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no-fate-but-what-we-make · 1 year

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Behind Closed Doors | Fezco

Description: you’re with Fezco in bed when Rue shows up and bangs on his door. Set in Euphoria season 1, episode 3

Pairing: Fezco x Female!Reader

A/N: The moment I first saw this scene, I knew I wanted to write something with it, but I never got around to it until now. Gif isn't mine - all credit to the creator. Enjoy xo

Warnings: drug mentions, addiction

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The sound of a fist banging on the door to Fezco’s house shook you out of your nap. “Mm, what is it, Fez?” You asked, still sleepy, stretching and turning over to face him.

“I don’t know.” Fez sighed, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. “Maybe they’ll go away if we wait long enough.”

The incessant banging continued and after a few more seconds, your boyfriend let out an annoyed grunt and shifted to get out of bed. You watched, a lazy smile on your face as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it on. “Be right back.”

You didn’t necessarily try to hear, but the walls in the house could be thin so it wasn’t hard to eavesdrop on conversations.

“Who is it?” You heard Fezco ask as he walked into the living room. The door squeaked as he opened it, and you could only imagine who was on the other side. One of his clients, no doubt. “Not today, Rue. Sorry.”

Rue. Your chest constricted at hearing the younger girl’s name. You’d seen her around school before you’d graduated, and had met her a couple times since whenever she showed up asking for drugs. From the rumors, her drug habit was one of the worst out of all of Fezco’s clients, and that was seriously saying something.

“C’mon man, don’t be a dick.” The window was open, a fact you hadn’t realized until now, and you could hear the hurt in her strung-out voice.

“Nah, I’m serious. You can’t come in.”

You and Fezco had just been talking about how he wanted to set firmer boundaries with his clients and you knew this was going to be one of the hardest. He saw Rue like a little sister, and always took special care when it came to her - any other girl would be jealous of the relationship, but you saw it for what it was: guilt mixed with some fucked up version of platonic love. When the news broke that Rue had been carted off to rehab after a very nasty OD where she almost died, Fezco had been inconsolable for almost a week. Ashtray had done a majority of the deals that week and you still weren’t sure what he’d told the buyers.

“Look, man, all I- all I need is just a few OCs-”

“Sorry, I can’t help you.”

“Fez? Fez? I’ve had a really fucked up day, alright? It’s been a really really fucked up day, so I need you to open the door for me, okay? Can you open the door, please?” The desperation in her voice had tears pricking the back of your eyes. You knew that tone of voice well, memory taking you back to your dead, alcoholic mother when she’d beg you to go buy booze with the fake she’d had made for you specifically for that purpose. Addiction was a hell of a drug.

“I ain’t gon’ help you kill yourself, Rue.” His silence was deafening. “I’m sorry but you can’t be comin’ over here no more. Just go home.”

“Don’t! Fez, don’t close the-” you heard the click of the door. “Fuck! Fez-” Rue banged her fist against the storm door, “open the fucking door, please? I’m begging you, just open the door.” In a flash, you were off your feet and heading down to the front door. When you got there, all you could see was his back, his forehead resting on the now-closed door. You wasted no time, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek in-between his shoulder blades as you held him tight. He took a shuddering inhale, bracing himself for Rue’s next words.

“Fez! You’re full of shit, man. You know you make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers, and now all of a sudden you wanna have a fucking moral high ground?! You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer. You know that? You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer with seven functioning fucking brain cells. OPEN THE DOOR! Fuck you! Fuck you Fez okay? Are you doing this because you care about me ? If you gave a shit about me you wouldn’t have sold me the fucking drugs in the first place but you did! You fucking did so open the goddamn door! Open the door!”

During Rue’s rant, Fez had turned around, his eyes meeting yours in one of the most tortured expressions you’d ever seen on his face. You hugged him again, your arms winding around his neck as you let him bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“I can’t do it-” He whispered against your skin, and you couldn’t fathom how Rue had heard him, but she responded like she had.

“Open the door, open the door, open the door!” The silence was heartbreaking, but you were currently torn between comforting Fez and fighting Rue for what she’d said to him even though you knew it was no use when an addict was like this. “Open the door. You did this to me! You fucking- you did this to me, Fez. You fucking ruined my life. The least you could do is open the goddamn door! I’m so serious I’m so fucking serious. If you don’t open this door right now I swear to god, I will hate you til the day I fucking die.”

“I’m sorry.”

She let out a heart-wrenching wail and smacked her fists against the storm door. “You fucking did this to me! Open the door! Open the door, Fez! C’mon man…”

Wordlessly, you took Fez’s hand and led him back to the bedroom, the sound of Rue banging on the door for far too long until she tired herself out and left.

The two of you had laid in silence and you waited without expectation until he began to speak. “I just…don’t know how to help her, ya know?” Fez murmured, staring up at the ceiling.

“She’s an addict, Fez. And you’re a dealer. You can’t control what she does and you have to let her fail on her own. It sucks but there’s only so much you can do.”

“I know.” He sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. “Thank you for being here.” After a while, Fez finally fell asleep in your arms, his breathing finally evening out after an exhausting encounter. You tucked him into bed, curling up into his side as you tried to get some sleep of your own.

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voidpetrova · 7 months

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wyocmwyh? — nate jacobs x reader

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content warnings and genre: reader is a bigger jackass than nate, swearing, unprotected sex, sex under the influence, marijuana consumption — smut/angst

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synopsis: he's been full of issues for as long as he could remember, and you were aware of his reputation. the last thing anybody has expected when you started hooking up—was for him to get a taste of his own medicine

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he didn't know what to expect, talking to his friends about you. mckay and the others weren't sure how to feel about you, not that they knew much. just that you were a knockout, and that you and nate had been seeing each other for a while now. they supported their friend, listening to his rants and ongoing rambling about how you were the first woman to change him, he had started to turn over a new leaf. to be fair, they weren't aware that you had other intentions.

nate jacobs, the enigmatic figure who had once reveled in the shadows of manipulation and deceit, found himself drawn into the web of your allure. it was a mystery even to himself, how your presence had shaken the very foundations of his carefully constructed world. in the past, he had been the puppet master, the maestro of control, orchestrating lives to dance to his wicked tune. but now, he was dancing to a melody entirely of your making, and he didn't know how to stop.

as he sat with his friends in a dimly lit corner of their favorite hangout spot, the neon lights casting an ethereal glow on their faces, nate couldn't help but talk about you. his voice, once laced with arrogance, had softened into a tone of wonder and vulnerability.

“guys, you won't believe it,” he began, his words infused with an unusual sincerity that caught the attention of his friends. “(y/n), she's really something else.” mckay, his closest confidant, exchanged a knowing glance with roy, silently acknowledging that nate was treading on unfamiliar terrain. they had witnessed his conquests, his manipulation, and his cunning schemes, but never had they seen him like this—bewildered, captivated, and undeniably smitten. “she's different, man,” he continued, his gaze distant as if lost in a reverie of your image. “i don't know what it is, but every moment i spend with her, it's like i'm discovering a whole new side of myself.”

troy, the street-savvy yet compassionate friend, leaned forward, curiosity etching his features. “nate, you sound like you're in deep. what's so special about her?” his lips curved into a faint smile, a testament to the genuine feelings you had stirred within him. “everything, man. she's smart, funny, and beautiful, sure, but it's more than that. when i'm with her, it's like i'm not the same person. i want to be better, for her.”

cassie, who had once been entangled in nate's web of deception, watched him intently, her heart a peculiar mix of relief and apprehension. she had seen the damage he could cause, yet she couldn't help but hope that you truly had the power to change him for the better.

as the night wore on, nate's friends listened to his impassioned monologue about you, how he felt like he was falling in love. they offered their support, unaware of the hidden motives that lurked beneath the surface of your relationship. in their minds, this was a story of redemption, a narrative of a man transformed by love. little did they know that you were the puppet master now, pulling the strings in a clandestine game of your own design. nate was merely a pawn in your intricate plan, a taste of his own medicine, while he unknowingly surrendered his heart to you, falling deeper into the snare you had skillfully woven.

amidst the haze of dimly lit conversations, the sultry aroma of late-night revelry, and the comforting embrace of his friends' camaraderie, nate's phone buzzed on the table. he fished it out of his pocket, his gaze lingering on the screen as your name illuminated the darkness. without a second thought, he answered, the anticipation palpable in his voice. “hey, (y/n). what's up?” on the other end of the line, your voice held a carefree, almost nonchalant quality that was starkly different from the emotional depth he had been discussing earlier. “hey, natey,” you purred, your words languid, as if drifting through a cloud of smoke. “i was thinking it's been a while since we hung out. wanna come over? got something that might make the night more interesting.”

nate's curiosity was piqued, and he glanced at his friends, their expressions a mix of amusement and intrigue. he shrugged, trying to act cool, as if your request was nothing out of the ordinary. “sure, why not? i'll be there in a bit.” as he hung up the call, he couldn't help but notice how his newfound sense of vulnerability clashed with your seemingly carefree demeanor. it was as though you were operating on a different wavelength, a wavelength that had suddenly shifted the dynamic between you two.

minutes later, nate arrived at your doorstep, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. he was met by the hazy glow of dimly lit candles, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows across the room. the scent of something herbal hung in the air, mingling with the faint notes of incense. you were sprawled on the couch, smoke tendrils swirling around you as you took a languid drag from a joint, your eyes half-lidded and distant. when you saw nate, your lips curled into a slow, seductive smile.

“hey, babe,” you drawled, your voice low and sultry. “come join me.” he had hesitated for a moment, his analytical mind trying to make sense of the stark contrast between your current persona and the person he had been gushing about to his friends just moments ago. but the pull of your presence was undeniable, and he sank into the couch beside you.

as he took the joint from your outstretched hand and inhaled deeply, the world seemed to melt away, and he felt himself slipping into a state of euphoria. the weed wrapped its gentle tendrils around his consciousness, leaving him feeling strangely warm and at ease. you leaned closer, your fingers tracing an absent-minded pattern on his thigh, and he couldn't help but notice how the haze in your eyes had transformed into something altogether different. it was a vulnerability he hadn't seen in you before, a tenderness that seemed to mirror the emotions he had been expressing earlier.

in that moment, as the room swirled around them and the intoxicating effects of the joint continued to envelop them, nate found himself drawn to you in a way he couldn't explain. he had come seeking a taste of your enigmatic allure, but now he was discovering a depth to you that transcended the surface. unbeknownst to him, the lines between manipulation and genuine emotion were becoming increasingly blurred, and the intricate game you had set in motion was taking an unexpected turn.

nate's bruising grip on your hip tightened as your knees buckled, making you stay upright and exactly where he had placed you, making sure that you could feel the way he split your pussy open. the wet squelching of your cunt urged on the filthy words coming for his lips and the moans that left his mouth, filling your ears as he held onto your ass, groping it with an ulterior motive of possessiveness. you were enjoying it, with much difference from the normal way that you two would have sex. with much softer touches that wouldn't leave green and purple marks for the days after or guilty looks from you for even doing this to him, using him—never letting him know it.

a shocked moan came from you as nate moved his hand from your neck to your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles with his other hand, barely nudging from the squirming that you were doing. only loud, growled out words came from him, loud enough for you to hear him and for more and more shockwaves to build in your stomach, adding to your release.

the nirvana of the mindless self-indulgence clashing with the exruciatingly hard orgasms produced something mesmerizing. nate came, filling you up with his hot, sticky seed and, in that moment, his grip loosened. his tight, possessive touch had been replaced with a sweet tenderness that even you had noticed. he came with a moan, as did you, your juices dripping down his shaft as the balloon in your stomach finally popped. the euphoria didn't last forever, it never did. it had come to his knowledge that whatever it was he was feeling for you, relished in a sense of unrequited feelings. he didn't know it at first, but he figured it out rather quickly, unable to stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth.

“i love you, (y/n),” he was met with silence, something he wasn't used to. he was used to girls throwing themselves at his feet, knowing how little he cared for them. this time, it was different. for the first time in forever, he wished he could take it back, the silence deafening. the only thing he could hear was the way his heart shattered from within.

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dawnwriterimagines · 8 months

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debt that’s owed : Fezco (3)

Summary: Laurie needs someone to pay her the debt that’s owed to her, Rue ran from her, which gives her the perfect opportunity to use Fezco’s words against him. But, is she worth you?

Warning(s): Angst, talk of overdose, Fear, Drugs, mentions of sex trafficking, Laurie’s crazy ass once again, etc.

(PART 1) (PART 2)

Author’s Note: What a beautiful man we lost, in every sense of the word. Rest in Peace Angus. Gone too soon. We all love and appreciate the works you’ve done, the lives you’ve changed and the love you give, rest well in beautiful peace.

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You had woken up disoriented and drugged, a needle still sticking out of your arm, a few too many holes made that made your skin splotchy and purple. Laurie had been standing over you, hushing you as she took the needle from your skin, kissing your wrist as a mother would have her only child before she stood. “Laurie...” you sighed out, trying to make sense of what was happening. “Laurie. Please...”

The older woman rubbed your cheek, “Shhh...” the touch running through your system all the way down to your toes, you took a breath, shivering at the discomfort. “They don’t like it when you girlies talk too much, hush now, sweetie.” You’d never felt like this before. You felt terrible.

She left the door open when she left the room, a man you didn’t recognize peeking through the crack of the doorway to look at you, he gave a pleased laugh, whistling.

You turned on the floor, the blanket beneath you did nothing to shelter you from the cold floor below. The lights were dim from the tiny lamp in the corner, nothing else in the room, but it wasn’t very big anyway.

It took a while to realize you were naked, only from recalling what you had been wearing earlier, and the cold air that you could feel everywhere but nowhere all at once, cause you were sweating terribly. Feeling incredibly hot all of a sudden. You rolled around, pulling the blanket with you as you broke out into a fever, the discomfort you felt was enough to distract you from the horrifying situation you were in currently.

“Laurie...” you drawled, whimpering as the drugs took you once again. It didn’t feel right at all, you felt sick and you felt fucking amazing all at the same time, but you were scared most of all. You had no idea what she had been pumping you with for the last few hours. “Fez...” you called for your boyfriend, sobbing as your eyes rolled back as you quickly succumbed to the feeling. “Fezziee...” you hiccupped.

“I like this one,” you heard the stranger say.

The man at the doorway pulled out a scrunched up wad of cash from his pocket, beginning to slide off his jacket, before Laurie stopped him with a shake of her head. “Just watching for now. She’s not ready yet, still under prep. But, if you wanted to purchase her, that’s different...”

You shivered as you followed your high, wondering what would happen next and if Fezco would ever find you before something horrible happened to you.

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Fezco looks around as he rushes over to Rue, checking for anyone that was around the house that may be unwanted, clearly on edge. “What the hell are you doin’ here, Rue?” he questioned the girl, she follows the two of them into the house. “Imma need you to leave, I ain’t askin’.”

Her gaze lingering on the broken screen door, unable to even close it as it had no knob now, the whole piece completely gone as if it’d been blown to pieces, “I wanted to hang out...but obviously you’ve got some shit goin’ on,” her eye’s going wide at the state of the house. “What the--what the fuck happened here?” the glass on the floor, the broken deck doorway, the flipped table, the broken lamp on the floor, the scuffled carpet.

Rue steps into the house, slowly, Ash getting on the computer, looking for something, Fezco making a call, his shoulders low as if something heavy sat upon them. The girl’s eye’s narrowing as she followed the scuffs over to the room hallway, the bedroom down the hall had its door broken down, wooden pieces still on the floor.

Concerned was not the word to describe how she felt right. Scared wasn’t either. Worried, maybe. But, she was also pretty terrified. Terrified of the answer to her next question.

“Fez,” she hadn’t torn her eyes away from the hallway when she spoke, her voice small, reluctant. “Where’s (Y/n)?” she turns then, her brows knitted together in complete worry, stumbling forwards and away from the hall. She makes her way over to Fezco, taking a handful of his shirt as she pulls him, “Fez!” her voice breaks, her fists shaking, “Where is she?!” she sucks in a breath as she sees his face and the way he doesn’t look her in the eye. “No...” she shook her head. “What so she’s...she’s what? She’s gone?” her voice raising. “Is (y/n) gone, Fez? Come on, gimme something!”

“She’s not gone,” Fezco turned to her with a hardened look, pulling her hands from his shirt, the material stretching out as her grip hadn’t loosened. “Imma find her. Imma find her and kill the motha’fucker that did this,” he seethed to himself, stepping away from her. “Ash, go over the tapes. Try yesterday and this morning, find a camera that isn’t fucked with.”

Ash doesn’t say anything but nod, rushing to the room down the hall as Fezco took the laptop from him, sitting down on the couch, Rue following Fezco, still confused with what was going on.

“Who...wait, who did this?” Rue asked, loudly. “Stop ignoring me, man.”

“I told you to fuckin’ go home, Rue,” Fezco’s eyes flickered up to the girl before back down at the screen, rewatching this morning’s tapes, trying to find someone he recognized. “I ain’t need this right now.”

“Need what? I’m tryin’ to help you,” Rue frowned, offended. “I wanna help! My best friend’s fucking missing, well...kidnapped, by some fucking jackass and even trashed your crib,” she gestured around the house at the damage. “Lemme do something, I can help! I can help find her!”

Fezco looked up toward her, agitated. “You wanna do somethin’ helpful?”

“Yeah, dude!” She nodded before making a face. “Wait, you aren’t gonna just tell me to leave--”

“Go home, Rue.”

“Oh, come on!” she yelled out. “I can help you! I be doin’ mad detective shit. Besides you need all the help you can get, it’s not like you can ask the guys in blue.”

Fezco ignored her for now, trying to stay focused. “Just go sit down somewhere, man. I don’t got time for this.”

And so, reluctantly, Rue went towards the other side of the couch, around towards Ashtray, she sticks her head out of the sliding panel doorway, which was now gone, broken through. Alarmed, she looks down at the glass at her feet, it crunches, burying itself further into the carpet.

Behind her, Ashtray took a note from his pocket, letting it sit on the coffee table, sliding it over to his brother. “This gotta mean something. Wanna run this through some contacts?”

Fezco thinks on it, before nodding at the idea. “Yeah, man. Let’s try it.”

As they head back to work, Rue perks up at the new source of info, “Wait, ya’ll got a clue?” coming over to the coffee table, picking up the note, Fezco fumes and Ashtray gaps at the girl’s unwanted involvement.

“Rue!” Fezco grits. “What I just tell you, man!” He usually saw her presence as quite endearing

Rue brushes him off. “I’m good at riddles, just--” then she really looks at the note. 10k.

10k...?

Oh my fucking god, 10k.

As Fezco snatches the note from her grip, Rue stands there, horrified. Her expression morphing completely, shoulders stiffening and hands tensing up, she turns quickly so Fezco can’t see the mortified look on her face. The guilt that quickly begins to eat at her.

She had thought about it, of course. Of the money she owed Laurie, the drug dealer that she had made a fake deal with in a pathetic effort to get the pills that her regular plug, Fez, had been refusing her. In some way, she blamed Fezco, if he had just given her the damn pills and let her deal with whatever happened to her later, maybe she would’ve never went to Laurie, maybe you wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped...

No, it was her fault, oh my god it her fault. She went to Laurie cause she was fucking desperate and then she ran when Laurie had gotten her the first time, but now you were taken in her place.

She recalled being drugged out of her mind, just as she wanted, but locked in a room and awaiting to be sold for a fuck.

Rue feels so goddamn sick all of a sudden. She wanted to vomit.

God, that’s what you could be dealing with right now.

She did this. Oh god, she did this to you.

But, Fezco does notice.

“Rue...” he says, slowly.

Ashtray looks up, stopping in his typing. He glances between the two of them silently, before looking at Rue a bit more seriously, taking note of the way her entire demeanor’s changed. He closed the laptop.

Rue didn’t answer Fezco, didn’t even turn to face him, trying to think of something to say, anything that could defend why. But what could she possibly say besides the fact it was supposed to be her.

Fezco forcefully turned the girl around, “Rue!” to which she stumbled back away from him, her face made his stomach drop, knowing now that she knew exactly why this was happening. “You...”

“I didn’t know, I swear, ok?” Rue started, hyperventilating, sniffling as she wiped a panicked tear from her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I felt like I was fucking dying, Fez! I was dying! And I--I just--Fez!” she cried as he turned from her, running his hands over his hair, down his face, trying to gather himself, trying to keep himself together. “Fez, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please, I didn’t think she’d come after anyone, I didn’t think any of it would go this far, please--”

Ashtray’s eyes widened, lost for words.

“RUE!” Fezco roared, his body snapping towards her, pinched fingers silencing her, “Motherf--FUCK! Are you fucking--!” he shoved at the side wall, hitting anything that wasn’t her as anger overwhelmed him. “Are you out of your fucking mind, Rue?!” he couldn’t believe this. How far the girl had really fell to really get herself, to get you, into this kind of situation.

“I know! I know! I know!” Rue sobbed, covering her face as Fez screamed at her. “Fucking god, I know! I messed up!”

“DO YOU?! Cause (y/n)’s paying for your bullshit, your fucking dumb ass, fuck shit! You mother--get the fuck out,” he fumed, running a hand over his mouth, gesturing to the door. He turned from her, he couldn’t even stand to look at her right now.

Rue sniffled, shaking. “Fez...Fez, I’m sorry. I can fix it, I can--”

“GET. THE FUCK,” Fezco explodes. “OUT!”

And Rue has no other choice but to leave, casting a guilty glance to Ashtray as well, who stares her down as if he were ready to pull the trigger on her with the glock he currently suddenly had in his hand.

She quickly left the house, sobbing to herself, hardly able to breathe as she stumbled away from the steps. “I’m sorry...” she hiccupped, turning to the house. “I’m sorry, please...” she whispered. “I can fix this...please, I can...I can fix this.”

Rue made her way away from the house though. Making up her mind to fix this. She can fix this...

- - -

Fezco and Ashtray took their guns, a few mags full of bullets and as much cash they had stashed up, just over 8k, not enough to cover, given the raid that cut their stash short for a while. But, if Laurie wouldn’t take the bribe than getting violent was the next best thing. And Fezco didn’t mind the latter.

So when they arrived at Laurie’s home, weapons tucked into their waist bands, into the inner pockets of their jackets, Fezco parked up, Ashtray loading up his shotgun and snapping the end back into place. “Blow the bitch’s head off if this don’t work out, ight man.”

“That’s the plan, bruh,” Ash said, his young face hardened with his hatred for the sadistic dealer that had stolen his mother from him..

Fezco leaves the car, walking up to the house, fighting the urge to kick the door in and unload every bullet into someone’s fucking skull...”What’chu want, man?” Bruce, Laurie’s partner, large and intimidating in his size, glared down at Fezco.

The young man wasn’t swayed, unblinking eyes peering up at him. “Laurie.”

Bruce frowned at the tone. “You got yo’ shit this month, ain’t you? Unless you got payment already?”

“Laurie, man,” Fezco fought to keep his cool. “Where is she?”

Bruce put his hand on the gun he kept at the waistband of his trunks, “What you gotta say ta her, you can say to me.”

Fezco stood there a while, the two men exchanging violent glares, eyes boring into the other and Fezco itched to grab the gun at his side and let loose. But, he didn’t even know if you were even at this house, he needed to know first. “Ma girl...(y/n), where she at, bruh?”

Bruce smirked, straightening. “Shoulda started with that,” Fezco’s nostrils flared at his words. “You got the money to buy her back, huh?”

“She ain’t belong to nobody, man. And ya’ll fucked wit us with some shit that ain’t got nothin’ to do with her,” Fezco gritted his teeth. “Thought we was cool on this bullshit, bruh.”

“You said she was family,” came Laurie’s soft-spoken voice. She came around the corner, behind Bruce, patting her husband’s arm to back him up, “Didn’t you?”

“She’s a fuckin’ child. And got her ass into some shit. But, if you had a problem wit us, come to me,” Fezco sneered. “You came up and took ma girl--” his nails bite into the palms of his hand, he itched to kill this fucking bitch and her demented ass husband. “Where the fuck is she?”

Laurie calmly stepped in front of Fezco. “Don’t worry, Fez. She’s ok,” she assured him, with dead eyes and a quiet voice. “But, remember, I still need 10 thousand, and another few hundred more for a few packs of morphine, a bit of fentanyl...” as Laurie spoke, Fezco’s heart clenched.

Fezco tosses the bag at her feet, “A lil’ over $8500 in there,” he said. “I don’t give a fuck if it ain’t enough for you, you took my girl, all your fucked bullshit, trashed ma crib, my fucking family--” he huffed harshly to contain himself. “This all you fucking gettin’ from me, and it’s more than you’ll ever get from us again. Where. Is. She. You fucking bitch.”

Bruce took a step towards him at his words, stopped by Laurie, who held a hand up to keep him where he was, entranced by the rage on the young man’s face. “That’s fair, I suppose.”

“Laurie--” Bruce began.

“Come on in, she’s right in here, Fez,” she welcomed him inside.

Fezco followed her inside, Bruce sneering at him, to which Fezco didn’t bother to acknowledge, all he was focused on now was finally getting his hands back on you, rescuing you from this dreaded place.

Laurie stopped in front of a locked room, pulling out a key from her pocket, the lock clicks open. She takes the lock off and opens the heavy door with a light grunt, the dim lighting offering nothing much, but it was light enough to see you in the middle of the room.

Breathing harshly, turned on your side, skin drenched with sweat, “Fez...” you drawl out, constantly. “Fez...Fez...” you cried, silently, delirious as you tossed and turned.

Fezco races into the room, “Ma!” he cries, sliding to his knees at your side, quickly sitting you up, wrapping the thin blanket around your naked frame. “Hey, hey, baby, hey,” he gently slaps your cheek, stroking your flushed face as you shiver in his arms, your eyes unfocused, rolling in the back of your head.

He didn’t like that, taking your face in his hand. “(y/n), (y/n) look at me, look at me, come on, ma. Look at me,” he turned your head to look him in the eye, “Please, baby, can you look at me, you can, you got it, ya see,” you slowly began to regain consciousness, eye sight clearing. “That’s my girl. Look, you’re ok, you’re alright,” he rubs your arms, you’re freezing but you’re sweating terribly.

“Fez...” you whispered.

“I’m right here, ma,” he assured you. Picking you up off the ground, blanket wrapped tight. “I’m right here. I gotchu, come on, we’re going home, baby,” he stands, heading to the door. Casting a long glare to a calmly smiling Laurie, before exiting the room, he couldn’t afford to do any damage, not when you were in this condition.

“I don’t feel...” you spoke, loosely. Head limp against his shoulder, eyes hardly open. “I don’t feel that great, fez...”

“You’re alright, you’re alright, ok?” Fezco went down the hall as fast as he could, keeping the fear out of his voice, the panic from his tone.

Coming up to the front door, where he found Rue standing at the steps. Bruce had a short stack of cash in hand that he didn’t have before, less than 10k clearly, but enough to make him happy enough to move out of the way when Fezco made his way past.

The young girl was crying hard, relief clear in her face as she saw Fezco come around the corner with you in his arms, but the state of you made her heart drop. “(Y/n)...hey, is she alright?” she asked, worriedly. “Fez...” To which Fezco brushed her off, moving past her without as much as a word of acknowledgement.

Ashtray opens passenger door for Fez to place you in, buckling you up as you slump, quickly beginning to pass out once again. “Hey, don’t sleep. Wake up. Mom!” Ashtray startles you awake, leaning over towards you in the backseat as Fezco runs around to the other side to the driver seat. Rue enters the backseat, hesitantly, and stays quiet to not be noticed. She looks at your tired, uncomfortable face in the side mirror, and she cries a bit harder.

Fezco drives off with a final glance to Laurie and her husband waving them off at the step, as if they had just passed by for tea and cookies. The psychopaths'. They waved, knowing he’d be back for blood.

“You’re ok,” he says as he drives. Squeezing your thigh as you shift and turn, “You’re ok, hey, ma. Ma, baby,” he draws your attention. “Hey, there you are, baby.”

You’re lucid and high off whatever the hell must be in your system when you smile at him, “Hi, baby...” you smile at him, before slumping once again.

Terrified what may happen if you fall asleep, he yells. “(Y/n)!” he startles you awake again.

“I’m sorry,” you cry.

“You’re ok, it’s ok, just keep awake for a little alright?”

“Can we go home now...” you wondered, quietly.

“On our way,” Ashtray says. Fezco glances at his little brother in the mirror.

But, they don’t go home. They stop by a friend’s spot, who had offered to let them crash for the next few days, since he was out of town and they were in some shit.

Entering the home, Fezco carries you to the tub, Rue following behind, as Ash locks the door behind him. Filling up the tub as you lean against the porcelain edge, the warm water clearly calming you, the sound of the running pipe...

But before anything, Fezco sticks his fingers down your throat, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats as he forces you to gag up anything you might have ingested, emptying out your stomach contents, which wasn’t much. You sniffle and cry, hacking up whatever you could get out, leaning against your lover as your stomach churns in discomfort.

He then helps you into the tub, the water climbing to your chest. Cleaning the dirt from the floor you had been laying on, the dried blood and the horrors of the day...

Fezco takes off his sweater and his jeans, left only in his underwear, he steps into the tub behind you, holding you close, “There you go, baby,” he soothingly speaks to you, kissing your forehead as he squeezes you. “You’re alright now. I’ve gotchu, I got you...”

He glances down at the holes in your arm, bruised and crusted with blood, your hands were cut from the glass earlier. He raised one of your hands to his lips as you turned to lean your cheek to his chest, and he began to cry, closing his eyes tightly.

You slept as he wept.

But he was grateful he had gotten you back.

At least god had given him that much today.

He kissed your hands, your knuckles, your cut skin, the tips of your fingers.

Then, he just held you to him as the faucet dripped to a stop.

- - -

Awakening in a strange bed, in an unfamiliar place, you stood fast and out of the bed, your back slamming against the wall in surprise. You reached for a light switch, but you couldn’t see anything around you, nothing felt familiar at all, you shook in terror as the man you laid next to stirred and sat up in your mad scramble for light.

“No, no, please!” you collapsed in the corner, covering your mouth before the stranger could even say a thing, he had stood too fast for you to think nothing else but soon violence brought against you.

“Ma! It’s me! It’s me,” Fezco found a light switch, the dark, unfamiliar room illuminating, to reveal himself to you. “It’s just me.”

You released a heavy sigh of relief, that visible took a weight off your chest. But, it also made your tears run fast, the days having been too much for you, the thought alone had brought you down to your knees and crushed you before you even knew it wasn’t true.

Fezco quickly went around the bed, coming to sit in front of you, to which you fell into his arms, quickly wrapping your arms around him. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I thought someone--I didn’t know if I--” Fezco interrupts you with a simple stroke of her cheeks, running his thumbs across your cheekbones to soothe your thoughts and wipe your tears.

“I know, I know,” he whispered to her, his voice cracks as his control leaves him. It pains him too much to see you break like this. “But, what happened, huh? You’re here with me. They didn’t get you, baby. They didn’t. You’re here with me.”

“You saved me,” you hiccupped, holding him desperately, just wishing to be close enough to feel nothing but him. “I thought I’d never see you again. That I’d never see Ash.”

“Impossible, ma,” he said, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Can neva get rid of me, you know that. And Ash on his own lil’ demon time, he ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

You release a watery laugh at his joke, sniffling harshly as Fezco rocks you in his arms, safely keeping you wrapped up in his embrace.

There’s a knock at the door, they raise their heads, Ashtray entering the room, silently. He stands there for a second as he shuts the door behind him, he shifts from one foot to the other, eyes glancing around, a frown on his face.

“Ash?” you whispered, looking to the boy. Fez knew though, what was wrong.

As Ashtray looked at you finally, his frown deepened, but it wasn’t a frown, just a miserable look he couldn’t hide anymore, a joy that trailed to sadness and brought tears to his usually hardened eyes. And then suddenly, Ash looked like the little boy that you had always allowed him to be, and that he would’ve never been again if you had gone.

“Ash...” you spoke, softly. Reaching out to him, you pulled him by the wrist, into your arms this time. And he broke like glass.

Like a dam, his tears flow like a downpour. An unwilling sob escapes him as he sniffles and cries into your shoulder, embracing you as he hoped he’d be able to every time he prayed to God for your safe return.

You kissed Ashtray’s forehead, stroking his face, his hair, and you squeezed him like no one ever had. You breathe deeply, a shiver leaves you as you fight your own tears, “Oh, my sweet boy,” you hold him close, as he buries himself to you. “I love you, I love you.” You say it fast, and you say it with all the love you have, like it could be your last time.

Complete. Is how their family felt again. Fezco engulfed himself in the feeling. The thought of losing you, the absence of you, it would’ve destroyed them.

Fezco leans his forehead to his brother’s, knocking heads gently, the boy peering up to him as he sniffles into your neck. The big brother tenderly rubs his little brother’s head, he kisses his soon wife and let them both fall into his chest, into the side of the bed.

And like the family they were, they collapsed against one another, holding each other tight.

Everything’s ok.

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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 || 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵��𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦: 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘦 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴“

Inspo: Henry Verus - REVENGE Henry Verus - loveletter

Pairing: Cassie Howard x Male!reader

Summary: Revenge was always the answer...

Warnings: Angst, toxic vibes, smut, unprotected sex, and even more toxic vibes

Words: 2190

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

A wise man once said, “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” The meaning of it was that the person willing to make that commitment, willing to ruin themselves to hurt another only led to their only damnation. But you wondered if he knew how much that matched the situation you had found yourself in.

A situation and place in time where you could only feel the air being sucked free from your lungs. An uncontrollable fury that flowed through your bloodstream. Creating shakes in your hands as you tried to bottle all that you were feeling. Chest rising in falling in quick and angry puffs as you tuned in on the secret you had discovered only a mere night ago. The sounds you had heard upon entering your home. Spotting those all too familiar sneakers by the front door.

Oh, man, you were seething with rage. And hearing those moans, that fragile voice calling out your brother's name. That might’ve been one of the darkest moments in your life. Close behind the videotapes of your father, that has scarred you for life.

And when you entered Nate’s room, you found the one thing that changed your outlook on dating or women. Although Nate was part of the blame, Cassie fell under his spell. She knew half the fucked up shit he’d done in the past, yet, she still followed through on fucking him. She easy. She wasn’t endgame material and you should’ve realized that a while ago.

But that had been the night things changed between you and Cassie. You couldn’t look at her like she was a normal human being. If anything, now, you looked at her like a piece of property- Nate’s property because that was what she was now. It had been the same with Maddy and it was now happening with your girlfriend.

She broke up with you not long after that night, and she was surprised to find you took it so easily. Thinking that she ended things peacefully with you and carried on with her days. But she should’ve been able to see the dark look in your eyes when she ended things. Although you did love her, she was far too gone to be saved. A piece of property was what she was now. Except, there was one thing you knew about Nate’s property and it was that he didn’t like that property to be touched.

So, here you were, standing in the far corner of the party ensuing around you. Falling Back by Drake blasted in the background as you continued to stare at your ex. Seeing her smile and enjoying her time with your brother. Feeling that guttural rage begin to build and build each moment you watched. The fact that they were happy, genuinely happy with one another was a shot in the back. Not only by your brother but by Cassie as well.

You wanted to set their world on fire. Just the idea of them suffering as you slowly widdle down their psyche was just blissful. Pretty fucked up, but the fact that Cassie had practically moved into your house, you weren’t merciful anymore. Especially now that you and your father spent most of the nights with football on, beers in hand, and hoping that the casters’ voices can block out the moans belonging to Cassie.

No, they didn’t deserve your mercy. They didn’t deserve the side of you that would roll over and accept the reality of the situation. So, when you spotted Lexi in the crowd talking to Kat, a lightbulb ignited in your mind.

Downing the rest of your drink, you made your way across the busy living room and to the kitchen where Lexi was. Entering, you moved past the two girls and to the bottles on the counter. Kat had dismissed herself to pick up Ethan’s call, giving you the chance you needed.

“Hey, Lex,” you greeted, causing the girl to turn around, her soft smile on display at the sight of you. But it faltered when seeing the bags under your eyes and hair slightly astray.

“Oh, hey, Y/n. How’s your night going?” She asked with a soft chuckle.

You pursed your lips with a shrug, offering a forced smile. “Just as anyone could expect nowadays.” Glancing past the girl, you could still see Cassie hanging onto Nate’s side. You nodded to the pair, a stab of pain in your chest. “But they look like they’re having fun though.”

She glanced over, scoffing at the sight of her sister drunk and being with Nate. “She’s going to get her heart broken in no time. After everything he’s done, she still goes to him.” You offered a red solo cup to her, pausing her ranting as she thanked you before she continued. “I mean, how dumb is she?”

Squinting your eyes, you stared at the blonde. “I mean, I dated her, so I can confirm that she is quite dumb. Maybe a few screws loose as well.” Your statement made the girl laugh, enabling a smile to form on your lips.

A lot of your friends didn’t exactly align with your brother as you hung out with drug addicts and the gossip girls of East Highland. Lexi was a part of that group and there was a genuine friendship you had with her. But, if you wanted to get some payback, you would have to twist it in a way that may piss Cassie off. Just the first stab into her heart that might show that this was just the start.

So, with nothing so much as a warning, your arm wrapped around Lexi’s waist and you pulled her into your chest. The squeak that fell from her lips made you smile, tilting your head as you stared down at the girl. “Just play along.”

“Y/n, what are you-” Lexi couldn’t help but stop herself, glancing in her sister’s direction. Finding the blonde watching intently of the position Lexi had found herself in. But the longer she stared at her sister, the longer she found reasons as to why she should listen to you. To get payback. To get revenge.

So, she looked up at you, glancing down at your lips before back up at your eyes. And it was her turn to take you by surprise, taking your breath away with her lips slamming against yours.

The kiss wasn’t what you thought capable from the bookworm. Everything you knew about Lexi was innocence. That and the fact that after a long night of drinking, when Cassie left the room to grab more beer, Lexi had confessed that she was a virgin. Wanting your advice on what may get her past this stage in her life. But feeling this and experiencing it would’ve fooled you if you never were exposed to the vulnerability she had shown.

Lexi’s hands drifted down, moving just past the hem of your jeans and resting over the growing tent. A deep guttural moan was swallowed by the girl, who couldn’t contain the smirk that formed on her lips. The desperate need for air was slowly becoming faded with the need for something more grew.

But it was short-lived by a livid blonde who wasn’t afraid to shove Lexi away and sweep you away. Looking over your shoulder, you gave an apologetic smile to Lexi. She was still trying to recover from the intensity, face red and lips beginning to bruise. It was adorable.

And when you found yourself pushed against a door in a room with no lights on, you couldn’t help but smile in amusement. Finding the amount of anger written on Cassie’s face to be adorable coming from someone who had no right to be this angry.

“Hello, Cass,” you greeted smugly.

“What do you think you’re doing with my sister? Going to use her to get back at me?” Cassie spat.

“Well, it got us alone, didn’t it?” You inquired, making the girl hush. A sigh fell from your lips, shrugging. “We’re just getting to know each other a bit better, you know?”

“Don’t be a fucking asshole. You look like a little pussy doing this. You know that, right?” Cassie said. “I mean, you are acting like a child by trying to have sex with my sister after I broke up with you.”

You laughed, scratching your temple. “Please, remind me because my memory might be a little fuzzy. But who was the one that cheated?” You asked. “Oh, wait! That was you! Now I remember!”

“Dont be a child-”

Before she could finish, you grabbed the side of her neck firmly. Nothing that with substitute as aggressive. You didn’t squeeze. You didn’t pull. You simply grabbed it. But it didn’t seize to make Cassie grasp and whimper under your hold.

Leaning closer, you stared at her lips with an essence of hunger rumbling in your gut. “I never cheated on you,” you stated. “But God, do I wish I did. The embarrassment you would’ve felt.”

Cassie groaned, managing to meet your dark gaze. “What are you going to do about it then?”

A sickening sweet smile crossed your features before you pressed your lips against hers. And then, it felt like everything before. The kiss, the heat, the need for one another. It was manufactured, but you had missed it so damn much.

She fought against you. The urgency in her hands was evident with her fumbling with your belt. The rattling of the buckle and the groans of frustration with the button made you grin.

Taking the lead, you peeled her shirt off and snapped her bra. Revealing her bare chest as you moved her toward the bed, keeping your lips pressed against hers even when the back of her knees met the edge of the bed.

Peeling her panties off, you pulled your pants off before peppering her neck in kisses. Cassie’s nails dug into your back, a greater sense of urgency in her movements. She was completely putty within your hold and liked it that way.

And some part of you felt horrible doing what you were doing. This wasn’t just to get some sort of moment of euphoric galore. If you wanted that, you would’ve told Cassie to fuck off and just fucked Lexi. At least there, things may have worked out better. But this was a plan that you were making up on the fly. You were scheming to get back at your brother and Cassie.

Forcing her legs apart, you grabbed the base of your cock and lined it up with her fluttering cunt. Ever so slowly, you eased yourself in. A deep guttural groan is ripped from your chest. Cassie was a panting, writhing mess laid out just for you. Her hands grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets in an attempt to find some grounding aspect to the intensity filling the room.

Her breaths were hiccuped and choked out of her when you laid flush against her, hips raising to relieve her of the sense of fullness. But it was only a moment later that you slammed your hips against her, stealing the air from her lungs. Nails dug deeper into your skin until they drew blood, making the line between pain and pleasure blur. Mending together into some sick and twisted turn-on for you. And it sparked the aggression in your body.

And something in the air shifted the energy the two of you had. From pent-up and possible deprivation of one another was now an animalistic desire. Teeth baring, lips sucking, hands roaming and gripping as tight as possible. Sweaty bodies flush with choked moans filling the bedroom.

It was the source of why things ended so quickly. Cassie trembling beneath you and your cock twitching around the vice grip of her velvet walls. Sweeping a few strands of hair from your face, you placed a firm hand on her stomach and slowly pulled out. Hearing the girl whimper and whine. “Good girl.”

Cassie lay there, catching her breath as you disappeared from her vision. She could hear the scuffling of clothes until the weight beside her sunk with the sight of you pulling your jeans up. A wandering hand grabbed your arm. You looked back at her for a moment, but ripped her hand off of you, making her frown. “What’s wrong?” She mumbled, sitting up on her elbows.

“If you thought this was up making up for your idiocy, then you’re sadly mistaken, Cassie,” you stated. “I mean, I knew you were fucking clueless sometimes, but you are breaking the world record.”

The hurtful comments made Cassie purse her lips, looking away from you.

“Oh, and Cassie?” The blonde sniffled, turning her head and watching you stand from the edge of the bed and straighten your shirt out. A devilish grin etched on your lips as you shrugged. “You deserve to be lied to, but I’ll spare surprising you.” Placing your hands on the frame at the foot of the bed, you shook your head. “I cannot wait to see him tear you into pieces.”

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Soul Captive

Nate Jacobs x Reader

Notes: Don't post without my permission.

Y/n felt Nate Jacobs's intense gaze on her, as if his presence enveloped her completely. They were at a crowded party, but everything seemed to fade away when their eyes met. She tried to ignore the sensation, but it was impossible to escape the magnetic attraction he exerted.

Nate, with his confident smile and penetrating gaze, approached slowly. His husky voice echoed in her ear as he whispered her name, sending shivers down her spine. "You're mine, Y/n," he murmured, holding her hand gently, as if subtly marking his territory.

Y/n struggled with conflicting emotions. She knew Nate had a complicated reputation, involved in dark secrets and power plays. However, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt for him. It was as if he understood her in a way no one else could, as if he saw beyond the masks she wore to hide her own insecurities.

They danced on the edge of passion, exchanging words charged with tension. Y/n was torn between caution and the overwhelming desire Nate aroused in her. With every touch, every intense gaze, she felt like she was falling into an emotional abyss from which she wasn't sure she could escape.

However, deep in her heart, a secret part longed to be possessed by him. The idea of being enveloped in Nate's strong arms, of giving in to the dangerous passion that consumed them, was too tempting to ignore. She wanted to be his, even if it meant challenging all her rules and limits.

Nate pulled her into a more secluded corner, his eyes locked on hers with an almost frightening intensity. "You can't deny what you feel, Y/n," he murmured, his lips gently brushing against her skin. "I know you want me too."

Y/n felt her heart race, his words echoing in her mind. She was losing control, plunging into a whirlwind of emotions that both frightened and excited her. And as Nate pulled her into a fiery kiss, she finally let go, surrendering to the possessiveness that surrounded them, knowing there was no turning back.

And so, in that moment, they lost themselves in each other, wrapped in an intense and overwhelming love that transformed them completely. Nate's possessiveness and Y/n's surrender intertwined in a dangerous dance of passion and desire, sealing a fate neither of them could escape.

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 1 year

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Hey if your still taking requests please could u write non abusive Nate Jacobs x reader where the reader struggles with anxiety and just how he would comfort her just really fluffy

Thank u have a nice day/night :)

You’re safe with me- Nate Jacobs x Fem Reader

You’ve always had anxiety for as long as you could remember. When one bad anxiety attack happens during lunch all you need is the one person who knows how to comfort you.

Warnings: anxiety attacks mentioned in detail, negative self talk, mentions of periods, the reader not having the best parents, girls at school being jealous of yours and Nate’s relationship, and Nate being incredibly sweet and comforting (he maybe out of character but enjoy the fluff)

A/N: I want to thank you so much for being incredibly patient with this request. I love this request and as someone who also has anxiety all I want is for Nate to comfort me in this way. I hope that you enjoy this request and I apologise if it isn’t good as I’ve taken a month off from writing but I’m back now. I’m from the U.K. so I’m sorry if any parts sound overly British, also I apologise for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy.

You don’t know how it happened. One minute you were laughing at something your friend said, the next minute life felt like a dream. Your friend who was once sat by your side now felt like they were miles away, as their voice became muffled and distant as the imaginary distance increased.

The pressure in your head increased as if your whole head was submerged under water, as if an imaginary force pressed your head under water refusing to let go. You wanted to scream but it felt like your lungs were burning, as your skin pricked in a hot sweat, as your breathing rapidly increased. You were pretty sure that you were hyperventilating but you couldn’t force yourself to breathe, your gaped mouth desperately trying to swallow down some air but to your distress you simply couldn’t breathe.

The room felt like it was spinning around you as the LED bulbs of the cafeteria burnt your eyes, your body willing you to run away but instead your body was frozen to the spot in fear. Dropping your head against the cool cafeteria table while your whole body shook with violent waves of anxiety.

You could have been laid there with your head on the table for seconds? For hours? Time seemed to be moving incredibly slow as if the whole world has long left you behind, leaving you to be consumed by your anxiety that you begged to stop. All the techniques that your councillor has taught you was long forgotten, too overtaken by the throws of your anxiety to look for the nearest red object or 5 things you could feel.

“Babe?” A concerned voice called out to you, it was muffled and faint but at least it was audible. You could recognise whose voice was calling out to you, the only person who was able to comfort you when you were in complete distress, the only person who could break through the thick concrete walls that your anxiety created between you and the world.

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You struggled with anxiety for as long as you could remember, you’ve always had a nervous disposition as a child but it wasn’t till middle school did you realise that anxiety had a name. That every time you grabbed on to your mom’s leg as she dropped you off to preschool, crying and begging her not to leave you, or when you panicked when you first gotten your period believing that there was something was seriously wrong with you. All those times where you were told to act your age or told to stop crying over something small, you came to realise that it wasn’t you being pathetic or whatever names was thrown at you. You had anxiety and saw a therapist as young as 13 years old to help create coping skills when the world came too much to bare.

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It was very touch and go, mostly good days where you could easily distract yourself or take yourself outside for a few deep breaths, whenever you felt your heartbeat start to race and your breathing hitching slightly. But on bad days it feels like all hell breaks loose, nothing could calm you down. It’s awful it feels suffocating, you can’t breathe and it genuinely feels like you’re dying, especially when there is no warning sign of a potential flare up.

Sometimes it’s stress of having everything piled on your shoulders with heavy responsibilities weighing you down, the down side of being a people pleaser is that you could never say the word no. Sometimes it’s the overwhelming pressure that your parents pushed on you, nothing you did was ever good enough or why couldn’t you be like your sister who effortlessly achieved straight As and was cheer captain and prom queen.

But today you overheard the sly comments and remarks chiding about your relationship with the king of East Highland Nate Jacobs. No matter how many times you told yourself that they were jealous of you and their downgrading comments was just a way of projecting their own insecurities, as they didn’t know how to deal with it so they found it easier to push someone else down rather than acknowledge their own issues.

But their comments slipped its way through the cracks of your critical thinking and clamped down on your anxiety, making your mind turn and your thoughts dark. You’ve always felt deep down that Nate was too good for you, you were a shy wallflower who easily blended into the background. Nate was much better suited to a pretty cheerleader rather than you. so it’s just a matter of time before Nate wakes up and faces the facts, and it won’t be long till he’ll throws you to the wayside where you belong.

“Babe?” Nate called again, his voice remained steady and calm not wanting to aggravate your anxiety further, but it was apparent in his voice that he was growing in concern over your condition.

“Babe I know that your anxiety is bad, but do you think that you could walk out of here and to somewhere more calm?”

You slowly nodded your trembling head as you squeaked out a shaky “yes”. Feeling Nate’s gentle arms slowly wrapping around your waist offering support as you slowly arose from your seat.

Nate walked by your side, slowly taking each step at a time. Allowing you to take it at your own pace. With his arm wrapped around your shoulder allowing you to press your body weight against his, as he gently guided you towards the nearest empty class room.

You both sat down on the floor in the dark classroom that was partially illuminated by the natural light that the overcast sky provided.

Your head pressed against his chest feeling both his heartbeat, but also the rhythmic flows of his steady breathing. He held you close to him while you breathed in his calming scent of his cologne which never failed to give you some sense of security as to you it smelt like home.

“Okay babe I’m gonna to need you to copy my breathing, can you do that?” He softly asked you. You nodded back in response not having the energy to answer him back, as it took every part of your energy to feel each inhalation and exhalation, so you could match your breaths precisely to his.

“Okay breathe in and out, just like that” he slowly rocked you back and forth in an attempt to comfort you, while his free hand gently wiped away your falling tears.

After a few moments your breathing finally fell into a normal steady rhythm with help from Nate’s deep breathing, while he softly whispered “you’re okay, you’re safe here with me” in your ear. Your peripherals were no longer blurred as life slowly faded back into reality, no longer in this hellish dreamscape you were in moments before.

Relief flooded throughout your body as you slowly came to realise that your anxiety attack was over, just in time for the post anxiety embarrassment to kick in.

“I’m sorry” you were able to croak out, your voice still horse from uncontrollably shaking and crying just seconds before.

“You have nothing to apologise for, I’m just glad that you’re okay” Nate soothed, still holding you tightly in his arms while rubbing comforting circles on your forearm. He left out a small sigh of relief, relieved to see that you were okay. For it truly broke his heart to see you in such a deep pain that he knew that he couldn’t take away from you.

“You shouldn’t have to look after me, I’m nearly an adult for Christ sake I shouldn’t be this pathetic. I should of handled it better-“

Your frustrated rant of self hatred was cut by Nate pressing his palm tightly against your lips, stopping you from talking so awfully about the girl he loves.

“I refuse to listen to you talk shit about the girl I love. Y/N you have anxiety it’s not your fault, it’s never been your fault why or how these attacks happen. I may not be able to take you away from your own mind” you quietly giggled at his small attempt of defusing the thick heavy atmosphere.

“But I promise you babe that I’ll be here whenever you need me to, I’ll always be here with you. You’re never alone. Now let’s go and I can get us some ice cream and I’ll allow you to watch one of those god awful romcoms that I know that you like so much”

You playfully scoffed, rolling your eyes at him elbowing him in his side. But you couldn’t help but laugh at his remark, he was the only person in your life who actually made it this whole shitshow bearable for you. You were eternally grateful that life had gifted you introducing Nate Jacobs in your life. That you were his and he was yours, even if your head sometimes made you doubt that.

“Hey don’t talk about Clueless like that, I swear that I saw you smiling intently at it a few weeks ago”

Nate groaned at your comment, playfully giving you a shove. He helped you up to your feet, still refusing to acknowledge that deep down that he had a soft spot for those kinds of movies.

“Hey it’s okay your secret is safe with me” you joked back at him.

your smile quickly died down as the realisation hit you. Your eyes darting towards the ground, playing with the cuff of your sleeve, rocking back and forth on your heels retreating back into yourself”

“But Nate you don’t have to do that for me, I feel bad enough about taking you out of lunch and plus my parents will kill me for skiving-“

“Y/N look at me” you reluctantly brought up your gaze to meet his, your eyes softening upon seeing his brown eyes filled with a loving tenderness.

“I don’t have to this, but I want to do this. I want to look after my girl. I love you so fucking much and I want to spend the rest of the day by your side. Your own health comes first so screw your parents and screw the school. Come on Y/N you can either come with me willingly or I’ll have no choice but to carry you to my car”

Your heart grew over hearing his words, it felt like it was beating out of your chest. But this time it made you feel giddy and loved, you couldn’t help but throw your arms around him holding him closer to you.

“Thank you, I love you” you smiled looking up at him

“I love you too babe. You know that I’ll do anything for you” he returned your loving doting smile as he lifted his lips to tenderly kiss your forehead.

“Now let’s get going”

A/N: it feels good to be back. Also as always my requests are always open. I have a cute funny Bradley Rooster Bradshaw fic, a angsty Gareth Emerson fic on the way.

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kaicubus · 1 year

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Water Fountain | Cassie H.

warnings ✩° : angst, brief mention of suicide, swearing, arguing, no happy ending.

pairing ✩° : cassie howard x fem!reader

premise ✩° : people grow apart, feelings distance, you just didnt know she’d move on so quickly.

word count ✩° : 2.7k

authors note ✩° : this was way less planned than my other euphoria fics so i just rolled with it. i actually??? quite enjoy??? writing for cassie??? maybe bc she has so much angst in her character but who knows...

now playing : Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin

You didn’t know why your friends stopped walking in the middle of the hallway.

You didn’t know why suddenly everyone turned around to look at you and hurriedly sweep you away.

You didn’t know that your girlfriend of three years had her mouth on Nate Jacobs right in front of the old, rusted water fountain where you both had your first kiss. She told you she loved you, how could she forget?

When you knew Cassie Howard, she was an innocent girl. Everybody knew that, which was part of the reason why she was targeted so often.

Her was always side parted, a messy kind of pretty, and she never wore makeup that made her look runway gorgeous—only enhancing her doe eyes and soft brows. She always had her nails painted a baby blue or light brown. The Cassie you knew would never do this.

“So, you're going to explain what were doing here out of class?” the blonde asked in a distant memory, “Or are you just going to keep standing there like an idiot?”

You pushed your hair back and smiled, “Probably stand here like an idiot.”

The corners of Cassie’s lips pulled up in amusement, “Seriously!” She sounded like an angel.

“Who said I wasn't serious?” You teased, pushing your lips out and raising your brows.

She rolled her eyes with an impatient grin, “Look, if you're not going to tell me why were standing right here with the only thing watching us being this water fountain, I'm going to leave—”

“No no no! Cass, wait—wait ok look Ill tell you!”

She turned around triumphantly but before she could fully give you the smug look she’d hoped to, your hands were planted on the edge of her hips. With a gentle hold, you treated her like liquid gold as you pulled her body against yours. Her sparkling azure eyes fluttered in surprise as a little gasp escaped her pouty lips on impact.

“I just wanted to do something cute.” your pupils dilated in pure adoration for the girl.

“Y/n all you do is cute.” Cassie laughed again, this time more quiet given how close you two had quickly become in proximity.

Her smile alone was enough to send butterflies loose in your stomach, god you were smitten.

“Well...?” Her words snapped you back to reality and back into your plan. As you scanned her face, you already knew she knew what you were going to do. So why waste anymore time? Within seconds, your lips were molded against her soft, plump ones. Strawberries and vanilla spread into your senses and you were at pure bliss, so was she.

When you pulled away from her, Cassie had a smile starting from one ear to the next that thinned her lips happily. She didn't even have to say anything to show her elation, her silence alone spoke volumes. The way she twisted her thick, golden hair in an attempt to hide her nervousness just added to the fact that Cassie was practically glowing.

She parted her mouth with her tongue and wet her bottom lip, “I love you.” she said.

With nothing in your mind left to say, you made the fatal mistake of saying, “I love you too, Cass.”

That time by the water fountain was the last time you saw that Cassie.

Who stood sheltered behind your protective friends didn't shimmer and shine like the old Cassie was someone you didn't know. She was rusted and warped by a force you could not save her from, so you watched old Cassie whittle away and disperse from your arms.

As much as everybody knew Cassie was innocent and harmless, they knew you were always associated with her. You were the closest person to Cassie next to Maddy, who was always with Nate—her boyfriend. Except, as of recent, the couple has been on a break.

Your friends knew from all the longing stares, changes in your posture and body language, and hand holding that you had a hopeless crush on Cassie. Lexi, Kat, and Maddy assured you she did too. After all, she was more than happy to spend nights alone with you and fall asleep on call when you had asked her; She even gave you small tokens of her affection and sometimes kissed you on the forehead to go the extra mile.

“Guys?” you laugh a bit, confused and honestly kind of scared, “What’s going on?”

“A fight,” Maddy said quickly.

“Rue’s passed out,” Kat nodded.

“Sex. People are having wild, untamed sex,” Lexi starts pushing you away from the sex fight that made Rue pass out.

“Guys, seriously. What the hell is going on? Hey! Lex, stop pushing—”

“Nothing,” They say in unison, “How about we skip today?” Kat offers.

“No, I can’t I have a test I actually studied for, now come on—let go!” you attempt to shake them off but its no use, there's too many of them and one of you.

“You can study again! You're smart.” Maddy reassures you.

“That’s it,” with one final, firm push, you break apart the human barrier and finally take in something that wasn't their worried faces. Instead, it was much worse.

There she was. Cassie’s blonde hair doting over his shoulders. Cassie’s blue eyes shut with notes warmth and hints of lust. Cassie’s lovely fingertips kissing his jawline. Cassie’s tender lips leaning against his thin mouth. Cassie.

You wanted to pass out. By the looks of it, your friends wanted too as well. Each one had a signature expression, imperative to their personality and how they handled shock or something they didn't want to see. Lexi, awkward and surely uncomfortable. Kat, judgmental and off-put. And Maddy. She was pissed. You on the other hand, staring at Cassie kissing Nate Jacobs felt like a stab to the heart, and as soon as you went down, being shot multiple times by different projectiles over and over again.

“Nate is such a fucking asshole.” you mumbled to Cassie one day.

“Hm? What?” she said as her attention followed him and Maddy to who knows where, “Sorry, I-I wasn't listening.”

“Hes just so abusive. Like did everybody just forget what he did to Maddy?”

“That was proved false by both of them and the cops, don't hold it against him Y/n.” Cassie’s peachy lips curled in a slight annoyance.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “Why are you defending him again?”

“I'm not defending him. He just doesn't deserve that being spread around again.”

“You sound like you love him.”

As soon as she plucked her mouth from his, Cassie’s attention pans to her side and in just a matter of moments she was staring directly at you.

“Y/n,” Kat’s voice snapped you out of your trance, “We should go.”

“No, Y/n are you going to fucking take that?!” Maddy crosses her arms. She’s more angry than you are.

“Guys we should just leave, it’s not worth it.” Lexi says.

“Lexi’s she’s your goddamn sister, did she not say anything about this? How could she just leave Y/n for NATE?!”

“She didn’t tell me anything. She hasn’t been home at night, she’s just gone. Mom says she’s out but she wouldn’t tell me jack shit.”

Maddy bites her lip so hard, the sharp taste of metal plagues her pallet.

“What...” You finally speak, catching everybody��s attention, “What the fuck...”

Before anyone could take you away, you watch Nate pull Cassie’s face back to it’s original position; Almost as if he knows you’re watching, he tugs at her delicate cheeks and forces her to look at him. Nate hooks a greedy hand over her small of her back, harnessing her hips by his wrist, pulling her in slowly.

Your breath leaves you in small, shallow breaths. There’s nothing you can do, watching as Nate indulges in yet another deep, suffocating kiss from Cassie. This time, she doesn't reciprocate. Instead, all she can do is stare at you. He continues to make his way down her neck, showing as much PDA as possible even if that meant making the entire school uncomfortable. Even with his advances in nibbling st her vanilla scented flesh, Cassie sways as the movements push her side to side, lifeless like a still corpse.

She tries not to cry when her eyes meet yours. Tries. Without fail, you notice Cassie’s eyes gloss over with a pathetic layer of tears. Of all people, you should be the one who’s heart’s gutted out by the others actions. But she cries regardless.

When he surfaces, Nate whispers in her ear, but she can’t even bring herself to listen. How could she? All this time, she was trying to get over you and fill the void that was left in the absence of you. Of course, it wasn’t a justifiable reason for what your eyes have seen, but in Cassie’s mind it was. With the illusion shattered all Cassie could feel was her fragile heart break once again.

In an attempt to not seem more pitiful than she already seems, she hastily wipes over her lashes, smudging hot pink streaks of mascara all over her already rose wet cheeks. She wipes and wipes, but her tears don’t let up. It’s useless to even continue so she just stares at you with red and puffy eyes, completely lost.

Though Cassie’s eyes were glued onto yours, hoping, praying you’d see through everything she’s been through and find it in you to accept her now, but you don’t. In fact, the very sight of her pursed lips and gaping eyes makes you scrunch your face in pure distaste.

Cassie wanted to cry, vomit, scream, anything to get you to stop making that damn face. It wrecked her to her core seeing you look at her like that but she knew all too well what the cause of it is.

You turn away in time for Nate to get a good look at Cassie. He doesn’t ask why she’s crying, he doesn’t even bat an eye, instead he just gives her a grin and walks off into the crowd of people.

“Y/n—” she mouths your name as soon as he leaves, lurching forward after you've gotten too far away from her, “Y/n I’m sorry!” You can hear her voice faintly, whispering and traveling into your ears, hunkering you down to the floor, motionless.

It doesn't matter if there was a crowd of people blocking the two of you, or that Nate was already long gone as well as Maddy, Kat, and Lexi, all Cassie was concerned with, was you. The distance had already grown unbearable, and it was all her fault; self-awareness was eating her alive like leeches under and over her skin, refusing to let her forget all the memories that had become well swallowed by a thick mental fog.

The sound of the bell blares and Cassie jumps at the noise, looking over her shoulder for a short moment just enough to see people feeding into different halls and different classrooms leaving just you and her by the warning bell rings. Was it her chance now more than ever to make things right?

Without any other second to lose, your lack of protest enables Cassie to move forward, shoving past everybody already passing through. Her hands guide her to pave a pathway that she can actually see through, and that’s when she notices her hands and how strange they've become. Almost foreign, her bold, coffin shaped acrylics reflect back at her and she’s forced to remember times where both you and her would do each others manicures. “I always liked how light blue looks on you, Cass.” your voice echoes in her head. She shakes her head and notices the dark pink color wrapped around her nails. Cassie worms through more and more students, bumping into backpacks and nearly cutting her face on enamel pins adjourned onto the rough materials.

The clacking of her rhinestone heels echo against the linoleum tiles as she walks closer and closer towards you. She looks like a million dollars, like the most perfectly plucked flower in a field, like a diamond. She looks exactly like Maddy Perez. Not like Cassie Howard.

By the time she reaches you, just a few steps away from you, she comes to a halt.

You watch as her chest yanks up and down, trying to catch her fleeting breath, not wanting to be the first to say anything. You knew Cassie wasn't going to say anything either, so for those few moments you two spent closer than you've been in months, you were silent. What had to be said? You knew that when you met Cassie, she was too naive, too oblivious, too young. But you wanted to be young with her.

Now that you cant even recognize her both physically and spiritually, there's nothing more to be had. Though, Cassie had more things to say.

“Y/n...how have you been?” somehow, you recognize the tone in her voice from before.

Quite horrible, actually, you want to say but don't, “Good.” You don't even bother asking how she is.

Cassie sheepishly grabs her elbows like she had done in the past, directly conflicting with her bold appearance, “I missed you.” her head twitches to the side and her eyes fall onto your shoes.

“Cool. I see because you missed me, you're with him?”

She shakes her head, “No it’s not—not entirely...like that.”

“I see,” you look at her expression, hooded eyes concealing her used-to-be shining ones, “So, you know, if you have nothing to say to me I guess we’re done here?”

Cassie feels her heart crumble to thousands of pieces and suddenly she jerks her head back up to match your gaze, “No! No, I actually. I actually wanted to say sorry...”

“Sorry?” you laugh a little, “Sorry for what? Besides royally fucking up my image of you and single-handedly ruining my love life and future plans with you, you have nothing to apologize for.”

Future plans, with her? She thought on your words for a moment before finding the right words to say next, “Not that specifically.” Cassie tucks her flat ironed hair behind her ear, “The water fountain.”

You scrunch your nose in anger, “That’s it? The water fountain?”

She looks at you with the same innocence she always had inside her and pouts just enough to bring out the old Cassie. “Yeah,” her voice is small, “I didn't want you to see that...in front of our place.”

“I guess its not our place if there's no us to begin with.” You say, dropping your shoulders.

“Y/n, I’m sorry—”

“No, Cassie, I’M sorry. I’m sorry for giving you any impression whatsoever that I want to talk to you after what you did to me. I’m sorry that I witnessed my ex with the one guy I told her to steer clear of. I’m sorry that—” the inevitable feeling of tears leaking from your eyes causes you to choke, “I’m sorry that I ever told you I loved you by that goddamn fountain. Because maybe, if I didn't, you and Nate would've been together sooner instead of going behind my back at night just to get a worthless FUCK out of him.”

With wet eyes, you furiously wipe your face, “So, I’m the one who should be sorry, Cassie. The only thing I’d ever hold you accountable for is forgetting what you told me by that stupid fountain.”

Cassie stares in shock, holding her face with her hands as she’s unable to hold back her wails and ugly cries. You can’t even look at her, not because of her expressions but because of why she’s doing them. “If you cared about me this wouldn't have ever happened. Never forget that, Cassie.”

You watch as she falls to her knees, repeatedly apologizing to the point where the words, ‘I’m sorry’ don't even feel a part of the English dictionary.

Even now, she’s too naive, too oblivious, too young. She doesn’t even get a chance to see you for the last time with her reflection in your glossy eyes. Cassie’s never going to get a house with a fountain for her, she’s never going to feel what it’s like to dance with you or to be held by you—it’s too late.

Patience running thin, you turn away, leaving her alone on the floor with your final words to her being, “I have to get to class.” and leaving her with nothing more but the memories by the water fountain.

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thatblackravenclaw · 1 year

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A Little Domestication (blurb)

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

Fezco x Black!fem!reader

Warning(s): fluff, one suggestive gesture, written on my iPad so the format might be kind of weird, not proofread

Word count: 601

I stare at my hair in the mirror. My roots are puffy but I refuse to take down my twists. Deal with my natural hair is just not in my schedule right now. Where the hell is my moose? I turn around and find Fez staring at me.

“May I help you?”

“What? I can’t stare?” His eyes darken as we make eye contact. My cheeks warm up and I turn around to look over the bathroom counter.

“Stop that. Have you seen my moose? I could’ve sworn I left it by the sink.”

He walks into the bathroom and his chest meets my back. His arms wrap around mine and his cheek kisses mine, completely immobilizing me.

“You know, you look really beautiful in this light.”

“Fez, please.” I avoid all eye contact with him and focus my attention to the ceiling. Some of the little popcorn pieces are missing. There’s a spider web in the corner that I refuse to go near because no. He places little kisses on my neck and I squirm in his hold. The sensation makes me ticklish until he starts sucking on that one spot. My thighs squeeze together and I nudge him away.

“I have to be in campus in 20 minutes.”

“That’s fine. I only need 10.” His kisses not seizing, but I feel a grin pull at the corner of his lips.

“You’re insatiable. I only have one class today and it’s 50 minutes. I’ll be back before you know it. Now, if you don’t know where my moose is, could you at least hand me my hat behind you?”

He lets out a dramatic sigh before letting me go and turning around to get my hat off of the door hook.

“Fine. What time did you say to pick you up?”

“Be outside by 12:50, but I probably won’t be out until around 1 because my professor has a tendency to continue talking past our class time like we don’t have lives.”

I move around him and go into the living room to look for my bag with no luck. I look on the couch, by the couch, on the chair, and by the door. Nothing.

“Where the fuck is my-” I turn around and see Fez standing right behind me with my bag in his hand.

“Bathroom. You brought it in there when you were about to do your hair.” I take it from him and quickly peck him on the lips.

“Angel, baby. You’ve got wings. I love you.” I turn around but his hand finds my waist and turns me so we’re again face to face.

“Last time I checked, you have class at 12 and it’s,” He looks at the clock on the wall, “11:45.”

“And?”

“It takes 5 minutes to get to your class. I want a real kiss.”

“Fezzy.” He shushes me by connecting our lips. I put up little to no resistance. I smile into the kiss as I subconsciously pull him closer.

“God, do you guys do anything else besides kiss?” I separate from Fez’s lips and begrudgingly leave his hold to walk over to Ash.

“Aww, I’m sorry Ash. I’ll give you one too.” I lean down to kiss his cheek and pull him into a hug.

“Keep out of trouble while I’m gone, yeah? I’m tired of cleaning blood off of the floors.”

A ghost of a smile wipes across his face as I look him in the eyes and wait for confirmation.

“No promises.” I roll my eyes and hug him again before heading out the door with Fez.

Fezco Masterlist | Los Angeles

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mauvecherie-writes · 1 year

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Roses Can Be Pink.

pairing: Rue Bennett x Black FOC!Monique.

Euphoria AU.

summary: parties can be fun with the right person.

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, wlw, euphoria AU, rue is over 21, rue is in recovery, instant connections, fingering, oral sex, mention of toys.

notes: this is the first time I’ve written queer content in a long, long time so when I say I’m RUSTY, I mean it! This one is dedicated to my best girl @melodicheauxxo I love you and I hope you love it!

word count: 1.8K

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“Aren’t you glad you came to the party? You’re having fun aren’t you.” Your friend, Sammie

gloats as she hands you a glass of wine spritz. You roll your eyes trying to refuse a smile from spreading across your face. You gently shrug your shoulders before bringing your glass close to your mouth.

“It’s aight, don’t get too big headed. I could leave any time to go enjoy Bob’s Burgers.” You say before taking a sip of your drink, the cool liquid soothing your throat. She rolls her eyes before linking her arm with yours and pulling you the rest of the people away from the kitchen.

It was more of a kickback than an outright party with some old college buddies. It’s been over a year since graduating from film school and you have been working in the industry since, doing what you love and you met most of the people here through college except for your best friend - who was currently dragging you to meet some new people.

Entering the room, there’s a few people already inside with an anime you’re unfamiliar with playing on the tv as they huddled close as they played UNO.

“Hey guys!” Sammie breaks their concentration and brings it to you guys as you stand underneath the door frame. There’s one person who immediately draws your attention though. Their honey brown curls unruly but they fall perfectly around her face and rest on her shoulders. Her eyes trail down your body as she leans back into the couch. They come back to your face and a smile is hidden behind her cup as you bashfully break eye contact and squirm beside Sammie.

“This is my best friend Monique! She finally left her house and grace us with her presence.”

“I’m not that bad.” You nudge her shoulder. “I’ve been busy.” You defend yourself with a smile and a roll of your eyes - a habit you happen to always do around her. You love Sammie and it’s not like you were avoiding her on purpose but her parties (parties in general) always overwhelm you so typically just stay away from them.

“Whatever!” She replies before she smiles, taking your hand and sitting you close to the woman you had been eyeing up. The warmth of your blush still tainting your cheeks. You’re a little tense but you take in her soft yet musky scent as you try to lean back into the couch.

“Please keep my friend entertained and comfortable. I’ll be back for her later.” Sammie winked at you before leaving you with the small group. You’re not a shy person so the introductions are swift and quick but the lady sitting beside you is causing your nervousness to spike which isn’t normal.

What’s worse, you think she can notice the affect she’s having on you.

“I’m Rue.” Her voice is soft and melodious. It’s kind of low in pitch but it suits her perfectly. You scold yourself for thinking too much about how her voice sounds but you can’t help it but the instant attraction is wrecking you.

“Nice to meet you.” You shake her hand that was in front of her. Like her voice, her skin is so soft, her fingers are long and slender but her nails are neatly trimmed, painted black. Absentmindedly you lick your lips thinking about her fingers and god you’re such a creep, you’ve just met her and your mind is already going there.

Fortunately the rest of the night, things go really well. The conversation flows so naturally between the two of you that you couldn’t believe you’ve only met today. She’s a friend of Maddy’s who works with Sammie and have been since childhood really and in not so many words, she had let you know that she wasn’t much of a drinker anymore due to previous substance issues from her past. She had been sipping on cranberry and blackberry juice all night as to not draw attention to herself. People were nosy and if they saw her drinking from a red solo cup, she knew no one was going to ask questions.

At some point of the night, you decide to give Rue a tour of your friend’s house finally reaching the guest room that’s your designated room wherever you slept over.

“So what made you choose film?” Rue asks you as you guys had settled on the floor, rolling a ball to each other as the muffled music from the party filtered into your room.

“I love the arts you know? I live for them. They’ve changed and influenced my life and I just felt like I want to be a part of that you know? Like being a part of something that influence change and be positive in someone’s life is a great deal.” As you speak so passionately you could feel her eyes on you which doesn’t stop the feelings she’s enticing within you. It was so strange to get such a visceral reaction to Rue and for the most part, the last few hours have been heavenly.

“Why are you staring at me.” You whisper. You chew on your bottom lip as you let your body fall to one side.

“I like watching you talk.” Rue answers candidly. “You become really animated and there’s this glow to you that makes you more attractive than I already think you are.”

You hold onto your cheeks as your shoulders pull up bashfully.

“Don’t get shy on me.” Rue licks her lips as she pulls your hands away from your face. You still turn your head away from her but with her fingers, she directs your gaze back onto hers. Rue’s eyes are sparkling in the dark as you bear into each other’s souls. The connection that you’re feeling towards her could not be denied.

“Do you feel that?” She asks as she intertwines your fingers with hers, pulling you closer to her body. You shift your bodies so that your legs are overlapping each other and the warmth of your core is radiating onto her thigh.

“Yeah.” You whisper. “I thought I was going a little crazy but I feel so … good around you, it’s insane.” Rue chuckles at your response as she cups your chubby cheeks and rubs your skin with the pad of her thumbs.

“Can I kiss you Monique? I really, really want to kiss you.”

“Yes. Please.” You breathe out before you can utter something else, her lips are on yours. Your stomach erupts in a fever of flatters, nervousness swimming in your veins as your eyes close as your softly kiss her back. However, as the kiss deepens, the lesser you were nervous and enjoyed the kiss. Slow and passionate, in no rush whatsoever and it makes you feel desired. Your hands trail down from the back of her neck to her waist and you pull on her tighter, wanting to feel more of her.

Her tongue swirls around yours which sends a shiver down your spine and your cunt clenches around nothing as your arousal sparks your body into a frenzy of need, a need Rue easily picks up on.

“Lay down.” She whispers to you and you follow the instruction without hesitation. Rue brings your legs to your waist, caressing your thighs as she hovers above you.

“Can I go on?” She asks and you inaudibly nod your head. You’re quiet as she strips your trousers and panties away from your body. “Fuck. I knew your pussy would be so beautiful.” She rasps as her hands travel back up your thighs and her thumbs part your heated core. A shiver runs down your spine as your cunt aches, you wanted more, you anticipate the next move. Rue slides the straps of your cami top down until your breasts are exposed.

Her long fingers tease and pinch your nipples which causes you to squirm. Begging for attention, Rue leans forward and wraps her lips around your areola and shoves two fingers into your cunt. Your gasp at the intrusion is loud but you welcome her finger nonetheless.

“You’re so tight.” Rue mumbles against your chest as you whimper and roll your hips. Her fingers move a bit faster, the sound of your wetness beginning to echo within the confines of your room. Your self control was slowly beginning to slip as Rue fucks you nice and hard with her fingers to the point of orgasm.

“What!-.” You exclaim as Rue suddenly withdraw her fingers from your pussy.

“I need to taste you.” She whispers before she brings her drenched fingers to her mouth. Rue sucks on her digits feverishly which turns you even more. She drops her fingers away from her mouth before she quickly shifts so that her face is hovering closer to your pussy. You try and look down at Rue but with her fingers tracing the opening of your pussy, your head falls back and your eyes close shut.

“Rue, I need you. Please.” You beg.

“Don’t worry baby, I got you.” With that, she wraps her lips around your clit which causes a loud moan to ring out from you. Her tongue is warm as she laps at your cunt.

It had been a while for you but the way Rue was making you feel, wreaked your brain but you didn’t focus on it too much as you ride her face with abandon. She’s eating you so good and you were losing your breath trying to keep up with her pace. Rue rolls her tongue around your clit over and over again before pushing her fingers back into your pussy and stroking your g-spot with hoe she curled her digits.

“Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” Your hips are rolling to the pace of her fingers thrusting in and out of you. You fear suffocating her but your high is creeping near as you focus on your orgasm. A third finger is introduced which causes you to cry out even louder. You’re desperate now and you can’t stop yourself as you use her to reach your climax. The stretch of her fingers deepen your cunt and her tongue on your clit is sending you into overdrive.

Your release slams against you full force and your thighs threaten to close around her head but Rue keeps them from collapsing around her head by pressing one of your thighs down with her arm. She doesn’t pull away from you as she continues to lick you clean.

Your body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure as Rue finally moves away from your pussy and trails her lips back up your body. She captures your mouth and you moan softly tasting yourself on her lips. The kiss moves slow and sweet with your tongues clashing against each other as your core begs for more.

“You got any toys I can use on you in here?” Rue asks you which causes your cheeks to warm in slight embarrassment.

“Yeah.” You admit.

“Bring them out, I’m not done with you just yet.” Rue whispers. “Want to explore every part of you.”

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Can u do a story where Elliot gives the reader head with ice in his mouth <33 storyline could be anything lol

So pretty like this

pairing: elliot x reader

words: 800 ish

warnings: smut, elliot being pussy eating champ, ice-play? temperature-play? cute ass motherfuckers

Loud, bass music was thrumming in your ears, streaming through your veins so your heart thrummed to the beat. You felt Elliot’s eyes on you, leaning against the wall nearby with Rue. A red plastic cup hung loosely in his hand as he chatted with Rue despite his eyes following you like a lost puppy’s. You danced with Jules and a few other of your mutual friends. It felt unfamiliar, and you were sure your body was moving extremely awkwardly and stiff. Elliot didn’t seem to notice that though, that’s at least what you gathered from the look in his eyes. His head was tipped down slightly, eyes peering through his thick lashes dangerously. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, feeling your palms sweat and face grow red.

“I’m gonna take a break,” you shouted over the music to Jules who nodded sweetly at you before going back to her dancing. You pushed through closed-off crowds of people before actually reaching Elliot and Rue. Before you could say hello, Elli grabbed your wrist.

“Hey uh- we’ll be right back,’ he told Rue, wiping his nose and smiling distractedly to his friend before pulling you through the kitchen and up the flight of stairs that housed several drunk, sad people.

“Elli, where are we going?” You asked with a sheepish chuckle. His hurrying could be mistaken for either lust or anger and it made you nervous. Had you done something wrong?

You and Elliot weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend per se, but the air was never not tense whenever you were around each other. You often used weed or alcohol as an excuse to hook up with each other but had never actually described your relationship any further than ‘we’re close’

He tried a few doors until a free guest bedroom was available. He closed and locked the door while you stood silently, still not sure if he was mad or horny. Your hands were fidgeting in front of you, chest heaving from standing and cheeks rosy. You were sure you looked a mess, but right after he had locked the door, elliot spun around and pulled you in roughly by the waist, red cup still in hand. His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, tongue already probing to taste you. You let out a surprised moan into his mouth that he gratefully accepted with a sigh. It was lust, thank god.

“Sit down,” he muttered, voice hoarse and low as he dragged your hips down to the edge of the bed. He had never been this straightforward before. It was always slow at first, hesitant touched and kisses. You couldn’t deny the pulsing between your legs at his manhandling- it seemed there was no time for bullshit on his end. He wanted you now.

He placed the cup on the floor to lift up your skirt, dragging down your panties. It was fast, you barely registered what happened before a hand gently pushed you back on the mattress and your legs were spread, pussy on display for him. Your heart was racing, and you were clenching around nothing at his determination. At the silence. He was just looking at you, right where he knew only he could see you. It didn’t last too long though, and you heard him sip his drink, which you found odd. It made you raise your head from the sheets, but once again you were cut off by his cold tongue licking up your slit. You sighed, thighs twitching as your head fell back.

though he never stopped to surprise you, because soon you felt something ice cold against your clit that made you roll your eyes back, hand desperately reaching for his curls.

“Elli, What-“ you moaned again brokenly out into the air with a small, surprised ‘oh’ and the unexpected feeling. You barely registered that it was an ice cube from his drink. It was melting quickly from the heat of your pussy but he used it eagerly with his tongue, swirling it in circles around your throbbing clit. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, never believing a change of temperature could feel so good. Your thighs clenched his head as he moved the tiny piece of ice down from your clit to your hole. He pushed it in along with his tongue and your thighs clenched tightly around his head, the cold feeling inspiring a new kind of pleasure that had your wetness coating his tongue immediately.

“God, Elliot,” you whimpered helplessly as his now warm tongue touched your clit, mouth enveloping you and sucking harshly. Suddenly everything was warm again and you felt so fucking close to cumming.

“Taste so fucking good, Doll. Want you so bad,” he muttered into your pussy, feeling your hips rock into his face. Your lifted your head only for your eyes to meet as he shook his head from side to side with his tongue right on your bundle of nerves. You came with a loud whine, a broken mix of his name and cuss words. He looked so fucking pretty between your legs, big brown eyes looking up at you innocently- an extreme paradox to what he was doing to you. You softly pushed his head away and he leaned back onto his heels with a content sigh.

“Thought about doing that for fucking hours,” he said with a subtle smile up at you. “Was it okay?”

You saw a sliver of the gentle, nervous elliot behind the lust and confidence there. “I never even knew that was a thing. It was amazing elliot,” you replied with a chuckle, still feeling the wetness of your cum and the melted ice between your legs.

“Well you look really fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, thumb running through your folds still on display. It made you twitch from sensitivity and your face heated up quickly at the way he looked at what he was doing.

He gave you back your panties and you knew they’d feel uncomfortable with your slick the rest of the night, but it had been worth it.

“I’m the only one that gets to do this to you, right?” He asked right as you were about to unlock the door. His hand was on your waist again.

“Yes, Elli. It’s only you” you assured him, turning to look into his eyes. You wanted to show him how much you meant it.

“M’ all yours.” You left before he could reply out of nervousness, and therefore missed the adoring smile that fell over his face.

You were all his.

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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 27: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

Chapter 27: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

I wish I met you further along, Gave you my older heart, still and strong, But I wouldn't have a fire like I do today, Oh, it burns for you babe, You got nothing on my tendency to be led astray, Oh, it took a blindside hit to show me the right of way.

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 4,234

Chapter Warnings: Usual warnings for mentions of drug use. Just take this whole chapter as a warning.

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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"I won't be long. Save me a seat, alright?"

Sending Fez a tight lipped smile, you nodded. Putting on his white button up, still warm from when Faye had just finished ironing it, he didn't even think to question why you'd left the flowers and card that you'd just finished signing for Lexi on the side.

Nor did he second guess the backpack on your shoulder, heavy with creased clothes that had been haphazardly thrown in during your hastened rush once he was in the shower.

Your chest felt heavy as his hand caught yours, stopping you before you could pass him, "You sure 'bout this? We can always stay home."

"No... No. It's fine. I'm fine. We should go. For me as much as Lexi."

Swallowing the guilt the scratched at your throat, the acidic taste burning in the cuts it left behind, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, watching as his cobalt blue gaze softened, accepting your unknowing deceit without hesitation. Even after all this time, Fez's trust in you remained steadfast, resolutely unwavering in the belief that you were a good person, despite all of your shortcomings and weaknesses. A faith that not even your parents seemed to have in you.

He left one last kiss on the back of your hand before you made your way toward the door, halting for just a moment as you inhaled deeply.

You would be back. Once you were better. If you ever got better. Because whilst addiction was an illness, it was chronic. It didn't pass like a cold, or the flu. You would feel the temptation lingering for the rest of your life. That much, you'd learned from the abysmal amount of NA meetings you'd attended.

You would never be cured. But you didn't want to flit between addict and recovering addict for the rest of your life. Because for once, that life seemed to have something worth staying around for. And it wasn't just Fez.

Your life as a child had been privileged. Much more so than others, and you had realized that whilst you could understand where your issues stemmed from, you couldn't blame the difficulties of your past and allow them to be your excuse for your future. You wanted to be a better person.

You wanted to be clean. Recovering. You wanted to be you again, even if you had absolutely no idea who that was, anymore.

Feeling a pair of eyes burning into you, your head darted round quickly, meeting the dark coffee colored eyes of Ash. Silently, he watched you with an unrecognizable expression, and for a moment, you panicked, almost positive that he could read your mind.

A mournful smile fell on your lips, watching as his eyes fell to your bag. "I'll be back soon."

His dark eyes remained on you, but you could feel them relax a little, even from the distance across the room, and the boy simply nodded, his intense gaze finally dropping and allowing you to leave.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried fruitlessly to keep your tears at bay, knowing that if you let even one fall, the whole charade would crumble, and you'd end up back under the security of Fezco's bed sheet, relying on a man who simply didn't have the capability or expertise to help her. And why would he? He was a 21 year old, running two family businesses whilst bringing up his brother to the best of his ability. On top of taking care of his grandmother.

You were just another layer of stress that he didn't need. Not right now.

"Ay, you good?" The familiar voice of Custer made you flinch, hazy memories from a night that felt so long ago pushing at the brink of your consciousness and leaving a taste of how good forgetting could be.

"What're you doing here?" You prayed your voice didn't sound as meek as you were sure it did. Whilst you didn't particularly want to be rude to the guy, you also had no intentions of giving him any sort of pass. You didn't like him, and you didn't trust him. Even if Faye did.

"Seeing my girl. Where you off to?"

Furrowing your brows slightly, you watched as his fist clenched before his fingers fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, as if they couldn't stay still for even just a moment.

"Out. To uh... See a friend."

"Cool, cool. Your boy home?"

You wanted to tell him no. Tell him that nobody was home and his journey was a waste of time. But he knew damn well Faye didn't leave the house -- you weren't even certain if he knew she often frequented the store -- and there was at least some excuse for his appearance. So instead, you simply nodded, a forced smile on your lips as he passed, watching as he rounded the corner, out of your sight.

Your phone buzzed, causing you to jump and fumble to retrieve it out of your pocket, your heart settling as you recognized the name.

"You on your way?"

Clearing your throat, you nodded before realizing they couldn't see you, "Uh, yeah. Just left."

"Sure you don't want me to come get you?"

"-No, no. It's fine. I could use the walk to uh... clear my head. I'll see you at the church, though. I won't be long."

The voice sighed, and you knew they were hesitant, as if you would run off into the sunset instead, "Alright. Well, I'll be outside waiting when you get here."

"OK, cool. And Ali?" you heard him hum through the phone, awaiting your next few words, "Thanks. For all of this."

"Yeah, yeah," his warm laugh could be heard down the phone, "see you soon."

You placed your phone back into your pocket and took a long, deep breath in, ignoring the city air and trying to focus on steadying your heart. This would all be worth it.

Two letters had been left next to Lexi's card.

Sure, Fez might've understood, but you knew his ocean eyes would've stopped you leaving, even if his words would've told you it was OK, maybe even insisted you went. Helped you pack a bag that you didn't have to hide away.

But you would've stayed. In his apartment. In a rut. In and out of an addiction that would inevitably kill you.

So a letter would have to do. It needed to do.

You passed by the closed store, eyes downcast as you refused to look in, despite knowing Fezco wasn't there, and didn't stop your pace until you were stood outside of a familiar house, the car in the drive way causing your palms to sweat.

All you had to do was drop off the letter. Put it in the post box and fucking run. You knew Rue wouldn't be there. She too, was at Lexi's play. But it wasn't her you were nervous to see.

Swallowing down your nervousness, you crossed the street and opened the old mailbox, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to exit as quickly as you'd arrived. A voice from the front door stopped you in your tracks.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Taking a deep breath, you retrieved the letter, trying your best to not scrunch it up in your hands as you turned to the woman who somehow made you feel even more ashamed than you did every time you caught your own reflection.

"I'm sorry, I was just..." holding out the letter pathetically, you quickly stepped back as she approached you, her speed surprising you as she made it to you within a few strides.

"You need to leave before I call the damn cops."

"I know Rue isn't in, I'm not here to see her. I just wanted to give her-"

"Don't you think you've done enough damage? I don't give a damn what you want. You come within 10 feet of my daughter, and I swear to God-"

"Mom," a voice desperately called from the house, and you recognized Rue's little sister watching you both with a furrowed brow, disquiet evident on her face.

"Gia, baby, get back in the house. I got this."

"Mom, please. Come back inside-"

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"You're sorry? You're sorry? No. I'm the one who's sorry. Sorry that I ever allowed you to stay in my daughter's life once I found out how you knew each other. Once I found out what you are."

Unable to hold eye contact, your eyes settled on your dirty converse, "I'm so sorry, Leslie. I know, I fucked up and-"

"Don't you dare. I don't want your apology. My daughter doesn't want your apology. We just want you to stay the god damn hell away from us."

Leslie turned, storming back into the house, calling after Gia, but the young girl remained, large brown eyes boring into yours, unsure of her next move. Eventually, she peaked over her shoulder before closing the door behind her, her steps much smaller and slower than her mothers.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she intently watched your every move. Every breath.

"She has a chance of getting sober for real," Gia's voice was soft as tears collected along her lash line, "I know that it's not as simple as just... stopping. But... She has a chance, and I'm not gonna let anyone ruin that."

Nodding, you felt your chin wobble. Not for yourself, and not even necessarily for Rue, either. But for the damage her addiction had caused those around her. This was the fallout of her self-destruction. And you had only aided that.

You'd helped crumble the buildings that were crushing everyone who loved Rue.

"I know I have no right to ask you this but uh..." sniffling, you wiped your sleeve under your eyes, almost angry at the small tear that had fallen, "Can you give this to her? You can read it first, if you need to, but I uh... I need her to read it. To know that I'm sorry. For everything."

Gia released a sigh, watching as you held out the crumpled letter, arms still wrapped around herself.

"Rue was an addict long before you came along, and she would've relapsed with, or without you. I know you didn't help, but... You didn't cause it, either. Rue... She's not been good for a long time. Almost as long as I can remember. Ever since our dad..."

"I know. Well, I mean, I don't know, but... I know she's been through a lot. And I know she's a good person, and I don't wanna hinder that anymore."

"I'm sorry for what my Mom said. She's just-"

"No, not it's fine. I get it," you sent her a meek smile, as you nodded. Sometimes people need to get their feelings hurt.

Only once Gia's fingers had gripped the envelope, did you turn and leave, hoping the tears would at least hold off until you got to the end of the road.

An apology. To the people you'd hurt. That was what Ali had told you. He was going to help you learn how to forgive yourself, but in the mean time, he had told you to learn to seek forgiveness in others. Whether or not they forgave you, whether or not you believed they should forgive you. All you could do was apologize. What they chose to do with that was out of your hands.

So once Fezco was sound asleep -- his body cloaking yours in a warmth that you'd struggled to draw yourself from -- you settled at the kitchen table, a school notebook open as you racked your brain for the right words.

A simple Sorry I fucked up your life didn't seem adequate enough, it barely scraped the surface of your feelings, but the longer your eyes bore into the lined page, the more you were able to sit with your emotions. And once you'd started, the words just didn't seem to stop.

You'd started with Rue. An apology, for doing what all addicts seemed to do and use her to get a fix. Sure, she was using just as much as you, and said she'd had no intentions of remaining sober, but you felt guilt regardless.

Your appearance couldn't of helped. Rue, who was used to using in secret, by herself, now had a friend to play with. One that was just as willing and as reckless as she was. It was a temptation that she couldn't decline. You knew you wouldn't have been able to, either.

You wanted Rue to know that she was a good person, and a good friend, despite her bad habits. But that they didn't have to define her. That she was so much bigger than this. That she deserved to be bigger than this. She just had to keep trying.

You wanted her to know that if some other alternate reality existed where neither of you had faced the challenges that led you down the paths you had taken, and you'd have still managed to find each other, you would've been friends. And even though you couldn't be sure whether that ending would ever happen in this reality, you could only wish your circumstances were different. But if you no longer being involved in Rue's life aided her sobriety, then so be it.

The next letter was addressed to Ash. Not only apologizing for turning his life upside down since your arrival, but for him feeling like he had to protect you. Whether he liked it or not, he was a kid, and he deserved to have the life that was so tragically torn away from his brother.

You asked him, pleaded with him, to remain kind to Fez. And whilst you knew the eldest sibling would need his support, you only hoped Ash would also seek the sanctuary that only his big brother could provide.

You'd never seen the type of loyalty that the brothers held for each other before. Never felt that loyalty, until Ash had shown you the night of Mouse's death. Of course, you never mentioned that in the letter -- you weren't stupid enough to incriminate either of you in regards to the drug dealers death -- but you hoped he knew how appreciative you were of him, despite the inner turmoil that he'd felt the need to protect you in the first place.

Faye's letter was much shorter, but you had to apologize for putting her in the position you had a few weeks earlier. You didn't know how she felt bout it now, but you'd seen her lingering, sorrowful glances as she passed you, your body curled up on the bathroom floor drenched in sweat and soaked in regret.

Fez's letter.

Well... that was much harder.

Buzzing in your pocket, you phone pulled you out of your pity party. Wiping the few tears that had trickled down your cheeks away, you didn't even bother to look at the caller ID.

You weren't too far from the church that held your NA meetings, and you fully expected it to be Ali, ringing once more just to double check if you still wanted him to pick you up from there or not. Especially now it had started to drizzle.

"What?" You sighed, voice trembling a little more than you'd liked. the voice sounded calm enough down the phone, and you felt a little guilty for answering so bluntly.

"Now?" Pulling your phone away from your face to check the time, you still had the best part of an hour before you had to meet Ali, "Yeah. Sure, fine. But I gotta be quick."

Finally arriving at the apartment building just off Kemper street, the door opened before you even had to knock, the seemingly sweet woman's smile faltering slightly as she took in your appearance, "Oh, you're soaking. Come on in. I'm sure I have some spare clothes somewhere."

"It's fine, really, Laurie. I have extra." You motioned toward the bag on your back, causing her eyebrows to raise slightly,

"You're not going somewhere, are you?"

Watching as she sat down on the couch, you tried to swallow down your discomfort.

"Oh, uh... No. Not really. Just staying with a friend for a while."

"Trouble in paradise?" She smiled before quietly thanking Bruce Jr when he placed some folded up clothes beside her.

"No, nothing like that. Just a uh... change of scenery, I guess. Look, I really do have to get going-"

"You can't walk around in those clothes, you'll catch your death. Change into these, and I'll get yours into the dryer. Bathroom is down the hall."

"I have to meet someone-"

"-It won't take a minute to dry. Then Bruce will drop you wherever you have to go. C'mon. I don't bite."

Knowing that the easiest way to get out of here would be to entertain Laurie's fussing, you allowed her to help you, making your way toward the bathroom and changing, giving her the damp clothes once you were dressed.

"Now, you know back after we first met? When I did you a favor? And I said, one day, I'll need you to return that favor. And when I did, I expected your help, no and, if's or buts?"

Despite the cold chill that the rain had left you with, you suddenly felt a little too warm. Sure, you'd agreed to help Laurie, but you had been in a moment of weakness, willing to agree to almost anything for your next fix.

"I'm, uh... I'm not really doing that anymore."

Sending you a tight-lipped smile, you could sense how forced it was despite being on the other side of the sofa, "Oh, that's not important right now, sweetheart. But I do have an issue that I need your help with."

Licking your lips, you could only nod, hoping that you could just get out a little sooner.

"Good girl," the words felt patronizing, but her tone remained soft, "You see, there's this girl who agreed to take a lot of drugs off my hands, promising I'd get a good turn out. Only problem is, she's a first time dealer and I'm yet to have any repayments."

Wringing your hands in your lap, you could feel them begin to shake, "Oh, I mean... I'm not really useful when it comes to shit like that. I'm not exactly... intimidating."

A mocking smirk settled over the woman's face as her dark slate eyes settled over your face, "Oh, that's not what I'm asking of you. But she needs to learn a lesson, and I'm afraid, you're part of the collateral damage."

Any words you had died on your tongue the moment you felt a thump, barely able to recognize the searing pain as your vision turned black, and you fell into a deep unconsciousness.

Looking down at his watch, Ali sighed, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

Leaning against his truck now the rain had stopped, he shook his head in annoyance. He knew he should've picked you up.

He'd got here early and had been parked outside since, so he knew he hadn't missed you. Instead, he had a terrible gut feeling that you had changed your mind. He'd been so close to getting through to you. To finally breaking down the walls that you had bloodied and bruised your hands to build, fighting him tooth and nail at every turn as you tried to convince yourself that you didn't need his help.

And then there you were, pushing yourself out of the uncomfortable plastic chair.

At first, he'd assumed the scrape of your chair indicated your leaving, and he had to fight to school his features as you walked passed him, making your way to the front of the small hall, eyes brimming with tears of acceptance, hands wringing in self-doubt and insecurities as you introduced yourself to the group for the first time,

"-and I'm an addict."

He had intended to speak to you after the meeting, but you'd found him first, and after a long chat, he'd agreed to let you stay with him until a room became available at the impatient hospital. He didn't question your current living situation, and the only thing you'd told him was that you weren't sure it was a place you could commit to getting sober. Not right now, at least. Not without help.

So before he left this evening, he'd set up the spare room with fresh sheets and extra pillows, placed a few books around the room, along with a jarred candle.

He could honestly say he was a little surprised by your no-show. Normally someone in your situation would only follow through with receiving help once they asked for it, and he knew from personal experience how low you had to fall before you'd ask for help. He wasn't sure you could fall any deeper without digging yourself a grave.

So when you hadn't shown up an hour and a half later and your phone had repeatedly gone to voicemail, he took one last puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the floor -- his boot stomping on it despite the puddle already putting it out -- before clambering back into his car, a deep sigh leaving him as he pulled away.

All he could do was hope that once you got your shit together, you'd call him, and you could both try again.

The empty apartment was silent, shattered glass lay on the floor and not one wall was left untarnished, decorated in a flurry of bullet holes, and on the floor, the once white envelopes were splattered in blood, the deep crimson liquid distorting the words that were scribbled across the page.

Fez.

I need you to know, first and foremost, thank you. For everything. But I also need you to know how sorry I am. For everything.

I met you at a time in my life that seemed perfect. You had exactly what I needed. Supply and demand, I guess. But what I didn't realize that it was so much more than that. Not only did you have what I needed, but you were what I needed.

I know it feels like I'm rambling, and I know you're probably confused by this letter, but I need you to know, I'm not going to make it to Lexi's play tonight. But please, go for the both of us. I'm sure it'll be fantastic and please let her know how sorry I am to be missing it.

The night we met, you had shown me a kindness I had never known. You, a total stranger, took care of me when I was nothing less than horrible to you. I'm sorry for my original impression of you. I thought you were an average, run of the mill high school drop-out, who cared little about anything other than himself, hanging out at high school parties because he wasn't worth shit.

Now I know how wrong I was.

You, Fezco O'Neill, are anything but ordinary. And I'm sorry I took so long to allow myself to see that.

The man I know you to be is extraordinary. Supporting Ash, running a business, and taking care of your Grandmother are not small feats, and I'm so sorry that not many people know the real you. The one you allowed me to get to know. The guy who spins me around the room, dancing to the end credits of Stand By Me. The guy who spent far too long curled up with me on the bathroom floor whilst I was at my worst. The guy who did everything in his power to keep me safe, even if that meant going against his own beliefs.

I'm sorry that I took your hand and dragged you down to hell with me. I'm sorry for the cruel person I turned into at my lowest. I'm sorry that I'm not the person you deserve, not right now, at least.

I'm still in East Highland, but I needed to leave. I need support that I shouldn't unfairly rely on you for. I need someone with experience, so they can help teach me ways to cope with being sober, just until a position at a center opens up. It could be weeks, it could be months. But just know I'm safe. And, should things go to plan, and I remain here, I am most definitely sober. Trust me, my sponsor is a total killjoy. Which is exactly what I need, I suppose.

I know this might not work. I know that addiction isn't just a coat that I can take off once I've outgrown it. But I need to try. I deserve to try. For myself, as much as anyone else.

I'm sorry I had to leave this way, and I hate that we both know you'd have supported my decision if I'd told you. But we both know, I wouldn't have been able to leave you, had you known. All you'd of had to do was ask me to stay, and I would've. But I need to do this. I have to make this all count for something. To make myself count for something. Otherwise, what's the point?

When I come back. I'll be better. For you, for Ash. For myself.

I'm sorry. Thank you. I love you.

Fin...

...Pour le moment

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Hi there.

I just wanted to leave a quick authors note to say thank you so much to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged, commented on, and enjoyed this story. Your support has been incredible and genuinely warms my heart so much.

I’m not going to ramble on because I’m not sure anyone even reads these things, but I hope you all have a wonderful new year and a lovely 2023. Stay safe, stay kind, and I hope that if you decide to stick around, you’ll enjoy the other stories I will be putting out. And if not, then I hope I’ll see you again once Season 3 of Euphoria is out.

So much love. Thank you once again. <3

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she calls me daddy

A Euphoria Imagine

Pairing: Maddy Perez x female!reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: You’re new to East Highland and Maddy Perez takes you under her wing.

Warnings: NSFW, dom!Maddy, sub!reader, daddy kink

A/N: Under 18 dni!!! This is mostly porn with, like, a lil bit of plot just for fun because fuck Nate Jacobs, based on the song she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA. If you know me irl proceed with caution lmao bc this is literally pure filth. Also this is unedited so there’s probably some errors.

Masterlist

You moved to East Highland a week before starting your senior year of high school and became fast friends with Maddy Perez after complimenting her on her vintage Pucci pumps on the first day of school. She was the one who invited you to your first EHHS party where, for better or worse, you caught Nate Jacobs’ eye.

The smug smile on his face as he walked through the halls with one arm slung over your shoulders was enough to deter any of the other boys from shooting their shots. By the beginning of October, the whole school knew that the two of you would be homecoming king and queen; it was practically set in stone.

You and Maddy crushed the first four days of Spirit Week, and suddenly it was Friday and you were wearing Nate’s football jersey tied up around your waist, leaving just a sliver of skin visible above the waistband of your plaid miniskirt. The day passed by quickly since all classes were cut short to leave enough time for the pep rally at the end of the day, which would officially kick off the homecoming weekend.

Nate drove you home after the game, even though the rest of the team was going out to celebrate. He pulls into the driveway half an hour before your curfew and follows you inside to make the most of them. You lead him up the stairs to your bedroom, shouting a quick ‘hello’ to your parents as you pass the living room.

“Why can’t you just go to homecoming with me?” he asks

“I told you, my parents won’t let me,” you say, trying your hardest not to roll your eyes as you repeat yourself for what seems like the millionth time.

“But --” You press a finger to his lips, shushing him and cutting him off.

“I gotta go with a group of girls so they won’t get suspicious. But if you’re a good sport, afterward at Maddy’s house,” you slow down and exaggerate those last two words to get your point across, and you flick your eyes to the open door, making sure your parents aren’t eavesdropping before sliding your hand down to his chest and leaning in until your lips are almost touching his to whisper, “I’ll make it up to you.” He hisses as he sucks in a deep breath, and you pull your head away a split second before he leans in to try and capture your lips.

“Tomorrow, I promise,” you say, drizzling your voice in regret. A quiet, frustrated grunt escapes his lips as he leans his head back and closes his eyes and you giggle at the familiar action. Power rushes through your veins; it feels good to have someone

“Tell me why I thought it would be a good idea to date a girl with religious parents,” he groans, running a hand through his thick hair.

“‘Cause I’m irresistible,” you say with a wink. “Speaking of religious parents, you should probably go before they decide that I can’t go to the dance tomorrow.” You walk an unenthusiastic Nate out the front door, giving his bicep a quick squeeze before shutting the door. He hesitates outside the door and leans his back against the solid wood, imagining you on the other side doing the same, but in reality, you’ve already made it back up to your room and are shimmying the screen on your window up. With practiced ease, you swing your legs out and slip through the opening. With three steps to the left, you’re able to wrap your legs around one of the pillars on the front porch, and you clamber down like an expert mountain climber.

It takes ten minutes to bike to your destination, and when you arrive, you let your bike fall to the ground and pull off your sweatpants and Nate’s jersey, shoving them under one of the wheels. You ring the doorbell and adjust the hem of your skirt as you wait for the door to open. It takes a few minutes, during which you’ve rearranged your very minimal clothing at least fifteen times, but then the door is swinging open to reveal Maddy standing in the doorway wearing a pair of black high-waisted bike shorts with a matching sports bra and a shit-eating smirk.

“You can head upstairs, I’m just gonna grab us something to drink,” she says as you step inside. You nod and follow the familiar path to her bedroom. The lights are off, but the fairy lights on the walls cast a pretty pink glow around the room. You kick off your platform sneakers and sit on the edge of the bed with your ankles crossed and hands folded in your lap, waiting for Maddy. She brings two glasses of red wine with her and hands one to you without a word. The liquid is bitter on your tongue and you feel a familiar warmth spreading through your body as soon as it hits your stomach.

“Were you with Nate?” Maddy asks. Her voice is clear and her tone is neutral, but her eyes darken with just the slightest hint of anger.

“Yeah,” you answer

“Did he touch you?” She asks this question a little bit louder and raises an eyebrow as she waits for your response. You shake your head and lower your head to stare into your wineglass, avoiding her intense stare. When you lift your head again, Maddy is towering over you. She takes the glass from your hand and sets it on the floor, off to the side next to her own. Using two fingers, she tips your chin up until your gaze locks on her eyes. Her pupils are so large that only a sliver of dark brown is visible.

“I said: did he touch you?” She repeats, pausing for a second in between each word.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head again.

“Good.” A smile breaks out on her face and she leans forwards, pushing your shoulders down until your back hits the bed behind you. She crawls over your body, careful not to touch any part of you except your wrists, which she pins to the bed above your head. Then she leans down until you can feel her breath on your ear.

“Do you love him?” Her voice is a husky whisper against the delicate skin of your neck, and a shiver travels up your spine, making your body convulse.

“No,” you repeat, and it morphs into a squeal as she lowers her mouth and pulls your earlobe between her teeth.

“Who do you love?” Maddy starts a trail of kisses down your jaw.

“You.” The answer is a shaky breath leaving your lips.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Her lips ghost over yours and your hips buck upwards, searching for some sort of friction, but they can’t quite get high enough

“You. I love you, daddy.” As soon as the words leave you, her lips are crashing against yours and you can taste the strawberry sweetness of her lip gloss.

When she pulls back to catch her breath, you let out a needy whine, struggling against her firm grasp to free your hands, desperate to touch her. A stern glare stops you in your tracks and you deflate into the comforter.

“Do you want something?”

“I--” You start to answer, but she cuts you off.

“Because if you do, you have to ask for it.” She shifts her weight so there’s even more pressure against your wrists, and you moan at the sensation.

“Wanna touch you,” you manage to mumble. “Please, can I touch you?”

In the seconds before she releases your hands, you’re hyper-aware of how fast your heart is beating against your chest, working overtime to pump blood where you need it most. You immediately grab at her hips to pull them down onto your own to alleviate some of the pressure thrumming in your core. She keeps one hand above her head to support her weight but uses the other one to slip the straps of your tank top off your shoulders. You reluctantly take your hands off of her, one at a time, to pull them off completely. From there, it’s easy for her to slide the slip of fabric down until your boobs burst free.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” she breathes, pausing to admire your small but perky chest and the hard peaks of your nipples. Your cheeks burn under her adoring gaze and you tilt your head back in a silent request for a kiss which she is eager to answer. This kiss is dirtier than the ones before; she sucks your bottom lip into her mouth and then releases it with a small pop, taking advantage of the way your jaw drops in pleasure to slip her tongue in its place. With slow strokes, she licks the roof of your mouth and seems to absorb your soft mewls before they can leave your throat. You open your mouth even wider, wanting more, needing more, but she slides down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses underneath your chin and down your neck. Your head drops back onto the mattress to give her more room and you arch your back to encourage her to move lower. Her hips follow yours as they drop down a little bit and she grinds down on you. You try to spread your legs but she squeezes her thighs tighter around yours to hold you in place which causes you to whine.

She ghosts a hand over each of your breasts, just barely grazing your nipples, and then trails her fingers lower, over the scrunched-up fabric of your tank top and down to the waistband of your skirt. Her mouth replaces her hand on your breast and sucks on the skin just below your collarbone hard enough to leave a hickey. You lift your hips and wriggle to try and slip your skirt off, but she presses her palm against your hipbone to stop you. The disappointment you feel is short-lived because soon enough her hand is on your exposed thigh and she’s kneading slow circles into the soft flesh with her thumb. It feels like it takes forever for her hands to get close enough to where you want them, but in reality, it’s only a few minutes. She widens her legs and nudges your thighs open with one hand so she has more room to work, and captures your lips in another kiss. It tickles a bit as she drags a finger down the hem of your thong from your waist to your pussy where it glides easily against the silk of your panties.

“Fuck,” she groans against your lips, and you feel her smile. “So wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“All for you,” you breathe. You whimper as she presses the tip of her finger against the wet fabric.

“You like that?” Your brain is so far gone that you can’t answer with your words, too focused on the rush of pleasure the action causes, so you nod instead. She rubs slow circles around your clit through your panties, and you feel yourself gushing in response. Heat gathers deep in your belly and you push up, grinding your hips in time with her fingers, trying to get her to speed up.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she scolds, pulling her lips off of yours. “Patience.” Your lower lip juts out in a pout, but then she pulls your panties to the side and you bury your face in her neck, gasping as the sensitive skin is exposed to the cool air of her bedroom. She doesn’t give you any time to recover; her fingers are back on your clit in no time. They circle it one, two, three times before she slides down through your drenched lips. She teases your entrance with her middle finger and your moans are muffled by her neck as you press your face against it even harder.

“Please,” you whimper, and it’s just barely audible.

“Please what?” She asks as her pointer finger joins the middle at the edge of your hole.

“Please fuck me, daddy.” As soon as you finish talking, her fingers are pushing against your tightness, easing you open until they are able to slip in. Your walls clench down and your brain sings with happiness when she finds your G-spot. She presses her thumb against your clit in time with the thrust of her fingers inside you, and your hips buck against her wildly, your pussy seeking every bit of stimulation it can get.

“Fuck, daddy,” you groan. “‘M gonna cum.”

“Not yet,” she hums, slowing down her fingers just a bit.

“Please, please, please.” Your voice is a prayer against her skin. She holds you on the edge for a few seconds as your breathing speeds up and your body starts to shake from the effort of holding back your orgasm.

“Okay, you can cum for me, princess.” Your lips flutter around her fingers as all of the tension leaves your body. Her fingers continue their actions as you ride out your high, shuddering against her. When she’s coaxed every last bit of cum out of you, you whimper at the overstimulation and she pulls her fingers out and drags them up your neck, trailing your juices up to your mouth. You part your lips and obediently suck them clean. She buries her face in your hair and murmurs “You did so good for me.”

You release her fingers from your mouth and wrap your legs around her waist and she pulls you close, holding you still for a few minutes as you recover.

“Do you think you can do that again?” She asks with a wicked grin. “You haven’t taken my cock yet.”

“Yeah, but I need a minute,” you answer honestly. Your breathing is still heavy and your heart hasn’t returned to an acceptable resting rate.

“I can work with that.” Maddy climbs off of you and pulls off her shorts and the black lacy thong underneath them. You can see her own wetness shimmering between her thighs and you lick your lips, eager to feel them against you. Before she gets back on the bed, she pulls you into a half-sitting position so she can slip your shirt over your head. You fall back against the bed when she releases your hand, too worn out to hold yourself up. She crawls back over you slowly, pressing her pussy against your pelvis and then dragging it up your stomach, over your breasts, and up until she’s hovering over your mouth.

“Are you going to be a good girl and make daddy feel good?” she asks, holding her hips just out of your reach.

“Yes,” you say, taking a deep breath in and then releasing it so the hot air tickles the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. You can smell her musky scent and your clit twitches with excitement. She shivers and lowers herself down onto your eager mouth, and moans when you press a kiss to her clit. You push your tongue out and she grinds down as it brushes against her opening, but you’re not ready to give her exactly what she wants yet, so you lick your way up to her clit, instead and suck it between your lips, holding it in place to make it easier for your tongue to tease the flesh around it. One of your hands grabs the soft flesh of her ass while you guide the other to massage her lips, and her moans get louder and more frequent as you speed up your actions.

“Stop teasing,” she demands, and you oblige, dragging your tongue back down to her hole. You circle it a few times and then let it slip inside, moving your hand up so you can rub your middle finger against her clit. She bucks her hips against your mouth, pressing down harder until your tongue is fully buried inside. You lap at her G-spot and massage her clit as she rides your face faster and faster until her thighs clench and she stills as her orgasm hits.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she moans as she rubs her pussy against you a few more times to ride out her peak before collapsing on the bed next to you.

“Good?” You ask, turning to face her.

“So good, baby.” She leans in and sucks your lips into her mouth, humming as she tastes herself on them. One of her hands finds its way down to your pussy, and you gasp as the tip of her finger brushes against your swollen clit. You were so focused on making her cum that you didn’t realize that your own excitement had picked back up again until her fingers slipped on the wetness that had pooled there. “Looks like eating me out got you excited.” You feel her smirk against your lips and she slips one finger halfway inside you. “Do you want to ride me?”

“Yes, please,” you say, nodding eagerly.

“I think I’m gonna need to stretch you out a bit first, so I’m going to put another finger in, okay?” Before you can respond, she adds another finger and pushes them in deeper, keeping her pace slow and steady for a few thrusts before pulling them back out. You whine at the loss of contact and grind your hips against her thigh to get the feeling back, but she rolls away from you and gets off the bed to dig out the box of sex toys from the back of her closet. While she’s busy, you pull yourself up to a sitting position and scoot to the edge of the bed to wait for her. When she returns, she’s got a large dildo strapped that matches the color of her skin strapped to her hips, and your mouth waters at the sight in front of you.

“Like what you see?” She asks, teasing you as she pulls her shoulders back and juts her hips forward, showing off the cock between her legs.

“Yes, daddy,” you say, looking up at her with wide, eager eyes. She grabs your hand and pulls you up only to shove you down onto your knees in front of her. The thick tip of the dildo brushes against your lip and you obey the silent command and let your jaw drop to accommodate it. You push forwards until it hits the back of your throat and then pull back again. There’s still a good three inches at the base that you aren’t able to reach, but you do your best to take just a little bit more every time you bob your head.

“That’s it, babygirl, I love it when you suck my cock,” Maddy coos, reaching down to lace her fingers through your hair. She tugs on it to get you to move faster, until you’re gagging, and then she drops her hand and pulls back until the dildo falls from your lips. A trail of saliva is still connected to it, and Maddy hums in pleasure at the sight. She pulls you back up and then moves past you to lay down on the bed, motioning for you to follow. You climb on top of her, your pussy aching to be spread, and you let your lips drag against the dildo as you get into position, sending a shock of pleasure through your body. Your body hovers just above the tip of the dildo as you wait for Maddy to speak.

“Are you ready?” She asks. There’s a wicked glint in her eyes that tells you she knows that you are, but she just wants to make you wait a little bit longer.

“Yes, daddy, please,” you whine, working hard to keep your hips from bucking.

“Okay.” As soon as you have permission, you let your knees slide further apart on the bed so you can lower yourself down. It takes a second for your lips to open wide enough for the tip, but then it slips in easily. When you’ve made it halfway down it starts to meet some resistance and Maddy locks her elbows, digging her nails into the flesh of your hips so hard there’ll be bruises when you wake up tomorrow. An indignant huff escapes your lips at the abrupt interruption of your journey, but Maddy lifts her head up to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss to make up for it.

“Don’t want you to get hurt,” she mutters against your lips. “Gotta take it slow, okay?” You nod and lower your head, trailing kisses down her jaw and onto her neck where you bury your face. She loosens her grip on your hands and you feel yourself slowly sliding lower, lower, lower, until you’ve almost made it to the base.

Maddy’s breath is hot on your ear as she whispers, “Can you take it all, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” you murmur against her skin. There’s a little bit of pain as your pussy stretches to accommodate the rest of the toy, but the pain morphs into pleasure once you’ve adjusted enough. “Oh fuck.” Your breathing quickens alongside your heartbeat, and you press your hips down even more until you feel your clit brush against Maddy’s. You know you’ve hit the right spot when she lets out a guttural moan. After a few seconds, she’s pushing your hips back up and you oblige, moving your hips back and forth as you ride her. With every stroke, you grind your clit down against hers for just a moment before she’s pushing you away, delaying your orgasm for as long as possible. You pull yourself up a little to be able to kiss her again, and her breathing gets shakier, letting you know that her own orgasm is close. As the pleasure builds up in your core your thrusts speed up and get sloppier, desperate for every bit of stimulation against your clit. Her grip on your hips loosens and eventually, she lets go, sliding her hands up your sides and to your tits instead, giving you full control. You slow down and focus more on grinding your hips down, pressing your clit to hers. The two of you are making so many noises you aren’t sure which ones are coming from you and which ones are coming from her. She bucks her hips up with increasing speed as she comes undone underneath you.

“Fuck, baby, right there,” she breathes just before her orgasm overtakes her and she shakes beneath you. You don’t slow down, just continue climbing to your own peak.

“‘M gonna come soon,” you mumble against her lips as you feel the first crest of pleasure.

“No, not yet, hold it, baby.” You let out a garbled whine but squeeze your eyes shut and pull your hips up to prevent yourself from falling further off the cliff. “Hold it… hold it… hold it… Good girl, okay, you can come for daddy.” As soon as the words have left her lips, you’re swallowing them with a moan, and your orgasm slams into you with full force. You feel yourself gushing all over the cock inside you, and you thrust your hips one last time, grinding down on her as you ride out every last drop of your orgasm before you collapse on top of Maddy. She giggles and wraps her arms around you, holding you tight to her chest.

“Good?” She asks, rubbing your back as you take deep breaths to try and calm your racing heart. You just nod and nuzzle your head into her chest even further, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with sweat. She lets you lay there for a few minutes before she pushes you off, pulling the toy out and taking it off, letting it fall to the floor next to her bed. You hate the empty feeling you get when she pulls out, but she distracts you by sliding a finger up through your pussy lips, collecting the wetness pooled there. She pops her finger in her mouth and hums around the digit as she tastes you. When you finally drift off to sleep with her arms wrapped tightly around you, that moment replays in a loop in your dreams.

You’re back at Maddy’s the next day to get ready for homecoming and then take photos, and your pussy tightens at the sight of the bed where, not twenty-four hours earlier, she had fucked your brains out. Thank God the others are too distracted with doing their hair and makeup to notice the blush that creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks when Maddy winks at you.

At the dance, you alternate between dancing with your girls and dancing with Nate, but when Kat announces that after one more song she’ll crown the homecoming king and queen, you make sure you’re with him. His grip is tight on your hips, digging into the bruises Maddy had made, making them ache. He buries his head in your neck as the song slows down.

“Can’t wait for later,” he whispers, and even though you can’t see his face, you can hear the smirk on his lips. You just hum in acknowledgment as your eyes seek out Maddy over his shoulder. She’s standing by the stage, whispering with Kat. Your heart clenches in your chest at the sight; Kat gets to be with Maddy while you have to dance with Nate-fucking-Jacobs, but you remind yourself that it’s not for much longer.

Soon enough, the music stops, and then everyone is looking at you as Kat says your name. You forget to breathe as you make your way to the stage with slow, controlled steps. The whole room is screaming and cheering, and it rings in your ears. Kat hands you a bouquet of flowers and places a delicate tiara atop your head, and you feel like you’re underwater, seeing things at a slight delay.

“And now it’s time to announce our homecoming king,” Kat says, and the room cheers again. Nate’s football friends are shoving him and laughing, and his bright-white smile flashes at you from the back of the room. He’s on top of the world for the ten-second pause Kat takes to build suspension.

Then, she yells, “Maddy Perez!” and everybody cheers for a second before falling into a confused silence. Nate doesn’t seem to have heard her and he’s making a beeline for the stage, but Maddy is closer, and by the time he’s made it to the stairs, she’s already been crowned. He lifts his head up and the smile on his face drops into a grimace as he notices what has happened.

“What the FUCK!” He screams. He jumps up the stairs two at a time and lunges for Maddy. She grabs your hand and pulls you to the side as security grabs him from behind before he can touch either one of you, and he kicks at them, shouting profanities as they drag him out a side door. While everyone is distracted, Maddy pulls a necklace from her bra and fastens it around your neck, letting her fingertips linger on the delicate skin on the back of your neck, causing a shiver to travel down your spine.

“Congratulations, guys,” Kat says to you and Maddy once the commotion has settled down, and you thank her before leaving the stage. The diamonds on the ‘M’ on your chest sparkle under the spotlights as you and Maddy take your spot in the center of the dance floor.

At school on Monday, it’s Maddy’s arm around you in the hallway and Nate Jacobs is nowhere to be found. All is as it should be.

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