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Fezco x f!reader
WC: 1.8k
Warnings: Smut, no plot just a quick fuck, semi-public sex (staircase sex but nobody actually walks in on them), unprotected p in v, issa quickie, drunk sex, bigdick!Fez lmao I feel like he at least got girth to him yk?, the word cock was used once whoops sorry
(gif not mine. but just look at how yummy he is here. mhmmm)
The two had gone out for their anniversary. Their friends threw them a little surprise dinner at the restaurant they went to on their first date. They'd knocked out four years of marriage and were happy to celebrate the rest of the years to come. It was a fun little gathering of their loved ones surrounding them and reminiscing on old times, how shy they were when they first met and how cute it was to see how quickly they fell for each other.
It was a great night with great food and a few drinks. Maybe more than a few. They didn't drink much they mostly smoked but for tonight's occasion, they switched over. Both were pretty lightweight and found themselves stumbling and giggling with each other, though it made great entertainment for their friends and family.
The party ran late and a few left to return to their own homes but not without congratulating the two on their four years together. By 2 AM it was just Fez, his girl and their two friends Rue and Jules and all four called it a night. Rue and Jules offered to drive the couple back to their apartment considering they were sober enough to drive back. They accepted and sat in the backseat of the car, her head resting on his shoulder as her mind swayed. She was so gone she felt like was in a spaceship zooming through the stars and the planets.
She loved the ride home after a drunken night, it was so quiet and calming especially with the window down. Fez's head tipped back against the headrest, whispering to himself that he'd never drink again. His hand rubbed small circles on his girl's lower back, his fingers following the curve of her behind when he dropped his hand further he gently squeezed and smiled lazily. He was so lucky to have her.
After what felt like a short ride they were finally in front of the apartment building. "Sure you guys don't want us to come with you?"
Fez scoffed. "Nah, we're good, text us when you get home." The girls wanted to protest about his slurred sentence and wobbly stance but bit their tongues, they'd at least wait until they got inside the building. They said their goodbyes and waited for them to tap their keycard to get past the second door which they successfully did. Fez and his girl stumbled over to the elevator, pressing the button to go up numerous times but none of the doors would open. Fez squinted once he noticed a piece of paper on the silver door.
Out of Order.
Well, that was just great. "We gotta take the stairs, baby." He giggled. She groaned and trudged to the door leading to the staircase, silently thankful they lived on the fifth floor but it was still a lot of stairs and she was wearing heels. She held onto the railing for balance and walked up the first step with Fez not too far behind.
They climbed up as fast as they could to the second floor, she stopped and rolled her eyes, this was not an ideal situation to be intoxicated. Fez, however, seemed to be entertained. Her dress was riding up with every step, no matter how many times she pulled it down it slid back up and at some point almost bunched around her hips, exposing her supple skin under the material. He wanted to bite her, he was quickly growing hard in his pants, temptation in front of him and he was ready to give in.
He reached out, fingers gently brushing her skin. She turned around and smiled. "Can I help you?"
"You have no idea." He replied lustfully glaring at her through low-drunken eyelids, his eyes no longer blue due to his dilated pupils. Her eyes widened at him and she turned facing forward to hide her blush. It did make her put an extra sway in her hips.
Third floor.
Two more flights of stairs and they'd be home, and he'd have her all to himself, naked and whimpering... moaning... crying for him. "Let's take a break."
She stopped on the platform where the entry to the third floor was. "Tired already?" She joked, she needed a bit of a break herself because these heels were killing her. She rested herself bent over the rail, the bottom of her dress rising once again, her little black panties on display for him.
She could feel his attentive gaze on her. She pushed back for him, he walked closer to her his calloused hands reaching out for her smooth and soft skin, his fingers coming in contact with her hip squeezing them hard enough to leave little prints. She hissed looking back at him. "Come on, just a little quick one." She whimpered saying aloud what they were both thinking. He smirked dragging his finger along the line of her panty following the trail down to her wet heat.
He looked up at her through his bushy, but well-trimmed eyebrows. Keeping contact while he moved the material to the side. She swallowed a moan feeling the cool air hitting her clit causing her to clench around nothing. "Always so fucking pretty," He muttered taking his thumb and guiding it between her folds collecting her slick. "And wet, for me."
"Fez..." Her voice warned. "I don't care if anyone sees us." He admitted with a shrug. She pushed back against him once more feeling the tip of his thumb tease her hole, he angled his thumb and gently thrust it inside her. She softly gasped moving her hair to the side to get a good look at him, so focused on her pretty pussy leaking out for him and he'd barely done anything.
He used his free hand to undo his belt, the thud of everything falling onto the floor echoed off the empty walls. She moaned at the sight, how hard he was, so stiff the tip of his dick had gone from pink to almost red-- sticky with his own arousal. Her mouth watered, tongue begging to be wrapped around him but they'd get to that once they got home. He removed his thumb sticking it in his mouth for a little taste of her, he hummed in satisfaction. She whined internally begging him to hurry up, he delivered a harsh slap to her ass which earned a squeal from her desperate lips.
"You keep doing that imma put it away."
"Sorry." She mumbled tugging on her bottom lip. He chuckled at how quickly she retreated, he positioned himself at her entrance, running his aching tip through her juicy folds, he finally found his way inside-- slowly sliding into her warm and welcoming cunt. She placed her hand over her mouth to squash the upcoming erotic sounds she wanted to make, he stretched her out completely, his faint veins coinciding with her soft walls. Fuck.
Fez pushed the dress up further so it was resting in the middle of her back, he looked down at the tattoo she had recently got done and groaned, one of his favourite things to look at was the artwork displayed on her beautiful body. He could feel her clenching around him already, she always came a lot quicker when she was out of her mind. He buried himself deep inside her earning an audible moan.
He pulled out and pressed back in. "Ooohh, fuck!" She broke. "That's it. Let everyone hear you, ma." He held on to her hips giving her some deep strokes, she gripped the railing looking down on the first floor in hopes no one would come upstairs. Fez grunted, she was coating him in her creamy goodness, her gummy walls enveloping him in pleasure. His tip repeatedly bumped against a certain spot within her and her body responded positively.
The sounds of skin-to-skin contact, the slapping and pornographic moans from both parties echoed through the staircase and probably made their way through the walls. But who cares, she was getting dicked down, her arousal dripping down her inner thigh. Her whimpers caress his ears as an encouragement to keep his rhythm.
"Fuck, fuck, yes Fez! Give me that dick." She egged on feeling her climax getting closer, she moved her left leg onto one step allowing him further access, his heavy balls slapping against her clit was an additional sensation her body couldn't take. Her eyes rolled back as he continued his assault on her, penetrating her every need.
Fez growled as his hips picked up their pace, snapping into hers in a desperate need to meet his end. "I can feel it, baby, come for me." She playfully giggled stealing his usual line. He pounded into her, reaching under her to toy with her clit. "You cum first, pretty girl." He retaliated, her body shivered, a tingling feeling creeping up in her toes and fingers. Her mouth was agape as her back arched, he leaned forward pressing his chest against her. "Yeah? Yeah, I fuckin' see you, baby. Don't worry."
"Oh my god! Fez! Fuck... me-" Her body stilled, her eyes squeezed shut while her orgasm took over her body, constant convulsion around his dick pulled him closer to the edge. "Ah, shit." He croaked before succumbing to his own pleasure, squirting his hot cream inside her. They panted slowly letting go of each other. He chuckled pressing a kiss against her neck and another behind her ear. "You good?"
"Fuck... yes." She sighed in satisfaction. Fez carefully pulled out and looked at the door to see if anyone was standing there watching but they were good. He quickly stuffed his half-hard cock in his pants and re-buckled his belt. He watched as she fixed herself too, pulling back down her dress and turning to him with a pout. "What?" He asked. She looked down at her feet and back up at him. He smiled shaking his head. "Fine." He took off his shoes sliding them over to her, she stepped out of her heels and into his big-ass dress shoes that she bought him. He held her heels in his hand and pressed a kiss on top of her head. "You ready to go?"
She nodded looking up at him but her eyes widened when she saw past him, there was a camera... a little security camera in the corner above the door. "Oh.. shit." He said seeing it too. "Well, I mean it already happened." She laughed. There wasn't anything they could do about it, at least someone got a free show.
"Hm, glad to know that after four years you're still down to do it anywhere." He chuckled heading up the stairs.
She smirked. "We might need another break on the fourth floor."
"Baby..."
"Fiiiiine, we'll wait until we get home."
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Request for reader taking Rues place in s1 ep2 when mouse pays a visit to Fez
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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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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?”
part 2? Let me know...
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Hii, could you do something with fezco where he basically takes his anger out on his girlfriend:reader)
Anger and love | Fezco x F!Reader
word count: 678
warnings: angst, anger, fluff
A/N: Hey!!! thank you so much for the request!! I hope you like it!!!
You started living with Fez a few years ago when you first graduated college and got a job working for the local paper. You and Fezco had been dating for a few years before you moved in with him. Things had been good, until the drug business began to be too much for Fez to handle. He had been moody towards you and lashed out in ways. You did your best to stay back when he was like that or when he went to make a deal.
Ash was like your little kid, he came to you when he needed someone and he also came to you when you yourself needed someone. More times in the past year he came to you in warning whenever Fez was particularly pissed about something, usually about drug dealers, drug meetings or Rue was a bad bother.
This one day though, Ash forgot to let you know before the fight between the two of you broke out.
Fez had another deal that night and you were in the kitchen cleaning up from the dinner you had made for yourself when the pair walked through the door. Ash went straight to his room and fez wandered into the kitchen, not a word to you.
“Hey, how was the meeting?” you asked, hoping to get some response from your boyfriend and not be ignored.
“Why do you care?” he asked shortly. His eyes were glazed, he was angry.
“Im sorry was just concerned, you didn't say anything to me”
“God are you that selfish! You need that much attention, if i knew i was getin’ a needy girlfriend i never would have dated you! Fuck Y/N just leave me the hell alone, God!” he yelled at you, anger boiling over him. You stepped back into the sink, you wanted to slap him, but you knew that would only make it worse. But then the realization of what he just said washed over him. “Y/N” he spoke but you flushed and rushed out of the kitchen and into the hallway where you passed a worried Ash.
“Thanks for the heads up” you said, annoyed and hurt.
“I'm sorry” Ash said quietly but your door was already closed and the sounds of crying echoed to his ears. Fez stood outside the entry to the hallway.
“Whats wrong with you brother” Ash spoke to him, and Fez realised that he had fucked up. He had never yelled at you like that before. There had been times where he'd just told you to back off, trying to let you know he wasn't in a good mood but this was altogether a different thing. He needed help, and you were the only one who could.
You heard the door open and the feeling of the bed rock beside you. Fez sat on the bed, next to your body hidden and covered in blankets.
“I think I need help,” he said finally. “What i did to you wasn't okay”
“No it wasn't” you said sniffling away the tears that wanted to fall again. He stayed seated where he was, letting you make the move to come closer to him. You didn't move.
“What i said wasn't true, you're not needy and i wanna tell you hi…I was angry at the world not you sweetheart” he said, the tears were now rolling down his cheeks as he realized he could have ruined the two of you forever if he kept going down this path.
“You took it out on me, when all I wanted was to be there for you” you said angrily after you sat up slightly, still not looking at him.
“I know…thats why i need help” he said, “and i need help being better for you” he told you. You turned around finally towards him and enveloped him in a hug, and the two of you made a plan to better communicate. From then on his anger wasn't taken out on you, but rather the punching bag you set up in the side yard for him.
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Don't touch my man
Summary: You come over to Fezco house and hear Lexi in his room.
Warning: Fighting (if any other warnings please let me know)
WC: 592
You had texted Fez about five times no response. After you were done with your errands you decided to swing by his place and check up on him. Knocking on the door you wait for a response and Ash comes to the door. "What's up, Y/N?" Ash says as he moves to the side to let you in the apartment. "Nothing much, I just finished up with some stuff and decided to come by. Is Fez here?" Looking around the apartment to see if you notice him anywhere. "Yeah he is in his room. He must be on the phone or something cause I can here him talking."
Giving Ash a nod you decide to head over to Fez room. You walk up to the door slowly and hear him talking to what sounds like another girl. Leaning your head against the door you being to listen to the conversation that is unfolding.
"I told you that you need to stop coming around Lexi." Fez says with annoyance. "Come on Fez you know me and you make a way better couple. Why wont you give me a chance?" the sound of Lexi talking makes your blood boil. "Listen Lex, I got tired of waitin' for you to give me a chance. I'm happy with Y/N and I don't want to screw it up. You gotta get out of my place. Y/N has been texting me and she is probably going to come by soon." Fez seems calm as he tells her and it makes you smile.
"Give me a kiss and if there is no spark then I will leave and not bother you." Lexi saying that was enough for you and you swung open the door. "Are you fucking serious right now Lexi?!" you walk over to her and grab her by her hair. Now you are dragging her down the hallway to the front door. Lexi is screaming for you to let go but you don't listen to her. "Ash will you please open the front door for me?" you give him a little smile and he does as you ask. You drag Lexi out of the house and finally let go of her hair. "Listen I have tried being nice to you, but you have gone to far this time. Fezco told you he is happy with me. If I see you around him or Ash again I will do a lot worse then pull your hair." giving her a little smile a crossing your arms. Lexi gets up and comes closer to you, "I will have him and there is nothing you can do about it." With her saying this your anger boils over. You pull your arm back and punch her straight in the face. Lexi screams and leans over while blood pours from her nose. "I wont say it again. Leave him the fuck alone. I can do a lot worse Lexi." Lexi stands up and gets on her bike and rides away.
Walking past Fez and Ash you walk to the freezer and get an ice pack out placing it on your hand. You sit down on the couch, Fez and Ash come and stand in front of you. "That was fucking awesome Y/N!" Ash says this while giving you a high five. Fezco put his hand out and as soon as you grab it he is taking you to the bedroom. Fez shuts the door and throws you on the bed. While taking his shirt off he says, "That was fuckin hot. Now I'm gonna fuck you ma."
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I‘m gonna close my requests for Fezco only until some time is passed, and I‘m kinda feel comfortable to write for him again. So I Hope you understand that, with his passing, I‘m not really comfortable writing for him.
I know Fezco is just a role he played, but behind that role was a human being struggling with his Demons, and I just need some time to feel comfortable to write for him again.
May he Rest easy with his father in heaven, all blessing and love goes out for his family and friends.🕊️❤️🩹
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Kiss Me (Fluff)
Pairing: Fezco x Reader
You sat comfortably on Fez’s lap. Your head rested on his chest, face pressed cozily against him.
The potent odor of weed clung to the air around you as he exhaled, setting his blunt down and resuming counting pills.
You sighed and shifted, your chin now resting at his shoulder and arms around his torso. His right hand rubbed at your back for a moment before he poured out another bag of molly.
You pressed a soft kiss against his neck and fiddled with the back of his shirt. You opened your eyes when a faint rumble of thunder broke the silence. The soothing sound of pattering droplets falling soon after.
“I didn’t think it’d rain today,” you said quietly, mostly to yourself.
“Nah, wasn’t supposed to,” he said in response, his tone raspy and gentle. Your stomach twinged at the sound and you closed your eyes again.
He placed his left hand on your thigh this time, using the other to separate pills. Each caress of his thumb ran under the shirt you wore. The shirt being his, of course.
You kissed his neck again and nuzzled the exposed skin, breathing in the smell of his cologne and body wash. The scent addicting and so incredibly comforting.
“I love you, Fez,” you said to him softly, unable to get enough of him.
“Love you too, beautiful,” he replied. A small smile curved at your lips as you hummed in response.
He absentmindedly took another hit from his blunt, closing his eyes for a second as he let the smoke fill his lungs.
You sat up and placed your hands against his chest watching his hand fall and a gust of swirling gray leave his mouth.
It was almost mesmerizing the way it left his lips, his soft plump lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in, your nose brushing against his.
He put his blunt down and set his hands on your hips with a squeeze, “Need somethin’ ma?” You nodded and looked into his pretty blue eyes, lightly grabbing at the collar of his shirt.
“Kiss me,” you said, your voice nearly a whisper.
He was more than happy to abide, his lips finding yours tenderly with a slow kiss. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and playfully nipped at it.
“Let me bag up these pills an’ you can have all the kisses you want, baby.” he said, pecking your lips once more.
You silently agreed and rest your head on him as you had before, patiently waiting to have his attention all to yourself.
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We lost a real one, today. He was one of my favorite characters on Euphoria. It’s sad that we lost a bright light on this earth, but he shall forever remain in our hearts.
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MatchMaker
Parings: Fezco x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Jealousy, Cute fluff, rue being a hard y/n x fez shipper.
Words: 0.7k
Type: Fluff
Y/N and Rue have been best friends since their middle school days. The two girls were inseparable, always giggling and having heart-to-heart conversations about life.
As they entered high school, they made a new friend in Fez, who they met through Rue. Fez was a charming and charismatic guy who quickly won their hearts over.
"This is Fez," Rue announced, as we stood inside Fezco's store.
"Yo," he said, nodding his head as he rolled up a joint.
"Hello," I said, nervously smiling at him. "I'm Y/N." I couldn't help but notice how handsome his face was.
Over time, Y/N started to develop feelings for Fez, but she was too shy to admit them to him or even Rue. Rue, on the other hand, was the biggest Fez and Y/N shipper alive. She was always dropping hints to Fez about Y/N, hoping that he would pick up on them and make a move. But Fez was always oblivious to her subtle suggestions.
Time felt like it had come to a standstill for Y/N when Fezco arrived at school with a beautiful blonde by his side.
"Yo, Rue, Y/N," he said, nodding towards us. But Y/N couldn't help but notice the uncomfortable look the girl was giving them. It was a mixture of "stay away from him" and "I know not to fuck with you."
The girl introduced herself as Charlotte, and for a brief moment, it seemed like Fezco had found himself a great girlfriend.
However, their relationship was short-lived, as Fezco walked in on Charlotte on top of Nate Jacobs, who ended up getting his face smashed in.
One day, the group decided to go on a fun adventure to the beach. They packed their bags, loaded up the car, and drove off into the sunset.
As they arrived, the three of them raced to the water, splashing in the waves like little kids.
"I challenge you to a race!" Rue exclaimed excitedly, taking off her shorts and running towards the ocean.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Fezco laughed in response to Rue's challenge.
I also laughed and quickly followed Rue, ready for the race. But as I took my shorts off, I noticed Fezco looking at me strangely. I shrugged it off, assuming it was just my own paranoia.
They took silly pictures, built sandcastles and enjoyed some yummy snacks together.
While sitting on the beach and enjoying the sunset, Rue turned to Y/N and nudged her playfully. "So, Y/N, when are you going to make a move on Fez?" she teased, causing Y/N to blush furiously.
"Come on, he's so into you!" Rue added.
Fez, who had been listening intently, turned to Y/N and smiled. "She's right, you know. I've actually had feelings for you for a long time," he said, taking her hand in his.
From that day on, Y/N and Fez became inseparable. They went on cute dates and shared many special moments together. Their little trio became an unstoppable force, with Rue always happy to see her two best friends together. Everyone around them could see how much they loved each other, even before they admitted it.
As Y/N and Fez got closer, they learned that their friendship had evolved into something much deeper. They fell deeply in love with each other, and it was the happiest they'd ever been. Rue, who was always there for them, had no problem taking a back seat to let her friends enjoy their romance.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and Y/N and Fez only grew more inseparable. Their love story had been long in the making, and it was clear that they were meant to be. From that day on, they knew that their bond was something truly special, something that would stand the test of time. And Rue, who had played such a crucial role in their love story, was happy to have witnessed it all.
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SUGAR DADDY SUGAR BABY FEZCO SMUT SUGAR DADDY SUGAR BABY FEZCO SMUT SUGAR DADDY SUGAR BABY FEZCO SM-
Duh, no duh. This is pure daddy issues right here. NO SMUT THO MWAHAHAH.
"See anythin' you like, angel?" Fez asks, snaking a strong arm around my waist as I look at the different handbags and shoes, my lip tucked between my teeth as I give him a teasing shrug.
"I like everything." I whisper, walking straight up to a display case that has a sparkly, expensive gold necklace dangling from a stand. He laughs in my ear, pecking my cheek before waving over one of the store workers.
As they talk, I walk around to the other cases, hands latched behind my back as I sway back and forth, dragging my fingers over the different materials, wide eyed and excited. My eyes land on a baby-blue handbag, perfect for the pantsuit that Fez just bought me a few stores back, urging me that it would make me look like a business woman and would be perfect for when I come to work for him.
But I can't imagine the pantsuit would stay on long while 'working' for him.
"Hey Fezzy?" I call over my shoulder, eyes never leaving the beautiful leather bag as he steps up behind me. "I like this one." My finger points to the one high up on the shelf as I look back at him, gazing up at him through my lashes.
"Yeah?" He asks, his hands pulling me against him as he brushes his knuckles against my cheek, rings cold against my heated skin. "Matches that outfight I gotchu." He observes, looking past me and up at the bag before waving the worker over yet again. "Hey man," the worker nods politely, "we'll take this one." He pauses, looking between Fez and I with a hesitant glance.
"Sir, would you like to know the price-"
"No, we'll take it." He doesn't object anymore, he just works on getting the bag down from the shelf as I wrap my arms around Fez's neck with a squeal. "What do you say?" He whispers and I smirk, loving the feeling of his arms tightening around my waist.
"Thank you daddy."
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godspeed; [fezco imagine]
SUMMARY: Living in the shadows of your classmates served you well to keep you alive until college. High school could be dangerous, and toxic, and hectic. The only problem about being a wallflower is the missed opportunities, and he is the biggest chance you never took.
That’s alright, though. It’s not like you ever had a chance with Fezco. Right?
⚠️ Mentions of drugs, addiction. | 🏷️ Fluff, strangers to lovers; WC: [5.3k] | 📑Posting this again because some people asked for it. If there are any other Fez scenarios you want I can check if I still have them. Mwah.
The thing about being an addict who meets another addict was that they could bring out the worst in you.
It might happen without meaning to, and they'd do it without any notion of the effects it might cause on your life. With one request from them, or maybe getting stuck in the same room as another one who's a little like you and bam—five years of sobriety would go down the drain.
Rue could be that for you.
Thanks to Ali and your last two years in therapy, she won't be. Not tonight.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” Rue asks. Her eyes are dropping low and she pouts in an adorable manner. She’s high. Very high.
You shake your head. “Thanks.” Her new friend Elliot gives a sharp nod before he and Rue leave together, and you take a second to send a prayer in secret that Rue makes it tonight.
You didn't come back to this damn city to get attached to someone and just watch them die.
After a sad chuckle, you turn around to see what else is there to do in this party she brought you which is not one-third as lame as you imagined it’d be, and that’s when you see him. It takes a second for your brain to understand why it stopped dead in its track at the sight across from you, but when the light flicks just right in his freckled face, you recognize him even with the beard.
You freeze.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck—is that Fezco?
You look away for a second, then back at him. Across from the glass wall that leads to the pool patio there's a gazebo, and he's sitting in the steps talking to someone. The place is crowded and illuminated mostly by colorful lights, but you'd recognize those eyes and cheeks anywhere.
It is him.
Looking good. Looking five times more handsome than he ever did before dropping out of school, and by the looks of it, doing the same thing he did while he was still in the halls of East Highland.
He's smoking and staring with a blank expression to the bodies dancing and walking in front of him, and after catching a second person not subtly slipping him money for a handshake of something, you realize that yup—he's dealing.
And he looks ridiculously good doing so.
A glass of whatever the hell Rue mixed is downed in a second, and you go to the kitchen in search of more.
Fuck your entire life.
Who would've thought Fezco O'Neill would still be living in this shitty town?
Studying with Fezco all those years ago could've been one of the many things your years of substance abuse took out of your early memories hasn't it been for how much you thought of him back then. Even though you two were never friends, never passed beyond the stage of awkward small talks, you enjoyed him. His presence.
One could say you had a crush.
You loved the short and brief interactions you shared with Fezco back then—he came to school often until a certain point, and given the nature of his job, talking to Fez was almost impossible since he talked to everybody, all of the time.
People gravitated towards him in groups, alone, in couples; either because of the drugs or just because he was one of the few people who you could sit beside and not feel anxious, or like you need to try too hard.
The party Rue brought you to has many more teenagers than you expected. It was granted, and you ignored it. The music is decent enough, but you can almost feel the small web strings of drama tying the entire party together. You'd like to blame Rue for you being here, but you can't.
She's still seventeen.
When you were seventeen, you were… well. Doing the same she is now.
Sadly.
You'll blame Ali for being invited over to his daughter's house and dropping the Bennet Bomb on your lap. He pays in food, and that's always nice.
Navigating the party to try and find something to do or a conversation pit that is nice proves to be worthless, and you start worrying that this night will be a bust.
You may be sober from all the pills that one day fucked you over, but your fucks still happened every once in a while because of the other things you still fell back on when shit got hard, which, considering the world and its state—it's often.
At least alcohol and weed make you less of a mess. This party had both. The night could be fun.
You promised Ali you'd keep an eye on Rue—she's doing poorly and a trainwreck tends to crash and leave traces if you don't see to it soon. But if you're staying, you need at least a joint.
Or two.
Fuck.
You stop the first teenager you see, "Hey, is there any other dealer in the party other than Fez?" You ask.
The boy scoffs. "'Course not," he says, then walks away.
Fair enough. No one would be stupid to try and deal at a party in an area where people even drive to meet Fez; he covers the crowd of this (and a few other) high schools for years now. Of course it's only him.
There's no reason you shouldn't go to him. He's not even gonna recognize you, your brain tells you.
The boy scoffs. "'Course not," he says, then walks away.
There's no reason you shouldn't go to him, you think. He's not even gonna remember you anyway.
It's a bitter reminder, but the taste leads your legs outside to the gazebo in hopes Fezco is still there.
And even if he does remember you, the same voice says. It's not like you two ever had a lot to talk about.
As you walk, you remember Rue mentioning to Ali a few days earlier about how her friend who is a drug dealer had beaten Nate Jacobs into a pulp. She told Ali the reason why and even though you had no idea who Nate Jacobs was, he sounded like a fucking cunt.
You kinda hated to have missed the show.
Part of you is wondering what will happen if Fezco does remember who you are, but it's not like that is a big deal either. He'd say hi, make small talk and then what? Reminisce about the days when he sold you Codeine or Demerol and you lived through the stages of a fucked up household while high out of your fucking mind?
Right.
Your palms are sweating. You check the bills inside your dress's bust again and fix the edge of your glitter sleeve, stepping close enough to see the pool and—there he is.
Fezco is talking to a guy when you step outside and to your happiness, Rue and Elliott can be found with Kat in the garden close by. You can do this.
You walk until your platforms are knocking on the edge of the first step, and Fezco only turns around when the guy leaves his side. He turns taking out the joint that's behind his ear, fishing for the lighter that must be on his front pocket, but then he sees the legs standing right in front of him and lifts his head to look at your face.
"Hi," you shake your head at him. "Please tell me you still got weed." I might have to drink tequila like a frat boy if you don't.
It's the frown that tells you Fezco's mind must be trying to connect the dots, and before you can offer him any hint on why he sort of recognizes you, a smile breaks out in his face and surprises you into stunned silence when he follows with, "Oh, shit. You're Y/n," he points at you.
"I'm—yeah?" You know your crush used to be big, but you fight down a knot at trying to recall if his smile had always been this charming. "Yeah, it's me," you try again, not wanting to sound like a question. "You're Fezco. Hi again," you wave a hand again.
This boy always left you tongue-tied, but you'd be damned if he got you looking stupid this early into a conversation.
"Wow." Fezco's smiling dopely, and the way he looks you up and down have your skin running a little hotter. "Been a long time. Hi, little ma."
Fuck. He's sitting down, but Fezco chill raspy voice still makes him feel inches taller.
"Hey, Fezco."
"You said you wanted weed?" He asks, finally lighting up his joint.
You look at the orange smoke illuminating his face and nod. "Yes, please." This is still as awkward as it was back then. "I'm not mentally ready to be this surrounded by teenagers," you add without thinking.
Fezco laughs at that, taking his blunt between his fingers. "Word." He fishes for something inside his jacket's pocket. "You want the flower or you want a pre-rolled?"
You pout. "That depends. Who rolled it?"
Fezco smiles. "I did."
"Your joints looked like tiny spaceships, man. No offense." Back in school together, you never bought weed from Fezco because you hated how smoke made you cough, but you saw the pre-rolled he sold to your classmates, and he rolled like shit.
He surprises you by laughing again, and then he gets up. "Damn, ma—your memory's good, huh?" Fezco looms over you for a second before leaning against the handrail, and he takes out a pack from a pocket. "I got better at it. Look. Looking like they came from a factory, see? I ain't selling shit I wouldn't be smoking too."
His joints really are looking professional, and you laugh again, this time with him.
"Cool—they look good," you nod in approval.
Fezco who's had a smile on his face since he put a name to your face nods too, looking even more pleased with himself. "Cool. One's $3. Three's ten. Five's fifteen. How many you looking for?"
"Gimme five."
"Five?" He blinks in surprise, but starts picking them one by one.
"I'm looking out for a friend of a friend and I have a feeling she's not going home anytime soon." You give him the money, and in exchange take the blunts. "I'm not taking chances."
"You don't have a purse, where you gonna put 'em?" Fez asks, taking another look at your outfit.
You pull on the fabric of your renovated shirt and show him the pocket you sewed on the inside. You make a show of opening it, putting four of the joints inside, then close the button.
Fezco chuckles. "Aight. You're prepared." He looks you up and down again, and you fidget in response, organizing your corset underneath the shirt. "What brought you back? Wait—why did you leave in the first place?"
When Fezco left school in seventh grade, you still saw him for a few years. Whenever the pills ran out at your place, you ran to his and Ash's place for more.
You shrug your shoulder, and light the one joint you kept in your hand. "I left to go live with my Aunt."
He doesn't need to know the why, nor does he care. Whatever it is Fezco remembers of you or thinks of your person, you can bet it isn't that your mother preferred you living in another state than keeping the junkie her neglect created at home.
"Really?" Fezco asks, and he sounds just as genuine as ever. He looks behind your shoulder out of nowhere and you notice another boy hovering your conversation, most likely wanting something out of him and you're about to say you'll leave him alone when Fezco shrugs a hand in the air for him. "Ain't available. Find Ash," and without even looking for his response, his eyes are back on you. "Was your aunt nice?"
His voice drags out, the same way as it did before.
It's still distracting. "Yeah." Auntie, unlike Mother, lived a real life. Had real problems and, as consequence, helped you with yours. Fez probably didn't care about that either, so you exhaled the smoke and changed the topic. "And you? Last I remember you quit to help your G Ma with business and your little bother. How's Ash?"
Fezco smiles, and you feel your heart skipping a stupid beat at it.
Even his smile has gotten cuter.
"You remember that?" His words drag out, and he smacks his lips on his teeth.
You frown. "Course I do." I always had trouble forgetting anything related to the cute and funny ginger boy who always has a kind gesture or word to offer if you need.
Fezco nods, looking at you through his eyelashes and this time, he keeps his eyes there. "Yeah. Stuff's been good, you know."
His careless demeanor never hid from you the small things, like the way he narrows his eyes when he's lying through his teeth. You hope whatever 'good' he's been getting, it gets a little better.
Before you can ask something else, Fezco goes on. "It's weird that you remember that. About Ma G and Ash."
That comment leaves you even more confused. "How come?"
Fezco shrugs his shoulders again. "Dunno. It was a while ago, lil' mama." You two laugh at that, because word. "'s the reason I knew I could trust you, too."
Fezco trusts you? "You trusted me?"
"Trust. Ain't gone away just 'cause you left," his smile is so nonchalant that it makes you smile in return. "No one ever found out why I dropped—just assumed 's for what I do. Lots of rumors 'n that's it."
He's right about that.
Through hazy memories, you recall people trying to create the most dramatic reason for Fezco's drop out in the cafeteria as well as in the streets. "Yeah… I remember that." You hum. "Always found that strange."
How was that a twelve-year-old Fezco managed to keep his grandmother's sickness all to himself was beyond you.
"Exactly." The way he says the word makes you leave Eastland high of all those years ago and focus on him again. He said it as a confirmation, and when you frown, he elaborates through a chuckle because he notices you're already high and just as lost as before. "You're the only one I told, Y/n."
"Wait. Really?" That couldn't be. Fezco had friends. Good ones and not-so-good ones, you imagined. "Why?"
"Yeah, lil' ma. You the only one who asked," he shrugs it off, speaking through the clouds of smoke.
You're the only one who asked.
"Oh." That made the flutter inside of you get worse. So much worse.
Sure, Fez always answered when you asked him things, whether it was about his brother, or his grandma Marie, or even himself, but picturing a world where people never even ask him about those stuff seems foreign to you.
Maybe that's because you always wanted to know.
The silence stretches out for a few seconds between you both, only the smoke of your blunts creating a thick fog around, almost like a bubble.
Fezco still stares at you and your clothes, and you try to move only your shoulders to the beat of the song because his eyes are as sharp as they were before.
"What brings you back, then?" Fezco asks. Someone else pops up right behind you and he exhales his smoke a little annoyed. "Not now. Find Ash."
That's the second time he blows off a customer to keep talking to you and—yup. Just as you feared the first time it happened, this one leaves your cheeks burning bright.
You clear your throat and look away from him in search of Rue as an excuse, hoping he doesn't see it. "My sponsor is kinda like a dad to me. And he sponsors… that one." Rue's still sitting underneath the same tree with Elliott, and you release anxiety you forgot you were holding on to at the sight of her. "So I guess you can say it's babysitting duties." You shrug. "If you're asking why I'm in town specifically, it's 'cause my Aunt moved in business for a year so," you shrug, as if saying this is where I gotta be, I guess. I have nowhere else to go.
Instead of asking about the sponsor as most people do, Fezco's still looking in the direction your finger pointed.
"You babysitting Rue?"
"Yeah."
"Word?" You nod at him, giggling a little at how happy he got out of the sudden. "Fuck, man, that's kinda good to hear, I ain't gonna lie to you," Fezco laughs at that, really laughs like he's happy in his most genuine form. "She's my friend. Rue. She's kinda like family—I know she a mess, but." He takes another drag, looking between you and Rue this time. "I ain't selling to her hard stuff anymore, but…" Fezco sighs. "I'm scared if I don't give her what she want, she'll just find it with someone else, ya feel me?"
Double fuck. "Damn." Fezco dealt for Rue. Who ODed. Who's relapsed for the second time. Damn it. Knowing Fezco the little you did, you knew he felt a silent ocean of guilt over it. "She's good, Fez."
You reach out with your free hand, knocking your knuckles gently against his forearm. "She got a good sponsor, 'kay?" You lift the joint in your hands. "This? The only reason I still got a grip in shit's because Ali takes none of my bullshit and still manages to give me good advice between all the crap I try to sell 'im. She's not in a good place, but she is a good kid. Stuff takes time, that's all. Plus—she's still young. Surrounded by drama, all the fucking time. She needs to get to a place where she wants to be alive for real, and she will. Eventually."
Even though it had been only two pancake visits since you and Rue met, the kid got her vines in you, somehow.
Just like Ali, you believed in her.
"Yeah." Fezco nods along with every word you say, and when you're done, he's smiling again. "Yeah, okay." Has he always looked this fucking breathtaking while smiling? You might have a heart attack. It's a good thing you're not swimming in opiates anymore. "She got a good sponsor and apparently a guardian fucking angel, so I'll believe in ya."
The blush worsens at that, and this time, Fezco catches it. He laughs at you, and you knock your fake Versace Medusa platforms against his chin.
"I am not an angel," you laugh.
"I dunno, it might be the lights or sumn', but you lookin' like one," Fezco looks from the soft pink light that's casting a shadow on the pool area and you, and you wished it was red so it masked your reaction to him instead of highlighting it.
"You always been this sweet talker?" You try, laughing it off.
Fezco's just being nice, you tell yourself.
"My bad, ma." He must notice you're getting a little too flustered, and changes the topic, too. "So how was it with yo Auntie?"
You push away any thoughts of school behind and try it.
Having a conversation with Fezco turns out to be much easier than 11-year-old you imagined. Maybe it was because he was in a year above, or because he's always had those sweet eyes and smiled so rarely, but his intimidating persona fought a valiant battle and lost every time his personality entered the ring.
Eventually, though, Rue gets lost from your sight and, as you promised, you have to go find her.
"Fucking hell," you mutter to yourself, getting up from the steps. "Uh—I'll be back?"
Fezco looks up at you. "Really? 'Cause if you say you'll be back, I'll wait."
You smile down at him. "Then, I will be back."
Finding Rue while high and happy out of your mind feels almost hypocritical.
The sea of teenagers and the smell of alcohol, weed and sweat does nothing for you when all your brain can focus on is Rue Rue Rue Where Is Rue as well as Fez Fez Fez, As Sweet as Ever, Fez Fez Fez.
He looks so pretty.
He pulls off the beard, too. His voice is lower, much lower than you remember—puberty hit that boy in the chest, and all the smoking can't help, either. And if he—oh shit, that's Rue.
"Rue Fucking Bennet!" Your scream is met with the sight of Rue looking like a parakeet. "Yeah, you."
"Oh, shit." Rue looks behind her, and, of course, there's Elliot. Is that a bathroom behind them?
"Oh, fuck nah." You stride to them, anything that isn't Rue and that bathroom momentarily forgotten. "You are high enough." You push past Elliot and stand in front of the bathroom door. "I ain't watching you snort too many lines for your already high-ass brain to keep up with. Go fucking find something else to do."
"Shit, Rue. You never told me you brought your mom," Elliot teases.
You point a finger right on his face. "You better learn when to shut the fuck up, Elliot." I don't fucking like you, Elliot. "Did she tell you I'm here 'cause I caught her almost passed out in a bathroom? Did she?"
From the sight on his face, she obviously hadn't. Called it.
"Exactly. Why don't you stick to your fucking lane and go roll the two of you a joint or something and I'll stick to my lane of not letting the addict decide how much coke is enough coke for her, huh?" Your blood is boiling already, and Elliot's right. You sound like her mother, and yet, you can't bring yourself to care. Turning your face to Rue, you see her looking sheepish between you both. "Trust me. You can find other shit to do."
Rue sighs, but you caught the fleeting fear in her eyes when you mentioned the bathroom. "It's not gonna help," she tells you with what it's supposed to be a mindless shrug, but—there it is.
The sadness underneath the addiction.
You take a deep breath and step closer. "Why not?"
Rue shrugs her shoulders, avoiding eye contact at all costs. "'Cause this party fucking sucks."
That was debatable, but she looked to believe it, so. "Why does it suck?"
Rue finally pins you with a look, and you watch her struggle. Feel her feelings, or burn them to the ground?
When her eyes start swimming with water, you let out an exhale, happy that she chose the feelings. "'Cause Jules' not talking to me."
Oh, young love.
"Fine." She was not gonna get what she wants from this party, and she's the one reason you're here. "Why don't we leave, then?"
"What?! No! It doesn't suck that bad," Rue defends.
She's not ready to leave yet, but it'll be soon. She probably wants to martyr herself, staring at her girlfriend dancing with people and not her, and fine, you can sympathize with that. "Okay. I'll be with Fezco outside, then. When you decide this party does suck, find us and we'll go, okay?"
Rue stares at you. She licks her lips, looking right into your eyes in search of something, and whatever it is, she must find it. "Okay. Okay, yeah. I'll look for you." She turns to Elliot, who's been leaning on the corridor wall in silence since you told him off. "Let's goooo Elli, bro."
Ugh. From the look on his face at her 'bro', this bro of hers wants something more than her company and her fellow addict nose to keep him from being lonely while he uses it.
Trying to convince yourself that is not your problem, you go back outside in search of Fezco.
Catching Rue walking her death row made you almost sober, or at least, your mind feels that way.
When you get outside, though, Fezco's not there.
The absence of his presence makes you wonder if you left for too long, or if he had something better to do. The next problem is that with no Fezco, you're back to square zero.
Liquor.
You're gonna need alcohol if Rue is off being a masochist and the only other person you knew at the party is gone.
The silver lining comes when after downing a glass of surprisingly good scotch, the music gets good. Losing yourself to the beat and the sea of bodies is easier than thinking. Easier than letting your mind wander, or focusing on the interactions you shared with him that night.
Throwing your head back and closing your eyes to feel the drums in the song instead of the emptiness inside you or the need for something more is one of the many coping mechanisms you found while living in New York.
It's also what keeps you busy until you feel someone trying to get your attention.
It's Elliott. He looks no better or good than when you left him and Rue a while ago, which means they stuck to your advice and found something other than lines to do.
He gestures to the outside and, catching his message, you realize with a sad pang in your chest that it's time to go.
"Where's Rue?" You ask.
"Talking to him." Elliott points to one of the empty corridors, and right in the end, you see them.
Rue and Fezco, talking to one another. Before you can stop yourself, you're taking steps in their direction, but you never get close enough to interrupt the conversation.
Eventually, she notices you standing there and waves a hand at you. She says something else to Fezco, then walks to you.
"Can we light one up before we go?" She asks you as soon as she's in front of you. Rue looks worse.
Fuck.
She did something without Elliot. That stupid, one-brain-celled, fake blond asshole.
"'Course, babes."
Rue nods with a happy smile that looks sad to you, then leaves.
Across the corridor, Fezco is looking at you. Staring, and you're pinned under his gaze until he walks to you, too.
"You weren't there," you tell him as soon as he's in earshot.
Fezco's eyes widen a little, like he's surprised you noticed. "Yeah. My bad, ma." He looks sad too, and fucking hell, is everyone in this city miserable? "My ex dropped by wanting to talk 'n I didn't wanna talk."
That makes you widen your eyes, but in sympathy.
"Ah—I'm the one who should say 'my bad', then," you shrug.
He smiles at you. "'s fine. I was an idiot—she's Rue's age and…" Fezco rubs both hands over his buzzcut, and you groan out loud at the implications of Fezco and his high-school-year-old ex-girlfriend. "Fuck. I gotta stop puttin' myself in trouble, man."
"If it was that easy, huh?" You ask with a bitter laugh.
Fezco looks down at you, laughing along. "Yeah. If only."
"I gotta go—I'm gonna drive Rue—" where? You have no idea where, but she needs to get out and she was the reason you're here. Not the pretty boy, you remind yourself. "Somewhere?"
"Sounds like you don't know either," Fezco tilts his head. "I can recommend a few places."
"Really?!"
"Yeah, really," Fezco smiles and stretches out his head. "Gimme yo phone."
You take your phone out of your pocket and he types something, slowly. Then after a few clicks, he looks up at you. "You mind if I got your number?"
Your heart does. "I was gonna ask for it, anyway." Bless the scotch and heavens guard your heart, because your sudden boldness pays off.
The smile on Fezco's face opens slowly, different than the other ones he gave you that night. It's like watching the animation of a pair of eyes suddenly becoming a wolf, and inside the house, there's nowhere to escape the blue lights.
The color on your cheeks must be noticeable now that he's this close.
Fezco only looks away from you to type away something else on your phone and when the ping of message arrives in his pocket, your stomach does a cartwheel. "There. Now I got yours, too."
The fact that you want something else, something more from him before leaving seems to hover in the air.
Fezco's fingers brush on yours when he hands your phone back, and you swallow thickly with your eyes on his hands.
They're big hands—the notion makes your brain a little dizzy, painted with images of that hand everywhere. Around your throat, holding onto your chin, on your body—fuck.
You look up, and he's still watching you. "Never thought I'd see you again, lil' ma." The hoarseness on his voice is making you a little delirious and—is that perfume? In the tiny and narrow corridor, with him standing only a foot away from you, you can smell Fezco now. "But I'm glad I did."
Fezco's cologne is a strong, wood scent underneath the smell of pot and frankly, you need to get out of here before it cogs your whole brain and you do something stupid, like kissing his pretty pink lips before you go.
"I'm glad, too." Your voice sounds distant, and Fezco chuckles.
"Take good care of Rue, yeah?" You can visibly see him swallow, and then he takes a step back, taking his good scent and his freckles away from your eye level. "I'll text ya some places you can take her."
That's a door he's opening for you, and you take it before you lose control.
"Thanks, Fez." You bite on your bottom lip, trying to hold in the desire to get at least a hug. "Send Ash a hi from me? I'm—it was really good seeing you. Thanks for making my night a lil' happy."
Fezco finally looks away now, chuckling to himself. He looks embarrassed, and the way he ducks his head laughing makes you feel even more desperate, if that makes any sense. "I ain't gonna let you go if you keep being this nice."
"What?! I'm saying bye!" You laugh.
"Yeah, lookin' all cute and shit." Fezco drags one hand over his buzzcut again, and takes one more deliberate step back. "You made my night happier, too. Now please go before Rue fucks off somewhere 'n I have to pretend to be sad that I gotchu for a few more hours."
Hghgn. You swallow thickly around that, trying in vain to convince yourself that Fezco isn't flirting.
It's harder to do that when he's standing only two feet away, looking like you're in a Red Hood and he might eat you alive if one gave him the chance.
For the first time in years, you feel… pretty.
And sexy.
Blinking at him from under your eyelashes, you send him a smile and a siren look that purposely tells him what your last words can't. "See you around, Fez."
He nods at you, sharp and losing his smile—he's staring with intent, and when he licks his lips, you know you have to go before it's your turn to be embarrassed that he makes you whimper without even touching you.
"See ya, angel."
Oh, fuck.
Rue owes you so many joints and, at the same time, you owe her so much more.
You can feel his eyes on your back as you walk outside, and it takes you pinning Rue under your vision and following her like one follows a saving light for you to not turn around and give him one last hand wave.
If you see Fez one more time this evening, you might get high on the way his eyes look at you alone.
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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."
don't we love when she posts on a random day in the week after saying she only does weekends? lol
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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Communication Barriers pt. 2
fezco x fem!reader (part one here)
summary: you begin doubting your endurance when everything becomes overwhelming.
warning: mentions of alcohol use/being tipsy, again jail stuff, swearing.
wc: ±3400 (omg?)
a/n: thank you sm for all the love on the first part, here's a kiss for each one of you 💋
gif not mine, all credit to original creator.
You were practically running through the house to get to the phone. You knew it was Fez calling and you had some very special news to share with him.
"Hey baby, how you doin'?" his calm voice spoke. "Well, you are officially talking to a Registered Nurse Fez," you said smiling from ear to ear. "Shit baby, forreal?" he asked, shock evident in his voice. "Yep," you said popping the p and playing with the dainty gold bracelet Rue had gotten you for your birthday.
"I'm so so proud of you baby. My smart girl, you deserve this," he said. His words made your stomach flutter and heat spread across your face. "Thank you baby," you smiled. "When's the graduation ceremony?" he asked. "In a few weeks," you answered, "I'm gonna be walking that stage, and then you're gonna have to call me nurse Y/L/N everytime you call."
He laughed lightly before saying, "Alright nurse bighead." You gave an over dramatic gasp into the phone making sure he could hear it. "I'm sorry baby," he laughed. "Mhm," you said trying to sound mad, "Ash's here, I'm gonna put him on okay?"
After him and Ash talked and the call ended, Fez couldn't help the guilty feeling creeping up on him. He wouldn't get to be there on your special day and the thought was consuming him. He wanted to show his support, but he could only do as much.
The feeling kept gnawing at him. He was missing a lot of important milestones in both your and Ash's life and he's not going to get a second chance at sharing those with you physically. He just prayed that you would wait for him, and understand why he couldn't be there.
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You arrived home at around eleven thirty, graduation gown and cap clasped in one hand and your heels and keys in the other. Your purse was cluthed tightly underneath your arm, along with you diploma that you wisely decided to protect in a carry folder, as you struggled to unlock the door.
When you finally got inside you threw everything on the kitchen table and threw yourself on the couch. You and some of your classmates decided to go out for a few drinks after your graduation ceremony to celebrate. A few quickly turned into a little more than a few and now you found yourself spread across the couch with a nice buzz and two very sore feet.
The house is too quiet you thought to yourself. You pulled your upper body upright to place yourself in a seated position. The move made your head spin and you had to sit in silence for several moments before calling out. "Ash!" you called loudly, maybe a bit too loudly. When no one replied, you shouted again, louder. "What!" he shouted back, voice raspy from sleep and obviously angry that you had woken him up. "Are you alright?" you asked quietly. "What the fuck?" he whispered to himself before shouting back louder, "yeah man, now leave me alone."
"Okay, goodnight. Love you," you whispered, more to yourself. You found yourself almost calling out for Fez, until it hit you. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you suddenly found yourself breaking down on the couch, head in your hands as you sobbed quietly. This time spent without him was awful. You had a lot more responsibilities to take care of, and you had to do it alone, not to mention your studies and your job kept you constantly busy, and you barely had any time to relax. You had to be a mother, a caretaker, a good employee and a student all at once, and you were beginning to feel overwhelmed by everything.
You were so tired, overwhelmed and stressed out but most of all you felt lonely. Coming home after a long day to no one and not having someone to physically comfort you when you were feeling down took a toll on you. You wanted more than anything to be able to be in your boyfriend's arms, and have him hold you until you felt okay again, but you couldn't, because he wasn't there and he wasn't going to be there for a while.
But you couldn't afford to break down now, not when so many people depended on you. So you quicky wiped off your tears and pulled yourself back together, heading to the bathroom to try and sober up before bed. On your way to the bathroom, you passed Marie's room. You went in to pull the blanket further up over her arms and checked that everything was still okay. "Goodnight," you whispered before closing her door and continuing your journey.
You took of your make-up and got out of the uncomfortable dress you were wearing, brushed your teeth and made your way to the bed. After a few moment you were knocked out cold.
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Fez had sent you a letter saying that he wasn't allowed calls for a few weeks because he had gotten into a fight. He wasn't allowed to say anything more about it, but he told you that he'd send you letters in the meantime. You were curious to know what happened, but you decided to not ask him about it. You knew his calls were being monitored and the letters were getting read beforehand, and you didn't want to loose another form of communication.
In the meantime, you were busier than ever. You were working on your resume, looking for a new job while still covering extra shifts at your current one. You also had to help Ash, who had finals coming up while also taking care of Marie, not to mention the shop, that you had to manage on weekends. You had a lot on your plate, and before you knew it the weeks were over and Fez could call again. You hadn't even noticed how fast time had passed.
You were sitting at the kitchen table helping Ash with his homework, the TV playing softly in the background and the smell of gingerbread filling the house from the cookies that sat cooling down in the oven. When you had deemed them ready, you grabbed your oven mits and carefully placed the tray on the stove. The phone rang and you quickly removed the mits and made your way over to the couch, ruffling Ash's short hair as you passed him. You pressed one and placed the receiver to your ear, excited to hear your boyfriend's voice again.
"Hey," you smiled, looking over at Ash who was visibly struggling with his History essay. "Hey ma, was beginning to think you forgot about me," Fez spoke softly. "What do you mean?" you asked confusedly. "You haven't been answering my calls," he said flatly. "You called?"
"Yeah, baby. Last week, twice." he answered. "Shit," you said, "I'm sorry, I've been so busy with work, and Ash has finals coming up, so that. And about a million other things. I was barely even at home, I'm sorry baby."
"It's okay," he said, "almost thought you replaced me or some shit."
This made you furrow your brows. "What?" you asked. He could immediately hear the anger in your voice, and he knew he fucked up. He didn't even have reason to think that way at all; he knew you'd never ever be disloyal, but when you hadn't answered his calls his mind had wondered to the very worst case scenarios.
In honesty he was scared, he didn't want to let you go, but he knew it wasn't ideal making you wait for him throughout his sentence. He was selfish though, he didn't want to let you go either, and the thought of you with someone else made his stomach churn.
"I was jus' jokin baby," he spoke, trying to calm you down, but you weren't having it. "Well it wasn't fucking funny, Fez," you snapped back. At the mention of Fez's name, Ash raised his head from the paper and looked at you. "It wasn't funny because I'm out here working my ass off trying to keep everything afloat and you accuse me of cheating?" you tried keeping your voice low so that Ash couldn't hear the conversation. "Do you really think that of me?"
"No baby, of course not, I was jus' jokin y'know that," Fez spoke, desperately trying to diffuse the situation, "It was a stupid joke. You wasn't answering and I just got a lil worried, is all." You scoffed. "You don't have to worry about me cheating, Fez, because I love you and I wanna be with you, no one else," you sneered before placing the phone against your chest, not waiting for his reply.
"Ash you wanna talk to your brother?" you asked. He hesitated, clearly aware that the two of you just had a falling out, but nodded anyway and made his way to the phone. "Ash wants to talk to you," you said cutting off whatever apology he was in the middle of and handing Ash the phone.
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You hadn't spoke to Fez since your last argument. Maybe it was a bit petty, but you were extremely hurt by what he said, even if he did mean it as a joke. You would never even think of cheating, ever, and the fact that he thought that of you made your heart ache. It took you such a long time to gain Fez's trust when you first started dating, so why on earth would he think you'd throw all that away?
You were sitting on your bed reading through some old magazines that layed around the house, when you heard a knock on the door. "Come in," you said absent-mindedly, too preoccupied with reading from the gossip column that was once of relevance back in 2019.
Ash opened the door softly and made his way inside. "Fez wants to talk to you," he said. You grimaced at the mention of your boyfriend.
Every time he had called you would hand the phone to Ash so that at least he could talk to his brother. Just because you were angry at him doesn't mean that Ash had to suffer.
"Ion wanna talk to him," you mumbled, not lifting your head from the magazine. "He said it's urgent," Ash countered. That was not exactly what he had said. It went more along the lines of I'm not playing with you Ash, give her the fuckin' phone.
You sighed before begrudgingly getting up from bed and making your way to the phone. "Hi," you spoke quietly into the phone. "Hey ma. How you doin' baby?" he asked warily. "Okay," you answered shortly. He sighed loudly. You were obviously still mad at him. "Look baby," he started, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, "I'm sorry for sayin all that shit, I know you'd never do sum like that."
"Do you?" you asked. "Yeah, baby I do. I know you love me, and I love you. I'm really sorry Y/N, it was jus' my own insecurities talkin," he said softly. "You shouldn't have to feel that way," you said, "I'd never do that, ever. I love you way too much."
"I know baby, can you forgive me?" You thought about it briefly. Yes, you were still a little pissed at him, but you missed him, and you missed hearing his voice. "You say some shit like that again—" you started. "I know baby, you can come beat me up personally," he interrupted. You couldn't help but laugh. The sound made Fez's heart soar. "I missed your voice, baby," Fez spoke up.
"I missed yours too," you replied, smiling.
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When Fez first arrived in jail, he had to complete a shit ton of paperwork. One of these was a Visitor Information form. You were on of the first people he had added on the list, along with a few friends he considered close. He had finished his part of the form and the rest was sent back to you to complete.
You completed your part of the form and sent it back, waiting to be approved. It's been months since then, and you've almost forgot about it.
"Guess what baby?" Fez started, as you sat on the bed, painting your nails with your phone laying next to you on speaker. "What?" you asked, your interest piqued by the obvious excitement in his voice. "You've been approved for visits," he said. You shot op from bed, almost knocking over the bottle of nail polish. You hastily grabbed everything and placed them on the dresser next to the bed, no longer interested in your nails. "Are you serious Fez?!" you shouted excitedly. "Yeah baby, you and Ash can come see me."
You shrieked with happiness, you were finally going to see Fez's face after months of only hearing him over the phone. You hadn't even realized you were crying until you spoke up again. "Baby I'm so happy! When can we come? What should I wear? Can I bring food? What about—"
"Slow down baby! We'll talk about it all next time okay?" Fez interrupted. "Okay," you sighed, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. "I'm finally gonna see you," you smiled to yourself. "Yeah baby, I can't wait," Fez spoke through the phone. Before long your time had run out and Fez had to go once again. You still found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to calm your nerves. Even your hands were shaking from excitement. When you looked down at them you saw your fresh manicure ruined.
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Visiting an inmate came with a lot of rules you also had to follow. You spent hours looking up all the things you were and were not allowed to do when you'd go visit Fez.
You had been urged to visit alone at first before bringing Ash along. Before being allowed in the visiting room you had been patted down thoroughly and passed through a metal detector. You were expected to dress according to the rules of the prison, and you were not allowed to bring anything along with you.
You made your way into the small room and sat down in the booth that had been indicated. You stared through the glass pane that separated you and nervously waited for Fez to appear on the other side. It wasn't a very busy day, an older lady sat two chairs from you, talking to a young man, who you assumed is most likely her son.
The door on the other side of the glass opened and when you saw Fez walking in your heart skipped about ten beats. The ugly orange jumpsuit sat baggy on his frame and looked to be about 2 sizes too big for him. When he saw you sitting on the other side of the booth a smile made it's way on his face, and his feet quickly carried him to the seat across from you.
You don't know how long the two of you stared at each other. Maybe it was a minute, or an hour, until he picked up the phone next to him and placed it to his ear. He gestured towards where your phone hung and you quickly mimicked him, placing the phone to your ear with shaky hands.
You've been waiting for this moment for months, and now you didn't even know what to say. What do you say to someone you haven't seen in months?
"Hi," was the only thing you could think of.
"Hey nurse Bighead," he said, a small smile appearing on his face. You saw it, you got to see him smile again with your own two eyes, and the sight almost brought you to tears. "Shut up," you breathed, rolling your eyes playfully.
"I could always go," he joked, and laughed when he saw your face turn into a scowl.
"You look good ma," he said quietly. You took a second to look down at your outfit. You weren't allowed to wear anything too revealing or suggestive, so you went with the safe option of a pair of old jeans and a fluffy crew neck jersey, considering it'd been getting cold outside. You had even foregone doing a full face of makeup. In reality you were so nervous this morning that you were hardly functioning.
"You think so?" you asked shyly. "Of course ma," he replied, "I always think you look good. Prettiest girl in the world." The heat on your cheeks was engulfing, and the smile on your face never faltered.
It felt so good being able to see his face when talking to him. To see him laugh at one of your stupid jokes and to see his pretty eyes looking at you through the thick glass that separated you. Even after all this time apart, the adoration in his eyes never once dulled. He still looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, and to him maybe you did. It wasn't until you came along that he had noticed how pretty the sky could be at night or how the last bits of sun disappearing behind the horison was the best part of a busy day. You made him notice the little things in life, kept him down to earth and gave him a new set of eyes. He loved you for that, and he loved you for every other thing about you too, even the things you didn't find appealing.
"How long has it been even?" you asked quietly. Time seemed to stretch into one long, exhausting day ever since he's been gone; you've even lost count of how longs he's been away. "Eight months," he replied. Eight months? It's been Eight months.
"Just a little longer, right?" He nodded slowly before speaking up again. "I really appreciate everything you do for me, Y/N. Takin' care of everything on that side." "I don't mind," you said softly. "Well I do," he replied, "you should be out havin fun. I'm s'pose to be looking after you, now you gotta handle all that shit on your own." You shrugged, giving him a small smile. "I'd do it forever if I had to. I'd wait for you forever if I had to."
You could see the tears forming in his eyes, and for a second you thought he might actually cry. But he quickly pulled himself together and readjusted his grip on the phone to his other hand and ear. "I don't deserve you ma," he said after a short moment. You smiled, shaking your head. "No you don't," you joked and he gave you a small laugh.
Before long you had to say goodbye once again. You were beginning to grow tired of having to say goodbye. Of having to leave him and not have him close to you and not being able to feel his warmth against you. The ability to see him did little to stop the yearning to touch him and feel him, but It'd have to do for now. You just had to pray and wait, and hold out a little longer.
You placed your hand againt the glass, and he mimicked your movement, placing his bigger hand over yours. How cliché you thought to yourself, but you couldn't find it in you to care. Maybe if you closed your eyes, you could imagine you felt the heat of his hand seeping through the glass. But you didn't want to close your eyes, because it would be another moment where you didn't get to see him. You wouldn't dare close your eyes; you wanted to engrave this image of him, sitting in the small chair in the ugly jumpsuit smiling so prettily at you, behind your fucking eyelids.
"I love you," he said with a breathy voice. "I love you too," you smiled. The guard who had been standing a few feet away from him moved closer and you knew your time was up. You moved the hand that was still pressed against the glass to your mouth, placing a small kiss on your fingertips and placing it back on his hand, before placing the phone back on the wall, the sound already cut off.
He did the same to his phone and stood up, following the guard's lead. You gave him a little wave as he made his way out the door and back to his cell.
Just a little longer...
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Doll Face 2 | 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: 3k+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, sexual assault, forced sexual labor, exploitation of young girl, abuse, abusive household, vulnerable situations.
A/N: So happy to keep going with this story! Thank you for those who ask or wanted a part 2! Hope you enjoy it! If anyone thinks any other warning should be included please let me know, thank you!
Fuck
No
Shit
Your body went cold. You had stopped moving and just stared at him, eyes locked. He kept an unfazed look, just looking up at you with his drowsy eyes. He wanted to know, he needed to know if you were his doll face. The little girl he had befriended all those years ago.
You regained your autonomy over your body and resumed your movements, praying that no one had heard or gotten suspicious.
“Doll face? You know sweetcheeks, carrot boy?”
Shit
Fuck
You looked up at him with pleading eyes.
Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t.
“Nah, just confused her face.”
“She is a good one, isn't she?" You heard him say again. The redhead nodded slowly.
“Yeh, she is.”
Mouse’s laughter reverb over the place, making you feel the pressure of not stopping. Not looking at him.
“Yeah, she is a sweet one,” he took a sip of beer, “I promise, you can’t even imagine the number of guys that have cum in that same seat, my man…little sweetcheeks here making them cum with just a dance!”
Your jaw clenched, wanting him to stop talking about you like that. It was already an unpleasant enough experience to live as for to relieve it by word. Although the man beneath you seemed to not care at all.
He looked past your face and opened a beer from the many near. Raising his brows, making him seem like he couldn’t believe Mouse’s words.
“Really?” lacing his tone with fake astonishment.
“Yeah! Word is, little sissy here gives the best head around the neighborhood,” he comes near you, slapping one of your ass cheeks.
You had to grip the redhead's shoulders to prevent you from shuddering.
Please stop talking. You kept repeating in your head, with your eyes closed. Desiring to disappear from the embarrassment and just not having to face the look on the man’s face beneath you.
It wasn’t like you liked to do that. You just had to. A job is a job. Those words kept you going and stopped you from falling apart.
At first, you had managed to keep up with your weekly quotas by just dancing, but when word got around, Mouse decided to higher his commission. Forcing you to look for more ways to make money.
And any time you tried to get a job that didn’t involve this word, your brother was back at you with threats and violence. You had tried so many times before, you ever gave your first blow job and had some bills thrown at your face.
You had felt disgusted with yourself and scrubbed your tongue. After that, you brushed your teeth for eternity. It took you long enough to insert in your head that it was part of your job. That it was just a job.
But word got around. Again. And as always, Mouse found a way to benefit himself. And now he had you dancing for his people and sucking them off. You didn’t even get privacy having to do everything in that same chair.
It was disgusting. It made you cry a lot. And it was something you definitely didn’t want him to know about.
Fez
Your Fezco
Only God knows how hard you prayed for so long for this day. Day, noon, night.
Your imagination had been the only thing that had kept you happy all this time. In the middle of dancing, upstage or private, between jobs, the only thing that kept you going and smiling was thinking about the different scenarios in which you could meet again.
Your favorite one was where you find yourselves at the university. You are walking around, maybe at the start of your first semester there. You are still a little lost and getting used to the installations that it takes you a while to get around.
You had your math class next and were absolutely lost with the indications that the office gave you. So, you asked a group of people sitting at an outside table.
They were friendly, and one of the girls even offered to take you. You thanked them all and left with the girl. And then, she would say something like, “Oh my GOD, you are going to love this class. The teacher assistant is so cute. Everyone loves it just because of him.”
And you wouldn’t believe her, oblivious to what was coming next. But when she left you at the door, and you had chosen your seat, it was going to be his voice that would have made you look up. And there he would have been, being a math teacher assistant. A great one.
Then, you would approach him, he would remember you, of course, and your encounters would increase following that day.
That was your favorite scenario because it just seemed right. It felt right. That was how life should have been for both of you.
But it never occurred, and you were stuck here. Being pulled by your hair by your brother’s hand brings you back to your reality.
The force that he pulled you with made you moan from the pain.
“Yeah, right," he laughed. “She loves it when you pull her like this, just like the slut she is, right little sissy,” he shoveled your head to the side with force and left the room, probably going to look for someone to deal with him.
Any female who would have been forced to have him couldn't help but make you feel bad.
You felt a soft hand go behind your head, taking it softly and caressing your skull. Fez, oh Fez. Still looking at you with those same eyes. And the same look he always had on for you when you were just kids.
He looked around discreetly, and when he was sure no one was around, he grabbed your hips and stopped you from moving.
You suddenly became shy under his sight and smiled nervously.
“Hi,” you muttered, failing to contain your nervousness and focusing your eyes anywhere else than his face.
Yet, he cradled your face softly. Inciting you to rest your cheeks in his hold, making you feel warm, safe, and delicate.
“My pretty doll face,” he couldn’t believe his eyes, “You were here? All this time? How did I never see you?”
“I keep to myself mostly. When not working or with…Mouse,” you doubt a little at the end. You see his eyes harden at the name.
“What’s he of you?”
You clench your jaw, embarrassed at the situation. At first, you were a little doubtful, but you finally told him, “My brother.”
“No brother should be treating his little sister like that,” his eyes soften at your sight. For him, you seemed fragile due to all the abuse and violence surrounding you, and it was wrong. You had always been full of confidence in yourself. You never seemed scared and always smiled at the world. That was you, he remembered, the little girl that had been the focal source of inspiration all this time.
He wanted you to become her again, your true self. Not what these people wanted and were forcing you to be; scared and oppressed, abused.
“Women should be protected, adored. No matter their job choice or anything,” he murmured against your forehead, leaving his lips pressed, trying to comfort you without being too excessive with his touch.
But you wanted a hug, you caved touch from him. After all these years without any glimpse of gentleness, you had forgotten what it felt to be warm.
Slowly, your arms went around his middle, and he secured you between his arms, eyes closed by both parts. Just two people savoring the moment.
“Why have you not you left,”
“I can’t. I’ve tried so many times,” you felt the tears starting to form.
He strokes your hair and kisses your head crown.
"Whenever you pack your things and leave, one day. Find milk," he sighs. It's a convenience store. Ask for me if I'm not in there. Tell them that I sent you.
“Fezco, you don’t have to,”
“Too bad, I want to,” he smiled at you.
“Fezco,” you said softly.
“I want to, doll face. Okay?”
“Okay,” you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Now this has "Whenever you pack your things and depart, one day. Find milk," he sighs. It's a convenience store. Ask for me if I'm not in there. Tell them that I sent you.
Now this has effortlessly turned into your favorite memory.
Sadly, all good things have to end, and this moment too.
“I have to go, little girl,” he murmured against your hair.
“Just…5 minutes more, please?”
“I wish, but not wanna risk getting someone mad at you,” he said as his arms prepared to let you go, but you snuggled closer into his chest.
“I don’t want to let you go,” you tighten your grip on him.
He laughs softly while exhaling. You are not letting me go, ma." He kisses the crown of your head, saying, "We'll be together again. Where're you working at, pretty girl?"
You press your lips together in a tight line before you let out a sigh, “At the neighborhood’s strip club.”
“Alright, now I know where to find you,”
“We’re not losing contact anymore?”
He exaggerates his hold on you while kissing your crown, saying, "No more, pretty one," which causes you to chuckle. "You won't be free of me, you hear me? I have to give this gorgeous one a lot of visits.
You nod, euphoric by his words. But wasn't enough for him. He wanted to hear you say yes and laugh. For you, let yourself be carefree for a second.
He moves his lips down to your ear and repeats his question with a funny tone, “You hear me, ma? You hear me!?”
“Yes! Yes, I do!” you laugh, looking up at him, just for him to be already staring back at you with his hooded eyes and a cute smile. He kissed your forehead one last time before getting up with you still in his arms and letting you down in the chair gently.
He strokes your face, taking some strands off and tucking them behind your ears. You smiled at him, and he had never stopped doing so. He walked backward for most of the footpath until he closed that door, and you were back.
Aware of your surroundings, feeling the disgust coming back and curling up on the chair, starting to count to 10, trying to control your breaths.
Nights and days went by, and you had to keep up with your life. Your work and your dancing. But you couldn’t help feeling some sort of hope filling you. You felt motivated for a better future. That there might be a future out there after all.
You felt yourself changing and even started dancing in between your dances. It felt unbelievable how powerful a moment can become, no matter how short.
Your shift had ended, and you were putting away your things in your bag when one of the security guys entered the room. You side-eye him, “You want to head? If you do, the price went up.”
“Your brother’s guy is here. They are waiting for you. Outside.” he gruffed, leaving just as he entered.
You froze. The only time this happens is when your payment is due. And you were not due until the end of the week. You walk through the people until going through the back door and waving goodbye to the early morning shift guys.
You kept your head down, walking silently and with an iron grip over your bag. You recognize the man standing out of the vehicle, one of your brother's buddies.
He opens the door without making a sound, giving each other a nod, closing it after you. You stare at him through the tinted glass. The car was empty beside your brother’s presence beside you.
“I’m not due,” you muttered.
“Well, little sissy. You know what happens to people who earn more than they deserve?” He pulls out a blunt and inhales a long puff before filling the car with smoke. You shook your head.
“Their payment goes up,” he releases smoke. Right to your face, making you hold your breath by reflex.
“I don’t have more money, Mouse.” you try to reason, “Between you and my employer, I barely have any more money left.”
He chuckles breathlessly, "Heard your blowie price went up. Who knows? 'Might be the time you start using your pussy. I know a few who would pay big grand for a taste."
“I’m not doing that,” your hand grips the seat.
“Well, I tried. Now pay, or you’ll be working with a bruised eye.”
“I don’t have any money, Mouse.”
“What about tips?”
In my locker, safe from any trash like you.
“Boss keeps them,”
He sits still for a few seconds with the blunt between his lips.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” he grabs a fist of your hair, pulling from it, making you look at the car’s ceiling, hurting your neck by the sudden movement.
You moan in pain, and he grabs you in a chokehold, “Careful there, honey. My buddies here might think you like that and wanna try doing it themselves.”
“You wouldn’t”
He yells out a name and yanks down your strapless top with a questioning, "You sure?" Someone unlocks a door. "Miralas. A que no son bonitas? Tocalas, she likes it." Mouse plays with and massages your boobs while encouraging his buddy to do the same. The hands then shift shortly after. (Look at them. Aren't they lovely? Touch them)
The guy starts by playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting them. Your brother pulls your hair, making you moan in pain again.
“You hear that, bro? Told you she likes it,” he laughs.
You feel the tears forming in your eyes. This had never happened before. You had never felt so vulnerable. Feeling unable to move or even react to any slight movement. Your grip is stuck on the leather seat. And your breathing turned erratic.
You notice the guy taking his finger into his mouth and then back at your nipples, wetting them. Your body shakes in fear and disgust. You pray for everything to stop or for you to just black out and not remember anything.
“They feel nice, bossman.”
His hand moves down, rubbing your genitalia, and says, "Let me tell you what, in a few days, this pussy could be all yours." He licks your neck, "Think of it as a present from me, a sneak peek before it goes on sale, huh? What do you think, little sissy?"
You were going to vomit. You could feel it coming. Your body was sweating cold, the ringing in your ears overpowering his words. You felt as if you were out of your body, being able to see everything happening to your body as if you were a viewer.
It was as if your mind and body had separated from one another. Your insides were shrinking by the feeling of their wandering hands.
Please stop.
Jesus Christ, you are my brother.
Please stop.
Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Help, please, someone.
God, please listen. Please.
The man had taken over your brother's hand, placing it down on you, palming you, tracing your lips with his middle finger.
The tears started to drop. You hadn’t even noticed until they started laughing loudly about it.
“Mouse, that you, my man?”
Your eyes move, looking for the voice owner. Locating a shadow hovering over your brother's side, opening the door.
“Carrot boy! What you doing ‘ere?” Fez looked past him, focusing on you and your position. His heart dropped. Having to see you like that was not pleasant. It took every ounce of his willpower to not take you right there and run away and leave everything behind.
He had to take you out of that situation and fast.
“Sweetcheeks here left me desiring for more, came ‘round looking to test if her sucking skills are good as they say,” he faked a smile. “But with that view. I’ll pay anything for a titty fuck, giving me a hard-on,” he chuckles, grabbing his crotch area
Mouse palms his shoulder laughing. “I like this boy! He just understands,” he looks over at the dude over you, “Take your hands off. She’s about to get real busy.”
Mouse grabs you from the back of your neck and throws you at Fez, who immediately cradles your body, trying to give you safety.
“Take her to my crib when you finish with her, money in hand, carrot boy.”
“Don’t be up waiting for ‘er! Gotta make that money worth it. If you know what I mean,” Mouse nods at his words smiley. And looks for something in his pocket, giving it to him.
“Just give her some if she fights. You know how it is.”
“As long as she’s not a spitter,” he takes the bag from him and waves them goodbye. Waiting for them to be out of sight before he could hug you properly.
“Fuck, fuck. Fuck that motherfucker,” he curses against your hair, kissing it between words, “I’ve got to get you out of there, ma.”
You felt something in you click with those words, making you return from the trance you had entered.
You started crying almost immediately, sobbing -hard- a river flowing down your cheeks. You didn’t even care about being half naked in a parking lot; if Fez could feel you up, you just cared about the warmth that hugged you.
Your hands held on tight to his shirt, taking the fabric in a fist, unable to stay still in that hug. Grabbing him by the shoulders and neck, pulling his cloth. You wanted comfort.
Fezco could feel the tears trespassing his shirt, the buggers coming out onto his shirt. You're sobbing, making him feel tears forming in his own eyes.
He made a promise to himself that night, a vow. He would become your protector and do whatever it took to take you out of there and ensure you never return.
“Just wait a little more, and we’ll be together before you know it,” he kisses your tears, and you nod wanting to believe his words.
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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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platonic headcanons of reader who is fez's sister? (protective fez but like i'm a platonic way ykyk)
—cw’s: she/her pronouns, mentions of killing & shooting someone (briefly) but just overall fluff lmk if i missed anything
fez is naturally kind of laid back
but when it comes to his sister, he will go to hell and back to make sure NO ONE touches her
fez will go all “new years party” on them if anyone dares to make you sad, or worse, hurt you in any physical way
he treats you like rue, only 100000x more 😭
speaking of rue, you & her are very close
so naturally she’s also protective of you
you’re younger than both of them, so that also adds to their protectiveness
OMG AND ASHTRAY
bro will literally kill ANYONE for ANYTHING for you
he loves you sooo much because you grew up with him
you saw him when he was a baby so ash feels like he can act like a kid around you
fez is more of a dad figure at this point
a core memory for you and ash is christmas morning a few years ago
you guys hadn’t really celebrated christmas but fez decided to surprise you guys with gifts
it wasn’t the gifts that really stuck with you guys, it was the memory itself
it was the three of you guys, sitting around a lazily decorated tree with a few gifts with hot cocoa in your hands, and huge smiles on your faces and the echoing laughter of all three of you
fez takes on a paternal role for the both of you
anyways, yeah, fez would take (or fire) a bullet for you<3
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