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Forget Me Not - Fezco
Summary: Fez forgets your date Friday night and he spends the weekend trying to get back on your good side
Fezco x Reader
Word count: 2,247
Author’s Note: This just started because I thought about blasting music that fit my mood when I was mad and the other person realizing I was mad based off the lyrics lol. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. The divider is from @firefly-graphics
It had been a long night. Fez got word about a party happening last minute and him and Ash needed to go to lessen the load of Mouse’s latest supply. Before the party, Fez had been at the store for most of the day. He was ready to count up the money from tonight and go straight to bed.
“You’re in trouble,” Fez heard Ash say from the living room. He finished locking the door then made his way towards his brother.
“What I do,” Fez asked, then his eyes followed Ash’s to the couch where you lay sleeping.
“Oh shit,” Fez said, rubbing his hand over his shaved head. Normally, this wouldn’t be Fez’s reaction to seeing his girlfriend. Especially, after a super long day. But it was your nice black dress and perfectly done hair that reminded Fez he forgot about your date.
“Yeah, shit,” Ash chuckled dropping his backpack on the kitchen table. “She’s gonna be pissed.”
“I forgot she was stayin’ over this weekend. Her roommate’s army boyfriend was comin’ home for the weekend and she ain’t want to stay around for them reunitin’ for three days straight.”
“So she’s gonna be mad at you all weekend here? That’s hilarious,” Ash said with a silent laugh so he wouldn’t wake you.
“Man, shut the fuck up,” Fez whispered to his brother. By no means was any of this funny.
“I’mma let you deal with that. I’m goin’ to my room.”
Once Ash was gone, Fez squatted down so he was on eyelevel with you. “Ma,” he said softly. “Ma, wake up.” You stirred a little but your eyes were still closed. “Come on, let’s get you in bed,” Fez said gently shaking you now.
Your eyes opened briefly, then closed again. “I’m fine here,” you replied flatly, then rolled over so your back was to Fezco now.
Fez sighed. “Come on, baby. I’m sorry. I heard about a party the other day, and you know I got this extra supply to get rid of this month.”
“So not only did you go to a party without me, you didn’t call to let me know you’d be home late either? Nice to know I’m so forgettable.” You readjusted on the couch then pulled the blanket down to cover yourself up. After about an hour of Fez not showing up and not hearing anything from him, you took your makeup off and got comfortable on the couch.
You knew you were being a bit childish. You could have easily called Fez to see where he was at, or remind him of your plans. But you had been texting him for most of the day anyway. It hurt that even though you should have been on his mind already, he still forgot about your date and you coming over.
“You’re not. I know you’re mad, but at least sleep in my bed tonight.”
“No thank you.”
Fez sighed again frustrated with how stubborn you were. “You don’t have to sleep with me. I’ll take the couch.”
“No. Thank you,” you repeated more sternly this time.
Fez just stayed there for a moment staring at your back hoping you’d give in and go to his bed. But you were stubborn and didn’t budge an inch. Fez stood up then walked to the kitchen table to put the money him and ash made tonight up somewhere safe. He wasn’t in the mood to sit there and count the profits right now. He’d worry about that tomorrow. He began making his way to his room, but glanced at the couch before he went down the hall to see if you changed your mind. You didn’t. He sighed then made the trek to his bedroom alone for the night.
Well I'm not gon' cry
I'm not gon' cry
I'm not gon' shed no tears
Fezco practically shot up out of his bed at the loud music. He looked around the room and realized it was morning from the faint light pouring in from behind his curtains. He shook his head then got out of bed to see where the noise was coming from.
Ash was sitting at the kitchen table watching some Youtube video with his headphones in while shoveling pancakes and eggs into his mouth. He walked into the kitchen to see you flipping a pancake over as you sang to the Mary J. Blige song. You were obviously still upset. He knew you would occasionally play some 90′s R&B while you cooked, but playing Mary this loud was a sign you were mad.
“Morning, ma,” Fez said testing the waters with you. Normally when he’d catch you cooking in his kitchen, he would come up behind you and kiss your neck. But he didn’t want to make the mistake of touching you and making your madder right now. He didn’t think he could handle you pushing him away.
Fez was met with silence as you grabbed a plate with some eggs already on it and placed the pancake down. “Come on, Y/N. I said I was sorry.”
You still ignored him, putting the skillet into the sink then walking over to the table to sit down. You grabbed the syrup that was next to Ash and poured it over your pancakes. Fez looked around the kitchen and saw that there was no food for him. He sighed, his shoulders slumping. He grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and poured himself some cereal. Usually, he would sit next to you at the table, but he sat from across from you instead.
Ash looked up from his phone and eyed the both of you. He was sitting in the middle of you two and could feel the animosity.
The Mary song faded out, but another angsty one was up next.
Baby Let Me Explain To You I'm Sayin
What You Sayin
It's Not Even Like That
It Wasn't Like That But I Saw You
Your eyes glanced up at Fez across the table from you but his eyes were already on you. Your eyes became angry as you glared at him then went back to your plate. Fez just sighed. Ash rushed to finish his food so he could hurry up and leave before things got more tense.
It was almost noon now, so it was time for Marie’s bath. On weekend’s when you came over, you volunteered to help Fez with his grandma. You always called it girl time and you weren’t going to let your anger at her grandson stop that.
“You won’t believe what your grandson did now,” you spoke to the old woman. Just because she was bedridden and couldn’t speak, didn’t mean you couldn’t keep her updated on what was going on.
“He forgot that I was coming over,” you said as you moved the warm towel up and down her arm. “And on top of that, he went to a party. Without me!”
As usual, you were met with silence. Fezco spoke so highly of his grandma when he first told you about her. Kitty was a badass. You hoped she would have liked you. Fez always said she would have loved you.
“I know Mouse’s punk ass dumped more product on him than usual, but if Fez would have told me he was going, I wouldn’t have mind.”
It was quiet for a moment. Just the sound of you dumping the towel back in the water then ringing it out.
“I know this is mostly my issue of being forgotten and I’m making a big deal out it, but it hurts.”
You were so busy in your own head and giving Marie her bath that you didn’t hear Fez’s footsteps coming down the hall. He was at his grandmother’s door listening to everything you said. He was so upset with himself over the situation. There you were, giving his bedridden grandmother a sponge bath after he made you angry. Most people would have said screw it and not done anything for Fez. But that morning you made his brother breakfast and now this. God, he loved you. He had to find a way to make it up to you.
After you were done with Marie, Ash convinced you to drive him to the mall so he could get some new shoes. You decided to make an afternoon of it since you weren’t planning on doing anything with Fez today. The two of you went to the movies after he bought his shoes. You paid for the tickets and he paid for the snacks. You told him he didn’t have to buy the snacks since you’re the one who decided to see a movie, but Ash insisted. Sometimes he would go to the movies with you and Fez, so he was just doing what he always saw. Fez would buy the tickets, and you would buy the snacks... well, sneak them in your purse. It was cute that Ash did that. You kissed him on the head and he wiped it off.
By the time you made it back to the O’Neil house, it was around 6. Ash asked you to drop him off at his friend’s place and said he would call you when he was ready to go. You were happy Ash was doing some normal child things, but you were bummed because that meant it would just be you and Fez. You started to think you should just forgive him. No point in holding out a grudge this pointless for too long.
You used your key to get in and walked down the hall to drop your shopping bag by the couch, but the dim lighting and candles through you off. Cautiously, you looked around. It was way too quiet.
You heard soft footsteps coming down the hall then turned to see your boyfriend in dress pants and a button down shirt holding your favorite flowers.
“Hey,” Fez said softly.
“Hey,” you replied back just as soft.
He walked closer to you then handed you the bouquet. “I got you these.”
You glanced down at the flowers then into Fez’s eyes as you reached out to grab the bouquet. Fez saw the small smile on your face and took that as a good sign.
“I’m sorry, ma. I didn’t mean to forget our date or you comin’ over. It slipped my mind, but it ain’t gonna happen again.”
“I know, Fez. And I’m sorry, too,” you said, a hint of sadness in your voice.
Fez’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What you sorry fo’?”
You shook your head. “For ignoring you. For getting that mad at something so small.”
Fez walked closer to you shaking his head, grabbing your free hand. “Nah, you had a right to be mad. It was important to you that I remembered our date, and I didn’t. I don’t wanna ever make you feel bad and that’s what I did.”
Your hand tightened around Fez’s. Your eyes glanced around before they landed on Fez’s piercing eyes. “I just... I have issues with being forgotten about.” Fez slowly stepped in closer to you and you automatically leaned into him. He grabbed the flowers from your hand, placing them on the table so he could grab your other hand as well. You laid your head on his chest.
“You don’t have to worry about that with me, ma,” Fez said reassuringly, making you nuzzle in closer to him. “You, Ash, and Grandma are the most important people in my life. Even if I slip up n’ miss a date, I could never forget you. I love you too much.”
You let go of Fez’s hands and wrapped them around his waist squeezing him tightly. “I love you too.”
Although you were no longer looking at him, Fez could hear it in your voice that were crying now. Fez wrapped one arm around you, and used his other to lift your face so he could look at you.
“Don’t cry, baby. You know I hate that.”
You sniffled, trying to stop the tears from falling. “I know. I just feel bad. I shouldn’t have ignored you.”
Fezco kissed your forehead, his lips lingering for just a moment. “It’s done. But let’s promise not to ignore each other, ‘kay?”
You nodded then exhaled trying to calm yourself down. “Okay.”
“Good,” Fez replied. He stepped back from you, your hands dropping down beside you, then he grabbed your hand and began leading you to your spot at the table. “Now, let’s enjoy this food I made.”
“You made this,” you asked smiling as you looked down at the delicious food in the center of the table. Fez could hear the doubt in your voice.
He pulled your chair out for you before he answered. “Well, I paid for it and put it on the nice glass plates. That’s basically makin’ it.”
“You made it look nice. You didn’t make it,” you corrected, giggling at him. You reached your hand out on top of the table once Fez sat down across from you. He took that as a sign you wanted to hold his hand. He reached out, his fingers interlacing with yours. “I love it though,” you told him. Your voice sweet like the syrup on a snow cone. “And I love you,” you added, squeezing his hand.
Fez’s lips curled up into a smile. He knows you mean it. Despite whatever happens, you always mean it. “Love you too, ma.”
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Request for reader taking Rues place in s1 ep2 when mouse pays a visit to Fez
ofc, hope you like!
fezco x fem!reader (season one ep 02: stuntin' like my daddy)
warning: drug use/abuse, coercion, violence, swearing, slight sexual language, mentions of overdosing, after effects of naloxone (narcan) and fentanyl like nausea, urinary retention, drowsiness.
wc: ±2465
a/n: requests welcome!
gif not mine, all credit to original creator.
The only time you'd ever really see Fez at a party was if he was dealing. He wasn't one who really enjoyed going out or being around a lot of people, but parties were one of the fastest ways to sell his shit, and a guy's gotta eat. On the days he had all to himself, he'd often be at home doing nothing.
The only thing he enjoyed more than relaxing at home, was relaxing at home with you. You seemed to have that effect on him; he enjoyed doing things more when you were around. He'd take you shopping because he knew you'd buy actual food and not just any random stuff with no nutritional value. He'd take you with him on random night drives through the city because you had the best playlists to listen to and he wouldn't admit it, but he secretly loved listening to the different genres of music you enjoyed. He always enjoyed having your presence around the house, and around him.
Right now, however, he really really wished you had stayed home. Not that he didn't want to see you, but he was about 5 minutes away from doing business with one of his suppliers (not one of the nicests guys either), and he didn't want to anywhere near when they arrived.
"Hold on, you can't be in here right now," he drawled nervously when he saw your wet frame enter the living room. "I just came to make you guys dinner, got everything for your favorites," you smiled as you made your way inside, placing the groceries you had bought on the kitchen table. You toed off your shoes and made your way to Fez's room. "Nah, you gotta go Y/N," he said following after you.
"Why, am I not welcome anymore?" you joked, looking through his drawers for dry clothes. You settled for a pair of old sweatpants and a t-shirt you had forgotten there, and swiftly changed.
"I'm serious, come back in a few hours but right now you gotta get the fuck up outta my house," he said seriously. You frowned at his words. Was he seriously going to kick you out in the middle of a rainstorm? "It's fucking pouring outside, Fez. I can just—"
"Nah you ain't listening, you gotta go right now before these motherfuckers come through," he interrupted you. By now you had grown irritated by his behavior. "Who are you talking about?" you asked angrily, walking past him to go sit on the couch in the living room. "My guy's boutta come through and I don't want you here when he gets here, you understand?" he said following you. Right. His guy, as in his supplier. You were on the verge of asking him what the big deal was if you just stayed out of their way for the few minutes, when his phone buzzed from the table he was previously sitting at.
You peered behind the back of the couch towards the table and then back at him. He did the same, and when your eyes met, you could see the anger mixed with fear on his face. "I could fuckin' kill you right now," he muttered before reaching for his walkie talkie. "Yo Ash, they here," he spoke into it before he started packing stacks of money into a paper bag.
By now you had grown a bit nervous at what was about to go down. Fez never allowed you to join him when he was doing any of his deals. He wanted to keep you as far away as possible from that side of his life, and right now you were about to meet one of his suppliers.
He walked over to the couch were you still sat frozen in fear, pushing his hands between the two cushions and pulling out a gun, checking to see if it was loaded. Your eyes widened before meeting his. "Look I'm serious Y/N," he said quietly, "just stay right there, keep your mouth shut and be cool. These dudes ain't fuckin' around." You could only nod in response, watching closely as he placed the gun back between the cushions.
☆☆☆☆
To say the big bald guy with the face tattoos currently standing behind you was scary, would be one hell of an understatement.
"So this your little bitch?" you heard him ask. You didn't dare turn around, nervously clasping your hands together in your lap to stop them from shaking too visibly. "Nah bruh, that's my girl," Fez subtly corrected him as the guy made his way around the back of the couch. He kneeled infront of the couch and extended his hand in greeting. "Well hello there," he said. You nervously unclasped your hands and placed one in his, which he took and kissed softly. You wanted to retract your hand from the feeling of his cold, dry lips on your skin, but you had no idea if that could potentially piss him off, and you didn't want to find out what he'd do if he got mad.
"My name is Mouse, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said. How ironic you thought, but you couldn't find anything humorous in the way his stare sent chills down your spine. When he walked away you looked over to Fez again, who was sitting right across from you. He gave you a small nod as you tried your best to calm down your racing heart.
Mouse started unpacking and naming all the diffrent drugs he had available. You tried not to look as shocked as you felt, but truth was you weren't used to all of it. Yeah your boyfriend was a drug dealer, but you didn't do drugs, and he's made it his life's mission to keep it that way You turned around and caught a glimpse of all the different bottles and pills all packed in big plastic zip lock bags.
"7750," Mouse's lackey Custer said as he finished calculating the price of everything at a quite impressive speed. Fez quickly got the paper bag with the money, throwing it to Mouse, who threw it to Custer. "Sure you don't want no Fentanyl?" he asked. "Nah man I'm cool off that shit. Too many OD's, man. I don't want the heat," Fez said calmly.
Mouse turned around to where you sat. "How about you pretty girl," he asked, "you ever tried Fentanyl?"
"No," you said quietly, still looking down at your lap. "Nah, she's good bro," Fez said as Mouse took a seat next to you on the couch and placing his arm behind you on the back of it. He used his outstretched hand to play with the loose strands of your hair. "You gonna let your boy talk for you?" he asked with a smile. You looked over at Fez, not knowing of you should answer him or not. "I don't know—"
"Don't look at him, look at me." You felt as though you might burst into flames if you did look at him. You turned your head slightly towards him, and you were met with a smile that made your stomach churn nervously. "You ever tried it?" he asked again.
"Yo forreal bruh, I don't want her fuckin' wit that shit," Fez said through a clenched jaw. You could hear the irritation and anger in his voice. Whether it was aimed at you for being here right now or at Mouse talking to you, you didn't know.
Mouse ignored Fez's talking, moving closer to you until his mouth was at your ear. "You know that feeling when you cum so hard you can't feel or hear shit?" he asked. You frowned, turning your face away from him and looking down at your lap once again. You didn't want to answer him, you didn't want to be talking to him anymore. "You like that feeling?" he added. You couldn't do anything but nod dumbly, afraid of what he might do if you ignored him.
"Well shit, you gon' love this."
Soon he was reaching for his pockets, pulling out a knife and a pouch of liquid Fentanyl, placing a small amount of the substance on the tip of the blade. He bought it closer to your face, and before you could think you were instinctively shaking your head and moving your head away from the knife.
"I don't— I don't think I should," you said softly. "What, you don't trust me?" he asked. "Yo for real man, she's good," Fez said desperately trying to diffuse the situation. He was praying that you didn't come close to that blade, he didn't want you using that shit at all. "Shut the fuck up bitch," Mouse said, still looking at you, "ain't nobody talkin' to you."
"Tell your boy I ain't talking to him right now. Tell him to shut the fuck up," he said to you. You looked over at Fez, the tears already burning behind your eyes. "C'mon don't be scared. It won't bite you." His voice bought your attention back to the blade that was still infront of your face.
"C'mon, try it."
Fez was shaking his head at you, praying that you weren't stupid enough to take up his offer. You were shaking like a leaf. You didn't know what to do, you just wanted to get out of this situation as fast as possible.
Without a second thought you placed your mouth on the tip of the knife and licked the substance off. Please don't let me die the words replayed in your head over and over and over as you felt yourself slowly and quietly slip into a diffrent state. After a while you couldn't even sit up straight anymore, and you found yourself softly falling on the couch cushion. Please don't let me die please don't let me die please don't let me die please—
"It hits quick," you heard Mouse's voice faintly as you tried desperately to hold onto some form of lucidity. Fez was watching you closely, trying to see if you were still conscious. "You like the way that feels?" he asked placing your leg over his lap. "Mhm," you managed to get out through lips that felt as heavy as concrete. "You wanna couple of patches pretty girl?" he asked and you replied with what you hoped was a yes. He got the patches from his jacket pocket and placed them beneath the waistband of your sweatpants.
"Its gon' cost you three hundred," he said to you, but looking over at Fez, "C'mon, pay up pretty girl."
"I only have like, seven dollars on me," you said, slurring your words like a drunk. "I said three hundred," Mouse repeated running his fingertips along your leg. "I bought like, groceries and shit." You could feel the drool running out your mouth and down your cheek, but it felt like your body was nailed to the couch. You felt so relaxed, so good and fuzzy that you couldn't even be bothered by the drool.
"Yo Mouse, lemme pay for it man," Fez spoke up. "I thought you was too good for Fentanyl" Mouse said with a taunting smile. "What is it, everybody changing they motherfuckin' minds on me?" he asked turning to Custer who sat on the back edge of the couch laughing.
"She can't afford it, she gon' have to find another way of paying me. Straight up," he said, now rubbing along your leg. "Ok," you replied, thinking he was still talking to you. Fez wanted nothing more than to pull out the gun from between the two cushions and shoot Mouse right there and then. He could feel himself getting angrier with every stroke of Mouse's hand along your clothed leg.
"Yo man, jus' lemme pay for it. Got the money right here."
Fez stood up from the couch, and placed three hundreds in Mouse's hand. "Damn, your boy must love you. Its gon cost you six hundred now, man."
☆☆☆☆
After Fez gave Mouse his extra money he counted the bills before standing up to leave. "It's always a pleasure doing business with you," he smiled, pushing your leg from his lap and getting up from the couch. As soon as the door closed behind him, Fez stood up, taking the Fentanyl Mouse had left on the couch and calling Ash. "Flush that shit down the toilet, and go grab the Narcan, just in case," he said placing the pouch in Ash's hand.
He went over to the couch were you were still laying quietly and motionless, your one leg still hanging off the couch. He carefully pulled it back up the couch, maneuvering it to prevent you from rolling onto your stomach, and covered your body with the small blanket that layed by the couch's end. He sat by your head on the couch, softly stroking your hair and praying that you were okay. Your eyes fluttered open when you felt his soft touch on your head. "'M sorry," you slurred, trying to keep your eyes open, to stay awake. Your breathing was irregular and soft, and you felt a dull discomfort in your chest.
"It's ok," he said softly, wiping away the layer of sweat from your forhead. "I ain't leaving you."
When Ash returned with the Narcan you were quickly given some in each nostril and after a while your breathing returned to a somewhat normal tempo. You couldn't fight the urge to sleep anymore and soon you were closing your eyes and dozing off.
☆☆☆☆
You layed in bed next to Fez feeling like absolute shit. You couldn't fall asleep. The dull pressure in your bladder and the constant nausea made it impossible to get comfortable. You turned around slowly, to find Fez laying next to you, his eyes trained on you. He hadn't left your side since your little run-in with Mouse, and had you stay with him until you felt better. He even went as far as to ask one of your friend to bring you clean clothes from your house.
"How you feelin'?" he asked, voice thick from sleep. You only shook your head no, you couldn't even find the strength to talk. "You want some' to eat?" he asked softly. The mention of food made your stomach churn uncomfortably and before you knew it you were jumping out of bed and making a beeline for the bathroom for what felt like the millionth time.
You felt Fez's hand rubbing circles into your back softly as you threw up once again. "Let it all out, baby," you heard him say softly. He knew you hated throwing up, and he hated seeing you ill, so he tried his best to give you any sort of comfort.
After you finished you flushed the toilet and wiped your mouth. The cold tiles beneath your knees and the warm press of Fez's hand against your even warmer body grounded you. "I'm sorry for taking that shit," you said through quiet sobs. You hadn't even noticed you'd been crying. "Is alright," Fez said softly. He hated seeing you cry more than anything. "You'll be alright, okay?" he said, pulling you into a hug, "I ain't going no where. Gonna look after my girl."
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Baby Daddy
Pairings: Fezco x black!reader
Warnings: swearing, sexual content, unprotected sex.
Word Count: 2.5k
this is from my old account too so if you see this and you're like "Hey this is familiar" its because its me babe
"When are you going to start dating again?" Kay asked her friend. YN rolled her eyes and fed her 8-month-old child a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes. "Sage can you tell your aunty I'll knock her right tooth to the left." The little girl oblivious to the conversation only whined for more food.
"Come on, look, you've been out of the dating pool since you got pregnant since you and... he who shall remain nameless-"
"Girl, just say Fez."
"YN don't you miss having some fun, flirting with whoever just to get bored and ghost them in like a week?"
YN missed having fun in terms of going on dates with whoever she wanted to and accepting gifts from whoever gave them to her and on the occasion just having a drunken one-night stand but she was a mother now, things had been put into a different perspective. She wouldn't mind dating but she knew what it was like out there, not a lot of people were up to play step-parent or wait around until her child went to sleep.
"Or are you still hung up on you know who?"
YN's baby daddy was no stranger to being the topic of conversation, he was a steady fling— occasionally going on trips together, going to hotels, planning cute little dates, going on double dates, and he even met her parents. But something just prevented them from putting this title on things and as deep as she was falling for him she never let him know. Soon she was pregnant and they agreed to co-parent, it was all smooth sailing but watching him be a father made her yearn for a relationship with him. A solid one.
"No, I'm not still hung up on him," She lied. "Even if I was... could you blame me? I mean you saw the way he treated me as if I was his whole solar system and seeing him with Sage. It just makes everything deeper."
"You two are so complicated, you were the one who said you don't date-"
"Well, that was before I met him!" She shouted. YN took a deep breath. "Kay... you don't know how he makes me feel, gosh I mean when I was pregnant there was no hesitation he was so happy, he wanted me off my feet when I started showing, he put me on this pedestal that I don't know if anyone can make me experience again."
The doorbell rang cutting into their conversation, YN asked her friend to go answer and she did swinging the door open revealing the man of the hour as if they summoned him by accident.
"Hey, Fezco." She heard from the kitchen. "Speaking of the devil," YN muttered. Heavy footsteps trailed inside the kitchen. "Hey YN."
"Hi, Fez."
Sage instantly started to kick her feet when she saw her father come into view. "Hi, my happy baby." He cooed rubbing his nose against hers. "Well, I guess I will leave y'all alone, have some family time. I have some shopping to do."
YN wiped off her daughter's mouth and stood up leaving her with her father. "With who's money?" She asked. Kay shrugged. "Doesn't matter as long as it's not my own. See y'all later."
Kay left the house leaving YN in awkward silence. "So what are you doing here today?" She asked. "I was missing you guys, so I let Ashtray handle shit today." She took a sip of her coffee and sighed sitting around her kitchen island. "Did you eat yet?" He asked. She nodded but he stared at her longer. "Fine, no. But I'm not that hungry anyway."
"You have anything to cook?"
YN groaned. "Fez,"
"I don't want to hear it I'll make something."
There was no point in arguing with him really he would just turn around and do whatever he wanted anyway. The rest of the day was breezy, YN got to finish some work and take a nap while Fezco took care of their daughter. She sat in her playpen in front of the television watching some Bugs Bunny he had left on. YN rubbed the sleep out of her eye coming down the steps in a baggy shirt and some socks. She peeped over to see Sage engulfed in the old cartoon and decided to let her be.
She slid into the kitchen and crept behind Fez drawing a line down his back. "Hey." She smiled. "Hi, sleepyhead."
YN laughed. "Thank you for letting me have more than 15 minutes."
"Five hours should do you justice for the week." He joked. She rolled her eyes leaning on the counter to peek at what he was cooking. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this, I owe you."
He shook his head. "You're the mother of my child, carried my little girl for almost ten months, you've done everything for her. You don't owe me anything."
'Why do you have to be so nice?' She said to herself.
YN looked up at him wanting to ask something, maybe confess her feelings, but her doubt got the better of her and she only sheepishly smiled at him before heading to the living room and sitting in the large playpen with her child.
Holding up toys to her face and watching her little hands grab them only to toss them back on the floor. Florian poked his head around the corner grinning as he saw his two girls having their own fun, he tip-toed over. "Room for one more?"
"Of course."
Soon all three were in the playpen. YN felt his arm snake around her pulling her in closer to him, he kissed the top of her head. This was what she wanted, every night, with him and no one else honestly. "Dinner's ready if you're hungry."
"Mmm you know I'll never say no to food."
The three gathered around the table, Sage for her own small portion of the food. They said a little prayer before digging in. YN's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "I swear you make the best steak and potatoes oh my goodness."
"Thank you." He chuckled. The dinner was more a comfortable silence with the occasional random noise from the baby who was covered in mostly mashed potatoes. "Every time I look at her I fall more in love. She's perfect." YN mumbled.
Fez agreed. "We did a great job. Making her and raising her." YN lightly threw her napkin at him for the comment. "It's true, I know you remember." He winked taking a sip of his water. She remembered very well to the point where it would leave a heartbeat in more than one place.
Dinner was done, and Sage had been bathed and put to sleep. YN washed what dishes were left while Fez picked up the toys and packed away the playpen. It was 8 pm and though she didn't wake up too long ago she was ready to go back to sleep. "Well everything is cleaned up, guess that's my cue to go."
She frowned but kept it hidden. "Uh... okay, well thanks again for today I needed the little break."
He nodded. "No problem."
Neither wanted him to go just yet.
"I- um, what if you leave a little later... I have wine." YN felt herself becoming rosy she couldn't believe she was stumbling so much. Fez found it cute though. "Uh, I drove here."
"There's a couch... or an extra room." She flirted. He agreed to her offer setting his keys back down. His eyes were glued to her backside watching her bend down to one of the lower cabinets grabbing the liquor. "Hey there are some glasses somewhere up there can you-" She stood up catching him in the act, her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. "What?"
"Nothing." He shrugged. "Glasses right?" Fez didn't need much of a stretch to collect the glasses. "If we really wanna keep her sleeping we could go in the basement."
"Lead the way."
YN stepped downstairs hearing the door quietly close behind her, she stopped in her tracks seeing the tent made of blankets that she set up one night with Kay. "That's cute." He chuckled. Drinks were poured while they sat up in the tent. "Cheers to a parent's night in." She giggled. "I'll drink to that."
YN picked a movie and laid back against some pillows that were stacked but she felt herself being pulled once again into Fezco's hold, he rested his head on her thighs and she smiled lightly scratching his head with her acrylic nails knowing that was what he liked. As the movie played and more drinks were poured she started to feel the buzz, she couldn't handle liquor like she use to— tingles ran through every inch of her body as her temperature rose.
Fez was feeling the same way, his fingers running up and down her thighs. By this time they switched positions and were both laying down with her as the little spoon. She, not so subtly, pushed back against his crotch her eyes widening feeling his already hard member poking through. His hand moved from her thighs up her torso and under her shirt, his lips pressed against the back of her neck.
"I miss you." He mumbled. She shook her head at the drunken confession. "Mmm, you had too much wine." She hiccuped. "So? A drunk man's words... have... thoughts." YN fell into a fit of laughter. "What the hell was thaaat!?"
He only shook his head, his glossy eyes analyzed her every feature, the little dots of freckles spread across her skin, her full lips forming into a smile. "Fezzy..." She whispered.
"YN." He whispered back. Her low eyes fixated on his full beard. "Do you miss life before Sage?" She wondered. He disagreed. "I love her too much to turn back the clock you know?"
"Mhm."
He closed his eyes. "I miss how close we were though. I miss taking you on dates and shit. I miss pretending like we were in a relationship."
YN ran her thumb over his cheek. "I think you were the only one I wanted a real relationship with," She admitted. "Why do you think I trapped you?"
"Shut up." He mumbled pulling her face closer until their lips touched for the first time in quite a long time and it was a feeling that was well overdue. Soon the movie was just background noise, clothes were coming off piece by piece, kisses filling in their places, and warm hands exploring their bodies like it was the first time they met. YN wrapped her legs around his hips, her nails digging into his soft flesh, her soft moans caressing his ear.
He grunted burying his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder leaving kisses behind. "Oh my goodness... Fez." She breathlessly whispered while tapping his back. "Oh, baby I'm gonna cum."
His tongue slithered against her warm neck tasting her salty skin, sweat coating both bodies. "Cum for me, please cum for me, baby."
Yn felt her legs loosen their grip allowing him to thrust harder, she let out a long groan her nails sliding down his back leaving faint red trails. Her orgasm took over her whole body causing her to shake and shiver, to reach down between them in a weak attempt to push him off but he wasn't going anywhere he loved watching her mouth form that 'O' shape, his name repeatedly slipping from her, her perfect eyebrows coming closer together, the eye contact was the cherry on top of it all.
"Shit." She giggled out of breath. "You okay?" He chuckled passing his thumb over her chin. "Yes." Her cheeks started to feel warm.
Fez rolled over on his back letting out an exhausted sigh picking up the phone to check the time. "1 am, wow." He put the phone down seeing Yn now on top of him her hands laying on his chest, her soaked pussy sliding against his shaft, she whimpered at her sensitive clit's contact with the vein he had poking out. She lifted her hips taking his dick into the palm of her hand so it stood straight up and slowly sank down on it.
"Baby..." He moaned feeling engulfed in her warmth and slickness. "Can't take anymore?" She flirted rotating her hips. "Mmm don't start that, I always make you tap out."
YN didn't answer only lifted back up to his tip and carefully back down, she repeated her actions until she was comfortable enough to go a bit faster. She rode that man like a horse, helped that he was hung like one too, his hands had a hard grip on her cheeks spanking them once in a while hard enough in the hopes to leave a print. She leaned down resting her upper body on his and still moving up and down on him. "Fuck it's so deep." She muttered. "Yeah?" Fez wrapped his arms around her waist holding her down, he began to match her motions.
"Ouu I- mmm fuck I hate that." She giggled knowing she felt the complete opposite. Soon her body gave out letting Fez take over with his relentless pounding, she whimpered reaching back to push against his thighs but was denied when he collected her arm trapping it under his initiating the same on the other side. "Take that shit, I told you I always make you tap out."
She really had no choice but to lay on his chest she wiggled her upper body as much as she could but there was no point. "Fezzz." She whined, her eyes falling to the back of her head. "I'm gonna cum YN."
"Cum in me daddy, please."
Fez felt her pulsing around him only for it to trigger his own orgasm, his thrusts became slow and sloppy as he emptied himself inside of her. He released his grip on her leaving her to lay lifelessly on her, out of breath, officially tapped out for the night. "You telling me to cum in you will never get old."
She smirked. "It won't be the last time either."
The moment was interrupted by their original outcome from the last time she made that statement, baby cries over the monitor that YN had left in the basement because she always forgot the other one upstairs. "And there she goes."
YN cleaned up from the sink nearby and stole Fezco's shirt to cover her body. "Really?"
"Yuuup." She laughed running up the stairs to her daughter's room to see the infant kicking and wailing. "Okaaay mama I'm here."
She sighed carrying her back to the master bedroom seeing Fez in his boxers laying on her sheets. "I don't think she's hungry, just fussy." He watched as she carefully laid down with the baby laying on her chest. He scooted over to get closer and kissed her cheek, he placed his hand on Sage's back as she slowly calmed down and was soon back to being quiet.
"I love you guys."
Yn looked over at him. "We love you too."
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New Rio fics dropping this weekend fr tho and if I don't do it shiiiiiit don't shoot the messenger
taking a break from Miss Ivy (but if you are a curious cat and would like to take a read come through) and diving back into my other boys
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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
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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.
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Fezco Masterlist | Los Angeles
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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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Masterlist
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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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PART 2: Ashtray becomes ill (LAST CHAPTER OF THIS STORY)
SUMMERY: y/n discovers Ashtray is ill and helps him recover.
Warning: just little bit of platonic relationship between Ashtray x y/n ( ashtray look up to you as a mother figure)
AUTHOR NOTES: I hope you find this enjoyable chapter like you found of my another chapter
Y/N POV:
It was 2:40 in the morning when I looked at the time as I prepared to leave the hospital. I left the hospital once my shift was through and went home. Fez was sleeping on the couch with the TV on and a show going when I walked in the door. I quickly wrapped him in a blanket and kissed his head goodnight. I then went to the kitchen, got some, and heated the soup for myself. I snatched up a spoon and placed it in my bowl. I started eating the soup. As soon as I heard something coming from Ashtray's room, I hurried over to investigate. Ashtray was throwing up constantly when I hurriedly rushed to investigate what had happened after hearing something coming from his room. When I inquired about his needs, he merely whispered, "Medication and water," so I nodded and hurried to the kitchen to get it. As soon as I returned to Ash's room, I gave him his medication and the water. I then pulled it to his mouth and watched him begin to drink it. When he was done, I began to clean the floor and Ash's face. When I was finished, I took him out of his closet. Don't worry, I'll be there for you always look after you any day, any time you are like my son, I told him after I gave him some new clothes and before I let him change, I changed to bed sheets and put fresh ones on, and I then told him I'm going to give him some privacy so he can change, okay. He thanked me for helping him when I didn't offer to help, and he said thank you mum again after I told him to change into his new pair of clothes and give me his dirty ones I took them of him and put them in the dirty clothing basket. kissed his forehead, slipped him into his brand-new bed sheet, and said goodnight. 378 Words:
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I used to write Fez fanfiction during season 1 of Euphoria and they did pretty well. I can’t imagine how poppin’ I’d be if I had the attention span to write Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn fanfics. Those days are behind me, sadly.
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maybe now that you're reading this they're doing the first euphoria season 3 script read
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Happy New Year, Ma - Fezco
Summary: After Fez smashes Nate’s face in, you come over to help take care of his hand.
Fezco x Reader
Word Count: 1,330
Author’s Note: This started because I kept rewatching that scene of Fez beating Nate’s ass and I was turned on from it. Anybody else? No? Just me? Okay lol. Also, this should have been posted like January 2nd lol. My bad.
“What?”
“Let me in Ash.”
“What you doin’ here,” Ash question through the screen door.
“I’m here to help,” you replied as you held up your mom’s first aid kit as proof.
Ashtray huffed then opened the screen door.
“Where is he?”
Ash nodded his head in the direction for you to follow. “Kitchen.”
You made your way down the hallway already knowing your way around the O’Neil home. Once in the kitchen entryway, you saw Fez, closing the lid on a Tylenol bottle, his hand haphazardly wrapped in gauze.
You sighed shaking your head at the sight. “Really, Fezco?”
Fez turned around to see your disappointed expression. His eyes trailed down your body to see you still in your New Year’s Eve dress, a long cream coat, heels still on, with a black bag in tow.
“What you doing here? Go back to the party,” Fez said shaking his head, then walked pass you.
“I’m here to clean up your hand.”
“Don’t need any help. Took care of it.”
“Like you took care of Nate,” you asked, annoyance in your voice.
“You come over here just to tell me I messed up,” Fez asked, plopping down on the couch.
“No... seriously Fez. Let me help.”
Fez eyed you considering your offer. All he had to clean up his hand was water, soap, and gauze. “Fine.”
Relief filled your eyes, your lips turning up into a small smile. “Bathroom please.” You quickly took your coat off, dropping it on the couch before you turned, going down the hall knowing Fez would follow. You sat your mom’s first aid kit on the counter, taking out the supplies you would need.
“Where you get all this from?”
“My mom’s cabinet. My house was only a few doors down from the party. I knew you wouldn’t have anything to take care of that,” you said, nodding your head towards his messed up hand.
Fez put the toilet seat down then sat. You reached for his hand and began unwrapping his attempt to cover up his cuts.
His hand was bruised and still bleeding. Your face winced at the sight. “Oh Fez.”
Fez just sat there quietly not making eye contact with you. Nate deserved what he got, but he didn’t want to see the disappointment in your eyes.
You noticed a tiny shard of glass still in his skin. “Did you even try to clean this up?”
“Not exactly a doctor over here.”
You rinsed his hand off in the sink then dried it off. Cleaned up the skin between the cuts with some alcohol. You put a little Neosporin on the cuts to help them heal. For just a moment, you held his hand looking at the cuts and bruises. Your thumb moving back and forth over his enact skin.
Pulling out a bandage to began wrapping up his hand, you broke the silence. “Why’d you do it, Fez? I know Nate Jacobs is an ass and I don’t doubt he deserve it, but... why at a party in front of everyone?”
Fez was quiet for a moment. Just watching you wrap the bandage around hand and through his fingers. “Remember the raid I told you about?” You just nodded. “He tipped them off.”
Your face scrunched up, anger clouding your eyes. You didn’t question how Fez knew it was Nate. You believed him. If Fez and Ash wouldn’t have had time to flush all the drugs they had, Fez would be in jail, Ash would probably be in foster care, and their grandma sent to a home. The thought made your blood boil. You tried to put all your focus into carefully wrapping Fez’s hand. Not too tight so he could still feel his fingers, but tight enough to stop any bleeding or the bandage from falling off.
“But why at the party?”
“Rather me have pulled up to his house?”
You finished wrapping his hand then began putting up your things. “No, but... witnesses Fez. And that family has pull in this town. What’s to stop him from pressing charges?”
“He ain’t gonna do nothin’,” Fez replied confidently.
“You don’t know that,” you said annoyed how easily he downplayed the situation.
“Trust me, ma,” Fez said standing up, now looking down at you. “Nothin’s gonna happen. And if it does, that’s for me to worry ‘bout.”
You stared up into Fezco’s crystal blue eyes. You sucked your teeth then looked away. “Fine. Whatever.” Then you turned and zipped up your bag, completely over this night.
“I’m sorry.”
Anger turned to confusion, turning your head to face him. Your expression asking the question your lips didn’t have to say.
“For ruinin’ the start to your New Year. You should be at that party with your friends. Not here with me.”
You reached out for his good hand. “You are my friend, Fez. I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”
“Nah, you were suppose to be takin’ a shot or kissin’ some guy. Not watching me punch Nate in the face.”
You chuckled. “Well, I don’t drink. I see how my friends get and somebody has to be the sober one. As for the kissing part... I’m kinda lackin’ in that department.”
Fezco was staring you down making you nervous. You began to drop his hand and look away, but he quickly picked it back up, lacing your fingers between his. You glanced down at your interlaced fingers, your cheeks growing hot.
“That’s hard to believe,” Fez said.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you replied, “well, believe it.”
Both of you were silent just staring at one another. You could practically hear your heart beating in your chest. Fez was moving in closer to you and before your brain had time to process what was happening, his lips were hovering over yours.
Fez’s voice came out softer than you’ve ever heard it before, “Can I?”
You didn’t trust your mouth to speak properly so you settled on nodding your head. Fez took the leap and closed to small gap in between you two. His hand that was holding yours let go and came up to your neck, his thumb gently touching your cheek.
He was being so sweet and tender with you, but you wanted more. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in closer to you, so now you were chest to chest.
Fez was trying his best not to move his bandaged hand, but he couldn’t help himself. His other hand wrapped around your back, a moan leaving your lips.
The two of you got lost in each other. You began to feel off balance a little, the two of you trying to get as close to each other as possible, you taking a step back. Then you felt your back hit the sink counter. Fezco yelped in pain, taking a step away from you, his hands leaving your body.
Your hands shot up to your mouth, covering your lips. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you repeated over and over feeling guilty for his hand getting smashed between your backside and the hard counter top.
“Nah,” Fez replied holding his hand tight to his chest. “Ain’t your fault.” His hand stung, the skin not under the bandage turning red.
You grimaced at his hand making Fez feel bad that you were feeling bad because of him.
“Hey,” he said catching your attention dropping his hand so you wouldn’t stare at it feeling guilty. Once you made eye contact with him, Fezco continued. “Happy New Year, ma.”
You smiled up at the ginger, your heart filling with joy. “Happy New Year, Fezco.” You watched the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile, his cheeks turning a light shade of red before you spoke again. “Let’s go put some ice on that hand of yours,” you said sweetly feeling bad for the extra pain he was in now. You grabbed his good hand then led him out the bathroom.
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Can you write something for fezco where he takes his anger out on his girlfriend(reader) maybe angst with a happy ending:-)
this has been in my inbox for a while I'm so sorry love
fezco x fem!reader
warning: police raids, disposing of drugs, language.
wc: ±1040
a/n: this takes place in season 1 when nate calls the cops and fez and his house gets raided. not proofread.
You didn't know what time it was, or what the fuck was even happening. All you could focus on was Fez's shouting and the incessant banging on the front door, your hands shaking as you struggled to get the pill bottles opened and flushed down the toilet.
"Shit, hurry up," you heard him shouting as you threw the thousandth bottle down the bowl. "I'm trying," you heaved, the cops' shouting and banging increasing by the second. It felt like forever before you managed to get the last of his stash flushed, getting rid of the hundreds of bottles and watching as the swarm of cops threw the place upside down.
By some universal luck, they didn't find anything, and left, leaving the house a complete mess. You looked over to the clock hanging in the living room to see what the time was; 4:47 AM. You sighed, looking around the room till your eyes met Fez's, who looked like he was on the verge of popping a vein. It was an unnerving sight from someone who's usually so reserved.
"Who the fuck called the cops on you?" you asked, your socked feet padding around the living room, trying to avoid any broken glass. "I dunno," was all he said, running both his hands over his buzzed hair. You quietly made your way to Fez's room, trying to find your phone in the mess left behind.
You searched through the clothes and sheets thrown onto the floor, and managed to get some part of the floor visible when you found one of the framed photos in his room, broken, the small pieces of glass shattered throughout the floor.
You had been the one who placed the photo there; it was a picture of Fez and you—one of few he agreed upon—that you decided to frame and put in his room to give the dull atmosphere some life. You sighed, thinking about how much you're gonna have to clean up and all the broken things that needed replacement.
You heard Fez's heavy footsteps and turned to find him joining you in the room, Ash quietly moving into his own room. "Look at this," you said, carefully picking the photo and wooden frame from the glass and showing it to him.
"It really ain't the worst of our problem right now, ma," he said, voice tired as he sat down on the bed, his back to you. You frowned at his dismissive tone; obviously it wasn't, you knew that much. "I know it's not," you started, "I'm just showing you how they trashed the placed."
"You think I didn't notice that?" he asked, and you scoffed, standing up to move around the bed so that you could face him. "Why are you acting like this is my fault?" you asked. "We just flushed thousands of dollars down the drain, and you talkin 'bout a fuckin photo frame," he said and your mouth dropped in shock. "Are you serious right now?" you asked and he looked up at you. "You're giving me a fuckin headache man," he said, dropping his head in his hands.
You didn't say anything, instead leaving him by the bed as you started looking for a bag. When you found your overnight bag, you hastily started digging through the heaps of clothes for the few pieces you had.
Fez could hear you moving around the room, and when he lifted his head from his hands, he could see you frantically packing. "Where you going?" he asked, but you ignored him, moving to the bathroom to get your toothbrush. He stood up from the bed, following you to the bathroom. "Yo, I'm serious, what the fuck are you doing?" he asked grabbing at your shoulder when you moved pass him once again. You yanked your shoulder free, moving back to his room. "Baby—" he started but you interrupted him.
"I just helped keep your ass out of jail, and now you're making me feel like I'm a nuisance," you said zipping up your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. "I know you just lost a shit ton of money but I was only trying to help, you don't get to take your shit out on me." You left the room, making sure you had your car keys as you made it to the front door.
"Baby, it's fucking five in the morning, where are you going?" you asked. "My sister's," you said flatly before making your way out the door and to your car.
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It's been days since your argument with Fez and he'd been calling you nonstop, blowing up your phone with apologetic messages. You hadn't responded to any of them; you'll admit that was a bit petty of you, but you were still angry at him. For the way he acted, considering you helped him stay out of jail. You understood he was under a lot of pressure, but he had no reason nor right to take it out on you.
You were watching TV in your sister's living room when she called you from outside, where she had been watering her garden.
"Your boyfriend's here," she said gesturing towards the driveway when you made your way outside. When you saw Fez standing by his car, your first thought was to go back inside, but you could only avoid something for so long. You made your way up the driveway slowly, stopping once you reached his car.
"Hey," you said softly, pulling at your jersey as the cold morning air bit your skin. "You alright, ma?" he asked, and you shrugged. "Listen," he started, "I'm sorry for acting like a bitch, you didn't deserve that." You looked up at him from where you were staring at your feet. "You were acting like a bitch," you added, once again looking away. "I know," he agreed, "and I wanna make up for that. I miss you."
You tried not to show how giddy his words made you, nodding silently as you toed at the grass beneath your shoes. "Y'know I miss you baby, house is quiet without you," he added into the silence. You gave him another look, before smiling reluctantly. "Miss you too," you said quietly. "Yeah?" he asked, and you nodded. "Then let's go home, ma"
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Quickies
Fezco x fem!reader
WC: 925
Warnings: smut with barely any plot, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex but a strong pull out game
Fez had the phone pressed against his ear. He leaned back against the sofa cushions and his free hand went to scratch the back of his neck as his patience was wearing thin. "She's almost done, we'll leave in the next five minutes, we'll be on time, relax... okay, bye." He hung up and immediately shouted her name but did not receive an answer in return. "Come on, Rue and Jewel said they're already on their way to the restaurant."
No answer.
He groaned leaving his phone behind and going on the hunt for his wife, he ran upstairs ducking his head inside her walk-in closet but there was no sign of her, next was the bedroom but once again nothing until he got to the bathroom catching her in the process of finishing her look.
Fez opened his mouth to rush her but stopped before he even started, he leaned against the door frame with a smirk creeping on his face. "You know that girl's name is Jules right?" He nodded not listening to a word that she just said. "Ugh, remind me not to pregame before I put on lashes or earrings. This is taking forever." Said Y/n while she leaned over the counter to get a closer look at what she was doing. "I switched out my nose ring too, do you like it?" Her voice holding seduction. He didn't say anything just continued to look her up and down, his eyes glued to her backside.
"Yeah, I like it." He muttered his answer still not taking a proper look at her face. She shook her head noticing him and swayed her hips from side to side. He reached out squeezing her bum, his callous hands resting on the side of her thighs. "Can you behave? Didn't you just say we're going to be late?"
"Did I?"
"O'Neil, if we're late you're not blaming me."
Fez took off his jacket hanging it up on the doorknob, he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up and slowly got down on his knees. Y/n gulped feeling his hands hike up her dress exposing her bare ass with her black thong sitting between her plump cheeks, he kissed the back of her thighs leading to the crevice under her ass, he pressed his lips against her soft and supple skin. She giggled feeling his teeth graze next. "We're going to eat at dinner."
He pulled down her panties drooling at the treat in front of him. "I want to eat right now."
Y/n gasped when his tongue teasingly passed against her slit, playing between her folds, slobbering all over her fat pussy. She was no longer focused on her task at hand, she bent over further allowing him more access to her cunt. His large hands cupped her backside perfectly while he spread her cheeks apart. His tongue messily played with her clit, his saliva dripping onto the floor. Fez smacked her ass before moving his head. "Put your leg up." He instructed.
Y/n obeyed him and rested her knee up on the bathroom counter, he pulled down his jeans along with his boxers, she moaned seeing his cock curve upward— the shaft was wide and she whimpered pushing back for it. "Stop." He said spanking her again.
He rubbed his pink tip against her soaking clit, between her lips and pushed inside of her oh so slowly, her walls quickly welcomed him. Y/n moaned feeling him slightly stretch her out. He pulled out till his tip was left inside her before slamming back in.
She covered her mouth to muffle the small scream. He chuckled doing it again this time her eyes disappear to the back of her skull. "Fuck!"
Fez rested his hands on the counter pressing his lips on the back of her head, he grunted feeling her wet walls surrounding him. "You just let me have her any time?" He taunted. She panted looking up at him through the glass. "Yes, Fezzy, she's all yours." She whined.
His hands gripped her hips holding her still, her legs began to tremble, his thrusts were getting to her. "Fez... Fez...mmm."
"I feel you, baby, trust me, I fucking feel you."
She was quickly falling apart, contracting around his dick constantly and the longer her orgasm went on the wetter she became. "Shit, I'm cummin." He moaned slamming his hips against her cheeks causing a ripple of waves with every hit. Fez had two more pumps in him before he quickly pulled out and jerked himself before dripping his thick cream onto her round backside.
Y/n huffed waiting for him to clean her off, her phone screen lit up with a message from Jules. "And now we're late." She laughed. After he had wiped her off with a warm rag he pulled her underwear back up and fixed her dress for her before fixing himself. She shook her head packing her phone in her purse, her heels clicking against the wooden floor as they shuffled quickly downstairs and out the door.
They arrived at the restaurant as soon as possible apologizing for their tardiness when they got there, she blushed sulking in her seat as Jules nudged her already suspecting the real reason they were just getting there. "You two are like rabbits." She whispered. Y/n sucked her teeth lightly hitting her. She turned looking over at Fez who was already chatting with Rue, he picked up his wine glass and took a quick glance at her shooting her a wink before placing the glass on his lips.
She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth thinking about going back home already.
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Stupid
Title: Stupid
Alt Title: Watch Your Mouth
Warning; sex, p in v, agressive, dominance, grabbing, cussing, porn w a plot
Disclaimer: I don’t own you, or the euphoria franchise however I own the writing
Rating: MA
Word Count: 1309
“You’re fucking ridiculous.” You scoffed as you dropped your phone on the table. “I’m always fuckin’ ridiculous. It’s always me.”
“Because it is you!” You shouted at Fez, walking behind him as he walked into the kitchen of the apartment you, his brother and he shared. “You’re doing a fucking deal at a damn high school party!” You pinched your nose, leaning against the door frame. “Fezco, we'll go to big people's jail!”
“I can fuckin’ handle myself! I don’t need your loud ass shoutin’ at me for shit for no damn reason.” Fez returned your previous scoff, opening the fridge to grab a Budweiser. “No damn reason? No damn reason?” You asked him, voice raising the second time you asked. Fezco took a deep breath and closed the fridge, taking a swig of the beer as he leaned against the fridge.
“I’m tryna keep your ass out of jail! And you’re too damn stupid to get your head out of your ass.” You pointed at him. “Don’t call me stupid.” He said shortly, a warning. Maybe stupid wasn’t the right word, you knew Fezco was aware of his risks and what he was doing. But you also were aware of the fact that if he goes to jail, everything is fucked.
“Don’t fucking act stupid.” You shot back, arms falling to your sides.
His jaw tightened as he nodded. His head leaned back as he continued to down his drink in four sips. He placed his now empty glass on the counter as he walked over to you.
His hand grabbed your jaw. Index, middle and ring on your cheek, palm covering your mouth as his pinky rested under your chin and your thumb on your other cheek. His grip was firm, but didn’t necessarily hurt.
“Watch your mouth babygirl.“ He said, beer on his breath. “I ain’t got any problems usin’ your mouth for what it’s best.” Your eyebrows raised as your eyes widened.
Your breath was caught in your throat. He wasn’t covering your nose, you could breathe just fine. But this sudden dominance from Fez was unexpected.
He has been dominant in bed before, but as the longer you two date, the more vanilla he’d become. Sex was good, but ever since you two began living together rather than ‘getting it when you can’, the sexual fire seemed to just dull.
You pulled your head back from his grip, which wasn’t hard at all. “Make me.”
Fez closed his eyes and leaned his head back, a short laugh escaped his lips. “Such a damn brat.” He shook his head, looking down at you.
His fingers moved to the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as you lowered to your knees by his force.
You looked up at him as he used his free hand to undo his jeans, slipping them down to the middle of his thighs, he freed his member from his black jeans. You looked at it as he gripped it in his hand, a little over seven and a half inches with a girth that still had the ability to hurt if you two go without for a while. Precum leaked from the head of Fez’s dick.
“Open that pretty little mouth babygirl.” He ordered, his fingers moving from your hair to your chin. Your mouth opened as you stuck your tongue out.
“That’s a good girl.” He whispered, tapping his cock on your tongue. “Such a good girl.” He moved his hand once more, to the top of the back of your head.
Your hand grabbed the base of his cock as your lips wrapped around his head. Your eyes closed as you bobbed your head, moving your hand to cover what your mouth can’t.
“Just like that, pretty girl.” His praises slipped from his lips as you continued to bob your head, his fingers gripping your hair, using his hand to make a makeshift hair tie. “Fuck.” He sighed.
You focused the attention on the tip of his cock, tightening your hand grip a little and pumping your hand a little more.
You sucked, your eyes looking up at him managing to catch his head back. He swallowed hard as he pulled your hair, your lips making a popping noise you let go of his cock.
“Wha-“
“Don’t fuckin’ speak.” He said, letting go of your hair as he pulled you up by your arm pits. He moved you to the counter of the kitchen.
His hands grabbed your shoulders as he turned you around, bending you over as your tummy rested on the counter.
You moved your arms to prop your self up on the counter, crossing over each other as he left go of your shoulders. You looked over your shoulders.
His hands traced your sides as he made his way down the the hem of your skirt, a tight black skirt that normally drives him crazy, and tonight wasn’t an exception.
His fingers hooked under it as he pulled it up. “You’re so damn soaked.” He noted, you knew he was talking ab the fact that your wetness seeped through your pink thong and it definitely made a print.
His index finger hooked the thong at your pussy and pulled it to the side.
“Your pussy is just crying for this dick, ain’t it baby?” He asked you, his hand gripped his cock as he rubbed it through your folds, coating the tip with your dripping juices.
“You can speak.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He asked, pushing the head into you slightly.
“Yes sir.”
“Such a good girl.” He whispered to you, lips on your ear as his hands grip your waist as his cock sinks deeper into your right cunt.
Your breath catches in your throat as you dropped your head to rest on your arms. “Shit…” you muttered, feeling yourself clench down on his cock. “You’re gonna break it, ma. Relax.” He says into your ear, his hips pressed against yours as he fills you. “You’re taking your dick so good.” He kissed your neck.
You breathed out the moan you were holding. He pulled away from your neck as he stood right, his hips pulling away from yours slowly as he pulled nearly all the way out.
He pushed back into you, then pulled away slowly once more. His hand moved to the middle of your back as he pushed down a little, forcing a little bit of an arch as his pace began to quicken, moans coming from the both of you.
“Fuck baby…” you whimpered out, picking your head up from your arms, eyes clenched closed as he began to fuck you mercilessly.
You gripped your arms as you felt him torture your g-spot. Your body jerking a little every time he pushes it.
“Right there?” He asked you. You nodded, moans becoming the only thing you can do.
“Ma, I’m not gon’ last to much longer…” He said, hips snapping against yours, the sound of your squelching pussy, his balls smacking your clit, and the moans from the both of you being the only noises to be heard.
“Fuck baby… I’m about to cum…” you moaned out. “Cum all over your cock, ma.” He ordered, and as if a band snapped, you came hard on his cock.
A loud, strangled moan-type sob escaped you as his hips slapped against yours. “That’s right, such a good girl.” He groaned, his cum painting your insides. “Fuck..” he whispered to himself as he rode out the two of your own highs.
Your breathing shook as you laid your head back down and his head rested between your shoulder blades.
He pulled out of you and fixed your thong. “Ready to shower?” He asked, picking you up over his shoulder.
You laughed a little and went limp in his arms. “Yes. Definitely.”
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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 25: Hungry Dogs Are Never Loyal
Chapter 25: Hungry Dogs Are Never Loyal
I guess you really did it this time, left yourself in your warpath,
Lost your balance on a tightrope, lost your mind trying to get it back,
Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days?
Always a bigger bed to crawl into,
Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything,
And everybody believed in you
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: 1,932
Chapter Warnings: Drug withdrawal, Rue being an asshole (but i love her soOoOo), references to domestic/child abuse, this chapter is short but i’m hoping to upload again on sunday properly
Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI
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Hours. Days. Weeks.
The concept of time was lost on you as you remained in a fetal position, your cheek pressed against the cold tile floor. Your muscles cramped, bones aching in a way that you sure would only be assuaged by ripping them out of your skin.
Your body didn't feel like your own. Weak and too warm, and with every exhale, you were pushing down a new wave of nausea.
Fez had only left your side when absolutely necessary, and even then, you remained with Ash, head in his lap as he wiped your brow with a cold face cloth, his words mumbled as he called you a fucking idiot, yet his eyes remained soft as they bore into yours.
Although you craved the sweet, blissful apathy that Heroin provided you with -- even if the pleasure was short-lived -- your body just needed rest. It needed peace. You knew that, yet it didn't cease your begging.
Fez's response, however, remained steadfast. Unwavering despite your painful cries and desperate insults that chipped at his heart, but not his resolve. No matter how much your coiled up, frail body tugged at his heartstrings, he refused to give in. Refused to give up.
Eventually, once your stomach was finally settled and no longer threatening to expel any fluids that dared to enter it, Fez moved you to his room.
"C'mon, baby, just a little more," Fez's voice was smooth as he held you, back pressed to his chest as he leaned against his headboard.
A pitiful sob bubbled up from your chest as you slowly sipped at the water, Fez placed the bottle onto his side table once he deemed your intake was sufficient.
Wrapped up in a pair of Fez's pajama pants and a dark Palace hoody, you sunk into the bed. His fingers soothed the ache the bathroom floor had left on your body as he held you implausibly close as though scared that any moment, you'd dissipate.
"You sure you still wanna go?"
After Fez had declined Maddy's birthday invite on your behalf, she had offered for you to attend a girl's night, a simple hangout that didn't involve alcohol or partying, or anything that sounded remotely fun.
You'd accepted, knowing that Maddy Perez wasn't the type of girl who allowed you to decline her often. Nodding your head, you groaned when you felt Fez detach himself from your back, sitting up and gently guiding you with him, "C'mon then Ma. Let's get you showered."
Reaching out, you accepted the glass of water Lexi had offered you with a timid smile.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, taking a seat next to you and straightening her skirt.
You knew you looked just as bad as you felt, wrapped up in Fez's over-sized jumper and sweats, and you could only be thankful Maddy had said this night was casual. You'd barely been there 15 minutes, yet every moment that passed by felt like a long, grueling hour. Although you were physically doing better, you were still experiencing the psychological effects. So whilst nausea cleared and your aches were slightly dulled, your mood had totally dipped, your anxiety had spiked, and the craving for a high gnawed under the surface of your skin. An itch you weren't allowed to scratch.
You'd gone through withdrawal before, but in a hospital setting, with psychologists, therapists, and nurses galore, all monitoring you carefully, minute by minute. This cold turkey shit felt impossible. So instead, you told Lexi the same lie you'd muttered time and time again,
"I'm fine, thanks."
You both remained quiet, slowly sipping your drink as Lexi's fingers continued to fiddle with the hem of her skirt, a strained smile plastered on her face, yet the uneasiness in her eyes was shining bright.
It gave you some weird kind of reassurance, however, that she felt just as awkward as you did.
When the door knocked, you almost jumped from your seat, and you knew Lexi was glad for the distraction, but when you heard Rue's familiar voice and peered around the corner, you knew damn well she was feeling just as awful as you were.
Pity party for two, you guess.
By the time Rue had finally managed to evade Suze and excuse herself to the bathroom, the rest of the girls had joined you in the living room, voices low as they spoke between themselves. A gentle knock on the door caught your attention. Upon hearing the sound of Rue's mother thanking Suze, you could only hope a black hole would open up in the middle of the Howard's house and swallow you whole.
This wasn't going to end well.
"Ah, fuck. It'll never fuckin' end." Rue sighed, sitting down on the staircase.
Lexi had returned to her seat next to you, Kat and Maddy stood not too far in front as you all peered up at her.
"This can't make you feel good, Rue. Livin' like this. Lying to the people you love, being mean to the people you love. This can't make you feel good about yourself."
"I don't care," Rue's voice was quiet, and you could tell whatever happened between her and Leslie had exhausted them both, "Just fuckin' leave me alone, please."
Leslie continued to try and reason with Rue, praying that she could somehow convince her daughter to get into the car and head back to rehab, but the disinterest in Rue's eyes spoke volumes and it wasn't long before all hell had broken loose, Maddy screaming at Cassie, Kat trying her best to calm her down.
Cassie wasn't very good at lying, and Maddy knew her too damn well to believe it.
"And you?" Rue's eyes remained dazed, but the curl of her lip made your eyes finally rest on her, pulling your attention away from your shoes, "You've got some fuckin' nerve sitting there, like you ain't doing the same shit."
Leslie moved forward, almost blocking you from her daughter's view, "Rue, that's enough. Let me-"
"Oh my god, you don't get it, Mom," Rue ran her hand over her hair, uncaring of how messy it was, a sardonic laugh falling from her lips, "What do you think two addicts do when they hang out together, huh? Cause we definitely weren't braiding each others hair or makin' fuckin' friendship bracelets."
You watched as Leslie tensed, her back ramrod straight. Her head turned slightly, eyeing you over her shoulder as a look of betrayal passed over her features. Returning her attention to her daughter once more, she forced down the lump in her throat,
"And that's on me, baby. But please, come with me and-"
"You know why her dad wasn't at that NA meeting?" Rue sniffed in harshly, a cruel smile etched onto her face as she continued to mock you, "He didn't fuckin' go, 'cause he was too fuckin' wasted. See, mom... I do drugs because my dad died. She does drugs, cause it's... I dunno, in her fuckin' DNA or some shit. So really, I mean, you should be grateful."
"Rue, that's enough," Suze spoke up, her eyes darting between you and the group of girls as Maddy continued her questioning of Cassie. A fight was going to break out at some point, she could sense it, "Listen to your mother and-"
"My father, a good, honest man dies in a fuckin' agonizing, traumatic way, yet her dad, a guy who doesn't deserve the fuckin' air he breathes, gets to live. He pushed her down the fuckin' stairs, and he gets to live? So where's her fuckin' intervention?" Rue laughed to herself as she shook her head, unshed tears in her lash line.
The room fell silent as your breath caught in your throat. Tears were already trailing down your cheeks as your chin wobbled. You knew, deep down, it wasn't you Rue was angry with. She was high and desperate and she needed something, anything to take the heat off her.
That's why she decided to throw both yourself and Cassie under the bus.
Standing, you placed the glass onto the table next to Lexi, the sound so much louder in the silence.
Kat called your name as you made your way toward the front door, tears streaming down your tired face. Stopping as your hand connected with the door handle, you turned toward Rue, voice barely above a whisper,
"I'm really sorry."
"Yeah, go run home to your daddy who doesn't fuckin' love you."
You heard Rue's muffled reply, as you shut the door behind yourself. Taking a few deep breaths, you tried to compose yourself before setting back off toward Fez's house, deciding on the longer route in hopes that the cool air would calm you.
By the commotion inside, you could only assume Rue had beaten you to Fez's, and you knew there was only one reason why she was there.
The only drugs Fez kept in the house anymore was his Grandma's medication.
You watched as Fez all but threw Rue on the floor, the girl fighting him with everything she had as she collapsed to the floor.
Fez's attention was quickly on you as you watched helplessly, his sweater almost drowning you. His eyes darted between yourself and the girl, and despite popular belief, Fezco wasn't an idiot. He knew something was going on, something happened, but he just didn't know what.
Rue quickly made her way to her feet, shoving her way through the iron gate, and down the alleyway.
Watching her go, you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, just as she couldn't bring herself to look in your direction.
"C'mon, ma. Let's get you inside."
As Fez's ringed fingers began to rub soothingly up and down your arm, you couldn't hold in the tears that began to fall. Feeling the salty teardrops on the arm your head was resting on, Fez lifted himself slightly, his worried blue eyes glanced over your face, equal parts concern, and confusion.
You weren't a good person. You knew that, deep inside your soul, etched into your bones, you would always carry 50% of your father's DNA. And if Fez thought he was a bad person, then it was only a matter of time before he saw how rotten your core really was. Hell, Rue already had.
Rolling you carefully to your back, his thumb traced under your lashline, wiping away the rogue tears that still fell, "What's wrong, Ma? You in pain? I can get you some more Tylenol, or-"
Shaking your head, you forced a tight-lipped smile on your face, trying to force his features into your memory, despite knowing his face, his body, him... He would be burned there for as long as you breathe.
Lifting your arm, your fingertips tracing along the edges of his cheekbones, over his chin, and down his jaw before resting on the back of his neck, absently playing with his chain before pulling him toward you.
His lips were slow and gentle, his chaste movements almost tentative as if he wasn't entirely sure he should be doing it. But you needed this. You needed him. And as if somehow, your souls were connected, he seemed to at least understand your sudden need for intimacy.
Pulling away slightly, he hovered his lips above you, trying to ignore the pecks you left as you chased his lips, "I'm not sure we should do this. You're not-"
"Please, Fez. Please."
And that was all he needed.
But like a moth to a flame, you knew: eventually, you would burn him one too many times.
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Doll Face | Fezco Euphoria
part 1 part 2
Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader
Summary: Mouse's sister was an excellent girl, a good student even, until life happened and she had to leave every dream behind. A particular friend was left behind too in the process. Years later, they meet again, but they aren't the kids they once used to be.
Warnings: 1.8+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, forced sexual labor, exploitation of teenage girl, abuse, abusive household
a/n: Ok, Spanish is my first language and English second, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. Second, I tried to research if Mouse was of any latin american origin, but I couldn't find any information. The actor is referred to as Lating King, so I'll use that as a reference. Thank you for reading! Hope you like it. Any suggestions will be highly appreciated <3
It had always seemed funny to you. The reaction on people’s faces when they came to know whose sister you were. At first, you were proud, sort of. You knew your family didn’t dedicate themselves to an average 9-5 job pretty early. But that never stopped you from feeling happy by having them around you most of the time.
It was like a dream at first. You would come from school, and your mama would always be beside your papá, talking about something you were too young to understand thereupon. Your big brother was known to be in his room with his friends, and you weren't allowed inside.
That didn’t bother you. It never did because at the end of the day, you would all sit down to dinner together and it felt amazing having to see people gather random things to use as chairs because there were just too many people.
It all just seemed like a big diverse family. You loved it.
You were a straight-A little girl type, and papá always made sure to share with you that you would be the first of the family to ever go to college. You were going to become the pride of your family.
Teachers loved you and never had any problem when you asked for extra help. Even your classmates were always helpful and nice towards you, especially one guy that you had math class with.
Fezco
He was one of the nice weird kids. He didn’t talk with anyone much, but you like to believe you were his exception.
It all started due to you not noticing the exercises at the back of the page at that time, you were sitting in front of him, and he noticed this.
“Uhm, hey, sorry, but I think your page is kinda…blank” he drew your attention by tapping your shoulder softly.
“What do you mean?” you stared at him, confused.
“Well, yeah. The back side is blank.” he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to make you understand
“There was a backside!”
“There’s always a back part in math, little girl.”
“Shit- Sorry!” you covered your mouth, embarrassed.
“What are you sorry for?” he looked at you confused.
“I- well… I cursed. Ladies aren’t supposed to curse.”
“Why?”
“It’s unethical.”
“Huh,” he inhaled, “Well, the teacher is about to collect the homework, so if you want to copy from mine, go ahead.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ok, thank you so much, Fezco.”
“Call me Fez.”
“Fezco.”
“Alright.”
After that, it seemed like he had chosen you to be his partner in any class you had together. From that moment on, he would always whisper the answers in your ear, making sure you always had the same as his.
He would even grab your homework and correct your mistakes. It seemed so easy for him that you started to believe he was a genius.
“You are one smart mathematician,” you murmured once as you lay beside him on one of the school’s rooftops.
“A what?” he moved his head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of you.
“Mathematician, you will be a great one day.’
“Oh, what’s that?”
“Oh, you know…a person who likes and is good at math.”
“Hell yeah. I'll be one, doll face.”
“Fezco! No cursing.” you giggled.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”
You smiled, looking at each other barely, holding in your giggles.
And then everything went to shit.
“Mami! Papi! I’m home!” you entered your home with your cheeks painted and a big smile, hoping to see your parents in the living room, but only your brother was to be found with a bottle in hand.
“Hey, have you seen-”
“They ain't coming back home, little one.” he took one sip.
“What do you mean? They went on a field trip and didn’t take me?”
“Yeah. But more like they went to heaven.”
“Heaven? But that's a few hours away,” you tried, you really tried to be oblivious. Act stupid, “I read it on a map!”
“You can’t be that dumb,” he chuckled sourly, “Mom and pops are dead, and you know that.”
You stayed quiet. Looking at him and trying to keep your tears inside, hoping to be a cruel joke from your big brother.
“Now, I need you to understand something else,” he stood up, walking towards you, completely towering over you, “No more school for you.”
“What?” you whispered.
“I don’t need some governmental shit to be put inside your brain when you could be doing something more beneficial for me, us.”
“But I don’t wanna leave school,” you whined sweetly, “Papi said I would go to college!”
“Pops said it, not me,” he grabbed you from your low ponytail without pulling, twisting it around his fingers. “You’r ‘bout to learn about the family business, little sissy.”
And just like that, your life went spiraling into a deep pile of shit and more shit.
It started simple, nothing too hardcore. You prepared his pre-rolled, and he said your petite fingers were perfect for the job. Then, you started addressing him as “Mouse” since he has some respect to show or something along the lines.
And you did that for quite a long time, being grateful to keep some sort of young teen childhood innocence. Until one of his friends mentioned something about your changing body.
“Yo! Mouse! Your sister si que tiene unas lindas tetas eh! ¿A cuanto por una sobada?” they all laughed, but you knew your brother had a realization. (Your sister has a nice pair of tits, how much for a touch?)
His little sissy wasn't so little anymore. And lucky you, the neighborhood home strip club was taking applications, and they loved young girls.
“Pero mira que lindo lugar te conseguí hermanita, ¿a que no?" he laughed, licking his lips at the sight of the bare chest and intimate parts by the women dancing or waitress. (Look what a nice place I got you lil’ sissy, pretty isn't it?)
“I don’t want to be here, Mouse,” you said with a scared tone, “I don’t feel comfortable.”
“What you mean!?”
“I want to leave now, Mouse,” you said, trying to sound stern and covering your eyes to bring the different color neon lights.
If you had not, you would have seen him before he pulled you by your hair.
“Mouse!”
“Shut your fucking mouth and listen!” he spoke in your ear, spitting saliva, “You ain't eating nor coming home hasta que me traigas minimo mil, got it?” you nodded. (until you bring me at least a thousand)
“But how am I going to get you that?”
“Well, why else would I bring you here!? You got the place and a job start dancing!”
You looked at all sides, looking for some type of explanation or help, but all you could notice were a few pity looks from the women already working there.
“But…I am just fifteen, and I do not have any clothes like those,” you tried hard to convince him to take you away from there.
“C’mon I was thirteen when I banged my first chick, besides you got underwear underneath that, right?”
You nodded, unsure.
“Then don’t come back until you have that money in hand we clear.”
“Como el agua,” you murmured (like the water)
It took you some time to gather the money. It took you long enough to gather the courage to walk out of the dressing room in your underwear. Thankfully, some women there pitied you and gave you some money so you didn't have to socialize too much with the customers.
That day you became aware of how disgusting looks from men and women could be. But you became happy when at the end of the third day, the money had been collected. Until you were about to leave, the place and the owner took half of your money.
That’s when you knew that they take half of the tips, more if you get opinionated about it.
You had to work for it, they said. To start showing some more for some extra bills. To hide it somewhere, they won't see it.
Took you some time, but you felt elated when you knocked on that worn-down door you loved.
“Here’s the money,” you placed it in his hand with a smile, and he threw 100 back at you.
“Go get some work clothes and your food for a month.”
“What?”
“How old are you?”
“Fifteen”
“At seventeen, you start paying rent.”
Then, you were his investment. His friends and co-workers wanted to see you dance. They wanted to see you shake your chest and back for them. They wanted to touch you. And if you objected? A dislocated shoulder, 3 broken ribs, and black-eyed followed you for a month, and you objected…a lot.
But you learned how to handle it. You had to and became a pro. The favorite one in the club, and the best one of Mouse’s girls, even if you had to do some things you despised.
At least you were treated better.
And then, you saw him.
You were at home, doing some dances for Mouse’s people along with two other girls.
You had numbed yourself and your emotions. You had created an alter ego and a safe place in your mind where you could wander off whenever you were working. Funny enough, you had come to like dancing with a pole. You found it artistic, just not the other things it came with.
You were concentrated on grinding on top of the man beneath you, concentrated in your safe place. Ignoring his wandering hands beneath your work clothes, his groping. But some voices distracted you. You switched positions so you could stare at the men coming in.
It was a redhead, and he seemed…cute.
You could hear them going and on about quantities and deadlines, and you better pay me up before blah, blah, and more blah.
“You know what, I liked you, carrot boy,” Mouse smiled, rubbing his palms against each other, “Let me gift you with one of my best girls. Sweetcheecks, com’ere!”
“She’s busy, my man,” said the man underneath, simulating pounding into you while you kept grinding him with him groping your chest.
“Not‘nymore, fuck off,” he grabbed him by the arm and pulled the redhead to your seat, “Treat him good, will ya?”
You nodded and started doing your job. It was actually easy to please a man. Just some elaborate touching and grinding, especially grinding, and to let them touch whenever and wherever.
You could feel him looking at you, his eyes locked. Almost making you feel embarrassed by what you were doing. He seemed like the gentle type. He even kept his hands to himself. You could be wrong, and when you felt his hand grabbing you by your neck and taking you near his lips. You knew you were wrong. He needed some time before he felt full of himself and started groping you like the others.
“Doll face, is that you?”
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