#jeremiah fischer

[lewsnumerounofan]

party foul part 2 (jeremiah fisher x reader)

summary: so what if you're in love with your best friend jeremiah fisher? one drunk kiss won't change anything. right? (spoiler: it does)

notes: not biblically accurate conrad, kissing, smut, unprotected oops, somewhat public, 3k words, reader previously dated co**ad, angst/miscomm., not proof read at all

+ part 1

+ i fucking hate htis one its so bad i'm so sooryim gooo fuckjuhnbsorry oh my god and dw abt the header image!!!!!! it's okay!!!!!

your phone hit voicemail again. it was the seventh time you’d tried calling jere, but still no luck. 

“maybe he’s staying at a friends place,” belly supplied, but she looked worried too. ever since you and jere had kissed the night before, he’d been mia. steven, you, conrad and belly had all taken turns trying to reach him with no success. at first it had been expected, but it was now rounding out on 24 hours since he’d left, and worry was starting to permeate amongst everyone. well, everyone except taylor. she wasn’t too worried about it. he’s probably just moping around feeling sorry for himself, she’d said. 

unfortunately, you couldn’t quite master taylor’s level of nonchalance. in fact, you felt awful. for a few minutes, everything had been perfect. you’d been kissing the boy of your dreams–the boy you were in love with. and then…

“yeah, he kinda checks out when he’s upset. he did the same thing after mom died.”

conrad, this time. him and nicole had just come back from driving through town trying to find him. you nodded, but a tightness was slinking into your chest. jere hadn’t ‘checked out’ after suzanna died. he’d called you, and together you’d talked for hours as he wandered the streets of boston. never before had he shut you out like this. it made you worried. more than worried; it made you feel scared.

“i think i’ll try him again, just in case,” you said. because you couldn’t not do something. because you were scared you’d messed things up permanently, because jeremiah had never, ever ignored your calls.

“okay, well i’m ordering pizza. jere disappearing or not, i’m fucking starving,” said taylor. she’d hopped off her place on the counter and now started flipping through the take out flyers stuck to the fridge. steven and belly sounded their agreement. 

“i can pick it up,” you offered, “it’ll give me a chance to go look for him too.”

you were out the door soon after, steven and taylor’s argument about whether pineapple belonged on pizza still lingering in the background. feeling a bit better now that you had something to do, you let the warm summer air breeze through your car windows. jere was out there somewhere, probably doing just fine. it’s not like he’d do something dumb or get himself hurt. if you were honest with yourself, he’d most likely just crashed at an old hook up’s house. there were plenty of those around in cousin’s, and they’d likely all enjoy having jere back. you tried not to think about it. 

-

the pizza place was a 20 minute drive from the fischer’s, and you took the long route along the beach. it was a perfect summer night: seagulls called off shore, the sunset lingered to the west, and couples lazily strolling back to their cars. it was the type of night jere loved.

you were a couple minutes early for your order, so you decided to make the most of it and join the sparse crowds decorating the beach. you pulled over and parked, grabbing a light sweater for the evening weather. 

amongst the waves and people’s quiet chatter, the beach possessed a lingering hum. it was a sound that accompanied many of your fondest childhood memories, and you took comfort in it’s familiarity and peacefulness. you couldn’t help but think of jere–think about what had passed between you last night, mostly. 

did you finally tell her you're in love with her? 

you hadn’t been able to get steven’s words out of your head. the thought of jere ever liking you was one thing, but love? it felt too good to be true. 

and besides, it’s not as though it would matter if you never even got to see jeremiah again. for the first time, you almost felt annoyed at his vanishing act. he’d left you confused and frustrated and wanting more.

just then, as if you’d conjured him yourself, you noticed jere on the beach before you. his curls were unmistakable–almost the same colour as the sand. his hands were tan and strong as he leaned back on them, sun-bleached bracelets wrapped around his wrists. you wanted to take a picture of him there. keep this precious moment of discovery and summer immortalised forever.

and then he turned around, blue eyes catching yours. 

you could see the moment worry set in by the tight line that furrowed over his brows. he started to rise from the sand and you moved towards him, carried by adrenaline and anger and a little bit of excitement. halfway down the beach you caught each other, but before you could speak jeremiah was shrugging past you.

“you shouldn’t have come.”

the waves and gulls seem to mock you then–the whole perfect august night laughed in your face as you stopped, stomach sinking. it took a few moments for his words to register, and a few more for you to whip around and catch up to him. he was almost past your car when you finally managed to grasp onto his sleeve. deja vu hit you hard enough that you almost stumbled. just last night this same action led to jere’s lips on yours, his mouth hot over your body. today’s jere must have seen the memory on your face because he scoffed, pulling back sharply.

“see? you can’t even think about what happened without looking disgusted,” he said. his voice was low but convicted. closed. you hated it. 

“jere, what are you talking about? you wouldn’t know anything about how i feel–you ran away last night and no one’s been able to contact you since,” you tried. he made an attempt to keep walking but you didn't let him, this time coming to stand between him and the road. ridiculous.

“no calls, no texts, nothing. do you have any idea how worried everyone has been?”

at this jere’s eyes blazed and he took a step forwards, letting his head lower as he spit the words into your face, “yeah, i’m sure you and conrad were just about worried sick huh.”

it took quite a lot of effort on your part not to roll your eyes. what was with this boy. had the kiss not been enough? did he really think, after all this time, conrad stood a chance?

“you’re such an idiot sometimes jere,” you said, regretting it as his chest shuddered under a heavy breath. 

he laughed and looked away. his eyes were bright in the dwindling sun, his jaw harsh as he fought to control himself. slight smudges under his eyes, extra tangled curls, slightly red eyes. now that you were up close, jere looked a mess. heart hurting you reached for him, wanting to smooth back the stray hair falling over his cheekbones. to smooth over this, over him, to let him know everything was alright. he caught your hand. even this, even his firm grasp on your skin, had your body lighting up. awakening in a way it only would for jere. 

“you sure know how to make it hurt. why can’t you just fuck off and we can pretend this never happened, okay?” he hissed, but you knew jere. the way he blinked more and the way his voice changed. “just- just please go home. it hurts me to look at you right now. it hurts.”

his voice broke and he dropped your hand. you couldn’t stand the look on his face. you didn’t let him turn away from you though. this was your boy, the boy you’d been in love with every day for a year. and you wouldn’t have him thinking otherwise.

your pulse raced as you said, “it’s you, jere. it’s you and it’s always been you. not conrad. and it would hurt me if you thought anything otherwise.”

he flinched at your words but there was something in his face that changed. something small, something that took you having to know how he breathed to notice. hope. 

“jere, look at me. look at me,” you said. and he did, his eyes wide and blue. the same eyes you dreamed of. 

“i love you. i love you, jere.”

you folded the words onto his lips as you kissed him. wrapped them in sugar and pressed them onto his mouth, begging him to understand. to see what had been obvious every night you’d called him, every time you’d hugged him, every time you’d smiled at his dimples.

“i love you.”

and then you couldn’t say anything else because he was cupping your jaw, tilting your face and running his tongue over your teeth. panting as he consumed your gasps. pulled the air from you. 

jere shuffled you back until the cool press of your car met your hips. under him and the way he kissed at your neck, you had no notion of what surrounded you. no idea of anything except the heat of his tongue against your throat. your ear. your lips. 

“up,” he mumbled. that was all the warning he gave before lifting you onto the hood of your car. the metal was cold beneath you but his hands were burning as they circled your thighs, coaxing your legs apart until he could press himself against you. 

he was so big in front of you. the wide span of his shoulders, the strong shape of his hands. he was kissing like he’d hurt if he didn't. you felt feverish, you felt elated. jere broke away enough to rest his forehead on yours, chest rising and catching.

“need you,” he said. his voice was tight.

“what?” 

“said i need you.”

“here?” 

you were incredulous at first, but jere didn't even bother to look embarrassed. his gaze was level with yours and you had to blush and look away.

“we could- i mean, we’ve got my car…”

he grinned as he pulled you down, and the giggle came before you can stop it. around the vehicle and into the back seats you were both trying to stop from laughing. it was such an encapsulation of being a teenager. of sneaking around and driving each other crazy and being in love. the feeling had you collapsing onto his lap as he pulled the door closed, huffing onto the tan skin of his neck.

“this is so stupid,” you said. the grin jere gave leaves you breathless. your fingers pressed over his smile, tracing the red line of his mouth. the car was warm and dark and protected. 

“you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this,” he said, “waited for you.”

you wanted to laugh again but his hands were pulling up your shirt. goosebumps followed the path of his thumb over your bra, under your bra; when he put his mouth on you you moaned. in this little space you’d made the sound was a feeling and jere grinded into you at its touch. focused as he toyed with you, painting your chest red and purple with his lips.

baby, baby, you were saying as strong hands held you close. even as you tried to pull away–push closer?–from the intensity of his kisses. of having his curly hair fall against your chest and stomach. of his eyelashes brushing over your collarbone. you molded your palm to the thick muscle of his shoulder, watching it shake as he took his time drawing you out.

“please, jere.”

he knew what you meant. off comes his shirt, crumpled on the ground beneath the drivers seat. outside the sun had set. gulls still called from offshore, quiet on the other side of the car’s window. 

neither of you bothered getting fully undressed. after struggling with both your pants, he tugged down his boxers enough and helped your trembling fingers pull aside your own underwear. he was whispering you’re sure? even as you raised up on both knees, murmuring in your ear until you had him notched inside you. 

except for your stuttering breaths, it went silent in the car. jere’s hands were at your back, gently gathering your hair into a loose ponytail. he was shaking too then. 

it almost doesn’t seem real–that moment. the press of warm, bare skin. that just days ago you were best friends, and hours ago you weren’t sure you’d have a relationship at all. and now you were here on top of him, having sex in your car at the beach. you wanted to laugh again, but you were seeing white as jere filled you.

you couldn't keep your head up. you were dizzy as you fell forward into his warm chest, taken over by the stretch of him, the perfect fit. he found his breath again, enough to murmur that you were taking him so well. that you felt so good. 

“jere,” you said as his hands found your hips. nodding, kissing the top of your head, he guided you forward and then back, transfixed as he watched where you two fit together. 

it was a tight fit in the car. you had to bend over him so as not to hit your head, and jere’s long legs pressed against the back of the front seat. you don’t care much though, not when you could grind down and watch him tense up, muscles in his neck tight. it should have be criminal to look that pretty. his hair, slightly damp from fucking, curled tighter around his temples. his eyelashes were long over his cheek bones as he tilted his head back, eyes closed. leaning down to lick his adam’s apple you listened to him groan.

“can’t believe ive been missing out on this,” he said. his voice was breathy and quiet and warm on your face and you drew even with him. you wanted to arch into his hands, to bend yourself around him until every piece of your skin was held by his. you felt crazy. 

talking to him like this, when he was still inside you, when you were riding him, made you clench. already you were aching for it. jere knew it too. he was watching you, watching the movement of your body and your face like it was a special act just for him. like you were beautiful.

“jere,” you said. it was just about the only word you can remember.

he shifted beneath you, one hand coming to map the side of your ribs, the other between your legs. the rhythm changed as he began to meet you with his hips, and every breath became hinged on a moan. the way he thumbed over your clit, the way he mouthed at your tits. control was slipping away from you. fast. 

the new angle was almost too much, and as jere buried deep you gasped. your body was liquid and you almost tipped backwards, grabbing at his shoulders. like a man possessed, jere didn’t even pause. his large hand gripped the front headrest above you as he laid you down over the armrest between the front two seats. 

lying prone and naked half in the front of your car, you realized something quite quickly. your back windows were tinted. the front ones most definitely were not. 

“someone could see, jere!” you said, attempting to lift yourself up. most beach-goers had cleared out after the sunset, but faintly you could still hear the sound of people playing in the surf. jere’s tan hand on your chest stopped you.

“we’d better be quick then.”

before you had time to try reasoning, jere was pushing back into you. unable to argue, unable to say anything, you found his hand and laced your fingers together. it was all you could cling to as he fucked into you, as the heat of his body spread over you. it was warm and close and dark and when you finished, together, he stopped breathing. just for a second. then, while your mind was still hazy he pulled you back onto his lap and kissed you. hard. 

holding you there, safe in his arms. at some point he found his sweater and pulled it over your head. warm against his chest, body and legs aching. he whined when you clenched, absently, around him. still pressed inside you. it’s funny so you giggled and he groaned again and threw his arm over his face.

“don’t do that,” he grit out.

“why not?”

you were teasing. his eyes found you, tongue already in cheek. you couldn't look away from his red mouth.

“because i’ll get hard again.”

it amazed you how ready you were at the possibility. your spine already straightening. you don’t think you’ll ever stop wanting him.

but, faintly, you heard your phone ring. it was beneath a pile of clothes and it was on the last ring when you finally managed to snag it. 

“hello?” you said. jere watched you lazily, still smiling. 

“hey, uh where are you?”

you pulled the phone from your ear. the caller id read conrad. shit. pizzas. you’d gotten a bit… distracted. jere caught the name too and though his expression faded slightly, his gaze remained on yours. you smiled at him and couldn't help but kiss him. quickly. 

“yeah sorry about that conrad. listen, bad news is the pizza might be a bit cold,” you could hear groans from the other end of the line, “but uh. good news is i’ve found jere.”

you didn't bother to listen to the response, instead you leaned up to the boy you loved. kissed over his cheek and his dumb grin.

“i found my jere.”

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

The Summer I Turned Pretty 2x06 - "Love Fest"

In this episode, I really didn't know what happened to the writers, because from episode 5, Belly just wanted to stay focus on Jeremiah and being kissed by him, to the next day remembering Conrad all over again. This is so fucked up, even more so that it has only been six weeks that Susannah has passed away and now, Belly is playing a very very messy game with the two grieving brothers. Teasing to an extreme Jeremiah on one side then remembering the past with Conrad on the other. Do the writers know we are not in a Game of Throne's episode, I really don't see an incestuous relationship taking place between the three of them here.

Anyway, one thing I can tell is that the chemistry between Jeremiah and Belly is undeniable, the sexual tension is so so strong. It's just unrealistic that she hasn't kissed him already. And if I'm not mistaken Belly had more cuddling and scenes with Jeremiah than Conrad.

What I didn't like in this episode was those unrealistic scenes that didn't make sense at all: - This inheritance nonsense, because now we know that the house went to Susannah and Julia, so the Susannah's part should have been to Conrad and Jeremiah. WTF - Belly asking kindly for alcohol, it's not Europe you guys. - The "retro" cloths for the party? Come on, no one used to wear that in the 90's, nor really listen to those songs. - The horrible blue light inside the house which just happened to be there. - The middle name to prove that someone will like you. - Jeremiah and Belly not kissing on the sofa. - The random fight around Conrad asking Jeremiah's blessing for Belly, taking way more proportion than selling the House and Susannah's death. - This obsession over Taylor Swift's songs.

But, let me tell you this episode was a big win for Taylor and Steven relationship. They were the one concerned by the title of the episode. Good for them. Now, we know why Sheila didn't come back (sorry is in Ibiza) this season. I feel sad for that, but in the same time a bit joyful, because otherwise we would have never get those two together.

Finally learning approximatively when Susannah has passed away : "six weeks ago" from what day? The timeline reminds still a mystery to me.

I really didn't understand why they have created this Aunt Julia nonsense. She is useless and not interesting. I think they had to create content. But the same story could have worked with Conrad and Jeremiah's father trying to sell the house.

I don't understand this sudden excellent friendship between Steven and Conrad, this didn't make sense at all, because next season Steven was always hanging out with Jeremiah.

What I liked was the pool scene with Belly and Jeremiah as a call back to season 1 with this time a Taylor Swift's song entirely for them.

I still don't know if I really care about Skye and Cam at all. It's ok, but not necessary to the storyline.

I really didn't like Belly apologizing to Conrad about the words exchanged during the funeral. She wasn't the one to be blame. Conrad acted as an asshole like he always does.

Interesting Belly, so Jeremiah's kisses are the hottest.

Conrad not being serious for one minute while Jeremiah was showing him their old pictures in the garage. Even mocking Jeremiah's greek portrait painted by their deceased mother. Way to go Conrad.

Taylor's advice to Belly was good and logical.

It was nice to see Nicole again and the gang back, even for a short moment, but their only interaction was with Belly, why???

I'm very astonished that Jeremiah and Conrad's fight have taken place only now and not days or months before. I thought the situation would have exploded way earlier.

I didn't really like the beach scene between Belly and Conrad. Belly facial expression wasn't good. Conrad being is true self, almost tossing Belly on the sand. Honestly when he used "We did". It was so harsh. Like she didn't even matter to him. He has moved on from her a long time ago.

Overall, a strange episode that I haven't seen coming at all.

I will post the quotes and the new prediction that I found tomorrow, going directly to bed (having slept only 2h30), dreaming about Jeremiah and Belly kissing and not being interrupted this time.

Good night.

[your-nanas-house]

Cock headcanon part 1

Headcanon created with @mrkdvidal1989

Lenny Miller: Pink tip and top half of it, curved upwards, longer than normal but average girth, fully shaved package, circumcised, shower

Jonathan Crane: Average length and girth but bigger tip, 5.9 inches, completely pale, way more veiny than usually, dark thick hair, uncircumcised, shower

Davin McDerby: Slightly bigger and longer than usual, 6 inches, not very veiny, uncircumcised, freckled, a little hairy, grower

Robert Fischer: Average length but thick, 5.5 inches, light pink colour all over, fully shaved, circumcised, grower

Tommy Shelby: Really thick and longer than average, 7 inches, light brownish colour, veiny, short and groomed hair, probably circumcised, shower

Shivering Soldier: curved upwards, average length, 5.7 inches, bit thicker than average, hairy, not well groomed, uncircumcised, dark pink and big tip, shower

Jonathan Breech: straight, longer than average length, 7 inches, average girth, completely pale, pinkish, grower, darker balls than dick, groomed but hairy

Jackson Rippner: Curved to the left, large in both ways, whooping 7.5 inches, a bit darker than the rest of his body, shower, circumcised, some hair left above it but groomed

Raymond Leon: much longer than typically but average girth, 7 inches, shaved fully, completely pale with a couple freckles, bigger tip, shower, uncircumcised, straight with no curves, veiny even soft

William Killick: Curved to the right, average length and thicker than normal, 6 inches, pretty hairy, he tries to keep it groomed but he doesn’t have time all the time

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[anukulee]

Fanfiction Recommendations (pt 3)

Happy Marriage

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The Wristwatch

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Alone with You (Micheal Garvey)

Tangerine Dreams (series masterlist)

Melting Ice

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Last Christmas pt 2 pt 3

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Basement Apartment pt 2

Green-Eyed Monster

The Dos and Don’ts Of Faking Dating (Series)

Yuck

Saturn Return

Gorgeous and Untouchable

Affection Eddie (Blurb)

My Type of Weird

Kiss Me Best Friend (Blurb)

Small Details

Arranged Marriage

Confirmation

Neji Hyuga (Request)

Random Male Characters

All We’ve Ever Known (Multi-Chapter) Remy LeBeau

Remy and Reader Always Fighting (Remy LeBeau prompt)

One of a Kind (Remy LeBeau)

Melting (Remy LeBeau)

Taco Tuesday Nosy Neighbors Le coup de foudre (Remy LeBeau)

We Are Hanging On By A Thread (Erik Lensherr)

I Don’t Want To Hurt You (Kansaki Charlotte)

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Red Velvet (Mike Barnes)

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Lokigodofmyheart

By Hook or By Crook (Loki Collection Series)

Outwitting the Serpent (Loki)

Clean (Loki)

Tangled Hearts (Mr. Darcy, 2005)

Lost Years (Mr. Darcy, 2005)

Say Yes To Heaven (Shouta Aizawa)

Lendeah (Astarion Author masterlist)

I Want To Please You (Astarion)

POV (Robert Fischer)

Puppy (Loki)

Party Foul pt 2 (Jeremiah Fisher)

Damien Dalgaard x Experimenting!Fem!Reader || Drabble

Compromised (pt 2) [Benedict Bridgerton]

Hangman'ssunnies (masterlist)

simpforrooster (masterlist)

Winter Wonderland (Mark Reynolds)

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[sandwaveswater]

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠: 𝙰 𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎

Synopsis: You return to Cousin’s beach after three years and suddenly everything has changed. Torn between the two brothers, a complicated family and a new job you try to make the best of this summer, hoping that maybe different can be good. 

Chapter 3 first scene sneak peek <3

Needless to say, you didn’t sleep well for the next couple days. Now that you had realised that you had feelings for Jeremiah you second guessed every interaction the two of you have had. You laid awake at night, replaying confident words and stolen glances over and over and before you had a chance to fully rest the sun began to rise outside.

This morning was Belly’s birthday but when you woke up from your dream (which was just Jeremiah with you in the car and his hand reached further up your thigh-) you knew that you were not not going back to sleep. 

It was just after five. You had plenty of time to spare before starting breakfast for your family, so you rolled yourself out of bed itching to do something before facing your responsibilities. 

You picked up the first hoodie you saw lying around, grabbed your headphones and keys and climbed back out your window for the upteenth time this summer. 

Before you noticed where your feet were taking you, you clicked play on your Spotify. It was Dress by Taylor Swift (because of course it was) and the lyrics seemed to burn themselves into your skin when she sang ‘I don’t want you as a best friend, I only bought this dress so you could take it off’.

This was becoming really pathetic. 

You were pining over Jeremiah FIscher, a boy who has never given you a second glance, a boy you have known for as long as you could remember. A boy who has always been by your side, whose presence you have never doubted. 

When you arrived at the beach you sat down in the sand, not caring that you were still in your sleeping shorts and a hoodie you now realised was from him. 

Over time more surfers came into the water and you just sat there until you saw someone who may or may not have been Conrad. With one glance at the time, now close to seven, you thought that it was time to start setting the table anyways and you got up, the waves of the ocean no longer washing your feelings away.

A/N: that's it for tonight!! I am so not giving up on this fic, but it's turning out a lot longer than expected :/ (please please feel free to send in asks with requests!! And just let me know what you thought, comments really do help:) )

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[traumatised-confused-individual]

Lets talk about tsitp because i really want friends to talk about tsitp too

[bookluvrs-world]

FIRST TIME IN PARADISE

summary: y/n waited 18 years for this night. She had no idea that one phone call would change her life.

warning: smut, cursing, unprotected sex

author’s note: THE CHARACTERS ARE ALL 18 IN THIS STORY. i always appreciate feedback and new ideas!! thank you.

I have spent every summer in cousins since I was a baby. From the moment I knew what love was, I knew that’s how she felt for Conrad. He was my infinity. I decided that this summer would be different. I was going to try to get over him. I was determined.

The first night at cousins, I went for a late night swim. Jeremiah and Belly were at the pier , the moms were at some bar down the beach, and Steven was staying the night at Shayla’s. As I was swimming around in the pool, I heard the gate open. It was him. It was Conrad.

We didn’t say anything. He just walked inside, as if he didn’t see me. After swimming for a few more minutes, I went inside to take a shower. As I was walking up the stairs, I could hear Conrad on the phone with someone. I assumed it was a girl so I just kept walking. I grabbed my clothes from my room and rushed to the bathroom.

I turned the shower on, undressed, and got in. After about 25 minutes, I got out and went to my room. As I open the bathroom door, I could hear Conrad in his room. He was angry. I decided to go and talk to him. I knocked on the door and waited for a response. “Come in,” he said. I opened the door and could see glass shattered on the floor.

“Con, what happened?” I asked him looking at his floor. “Don’t worry about it,” he said in a harsh tone. “What were you yelling about?” I asked. “I said don’t worry about it, didn’t I?” He’s never spoken to me like this before. I couldn’t help but get butterflies in my stomach. “Fine, you don’t have to tell me. Just let me help you clean up the glass,” I offered but he refused. I bent down anyways and started picking up shards of glass. “Ouch!” I said as I looked down and saw that my finger was bleeding.

“Holy shit, y/n. Are you okay?” Conrad asked, bending over to grab my hand. He pulled me by the hand and sat with me on his bed. “Does it hurt?” he questioned. I shook my head no. “I’m just gonna go,” I said as I headed for his door. “Y/n?” Conrad said. “Please, sit back down. I need to talk to you,” I walked quickly over to his bed and sat down. “I wasn’t angry, I was jealous.” He said. Conrad has never admitted jealousy. This girl must be special.

“Jealous of what?” I asked him. “One of my guys friends asked who you were and said he was going to make a move on you. Then I tried to explain that you’re a virgin and he said that he didn’t care and that he was gonna take it from you. So, I started picturing you guys together and I just reacted.” He said. Conrad Fischer was jealous over me? Did he…have feeling for me? “Con, I know that you may know this already, but there’s only one person in this world who I’ve thought about losing it to, and that’s you.” I said. His eyes immediately locked with mine.

The next thing I know, he leaned in and kissed me. Our lips fit perfectly with each other’s. The kiss ran deep and passionate. Conrad laid onto his back and pulled me on him. As i straddled him, I could feel his bulge grow. I leaned up to get some air, and take my towel off. “God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he said looking at my breasts. “These are all yours. Do whatever you want with them.” I commanded back. He took my nipple into my mouth and started licking it. He put my other nipple in between his fingers and played with it.

As I was tugging the back of his hair, he started kissing my neck. Conrad flipped me over onto my back and started kissing down my body. He made his way to my thighs. He started kissing them, and looking up at me. “Is this okay?” He asked me. “Do it, Conrad. Please.” I was desperate to feel his tongue. He looked down and licked a stride against my walls. My back arched high. I gripped the sheets as tight as I could. I could feel his groans against me, and that alone caused the knot in my stomach to tighten. “I’m close, Con.” I told him.

“Don’t cum just yet, princess. I’m not done with you.” He said as he kissed my area and came back up to my lips. He removed his pants. His cock sprung out and I gasped. “Was that a gasp?” He asked me and I nodded. “Wait until you see what it’s gonna do to you.” He said as he gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in and kissed me. “Y/n, are you sure you want to do this? If not, we can stop right here or at any point. You just say the word.” He said. “This is all I think about. I want you so bad it physically hurts.” I told him. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.” He said sticking it in.

I immediately felt my walls stretch. “Is it too much, baby?” He asked me. “I want all of you.” I said back. He then shoved all of his cock into me at a rapid pace. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. “Take your hand off your mouth. I want to hear how good this feels.” Conrad said. I removed my hand from my mouth and let out a loud moan. “Fuck, Conrad. You feel so fucking good inside me.” I said, so loudly that you could hear it next door. It’s a good thing no one was home.

As Conrad thrusted into me, I could feel the knot in my stomach tighten up. “I- I- I’m close, Con,” I told him as I released around his cock. As he felt me release, he couldn’t help but cum with me. He threw his head onto my stomach, breathing heavily. We sat there for a solid minute before he picked his head up and looked at me. “I love you, Y/n. I always have.” He said to me while kissing my stomach. “I love you, Con.” I said as I tugged his hair. He put his shorts back on and pulled me up. “Let’s go get you some clothes on,” He said as he grabbed my towel and walked me to my room.

“Hey, guys. Did you guys hear someone screaming earlier? It sounded like they were getting murdered.” Jeremiah said as he stood in his door way. “Oh, shit!” I said as I finally realized. “Yeah, uhm, I think the neighbors have people over.” Conrad said. “Why are you sweating then?” Jere asked. “Shut up, dude!” I said back. “Make sure no one is home when you guys decide to fuck,” Belly said as we walked into my room laughing. “Well, I guess they know,” Conrad said.

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🎰 me knowing i literally have like 5 muses KJSHAJKSHAKSJH

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kora  strauss   &   camila  adams.damien  cross   &   jeremiah  elswood.rhiannon  whitaker   &   zeke  cavalli.phoebe  atkinson   &   gio  santoro.jamie  zhang   &   brennan  fischer.

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thinking abt how bad jere'd wanna prove himself to u when u fuck. like. he'd be watching u while he ate u out, basically getting off on how ur moaning n gripping his curls

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It's been a while since I read the books so I can't remember exactly but certain things that Conrad did in the show like be there for Belly when they were kids and nice to her that was all Jeremiah by the way Conrad is worse in the books. I do remember a scene where Jeremiah ditched the guys to hang out with Belly they're really close he was actually her first kiss during a truth or die game as kids don't know if they'll add that to the show.

Hello Anon,

What Conrad is worse in the books... I thought it was already an asshole in the show... That doesn't want me to read the books at all.

No they didn't ! Belly confirmed in this episode that her first kiss was with Cam. So sad. But at least Jeremiah's kisses were the hottest.

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10/3/22

Centurians Lives Matter!

(BB's 100th Birthday!)

Morning Songs

Centurians Lives Matter!

Celebrating Barbara

Bradford!

She Turned 100

Yesterday!

On October 2, 2022

I Knew That Was

Alot of 2's

When I Woke Up!

Eddy Said,

Our Handyman:

"It Was

Babs 100th Birthday!"

Drove By

My Old Home

At The Pomegranate

Farm!

Where Sarita Fischer

Sold Me Out!

On A Mental Health

Warrant Bribe!

With Darin David

Joye- My Gigolo Paralegal

Rockstar Actor Divine!

And Her Son

Jeremiah- The Marine

Vet- with A Beard Down To

His Belly Button!

A "Curcie" He Was

Thru and Through!

Didn't Enjoy

Being An Aguanga

"Mrs. Robinson!"

Trafficked to Sarita's

Son! My Movin' Men

On A Bribe!

Nor Her Leprechaun Red Headed

Partner Earl

Twinin' Jeremiah With A Beard

Down To His Harley Davidson

Hello Angel's

Belt Buckle!

Peepin' In On Me!

IDrivin' by in Vintage Trucks!

Mary Jane's Alcoholic

Jealous Rants!

Barbara Bradford's

Granddaughter

Over Eddy,

A Handyman's

Trials!

Over 50 Years

Of Devotion

From Earl!

They Come!

And Go! On

Barbara Bradford

Farm!

Hopin' To See

Old Handyman

Tom!

And Tom Mcgiffin!

At The Dinosaur

Fruit Stand!

His Latina Ladies

We're Sweet!

Welcomin' Me!

And Grateful Babs at 100

Remembered Me!

Crystal Jolly Blue Eyes

Lit Up Like Trumpleberries

Tribes!

Could've Been My

Centurian Great

Aunt Juanita Huntley's

Dear

Americana Cousin!

Who Knows?

How We're All Related?

Aborigines?

Or Crystal Blue Eyes?

Twinklin'!

Hybrids, Humans!!

Starlight!

Gotta Love 'Em!

Maybe An Endangered

Species?

A Cahuillan

American

Dinosaur!

Granada!

Pomegranate!

Pirates Steal 'Em!

Raidin' Orchards!

Thinkin' They're

Rubies! Or Garnets!

From The Great Persian Harems!

Pike 'Em On Their

Fences For Eternal

Ornaments!

#Nitya4Eternity

Keep Away The Bugs!

Kill Your Parasites!

Make Juice!

Teach Cleansin'!

My Dear 'Ol

Gluten Free

Centur- "Rani!"

Centurian

We Love Thee!

Grateful

For Granada!

$3.99 for 5

Down The Road!

From The Dinosaur

Latina

Fruit Stand Or

Babs In Aguanga

On Barbara Bradford

Road!

And If You Look Up

On A Clear

Night!

You'll See A Star

Named After

Her…

"Barbara

The Centuriini"

How Many

Been Singin'

Your Praises Ma?

Since 1960?

Like The Temptations?

My Doctor Judy Knows Of Your

Shootin' Stars!

Down The Old

American Trail

West

Our Pilgrims

Soldiered On!

To StageCoach!

Past My Springbox

For Relief,

Agua Pura,

Water,

Like Ramona

And All The

Cahuillan Agua

Calliente Indians

Must've Done.

Like Cougars!

Like Ravens!

Like Owls!

Bobcats!

Like Breeding Bumblebees!

Like My Wolf Husky Dog!

Like Indigenous Birds!

Eagles and Hawks!

Dropping Feathers!

Carving Crystal's!

Picassos!

Fish!

Keepin' A Piece Of Me!

I Wanna Own

My Springbox!

I Wanna Do A Lease

To Buy!

With Solar Electric!

Call Our Realtor!

Carletta!

And Make It

Happen!

Make A Deal!

On This

Auspicious

Centurian- Barbara

Bradford

Day!

💕

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

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Lyanna Blackesley, la alcaldesa Fischer quiere agradecerte que te hayas embarcado en esta aventura, que tiene como objetivo devolver la fama y belleza al pueblo. Tendrás la oportunidad de disfrutar de sus nuevos establecimientos, equipados para que cubran todas tus necesidades. Seas ya habitante del pueblo o un nuevo residente, este pequeño paraíso te hechizará con solo pisar sus calles de piedra y belleza natural. Esta resulta ser la oportunidad perfecta para que tu vida tome otro rumbo distinto, disfrútala, porque ahora ya eres un residente más.

¡Te damos la bienvenida, Silvana! A partir de ahora cuentas con 24 horas para hacernos llegar la cuenta de tu personaje. De necesitar más tiempo, un mensaje bastará para que sea extendido. ¡Muchas gracias por tu interés en el proyecto!

USUARIO

Apodo: Silvana

Pronombre: Ella, Suya.

Edad: 25 años

Nivel de actividad: 5/7

Trigger: Incesto, maltrato infantil, violencia, ¿drama ooc?

Fun fact: Removido por la administración

PERSONAJE

Nombre: Lyanna Blackesley Crowell

Edad: 27

Faceclaim: Crystal Reed

Ocupación (si estudia, especificar dónde y qué): Asistente del Ayuntamiento

Fecha de nacimiento: 19 de Septiembre, 1991

Tiempo que lleva en Wigston: Dos semanas.

— De tres a cuatro adjetivos de personalidad: Positive: reflexiva, cálida, entregada y empática Negative: desconfiada, insegura y dura.

— Cinco curiosidades/datos como MÁXIMO de su vida:

Originario de Bristol, de padre inglés y madre italiana, dos hermanos mayores a ella. Todos dirían que eran la familia perfecta, el modelo británico a seguir y que la felicidad se transmitía a su pasar. Vaya mentira. Vino el divorcio y era muy pequeña para comprender que estaba pasando, sólo entendió que su madre dejó de estar y tenían que mudarse a una nueva casa lejos de la familia y amigos a los que ya conocían. Con el tiempo, el padre amoroso que tenía se convirtió en su peor pesadilla, ¡nunca podía hacer nada bien! Y era ahí cuando Pierce salía a su defensa, su hermano mayor que siempre estaba de su lado cuando su padre buscaba desquitar su frustración con ella. No entendía porque de la noche a la mañana esa mirada de amor que le caracterizaba se tornó dura y fría. Con el tiempo entendió por qué. Un par de años antes de cumplir la mayoría de edad se salió de casa con su hermano, lejos de su padre y sus maltratos, eran los dos solos contra el mundo, sus pocos ahorros y con el mayor buscando sacar a flote su carrera universitaria.

No podía dejar a su hermano correr solo con los gastos por lo que se buscó un empleo en una cafetería, no era buena paga pero era algo y los fines de semana cuidaba niños. Así ambos lograron pagar la renta de su piso, ella terminó la educación media superior y finalmente aplicó para la universidad y como siempre se había destacado por sus buenas notas, no fue difícil conseguir una beca. Poco tiempo después su madre reapareció en el mapa, una bella reunión familiar y fue ahí cuando supo la verdad y conoció a su padre biológico. Comprendió el parecido, ¡se vió reflejada! Su padre era americano de nacimiento pero que más por negocios había llegado a Inglaterra y fue como su madre lo conoció, era amigo de quien había creído sería su padre durante toda su vida. Sin embargo, en ese momento no deseaba establecer ningún tipo de lazo con él, era mucho que procesar, cuando estuviera lista lo buscaría. 

Siguiendo los pasos de su hermano decidió estudiar derecho, pero no fue hasta el primer año que se dio cuenta que aquello no era lo suyo. Dejó la universidad y al siguiente regresó, esta vez, decidida a estudiar lo que en verdad quería: música. No esperaba ser una cantante de reflectores, conciertos ni que su rostro apareciera por todos lados. Ella había escogido la música desde muy pequeña, era su salvadora pues cuando el mundo caía a su alrededor siempre existía una constante y era esta en la que encontraba la fuerza necesaria para mantenerse en pie. Y con los años había ido amaestrando su voz.

Estudió en la Universidad de Berlín, si, para seguir sus sueños tuvo que dejar a su hermano por un tiempo pero sabía que no lo dejaba solo pues el chico estaba a punto de formalizar su relación al mudarse junto a su pareja. Era tiempo de que también ella hiciera lo suyo. En la Universidad conoció a un chico y compartió con él también su voz, formaron un dueto increíble, los fines de semana tocaban juntos en bares y juntos abrieron su propio canal de YouTube de Covers. Eran un éxito hasta que en una fatídica noche de Abril, ya con tres años de relación y estando en el último año de su carrera, el cuerpo de Jeremiah, su novio, fue encontrado sin vida en el departamento que ambos compartían. Causó todo un revuelo puesto que con el tiempo que lo conocía y salieron, jamás imaginó que el chico tuviera un fuerte problema con las drogas que al final terminaron por destruirle.  

Fue un golpe duro tanto que se alejó de la música un tiempo. Ya ha pasado poco más de un año desde eso, ya se graduó y volvió a casa con su hermano que tenía sus propios planes, mudarse e iniciar una nueva vida emprendiendo un nuevo negocio en Wigston. Ella optó por ir también, el lugar agarraba poco a poco popularidad y Pierce le había prometido dejarle tocar en el Club pero no era suficiente, decidió buscar un empleo y encontró un puesto libre de asistente en el ayuntamiento, en lo que buscaba algo más estaba bien. Volvió a su canal de YouTube y poco a poco recupera a los seguidores que perdió por la inactividad de la cuenta. Ha iniciado también con los trámites para cambiarse el apellido, pronto dejará de ser Blackesley para llevar el apellido de su padre biológico: Crowell.

[130thhungergames]

1 Kiara Santiago & Aiden Calderon

2 Margareth Tulsa & Marcel Brandt

3 Melissa Shields & Malachi Porter

4 Genevieve Dotson & Reginald Johnston

5 Rachel Austin & James Griffin

6 Bonnie Atkins & Connor Ramos

7 Yasmine Baxter & Tony Evans

8 Nieves Mendoza & Kieron Mills

9 Anika Kent & Daniil Fischer

10 Inej Perez & Andre Harper

11 Rhiannon Peterson & Joshua Gaines

12 Josie Goodwin & Jeremiah Cooke

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[traumatised-confused-individual]

Tsitp fic anyone?? Im taking requests for any character from the show