your face as you step outside. The waves can faintly be heard over the loud music blasting through the house. There are only a few people outside when you try to find a spot where you could get away from the party. You finally sit down on one of the benches in front of the flower garden, when you hear someone approaching you. You glance up to see Conrad looking at you, a light smile present on his lips, “Mind if I sit?” he asks and you motion for him to sit down, “Not at all, be my guest.”

He looks at you, really looks at you before he speaks, “Why aren’t you inside with Belly? I thought she dragged you here.” he says and you look at him and think of a good reason to be sitting out here instead of being in there, enjoying the party. “Well,” you start, “I’m just catching a breath before joining her again. She introduced me to some friends she met at the debutante ball thing and it just got too much.” you answer truthfully and he nods in understanding. “It can get a bit too much, don’t let her make you do anything you don’t want to though.” he says and places his hand on yours reassuringly. Your eyes meet his and you smile thankfully, moving closer to him, and leaning on his shoulder.

After a while Conrad clears his throat before moving his head to look at you, “I’m sorry that I haven’t been calling you as often as I should. A lot has been happening.” he says and you lift your head slightly to meet his eyes, now noticing how close your faces are to each other when you feel his warm breath fan your face. You pat his chest, “It’s okay, Connie. I know things happen unexpectedly.” you reassure him and he smiles, a genuine smile before staring down at your lips. It’s like time stands still when you glance down at his lips, and look at him in his eyes, to see him already looking at you.

The beer you drank must be the one to thank for the liquid courage you have when you say, “Do you want to kiss me?” he smiles at you again, this time more of a smirk is present on his face, before his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back up to your eyes, “Yeah. I do.” he says and your heart starts beating erratically. “Well, what are you waiting for?” you say and try to focus on anything but him, but he’s so intoxicating. You’re absolutely enthralled by him. He looks at you, caressing your face before he responds, “Just waiting for you to let me.” before leaning in and placing a soft his to your lips.

All your senses are in overdrive when he’s turning you to face him, no longer leaning on his shoulder. He grabs you by your waist and pulls you on his lap so that you’re straddling him, and he breaks the kiss, placing a soft kiss to your nose. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he says and you feel bubbly when you smile down at him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to do that.” you say, catching his lips in another kiss.

a/n: i suck at writing endings for a scene like this without making the word count 2k words instead of 1.4k </3 i hope you enjoyed it!!

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Belly Conklin Opinions?

Hi! So as the title suggests this is just a chat for opinions on Belly Conklin's character in the Amazon Prime Video show, The Summer I Turned Pretty. Now this can be a debate, a conversation or separate thoughts entirely, but honestly, I'm posting this because I need some help here. Now I've spent the last year reading TSITP fanfics and brewing in in thoughts and fan theories on the show, but all I can come up with is: BELLY SUCKS.

Now this may be controversial and that's okay because that's why I'm here. I've only seen the fist episode of season 2 and honestly I don't think I'll finish it because in all this waiting for season 2, I've become increasingly hateful of Belly and from what I've seen of this season there's a bunch of Bonrad and Jelly cringeyness that I'd rather skip. Let me be clear I love this show, I love the beautiful cast and characters, I love the storylines for the moms, Susannah and Laurel, and how they were given their own arcs that didn't just revolve around their kids, I loved Steven and Shayla and Jermiah and Conrad. I still have mixed feelings on Taylor but again, I haven't seen much of season 2, and in season 1, she hit a girl in the face with a volleyball for no reason...

The show is easy love but because Stomach is the protagonist and main character, her toxicity polluted the entire show. My main problem with her is her sheer audacity to do the shit she does. (Sorry IDK if cursing on here is illegal now but it really is the only word to accurately describe it.)

In season 1, she has the audacity to get mad at Conrad for being with Nicole in the first episode despite him and her not even ever having being a couple in the first place, she had the audacity to be dragging Cam Cameron along while she was still thirstily pining over Conrad--which was absolutely maddening, every five seconds "thirsty ass stare" like please add some other aspect to her character--she had the audacity to jump the Jeremiah train just because Conrad shut her down just to drag Jeremiah into being her escort even though he's never wanted to do such a thing and only did it for her cause that's the kind of guy he is, then she had the audacity to take her piney ass down to that beach with Conrad with the intention of being with him despite being with Jere AND everyone having just found out about Susannah's cancer (aside from Connie and the Moms), like girl why is that the one thing on your mind right now? Lets not forget her being mad at Taylor for making out with Steven while he was with someone even though SHE WAS TRYING TO DO THE SAME THING. Brother or not, which would honestly put me off entirely, but since I don't like Belly, I don't really share that sympathy for her.

I think that Nicole said it best, BELLY IS A FUCKGIRL. And not in any kinky way either, she's just....blech. Now I know some people may be like well if you hate her so much then just don't watch the show but for one, there are people spreading way more hate for way worse reasons with way more toxic words than mine, for two, I'm just trying to understand the intrigue of Belly fans, and for three, as I said before, I do love this show and I don't want to lose such a great fandom. Also I really needed to vent... Opinions?

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