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#fezco smut
roseloon · 2 years
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EUPHORIA BOY HEADCANNONS:
when they’re drunk and handsy with you :)
a/n: first time writing hc’s… i think it’s pretty good. hope you guys like it <3
FEZCO:
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will literally be all over u
it’s super gradual, and gets more intense the more he drinks.
it’ll start from little innocent touches
brushing his legs against yours, nudging you with his shoulder etc.
BUT the more he drinks and smokes, the more he can’t control his desire for you.
once his last straw snaps, like i said, he’ll be all over you.
pulling into kisses that get more heated, whispering dirty things in your ear, squeezing your hips a bit roughly.
and before he even finished the last of his drink he’s pushing you into the nearest bathroom and fucking you like a starved man.
“F-Fez! Please go a l-little bit slower!” You cry out, toes curling as he lifts your leg up roughly, dick fucking pounding into your cunt.
He just gives you a grunt before going faster. Tears roll down your cheeks as your stomach clenches with need.
He pushes you further against the door as his hips drive up angrily into yours. In this position, you’re wet, tight and so fucking good for him.
“Shut the fuck up Y/N. You been rilin’ me up all night. With that fucking-fucking dress!” The man feels his dick throb as he drive it into you harder.
“Fez!” You whimper, clenching around him.
He knows what it means instantly.
“M’ coming!” You scream, freezing up as your climax hits you like a truck.
You clench around his dick like a vice grip, making Fez fuck you even harder to ride out your orgasm.
“There you baby-fuck, fuckin creamin’ my cock so good. Fuck.” Your boyfriend heaves as he cums, a strong grip on you hips as he fucks into you one last time.
NATE:
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drunk nate would be very very handsy with you.
but, he would wee bit more rough than he usually is.
its not his fault really, he just can’t be as gentle as he usually is when he’s drunk.
after his third shot of tequila he’s grabbing your ass hard as he buries his face into your neck.
the loud music of the house party vibrates throughout his entire body, and he feels so good.
and you’re right by his side, giving into his kisses and letting him grip the fat of your exposed thighs.
he’s in heaven.
anybody trying to bother him while he’s with you will absolutely get dealt with.
he’s possessive, so much more fucking possessive with you.
he’ll shower you with affection and compliment to make sure your attention-all your attention is on him.
“y’ beautiful, pretty girl.” he murmurs into your ear. watching as you squirm on his lap.
if you guys are somewhere secluded, he’ll sneak and grab your boobs, hard.
he grips them and it hurts, but combined with the blunt you and the beer you had, the pain is pleasant.
will take you home if he reaches his limit, or maybe even fuck you in his car if he can’t wait that long.
“Fuck! You’re fucking gorgeous baby, fuck!” He groans, eyes set on where his cock disappears inside of you.
Your hands grip his shoulders as you work yourself on him. He’s so big, so thick and is gripping every inch of skin he can get his hands on.
You know you’ll have bruises in the morning, but you don’t care.
Nate’s hand comes down hard on your ass, making you cry out and bury your face into his neck.
“You better pay damn good attention when I’m in you Y/N.” He heaves, slamming you down hard on his cock.
The movements are hard, rough and harsh. But you love it, the pain is enlightening. With every thrust, and every swat on your ass you are pulled even closer to your orgasm.
“F-Fuck!” You cry out when his hand comes to on your ass particularly hard this time.
“Can feel your fucking pussy clenching on me Y/N.” He says in your ear, bringing your hips down harder on his dick.
He feels the slick leaking down his legs and bites down on your shoulder to muffle his high pitched moans.
You let out a strained moan as you come, squirting hard on your boyfriends dick.
“Holy shit!” He exclaims in awe.
MCKAY:
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i feel like mckay just kisses you a lot
he also compliments you, way more than nate
will pull you in for kisses bc he just loves them so much more when he’s drunk and high
your lips are so sweet, so good.
he can’t fucking help himself.
he touches your waist and hips a lot, rubbing his fingers against them very softly
the gesture is more romantic than it is handsy, but you know the difference as soon as you look in his eyes
he loves eye contact, especially if you’re nervous or insecure about that kind of thing.
making you squirm is his goal, he loves it. it makes him feel good.
will be a gentleman and take you to his house after the party
“Mckay, d-deeper.” You whimper, squeezing your boyfriends hands as he moans above you.
You feel the clench of his thighs, and know this is exactly what he need to hear.
“I can take it. I wanna take it ..” You tell him, maintaining eyes contact for a full minute before looking away.
It’s not really easy to do when you’re boyfriend is inside of you, and on top of you. It’s actually very hard.
“Look at me baby,” His voice is soft as he rolls his hips, hands squeezing your bare hips.
You lift your eyes up to his and he presses a soft kiss to your lips. It sweet and sensual, like all the affection your boyfriend gives you.
“You’re so beautiful. I love you,” His eyes are full of love and adoration, heart swelling as you stare right back at him.
Mckay pushes the rest of his cock into you, loving the way you whine out as spread your legs, ready to accommodate him.
Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel your orgasm approaching. Mckay smiles at you reaction, digging your nails into his palms.
“Thought you could take it baby.” He teases with a smile.
You clench your abdomen as hard as you can, feeling his hips roll slowly again.
“I-I can!” You moan out.
ETHAN:
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will be stuck to you, he doesn’t have very good experience with girlfriends so being close to you at all times is very important to him.
he will get you a drink, maybe even give you a peck on the cheek
but after two beers, he’s holding your waist and fucking begging you to let him take you to the bathroom
sub boi!
if you do decide to take him to the bathroom with you, he will be ripping those panties off in a millisecond
going down on you like he never had you before
gets pussydrunk so fucking easily
two minutes in, and he’s pulling his cock out, rutting into nothing but air as he grips your thighs and smushes his lips on your pussy.
eyes rolling to the back of his head in ecstasy when you squirt on him cus it’s his fav feeling in the world
will not stop until you remove him just bc he gets so into it
once you do he’ll apologize … and then beg to eat your pussy again
Your back arches as Ethan sucks on your clit, letting it go with a small pop!
“Fuck Ethan .. fuck!” You sigh, head falling against the nearby wall as he ravaged your pussy, he’s been at it for ten minutes and you’ve come a total of four times.
He stares up at you as he devours your pussy, doe eyes all glazed over. He loves everything about you,
loves your moans.
loves your thighs.
loves your warm skin.
and he especially loves your gushing pussy.
“E-Ethan! I want you to come too!” You whimper as he pushes a finger through your wet folds. His finger prod into your cunt as you squirm as another finger rubs your clit.
“M’ coming, m’ coming, m’ coming!” You scream, hips bucking up as you squirt all over your boyfriends face.
Ethan doesn’t pull away, instead he presses his face deeper into your pussy, pushed his fingers deeper into your cunt as you shake from the overstimulation.
“Ethan please,” You whimper, trying to push his head away.
He doesn’t let you, and instead spread your thighs wide as he licks up every drop of your cum.
You cover your mouth as small whimpers spill from it, tears welling in your eyes as another orgasm builds in your abdomen.
ELLIOT:
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okay, y’all already know that at a party, this dude .. he turns up
but if you are anywhere near him, he’s on you.
his hands are on your hips, his fingers squeeze your waist, and he kisses your neck every now and then
definitely loves to whisper things in your ear to get you riled up
it’ll go from “you’re driving me crazy,” to things like, “i want to fuck you already”
touches your arm a lot to tease you.
sometimes, if he’s feeling cheeky he’ll press his hard dick right onto your ass as a sign that he’s feeling horny and wants you right then and there.
will not care at all about his surroundings. if you are in his line of sight, and he can reach out and touch you … that’s exactly what he’s gonna do
suuuper clingy
whines a lot
will steal a kiss from you every so often, but after two blunts and a shot of vodka, he’s too fucking gone to care about everyone else
grabbing your hips and making out with you
gets super nasty with it, tongue n all
takes you to his house to smoke another blunt before he fucks you nice and slow
“M’ not goin any faster baby. Y’ just gonna have to take it nice and slow.” He speaks into your ear.
He’s drawing it out.
He knows you won’t be able to hang on for very long, and he relishes in that.
“Fuck.” You moan, eyes closing as his fingers draw circles on your clit. He sucks on your neck, creating a small bruise on the bare of your skin.
“So good!” You cry out, feeling his hands on your legs now, pushing them up as high as allowed before pistoning his hips.
You scream at the sudden change of pace, digging your fingers into his back as he fucks you mercilessly.
It’s a wonder how he even can muster this much energy to fuck you like this.
“Y’ gonna come soon Y/N?” He asks, cock pounding against your cervix now as you cry out with each thrust.
You’re a mess under him. And it doesn’t help that you’re just as fucking high as he was.
But that made it so much better.
“Yes! I’m coming!” You shriek, creaming all over his dick.
Your legs spasm as he fucks you slower, eyes clenching shut tightly as he cums, hard.
“Fuck.. fucking ..” His words are weak, strained even and you smile as you watch your boyfriend catch his breath.
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thequeendesi · 1 year
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Stupid
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Title: Stupid
Alt Title: Watch Your Mouth
Warning; sex, p in v, agressive, dominance, grabbing, cussing, porn w a plot
Disclaimer: I don’t own you, or the euphoria franchise however I own the writing
Rating: MA
Word Count: 1309
“You’re fucking ridiculous.” You scoffed as you dropped your phone on the table. “I’m always fuckin’ ridiculous. It’s always me.”
“Because it is you!” You shouted at Fez, walking behind him as he walked into the kitchen of the apartment you, his brother and he shared. “You’re doing a fucking deal at a damn high school party!” You pinched your nose, leaning against the door frame. “Fezco, we'll go to big people's jail!”
“I can fuckin’ handle myself! I don’t need your loud ass shoutin’ at me for shit for no damn reason.” Fez returned your previous scoff, opening the fridge to grab a Budweiser. “No damn reason? No damn reason?” You asked him, voice raising the second time you asked. Fezco took a deep breath and closed the fridge, taking a swig of the beer as he leaned against the fridge.
“I’m tryna keep your ass out of jail! And you’re too damn stupid to get your head out of your ass.” You pointed at him. “Don’t call me stupid.” He said shortly, a warning. Maybe stupid wasn’t the right word, you knew Fezco was aware of his risks and what he was doing. But you also were aware of the fact that if he goes to jail, everything is fucked.
“Don’t fucking act stupid.” You shot back, arms falling to your sides.
His jaw tightened as he nodded. His head leaned back as he continued to down his drink in four sips. He placed his now empty glass on the counter as he walked over to you.
His hand grabbed your jaw. Index, middle and ring on your cheek, palm covering your mouth as his pinky rested under your chin and your thumb on your other cheek. His grip was firm, but didn’t necessarily hurt.
“Watch your mouth babygirl.“ He said, beer on his breath. “I ain’t got any problems usin’ your mouth for what it’s best.” Your eyebrows raised as your eyes widened.
Your breath was caught in your throat. He wasn’t covering your nose, you could breathe just fine. But this sudden dominance from Fez was unexpected.
He has been dominant in bed before, but as the longer you two date, the more vanilla he’d become. Sex was good, but ever since you two began living together rather than ‘getting it when you can’, the sexual fire seemed to just dull.
You pulled your head back from his grip, which wasn’t hard at all. “Make me.”
Fez closed his eyes and leaned his head back, a short laugh escaped his lips. “Such a damn brat.” He shook his head, looking down at you.
His fingers moved to the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as you lowered to your knees by his force.
You looked up at him as he used his free hand to undo his jeans, slipping them down to the middle of his thighs, he freed his member from his black jeans. You looked at it as he gripped it in his hand, a little over seven and a half inches with a girth that still had the ability to hurt if you two go without for a while. Precum leaked from the head of Fez’s dick.
“Open that pretty little mouth babygirl.” He ordered, his fingers moving from your hair to your chin. Your mouth opened as you stuck your tongue out.
“That’s a good girl.” He whispered, tapping his cock on your tongue. “Such a good girl.” He moved his hand once more, to the top of the back of your head.
Your hand grabbed the base of his cock as your lips wrapped around his head. Your eyes closed as you bobbed your head, moving your hand to cover what your mouth can’t.
“Just like that, pretty girl.” His praises slipped from his lips as you continued to bob your head, his fingers gripping your hair, using his hand to make a makeshift hair tie. “Fuck.” He sighed.
You focused the attention on the tip of his cock, tightening your hand grip a little and pumping your hand a little more.
You sucked, your eyes looking up at him managing to catch his head back. He swallowed hard as he pulled your hair, your lips making a popping noise you let go of his cock.
“Wha-“
“Don’t fuckin’ speak.” He said, letting go of your hair as he pulled you up by your arm pits. He moved you to the counter of the kitchen.
His hands grabbed your shoulders as he turned you around, bending you over as your tummy rested on the counter.
You moved your arms to prop your self up on the counter, crossing over each other as he left go of your shoulders. You looked over your shoulders.
His hands traced your sides as he made his way down the the hem of your skirt, a tight black skirt that normally drives him crazy, and tonight wasn’t an exception.
His fingers hooked under it as he pulled it up. “You’re so damn soaked.” He noted, you knew he was talking ab the fact that your wetness seeped through your pink thong and it definitely made a print.
His index finger hooked the thong at your pussy and pulled it to the side.
“Your pussy is just crying for this dick, ain’t it baby?” He asked you, his hand gripped his cock as he rubbed it through your folds, coating the tip with your dripping juices.
“You can speak.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He asked, pushing the head into you slightly.
“Yes sir.”
“Such a good girl.” He whispered to you, lips on your ear as his hands grip your waist as his cock sinks deeper into your right cunt.
Your breath catches in your throat as you dropped your head to rest on your arms. “Shit…” you muttered, feeling yourself clench down on his cock. “You’re gonna break it, ma. Relax.” He says into your ear, his hips pressed against yours as he fills you. “You’re taking your dick so good.” He kissed your neck.
You breathed out the moan you were holding. He pulled away from your neck as he stood right, his hips pulling away from yours slowly as he pulled nearly all the way out.
He pushed back into you, then pulled away slowly once more. His hand moved to the middle of your back as he pushed down a little, forcing a little bit of an arch as his pace began to quicken, moans coming from the both of you.
“Fuck baby…” you whimpered out, picking your head up from your arms, eyes clenched closed as he began to fuck you mercilessly.
You gripped your arms as you felt him torture your g-spot. Your body jerking a little every time he pushes it.
“Right there?” He asked you. You nodded, moans becoming the only thing you can do.
“Ma, I’m not gon’ last to much longer…” He said, hips snapping against yours, the sound of your squelching pussy, his balls smacking your clit, and the moans from the both of you being the only noises to be heard.
“Fuck baby… I’m about to cum…” you moaned out. “Cum all over your cock, ma.” He ordered, and as if a band snapped, you came hard on his cock.
A loud, strangled moan-type sob escaped you as his hips slapped against yours. “That’s right, such a good girl.” He groaned, his cum painting your insides. “Fuck..” he whispered to himself as he rode out the two of your own highs.
Your breathing shook as you laid your head back down and his head rested between your shoulder blades.
He pulled out of you and fixed your thong. “Ready to shower?” He asked, picking you up over his shoulder.
You laughed a little and went limp in his arms. “Yes. Definitely.”
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marleyybluu · 9 months
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Wherever
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
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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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thickhoneybun · 1 year
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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
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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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littlemelaninfics · 1 year
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WE NEEEDDDDD ROUGH FEZCO!
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I feel like Fez isn't super affectionate in public
Sure he'll kiss your temple and sqeeze your hip, but that's about it
Until...
Let's just say that you fucked up without realizing you fucked up
A guy at a party got a little too flirtatious and after being warned once, he had to lay the guy out
With his warning came yours so when he gave you the look above, you knew to follow
You would apologize and try to make your case the whole way home, but he was slient until he just told you to shut the fuck up
And you did just that
Once in the privacy of your own home, however, all hell would break loose
Fezco. Tagged. That. Ass
He's not into belts, he likes the intimacy of hand to skin contact and the shape of them would be all over your backside
At this point you're begging for forgiveness and you think he's granted you mercy when he lets you off his lap, but no
"On the bed."
"Daddy, please. I said I was sorry."
He wouldn't have to say anything, just give you a look
I feel like he's into slight humilation, so you're definitely swallowing some of his sweet mouth nectar for even entertaining that other guy
He would bury himself to the hilt inside of you, lurching your body forward and you would cry out and immediately
You clench around his thickness as he wasted no time in pounding you into submission
You were his.
You could hear him grunt every time you slammed into you, the weight of his balls slapping against your sensitive bud.
One arm pinned your neck to the mattress and the other had a deathly grip on your hip to ensure he filled you entirely
You could only moan and whimper as your body rocked in tune with his thrusts. Tears of ecstasy and quite honestly fear escaped the corners of your eyes as your mouth hung open
‘’Feel how tight you are around me. Your pussy was made for me,’’ he growled, watching his cock disappear around your tight folds
"This is my fucking pussy."
You helpless and forced to take it allwas something he’d never get tired of seeing. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that you were tighter than the first time he took you.
He stopped thrusting for a second, reveling in the feeling of your walls throbbing around him; matching the hiccups of your moan-y sobs. He could’ve cum right there, but he wanted this to last. You had to learn not everyone is your friend
He was going to get through to you even if he had to fuck you until you passed out
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midnightstar-90 · 8 months
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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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eufezco · 2 years
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i sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheek.
"Keep goin', baby..." Fezco moaned throwing his head back. His hands helping you to bounce on his cock as you grip became tighter in his shoulders to steady yourself. Fez's lips attacked your breasts, licking, sucking, and biting the soft and sensitive skin of your tits. "No marks Fez, fuck..." You were enjoying so much his mouth working there but that was enough. You couldn't show up at your boyfriend's house covered in hickeys. "I want you to be mine." His hands traveled to your ass, using the grip in that part of your body to make your movements deeper. When he moved away his lips from your skin, he couldn't stop himself from being angry at this situation. He wanted to mark your body, watch you walk around his house with no clothes on and hickeys decorating your breasts, your neck, the inside of your thighs... Fez wanted you to sleep at night with him, to kiss you in public, to act like a couple and not just like friends. "You need to break up with that mother fucker..."
Oh not now, you thought. "Why are you mentioning him now, Fez? You want me to think of him while we fuck?" Your hips sensually rolled against his, slowly but intensely and still passionate, knowing those questions would make him go feral. Fezco groaned, his fingers squeezing your ass and his hips raising to meet yours. One of his hands hit your ass cheek making you whimper and move your body faster. "I want to be yours, Fez. You don't know how much I want you to make me yours." He bit his lower lip and came as soon as you pronounced those words. Your forehead resting on his shoulder as your orgasm hit you and your legs shook around him.
"Stay here for the night." Fezco caressed your back as you caught your breath. "You know I can't do that." At that moment your phone buzzed, the name of your boyfriend appearing on the screen. By this time you should be leaving Fezco's and driving to your boyfriend's house. You stood up and picked up your clothes from the floor as you went into the bathroom. Fezco followed you and helped you to put your bra on, then he leaned against the door smiling, he was proud of what he was looking at, he could even consider it his masterpiece. You slipped into your panties when you felt your ass cheek burning. "Ouch-" You frowned and turned around to look at your ass in the mirror. The mark of a big red hand decorating it. So that was the reason Fez was giggling. "You idiot."
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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years
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pls💋
character: fezco
scenario; first time
prompts: good girl, that’s it. spread your legs. eyes on me. i can’t seem to get enough of you. do you know how you make me feel? right there that’s it.
kinks/fetishes: aftercare, cock warming, lingerie, nipple play, praise kink, dirty talk
Yesssssssss. I literally had a dream ab him the other night LMAO.
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“There’s a lot of trust being shared right now, I want you to realize that-“
“I am inside you right now- I gathered the trust thing.” Fez laughs against the crook of my neck, his hands soothing against my thighs and I become accustomed to the feeling of him stretching me, the burn almost a pleasurable feeling the more time that goes by. “Spread your legs.” He helps guide my knees to either side of his hips, allowing him to slip deeper into me as he lets out a groan under his breath. The noise makes the hair on the back neck stick up, my eyes fluttering shut. “Hey, eyes on me.” He laughs, reaching up to tap my cheek.
There’s something about the stillness between the two of us, the feeling of him inside of me, the feeling of his chest moving slowly against mine, the way his lips pepper against my skin as I catch my breath- it’s all so comforting and there’s a part of me that wishes we could just stay like this.
“You can move.” I whisper, gripping onto his biceps as he nods, nose bumping against mine as he whispers against my lips.
“Yeah?” A groan leaves me at the playful edge to his voice, hips moving against his to try to get him going. “I can’t seem’t get enough of you.” He whispers. “Don’t wanna rush it.”
“We’ve got plenty of time to do this again, trust me-“
“Well damn.” He laughs loudly, giving me a stern nod before slowly pulling his hips back, the feeling of him dragging against my walls has me gripping onto him, still settling in. “That’s it, good girl.” He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck as I whimper breathlessly, the air getting sucked from my lungs every time he thrusts in and out.
“Right there, that’s it.” I whisper as he skips an arm under my waist, changing the angle and pulling me impossibly closer to him. He makes busy with the lacy bra covering my chest, pulling it down to latch his lips around my nipple, the feeling making my walls clench around him shamelessly.
“Good fucking girl.” He coos, my head falling back against the pillows. I giggle happily at the feeling of him moaning words of praise aimlessly, the words just tumbling from his lips. “You have no clue how you make me feel. Do you?”
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cloveswifey · 11 months
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MatchMaker
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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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Fezco is daddy
"Will it fit?" I ask fezco staring at his lengeth in awe. "Ill make it fit" he states with a smirk, thrusting into me with no warning. I feel so incredibly full as he moves in and out of me hitting my sweet spot everytime. A mix of our moans bounce off the walls of his room. Fezco reaches to my pussy and starts to rub at my clit sending my body into overdrive. I can feel my orgasm nearing and fezcos degrading words dont help. I cant hold it anymore and I let go, my body shaking as my orgasm hits me like a brick. "Fuck, you feel so good" his words echo in my mind feeling his cock twitch inside me and fill me with his warm cum.
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jeyramarie · 2 years
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could you write about where you're fez gf and the episode where mouse shows up with the fentanyl but it's you instead of rue? love your writting btw!! <3
thank you :) i hope you like this!!
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You were on the couch watching TV when Fez's phone started ringing. He went silent the second he saw it was Mouse. This was the first time you were gonna be present on a deal and it freaked him the fuck out.
"Yo, Ash! Get the money!" Fez shouted down the hall as he walked towards you, who was completely unaware. He took a deep breath and walked around the couch, grabbing the remote to turn off the TV while he sat down on the coffee table.
"Hey, wha- why would you turn it off? I was watching that." You chuckled but quickly frowned when you saw his worried expression.
"Mouse is comin' any minute now. I need you to sit here and stay quiet, okay?" Fez whispered and placed his hand on your knee. You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice in the moment.
"If he asks for your name and shit like that, you answer." He continued and you nodded again.
"Everything goes well, he'll be outta here real quick. I won't let him hurt you, ma." Fezco whispered, cupping your cheek as you looked at him with watery eyes.
You were about to speak when a loud knock came from the front door. Mouse was there. Fez tapped you on the knee before standing up to grab the bag from Ash.
"Go open up." He ordered and opened the bag before placing it on the dinning room table. You stayed fidgeting with your fingers, imagining every scenario possible. 
A manly voice filled the house and heavy footsteps neared the living room. Mouse always expected an empty house which is why he was taken by surprise when he saw you on the couch.  
“So, this your little bitch?” He asked, leaning down behind you. 
“Nah, bruh. That’s my girl.” Fez answered, sitting down across from you. Mouse walked around the couch and kneeled in front of you, extending his hnad for you to shake. 
“Well, hello, there.” He said and pulled your hand towards his lips to kiss it. “My name is Mouse. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 
Fez looked at the whole thing, wanting nothing but to shoot him in the head for touching you. Your eyes drifted to him and remained quiet as Mouse moved to the dining room again. 
“Yo, Custer, toss me that bag.” The man asked before continuing. “All right, check it. I got 100 OP-OC 80s, 500 Xanny bars, 500 20s of Addy..” 
Your eyes widen as you heard the long list of drugs. You looked at Fez in fear as your hands shook on your lap. Just breath he mouthed at you and you nodded. Your head drifted to the side to see Ash standing against the wall, looking at everything unfold. Custer began to mumble numbers as he counted the amount in his head and-
“7,750.” The guys said breaking your stance. You turned back to Fez to see him scutching forward on the couch as he reached into his pocket.  
“Here.” Fez threw a paper bag towards Mouse. 
“Sure you don’t want no Fentanyl?” 
“Nah, man, I’m cool off that shit. There's too many ODs, and I don’t want the heat.” The redhead replied. 
“How about you? You ever tried Fentanyl?” Mouse asked, standing next to you. 
“No.” You whispered.
“No, she’s good, bruh.” Fez tried to interject. Mouse sat next to you and tucked away the hair from your shoulder. 
“Gonna let him talk for you?” He whispered, leaning close to you. 
“I-I don’t know.” You shook your head, looking up at Fez in panic. 
“Don’t look at him. Look at me.” Mouse said sternly causing you to turn to him. “You ever try it?” 
You shook your head as his hand went to you hair once again. 
“Yo, for real, bruh. I don’t want her fucking with that shit.” Fez said with gritted teeth, feeling anger course through him. Mouse ignored the redhead and scutched closer to you, still playing with your hair. 
“You know that feeling when you come so hard that you can’t hear or feel shit?” He asked. “You like that feeling?” 
“Yeah.” You whispered. 
“Well, shit. You gonna love this.” Mouse dug his hand into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a knife while the other held the drug. The tip of the metal scooped up a drop of the Fentanyl and brought it close to your mouth. 
“I-i’m good, actually.” 
"What, you don't trust me?" He asked, getting defensive, making you lean back a bit.
"Yo, for real, man. She's good." Fez spoke, sensing your fear.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch. Ain't nobody talkin' to you." Mouse said harshly, keeping his eyes on you. "Tell your little boyfriend I'm not talking to him right now. Tell him, 'shut the fuck up'."
You lifted your eyes to meet Fez. He was staring with his jaw clenched, watching as the tattooed man got closer to you. Anger burned inside the redhead. All he wanted was to pull you away and shoot Mouse in the head.
"Come on. Don't be scared." He muttered taking the knife closer to your lips. "It's not gonna bite you. Come on. Try it."
Fezco shook his head as you stared at him in fear before looking down at the knife. You looked at the ceiling, silently asking God or whatever was out there to not let you die. So after that, you placed your lips around the tip of the blade, letting the substance fall into your system.
After a little bit, your eyes got droopy and your body got weak, making you fall over to the side. Your breathing was a bit slow and your mind was hazy. Something wasn't right but your senses were not functioning at the moment. You looked at Fez that remained on the couch, watching how his eyes turned from anger to slight worry.
"It hits quick." Mouse said, watching as you fell over before looking over at Fez. "You like the way that feels?"
"Yeah." You mumbled as he took one of your legs to move it on top of his lap.
"You want a couple of patches, girl?"
"Uh... okay."
He smiled devilishly and placed the patch in your inner thigh, making Fez's skin crawl. Mouse sat facing the redhead with a smile before licking his lips.
"It's gonna cost you 300." He said as you groaned, slightly moving. "Come on. Pay up, little sis."
"I only have like... five dollars." You mumbled.
"I said 300." Mouse said once again, never parting his eyes from Fezco as he began to graze his finger up and down your thigh.
"Yo, Mouse. Let me pay for it, man." Fez said, digging his hand into his pocket.
"I thought you was too good for fentanyl. What is it? Everybody's changing their motherfucking minds on me?"
"Yeah." Custer chuckled.
"If she can't afford it, she gonna have to find another way of paying me. Straight up." The dealer said, staring at your body as his hand moved on your thigh. Fez clenched his jaw, digging his free hand in between the couch cushion to make sure the gun was ready to be pulled out.
"Yo, man, just let me pay for it." Fezco said, taking out the money before standing up. "I got the money right here."
He hands Mouse the money, sneaking a look at you to make sure you were still awake and you were. Your vision was blurry but you could hear everything that was going on.
"Dang. Boyfriend must love you." The tattooed man said, counting the money before looking at the redhead again. "It's gonna cost you $600 now, man."
"Damn. You gonna do me like that bruh?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna do you like that. Straight up. Get that shit." He muttered, yanking the money out of Fez's hands.
Fez sat down again, looking at you before turning to Mouse. His mind was completely focused on you so he didn't even hear Mouse talk. He just saw his lips moving as he stood up to leave. The moment the door closed, Fezco rose to his feet and grabbed the drugs, quickly walking towards Ash.
"Go flush that shit down the toilet." He muttered handing it to his brother. "And get the Narcan, just in case."
Just mentioning the Narcan made his skin crawl. Once Ashtray disappeared into the bathroom, Fezco raced to you, immediately kneeling next to the couch. He pushed off the hair from your face and watched as your eyes fluttered opened for a second.
"Fez?" You whispered, lazily raising your hand.
"Yeah, it's me baby." He replied, grabbing your hand. "I'm right here. Imma help you, okay? We just gotta take it slow."
"I'm-I'm sorry... for taking it." You mumbled, moving your head to look at him better. "I shouldn't have done that."
"It's okay, ma. I promise it's okay." He leaned in and pecked your forehead, mentally thanking God that you were awake and breathing. "Let me take care o' you."
And like every day before that, he did.
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astrid-sorensen · 2 years
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His girl ✧ Fezco x reader
AN - Please give me a follow if you like, my page is only fezco fic and i don’t have any plan of stopping soon haha.
✎ Word count - 4,857
✩ Genre - Angst, Fluff
❀ Warnings - drug use, guns, sexual assault
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The dealer pulled up to the apartment complex, driving past the gates and pulled down a small side road, turning the engine off. It was New years and you were excited. Mostly to have a fresh start but also because you looked sexy as fuck and were staying round Fezcos for the first time tonight. Earlier in the night you had noticed his eyes dancing across your bare skin, essentially undressing you with his eyes already. "Aight, me and ash gotta handle some serious business right now you know." He said turning in his seat to you and Rue in the back, before jumping out his drivers seat. "Who the fuck is this bitch?" You heard him ask as he approached Custer, coming out of earshot. They exchanged a few words in the December drizzle as the blonde was ordered over to the car. As she approached you got out, hopping into the passengers side to give everyone some more room. The freckled man came over to your side of the window and leant in.
"Ten, twenty minutes tops. Y'all just please stay in the car. no fucking funny buisness." He glanced your direction a coy smile on his lips. "cmon let's go." he said motioning to Ash who was already waiting by the car.
"Pease don't be long." you pleaded and he brushed your check with his hand for a very brief second that no one else saw.
"Promise." he said sweetly, soon turning round to enter the apartment.
"Hi i'm faye." The pale girl introduced herself, her voice coming out in a low pitch whine.
"Yo I'm Rue." She replied back, friendly. Then introduced you for you. You didn't join the conversation, watching in the wing mirror as you saw the male walk off, ash in tow behind him. You tapped the glass on the window, watching the raindrops dance on the pane the other side. "So uh how's your New Years going?" You heard Rue speak up out of seemingly nowhere.
"It's fucking New Years?" The blonde asked, shocked.
"i believe so." Rue responded, a lightness to her voice.
"I swear my boyfriend doesn't tell me anything." She complained, playing with something in her sock. You felt a twang of sorrow for the girl. Before long you heard the tap on an old mint tin against her acrylic nails.
"Uh I don't think you should be doing that." Rue blurted, uncomfortable. Rue mumbled out your name and you instantly knew she needed help. You whipped your head round to see her flicking a needle with her nails, watching it spout as the air bubbles came out.
"Oh my god." you said astounded. Rue immediately stiffened up and clung to you the back of your seat trying to get as physically far away as possible.
"Shut the fuck up you junkie bitch, you probably eat that gingers ass for oxys, or whatever the fuck your into." You felt your temperature rise and fists clench.
"Don't fucking talk about him like that!" You said going to grab the needle she was beginning to stick into her upper leg to throw out the window. In all the commotion you all failed to notice the figures coming towards the vehicle. In synchronicity you let out a piercing screech as you saw Faye, yanked backwards through the car window. Rue looked over to her with the same amount of fear but before you could process what was happening it happened to you too. The large hands dragged you to the neighbouring apartment, arms strapped to your body so the only thing you could move were your feeble legs. You battled and battled trying to trying to push him off but it was no use. You sandbagged, like a dropped weight in the ocean but it was no match to the mans muscle and he still managed to carry you to the stairway door. He pulled you inside, the cold concrete floors and walls felt clinical but there was nothing clean about that place. Mysterious marks and spills littered the area and you cringed at the thought. You were then tugged through the fire door, your terrified legs struggling to keep up with the mans purposeful strides. 'Please god let me be safe.' You wished as he unlocked the door and kicked you to the floor. Your hands whipped in front of you to brace the fall but it was no use, you had already come crashing onto the tiles, your head making a hard appearance. You moved quickly to sit up, taking in your surroundings as you noticed a familiar pair of sneakers in front of you. Your eyes darted up to see him, eyes soft but jaw clenched. He was angry. He let a hand fall towards you and once you had come round from your injury, you lifted a meek hand to grab it, letting him tug you up and quickly behind his large mass. Protecting you. You hurriedly brought your hands to his jumper clad arm and held onto it closely, nails digging ever so slightly from your anxiousness. You waited nervously, Fez shifted his weight to each foot as he on-looked the whole scene. The gangster then moved toward the stereo, lifting a large tattooed hand so simply press one button. Music quickly flooded your ear drums. Then you noticed Rue off to one side, eyes sunken and pale. She was fucked up but you could tell this whole ordeal was snapping her into reality, a small singular sweat drop ran down her creased forehead. "Right everybody, time to get naked. Cmon let's go." The thug uttered, walking back and forth throughout the kitchen. His glock was pointed to the floor but soon it was raised and looking each one of us between the eyes. Scanning us over. I winced at the thought.
"Obviously we're not wearing a fucking wire, you paranoid-" before Faye could finish, her head was slammed into the thin wall behind, instantly leaving a hole in the plasterboard. She sunk to the floor, defeated, her hair sloppily surrounding her face as she winced in pain. Your knees began to tremble.
"Hey!" Custer began before the same happened to him, smashing his head into the back
of the wall right where Ash had hit him before. Custer hastily began to remove his shoes. Fezco turned to his left to look down at you, your eyes merged together and you looked back, scared stiff as you gripped onto his navy blue knitted jumper tighter. He rested his hand flat to your thigh, to somehow offer some comfort but also to be able to push you behind him fully if anything were to happen. His eyes then swung back up to look straight. Custer swiftly started peeling his clothes off, first his t shirt and then his hands ran to unbuckle his belt. You looked down to the young boy next to you, he started with his hoodie before he was interrupted.
"Not you, no one wants to see a fucking 12 year old undress." You felt the ginger move from where you were behind him. "Put him in the closet." Ash began to put up a fight as he was dragged away, Fezco moving to interject.
"Woah hol' up-" He said angrily.
"Shut it!" The shouted as all the men rapidly lifted their guns to him, one aimed straight at your forehead. He took a deep breath then the ginger moved back the guns lowering as he went to pull his jumper and shirt off in one swift motion, dropping them to the floor. Your arms fell off his bicep as he did so, but quickly rejoined once he was done. You sent Rue a worried look who just looked back at you defensive, neither of you beginning to strip. The man continued dancing through the kitchen, like some old dude you'd see at a deadbeat bar. His weapon flailing around like it couldn't blow your brains apart. The freckled mans fingers moved down to his belt, unbuckling the brown leather accessory before he did his button and eventually his fly. He shuffled the denim at his hips a few times before they went to the floor and he stepped out the leg holes.
Then felt the circular barrel of the gun pressed to your temple.
"Hurry up you fucking slut! Get them off!" He exclaimed. Your lip trembled as your heart began palpitating, you were worried you might faint then and there if it wasn't for all the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
"Bruh, she's not part of this. Leave my girl out of it." You heart raced at those two words, my girl.
"Your girl? She looks like a fucking prossy to me." He laughed, his accent sounding twisted. "If you don't strip here, we're take her to the fucking back room, got it?" A shiver went down your spine at the thought.
Your bottom lip quivered and once again you lifted your eyes up to merge with Fezco's. His lips were slightly parted and there was a slight crease on his forehead. A shaky sigh left your mouth and he turned to fully face you. "Pretend it's just me, okay?" He whispered carefully in your ear as you buried into his warm neck, his large hands moving to the sides of your top to lift it up carefully. You nodded into him, shaky sighs leaving you lips as the tears began to fall, dripping onto his exposed chest. He soon succeeded letting the top fall before running his hands up your back to your bra strap. You closed your eyes tightly as his hands played with the clasp before it shot open and he slid it off your arms to the floor. Your hands were already at your chest, covering your vulnerable body as he moved down and unbuttoned your jeans. But before he could help them off, a strong hand seized you by the arm. You were torn from Fez's grasp and thrown into the room opposite, your hip slamming into the oak wood table as the gunman with long scraggly hair watched. "Taking too fucking long!" The leader screamed, stepping over to join where you had just been thrown.
"Yo yo yo!" The ginger interjected, before being met with a caliber stuffed under his tense jaw. He tried swallowing the lump in his throat but the gun was in the way.
"Get yo ass back down or I will fold yo shit!" You heard a man shout, pushing the gun harder into Fez's skin. "I will fold yo shit!" Fez swallowed his words, stepping back as his eyes followed onto you. You stood there clutching your chest with both hands and eyes closed before they shot open with a harsh slap the the face. You winced in pain. Tears now falling at a rapid speed. He jolted your body to turn over before forcing you down onto the table your ass now in the air. You feared the worst but lacked the ability to fend him off. He pulled down your jeans in one clean motion as you were defenceless to the whole apartment. Your red lace thong was displayed to the room, the one you chose for only Fez to see as you knew he loves red on you, but now you wished you had worn anything else. Tormented bellows leaked from your mouth that you tried to stifle, laying there, too ashamed to move as you prayed Fez didn't see the whole scene. He did.
"There, that wasn't so hard was it!" The thug squawked before landing a hard strike to your ass cheek. Your body froze at the movement as the sting rung though the layers of your skin to the muscle below. He walked back to the kitchen and it took a second or two to collect yourself, before dashing one hand down to pull your jeans up, whilst the other somewhat tried to cover your breasts. Once the jeans were up most the way you paced over to Fezco, standing in his white boxers with pain and guilt cursing his features. He pulled you tightly into him, covering your exposed body from the world as he swayed you gently back and forth to somehow soothe the suffering.
"It's over now." He whispered into your ear before placing a kiss at your hairline and going to pull your top over you again. You didn't bother with the bra, you couldn't stand one more second in that place, let alone naked to them. "let's do business." The dealer said as he shot you a caring look, walking into the living room in still just his boxers. Rue had now returned, her hair soaked and clothes wet too. You wondered what had happened to make her that way. Fezco spoke in the other room as you and Rue sat on the counter.
"Are they addicts?" The long haired lady asked, lounging in her recliner.
"They might fuck around but nah." He said, as slow as ever. You continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"So you trust them?" She countered.
"With my life." He replied, arms hung over his bare knees.
"Is the short one your girlfriend?"
"Yeah. nah. She's like my family." He said monotone as your eyes drifted over to join his. his head turned your direction. They met for a moment before you turned quickly away. Your cheeks heated up, upset with his choice of words. Why would he call you that? He's just called you his girl for gods sake. They continued on their conversation before you saw laurie get up.
"Sorry about all the hubbub guys, just being careful." she said monotone, no emotion behind her voice so you couldn't even tell if she was being genuine. She strode past you carrying a large suitcase before dropping it onto the table you had earlier been stripped on. Fezco kept up behind her, watching the ordeal whilst he was handed a stack off cash from the backpack Ash was holding. She unzipped the whole thing, the zipper cutting through the silent apartment like a knife as you realised the stereo had been turned down so far it was practically off. Must've been to lost in your own thoughts. He threw the cash over to the lady before resting his large bicep against the archway. She promptly zipped up the case as Ash moved over to carry it to the floor. Rue hopped off the counter, turning to egg you on to do the same, and you did. The ginger walked over to the floor, pulling on his trousers and doing up the belt. He turned to face you, his jumper and t shirt still in hand.
"Time to go." He stated, unravelling his clothes so he could put them on again, away from the new years icy breeze. Ash began hauling the suitcase down out the door as you chased after him, excited fo finally leave the apartment. Fezco exchanged a few more words before following behind with Rue. Your skin stung at the breeze, a complete polar opposite to the steamy apartment, or maybe it was just your heart rate that made the place feel so hot. Fezco was behind you in seconds, a gentle hand grazed across the small of your back, you flinched at the touch. He quickly removed it.
"Please don't touch me." You whispered sorrowful as you tapped down the stairs before out the door and nearing the car, Ash tossing the suitcase in the trunk. Fez spoke no words but a-
"Ash you're in the back."
"What the fuck? We're supposed to be partners!" He exclaimed angrily.
"Shut the fuck up and get yo ass in the back." Fez said not compromising. Ash groaned annoyed but followed his big brothers actions. Fez was annoyed at Ash's lack of understanding, but knew he had no clue what happened whilst he was locked in the closet, Fez felt grateful for that. Ash would've been too, if he knew what really went on. You didn't really know what was going on, far too fazed out, but Fezco had opened the passenger door and waited patiently for you to sit in. You hesitated before getting in, clutching your body so hard as if it was separate from you now. Fezco started the engine and sped off and soon you were on the highway once again. Your eyes glazed over as you watched out the window. Raindrops splashing sideways at your window from the acceleration. The music played quietly through the speakers.
"That was crazy!" Rue said happily in an excited tone from the backseat.
"Aye, why you acting like that shit was fun Rue. For real you pissin' me off!" He exclaimed. "Acting dumb as fuck right now. Goddamn, all similin' and laughin' and shit. You know half of that shit was your fault, too. Fucking around and shit too." Tears began descending down your cheeks and tapping onto your thighs. Fez glanced over his eyes shutting for a brief second as if when he opened them again this would all have been just a nightmare. Soon Fez pulled up to the party, rue jumped out instinctively.
"C'mon guys, let's go!" She said excitedly leaving the door open and running into the party. Fez glanced at you briefly before turning to Ash.
"Yo we'll come in a sec, don't wait up."
"Okay." he replied, content, then got out next before slamming the door behind this time.
"Do you want to go in?" He asked tentatively, his head cocked to the side as he turned the engine off, keys and phone in his lap. You brushed away your tears taking a deep breath before nodding.
"Yeah, just give me a sec." You answered. You looked up and wiped a hand under your bottom lashes to rid the withered black mascara.
"Take your time, baby." Fez responded, tapping his pockets to make sure he had everything. The word cut like a knife, baby, but you weren't his baby. You were his family, like he said. He leant over you, pulling out a blunt from the glovebox,
popping it behind his ear and then opening the car door, hopping out. He shut the door quietly before coming round the other side. You opened the door as the frame met his hand, he held it open, easing your access out the red vehicle. He latched his hand into yours as you walked into the party, music so loud it must've been heard 3 blocks away. The drug dealer walked you through the crowd, going the least busiest way possible and grabbed you both a drink on the way. He made you a vodka lemonade before grabbing a beer for himself then took you to his usual spot, on the outside furniture and sat down, lifting his leg furthest to you onto the table in front. You joined him, taking a sip from the perfectly made drink and slightly leaning into his presence. He wrapped his hand around your waist stroking it softly, before it brushed up your shirt, his cold rings stinging against your hot skin. You moved away, alerted as he shot you a concerned look. His heart ached at the feeling. 'what if you didn't trust him?' he thought. 'what if you never trusted him again.'
"I'm sorry." You blurted, eyes looking away as you placed your red cup on the table.
"Nuttin' to be sorry bout." He took his blunt from behind his ear, sparking in before putting his lighter away. He offered a couple drags and you accepted, taking the blunt with two fingers and bringing it to your lips, breathing in two tokes before exhaling. You did so a couple more times before handing it back. You stayed there for a while with him, he sold to a couple clients. Couple pills, couples grams and a 3.5 of weed. He was satisfied with that. Maddy came over soon after, gracing you with a hug and a kiss to the cheek. You were dying to spill all your worries onto her, but the business of the party and the fear it would damper her high, stopped you.
"Hey babes, how's the baddest bitch doing tonight." She greeted you, happily.
"Hey sexy, i'm so chill. How are you?" You lied, chewing tour lip to stop your emotional baggage from spilling.
"I'm fucking fuming right now, Nate just walked off to go chat to some bitch. Straight after he was saying how sorry he was." She complained, her hands coming up to point towards the crowd with her long acrylic nails.
"Fuck, babe. That's so not cool." You agreed, your eyes glancing at the people all crammed inside.
"Trust me, i'm gonna fucking kill him when he's done." You nodded in reply before she spoke again. "I gotta go find Cassie, i'll see you in a bit." She smiled, giving you a hug before walking away, strutting in her heels. Why would Nate ever treat a girl so beautiful, so shit. You thought before sitting back down.
"Fez.." You said in a soft voice, turning to face the gingers bright blue eyes. "Can we go now?" You asked meekly, fingers playing together.
"Sure." He said almost happily, giving you a comforting smile as he got up. He adjusted his navy jumper before taking your hand in his again. He took you through the house, leaving your mostly drunken drinks on the table outside as he took you back the direction you had previously come from. He walked past Ash on the way. "Yo bruh, we off, you coming?" He asked not letting his hand fall from yours.
"Nah, imma stay Mickeys tonight. He just got a reload of cali." He smiled, childishly.
"Aight, have fun." Fez nodded, placing one had to the kids shaved head before playfully pushing him away. You smiled at the action, seeing how much it annoyed Ash. Before you got the front door though, you were both interrupted. Your name fell out his mouth in a slimy tone, his footsteps lurking behind you both, like a snake hunting his prey.
"Where's my favourite little slut going?" He asked mockingly, a slur to his voice signalling he was intoxicated. Fez shot daggers to the tall boy as he began stepping closer.
"Watch it." Fez warned. Nate just laughed in return.
"Shut the fuck up Fez." He began. "I know you think you own her tight little pussy, but it was always mine first." He coaxed, continuing. "It was always my name she was moaning first." The words shocked and offended you and you were sure the ginger felt the same. Fez dropped your hand in a heart beat, peeling off his jumper to the floor and snatching a half empty bottle from the side and swinging it across Nate's head. He practically passed out from the impact. It didn't matter either way though as Fez was on top of him in second. Punching his face over and over with such force you were sure Nate skull was caving under the pressure. Your heart was palpitating as you watched the scene play out, the dealer continuing to smash his firsts into the football players face as soon onlookers turned to watch, screaming as the sight of blood pooling over his face was making him almost unrecognisable. Once you noticed he wasn't gonna stop you began to pull on Fez's arm. Yanking on his tense muscles as they continued to mutilate the boy.
"Fez! Fez! Stop!" You shouted, tugging on him to get off. He ignored your first couple of screams before slowing at the second. Jumping to his feet, he spat onto Nates lifeless and bloody body then grasps your fingers and began storming out, jumper in hand. As much as you hated Nate you really hoped he wasn't dead, with all those witnesses there, there was no way Fez would get away with murder, especially since his dad owned the whole town.
"Get in." He almost demanded in a calm tone, opening your door before dashing to the other side to hop in. He started the car promptly, then pulling out of the pebbled driveway. His car sped down the highway, the rain still not faltering as he drove with such aggression. Your words were lodged in your throat, you had so many questions but they just stayed in as you watched his bloodied hands on the wheel. His jaw was tense, eyes straight on the road which you were grateful for as you knew his mind was definitely running rampant. The car ride was completely silent, only the sound of rain shattering on the roof above. Soon you arrived back to his and he put the car in park, turning the keys to turn the engine off. His hands ran to his shaved head as he dropped his neck back to the headrest. "Fuck." He uttered out, a deep sigh leaving his chest as you watched it raise up and down. Remnants of Nates blood still across the t shirt, now starting to oxidise and brown. You watched him, slightly fearfully as the scene replayed in your mind, the look of hostility and malevolence on his face as he carried out the bloodshed. The smell made you sick to your stomach. He moved a freckled hand up to the handle, opening it before moving round to your side. letting the door shut by itself. He opened the door gentlemanly and held it open for you. You stepped into the rain that pattered down as he locked the car, guiding you ever so slightly to his front door. He unlocked the black metal gate, holding it open with his shoulder before opening the second door, walking in first as you followed behind. The door swung close as he began to lock them as you stopped walking, staring off into the abyss, far to deep into your thoughts. Once he was done locking up he walked towards you. "Wacha thinkin' 'bout?" He asked walking into the kitchen to the right and up to the sink. Your head sunk down.
"Nothing." You responded, untruthfully. Fez stripped of his stained t shirt, scrubbing his hands under the kitchen tap. The aid of dish soap to wash away all the fluid. The ginger looked up for his eyes to welder to yours.
"Miss, I don' believe that for a second." He let out in a softer tone, seemingly less angry. You felt yourself slightly ease at the sound. You followed into the kitchen and watched him finish, his eyes watching you a couple moments longer, waiting for an answer before going back to what he was doing. Knowing you weren't going to reply. A soft exhale left your full lips as he finished, going to dry his hands with a spare tea-towel. The back of his hip rested on the counter by the sink as he rubbed the material between his fingers. He was practically completely unscathed, only a small cut on his cheek which you presume was from a glass fragment that spun in the fallout, slashing his skin. He dropped the towel to the side, treading towards you, his chest bare. He lifted a hand steadily to your cheek, you could feel the presence but no contact was made. He was scared to touch you. Your brows were still furrowed together as you chewed your lip prior to leaning into his hold, letting his warm hand caress your icy, flushed cheek. "Tell me." He egged on, not letting anywhere else touch you but his thumb slowly brush your face. His pinky ring met your earlobe where it froze for a second before brushing past. You let out a unsteady breath before talking.
"I'm thinking about what you said at Laurie's, or whatever her name is." You said defeated, eyes glancing down at his freckled covered, hairy chest. His pecks in particular catching your attention.
"What you mean?" He asked, genuinely perplexed.
"You called me your family." You responded, somewhat deflated at the thought.
"Oh baby, that's because I can't have Laurie knowing what you are to me. What you mean. She'll use you to get to me. Like my weak spot." He said softly, his neck angling downward to be eye level with you. His Blue spheres melting into you with compassion and care, through his thick lashes.
"Really?" You inquired in a little voice. Looking back at him, eyes dotting back and forth between his, looking for uncertainty.
"Yes." He nodded, short and sweet before pressing a kiss to your forehead, his body closer than it was before. You took the opportunity to snake a hand under his lifted arm and hold onto his back, ever so slightly tugging him closer. The soft hairy skin hot under your touch. He moved at the embrace, the hand on your face moving to your back as the other tucked your head tightly into his neck. "C'mere." He cooed, as you became undone under his touch. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."
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marleyybluu · 1 year
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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
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"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
if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs help and are very appreciated each time (even tho tumblr wont let me respond to comments for some stupid reason.)
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withlovewriting · 1 year
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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 27: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
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Chapter 27: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
I wish I met you further along, Gave you my older heart, still and strong, But I wouldn't have a fire like I do today, Oh, it burns for you babe, You got nothing on my tendency to be led astray, Oh, it took a blindside hit to show me the right of way.
Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.
Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader
Words: 4,234
Chapter Warnings: Usual warnings for mentions of drug use. Just take this whole chapter as a warning.
Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI
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"I won't be long. Save me a seat, alright?"
Sending Fez a tight lipped smile, you nodded. Putting on his white button up, still warm from when Faye had just finished ironing it, he didn't even think to question why you'd left the flowers and card that you'd just finished signing for Lexi on the side.
Nor did he second guess the backpack on your shoulder, heavy with creased clothes that had been haphazardly thrown in during your hastened rush once he was in the shower.
Your chest felt heavy as his hand caught yours, stopping you before you could pass him, "You sure 'bout this? We can always stay home."
"No... No. It's fine. I'm fine. We should go. For me as much as Lexi."
Swallowing the guilt the scratched at your throat, the acidic taste burning in the cuts it left behind, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, watching as his cobalt blue gaze softened, accepting your unknowing deceit without hesitation. Even after all this time, Fez's trust in you remained steadfast, resolutely unwavering in the belief that you were a good person, despite all of your shortcomings and weaknesses. A faith that not even your parents seemed to have in you.
He left one last kiss on the back of your hand before you made your way toward the door, halting for just a moment as you inhaled deeply.
You would be back. Once you were better. If you ever got better. Because whilst addiction was an illness, it was chronic. It didn't pass like a cold, or the flu. You would feel the temptation lingering for the rest of your life. That much, you'd learned from the abysmal amount of NA meetings you'd attended.
You would never be cured. But you didn't want to flit between addict and recovering addict for the rest of your life. Because for once, that life seemed to have something worth staying around for. And it wasn't just Fez.
Your life as a child had been privileged. Much more so than others, and you had realized that whilst you could understand where your issues stemmed from, you couldn't blame the difficulties of your past and allow them to be your excuse for your future. You wanted to be a better person.
You wanted to be clean. Recovering. You wanted to be you again, even if you had absolutely no idea who that was, anymore.
Feeling a pair of eyes burning into you, your head darted round quickly, meeting the dark coffee colored eyes of Ash. Silently, he watched you with an unrecognizable expression, and for a moment, you panicked, almost positive that he could read your mind.
A mournful smile fell on your lips, watching as his eyes fell to your bag. "I'll be back soon."
His dark eyes remained on you, but you could feel them relax a little, even from the distance across the room, and the boy simply nodded, his intense gaze finally dropping and allowing you to leave.
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Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried fruitlessly to keep your tears at bay, knowing that if you let even one fall, the whole charade would crumble, and you'd end up back under the security of Fezco's bed sheet, relying on a man who simply didn't have the capability or expertise to help her. And why would he? He was a 21 year old, running two family businesses whilst bringing up his brother to the best of his ability. On top of taking care of his grandmother.
You were just another layer of stress that he didn't need. Not right now.
"Ay, you good?" The familiar voice of Custer made you flinch, hazy memories from a night that felt so long ago pushing at the brink of your consciousness and leaving a taste of how good forgetting could be.
"What're you doing here?" You prayed your voice didn't sound as meek as you were sure it did. Whilst you didn't particularly want to be rude to the guy, you also had no intentions of giving him any sort of pass. You didn't like him, and you didn't trust him. Even if Faye did.
"Seeing my girl. Where you off to?"
Furrowing your brows slightly, you watched as his fist clenched before his fingers fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, as if they couldn't stay still for even just a moment.
"Out. To uh... See a friend."
"Cool, cool. Your boy home?"
You wanted to tell him no. Tell him that nobody was home and his journey was a waste of time. But he knew damn well Faye didn't leave the house -- you weren't even certain if he knew she often frequented the store -- and there was at least some excuse for his appearance. So instead, you simply nodded, a forced smile on your lips as he passed, watching as he rounded the corner, out of your sight.
Your phone buzzed, causing you to jump and fumble to retrieve it out of your pocket, your heart settling as you recognized the name.
"You on your way?"
Clearing your throat, you nodded before realizing they couldn't see you, "Uh, yeah. Just left."
"Sure you don't want me to come get you?"
"-No, no. It's fine. I could use the walk to uh... clear my head. I'll see you at the church, though. I won't be long."
The voice sighed, and you knew they were hesitant, as if you would run off into the sunset instead, "Alright. Well, I'll be outside waiting when you get here."
"OK, cool. And Ali?" you heard him hum through the phone, awaiting your next few words, "Thanks. For all of this."
"Yeah, yeah," his warm laugh could be heard down the phone, "see you soon."
You placed your phone back into your pocket and took a long, deep breath in, ignoring the city air and trying to focus on steadying your heart. This would all be worth it.
Two letters had been left next to Lexi's card. 
Sure, Fez might've understood, but you knew his ocean eyes would've stopped you leaving, even if his words would've told you it was OK, maybe even insisted you went. Helped you pack a bag that you didn't have to hide away.
But you would've stayed. In his apartment. In a rut. In and out of an addiction that would inevitably kill you.
So a letter would have to do. It needed to do.
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You passed by the closed store, eyes downcast as you refused to look in, despite knowing Fezco wasn't there, and didn't stop your pace until you were stood outside of a familiar house, the car in the drive way causing your palms to sweat.
All you had to do was drop off the letter. Put it in the post box and fucking run. You knew Rue wouldn't be there. She too, was at Lexi's play. But it wasn't her you were nervous to see.
Swallowing down your nervousness, you crossed the street and opened the old mailbox, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to exit as quickly as you'd arrived. A voice from the front door stopped you in your tracks.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Taking a deep breath, you retrieved the letter, trying your best to not scrunch it up in your hands as you turned to the woman who somehow made you feel even more ashamed than you did every time you caught your own reflection.
"I'm sorry, I was just..." holding out the letter pathetically, you quickly stepped back as she approached you, her speed surprising you as she made it to you within a few strides.
"You need to leave before I call the damn cops."
"I know Rue isn't in, I'm not here to see her. I just wanted to give her-"
"Don't you think you've done enough damage? I don't give a damn what you want. You come within 10 feet of my daughter, and I swear to God-"
"Mom," a voice desperately called from the house, and you recognized Rue's little sister watching you both with a furrowed brow, disquiet evident on her face.
"Gia, baby, get back in the house. I got this."
"Mom, please. Come back inside-"
"I'm sorry. I just-"
"You're sorry? You're sorry? No. I'm the one who's sorry. Sorry that I ever allowed you to stay in my daughter's life once I found out how you knew each other. Once I found out what you are."
Unable to hold eye contact, your eyes settled on your dirty converse, "I'm so sorry, Leslie. I know, I fucked up and-"
"Don't you dare. I don't want your apology. My daughter doesn't want your apology. We just want you to stay the god damn hell away from us."
Leslie turned, storming back into the house, calling after Gia, but the young girl remained, large brown eyes boring into yours, unsure of her next move. Eventually, she peaked over her shoulder before closing the door behind her, her steps much smaller and slower than her mothers.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she intently watched your every move. Every breath.
"She has a chance of getting sober for real," Gia's voice was soft as tears collected along her lash line, "I know that it's not as simple as just... stopping. But... She has a chance, and I'm not gonna let anyone ruin that."
Nodding, you felt your chin wobble. Not for yourself, and not even necessarily for Rue, either. But for the damage her addiction had caused those around her. This was the fallout of her self-destruction. And you had only aided that.
You'd helped crumble the buildings that were crushing everyone who loved Rue.
"I know I have no right to ask you this but uh..." sniffling, you wiped your sleeve under your eyes, almost angry at the small tear that had fallen, "Can you give this to her? You can read it first, if you need to, but I uh... I need her to read it. To know that I'm sorry. For everything."
Gia released a sigh, watching as you held out the crumpled letter, arms still wrapped around herself.
"Rue was an addict long before you came along, and she would've relapsed with, or without you. I know you didn't help, but... You didn't cause it, either. Rue... She's not been good for a long time. Almost as long as I can remember. Ever since our dad..."
"I know. Well, I mean, I don't know, but... I know she's been through a lot. And I know she's a good person, and I don't wanna hinder that anymore."
"I'm sorry for what my Mom said. She's just-"
"No, not it's fine. I get it," you sent her a meek smile, as you nodded. Sometimes people need to get their feelings hurt.
Only once Gia's fingers had gripped the envelope, did you turn and leave, hoping the tears would at least hold off until you got to the end of the road.
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An apology. To the people you'd hurt. That was what Ali had told you. He was going to help you learn how to forgive yourself, but in the mean time, he had told you to learn to seek forgiveness in others. Whether or not they forgave you, whether or not you believed they should forgive you. All you could do was apologize. What they chose to do with that was out of your hands.
So once Fezco was sound asleep -- his body cloaking yours in a warmth that you'd struggled to draw yourself from -- you settled at the kitchen table, a school notebook open as you racked your brain for the right words.
A simple Sorry I fucked up your life didn't seem adequate enough, it barely scraped the surface of your feelings, but the longer your eyes bore into the lined page, the more you were able to sit with your emotions. And once you'd started, the words just didn't seem to stop.
You'd started with Rue. An apology, for doing what all addicts seemed to do and use her to get a fix. Sure, she was using just as much as you, and said she'd had no intentions of remaining sober, but you felt guilt regardless.
Your appearance couldn't of helped. Rue, who was used to using in secret, by herself, now had a friend to play with. One that was just as willing and as reckless as she was. It was a temptation that she couldn't decline. You knew you wouldn't have been able to, either.
You wanted Rue to know that she was a good person, and a good friend, despite her bad habits. But that they didn't have to define her. That she was so much bigger than this. That she deserved to be bigger than this. She just had to keep trying.
You wanted her to know that if some other alternate reality existed where neither of you had faced the challenges that led you down the paths you had taken, and you'd have still managed to find each other, you would've been friends. And even though you couldn't be sure whether that ending would ever happen in this reality, you could only wish your circumstances were different. But if you no longer being involved in Rue's life aided her sobriety, then so be it.
The next letter was addressed to Ash. Not only apologizing for turning his life upside down since your arrival, but for him feeling like he had to protect you. Whether he liked it or not, he was a kid, and he deserved to have the life that was so tragically torn away from his brother.
You asked him, pleaded with him, to remain kind to Fez. And whilst you knew the eldest sibling would need his support, you only hoped Ash would also seek the sanctuary that only his big brother could provide.
You'd never seen the type of loyalty that the brothers held for each other before. Never felt that loyalty, until Ash had shown you the night of Mouse's death. Of course, you never mentioned that in the letter -- you weren't stupid enough to incriminate either of you in regards to the drug dealers death -- but you hoped he knew how appreciative you were of him, despite the inner turmoil that he'd felt the need to protect you in the first place.
Faye's letter was much shorter, but you had to apologize for putting her in the position you had a few weeks earlier. You didn't know how she felt bout it now, but you'd seen her lingering, sorrowful glances as she passed you, your body curled up on the bathroom floor drenched in sweat and soaked in regret.
Fez's letter.
Well... that was much harder.
Buzzing in your pocket, you phone pulled you out of your pity party. Wiping the few tears that had trickled down your cheeks away, you didn't even bother to look at the caller ID.
You weren't too far from the church that held your NA meetings, and you fully expected it to be Ali, ringing once more just to double check if you still wanted him to pick you up from there or not. Especially now it had started to drizzle.
"What?" You sighed, voice trembling a little more than you'd liked. the voice sounded calm enough down the phone, and you felt a little guilty for answering so bluntly.
"Now?" Pulling your phone away from your face to check the time, you still had the best part of an hour before you had to meet Ali, "Yeah. Sure, fine. But I gotta be quick."
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Finally arriving at the apartment building just off Kemper street, the door opened before you even had to knock, the seemingly sweet woman's smile faltering slightly as she took in your appearance, "Oh, you're soaking. Come on in. I'm sure I have some spare clothes somewhere."
"It's fine, really, Laurie. I have extra." You motioned toward the bag on your back, causing her eyebrows to raise slightly,
"You're not going somewhere, are you?"
Watching as she sat down on the couch, you tried to swallow down your discomfort.
"Oh, uh... No. Not really. Just staying with a friend for a while."
"Trouble in paradise?" She smiled before quietly thanking Bruce Jr when he placed some folded up clothes beside her.
"No, nothing like that. Just a uh... change of scenery, I guess. Look, I really do have to get going-"
"You can't walk around in those clothes, you'll catch your death. Change into these, and I'll get yours into the dryer. Bathroom is down the hall."
"I have to meet someone-"
"-It won't take a minute to dry. Then Bruce will drop you wherever you have to go. C'mon. I don't bite."
Knowing that the easiest way to get out of here would be to entertain Laurie's fussing, you allowed her to help you, making your way toward the bathroom and changing, giving her the damp clothes once you were dressed.
"Now, you know back after we first met? When I did you a favor? And I said, one day, I'll need you to return that favor. And when I did, I expected your help, no and, if's or buts?"
Despite the cold chill that the rain had left you with, you suddenly felt a little too warm. Sure, you'd agreed to help Laurie, but you had been in a moment of weakness, willing to agree to almost anything for your next fix.
"I'm, uh... I'm not really doing that anymore."
Sending you a tight-lipped smile, you could sense how forced it was despite being on the other side of the sofa, "Oh, that's not important right now, sweetheart. But I do have an issue that I need your help with."
Licking your lips, you could only nod, hoping that you could just get out a little sooner.
"Good girl," the words felt patronizing, but her tone remained soft, "You see, there's this girl who agreed to take a lot of drugs off my hands, promising I'd get a good turn out. Only problem is, she's a first time dealer and I'm yet to have any repayments."
Wringing your hands in your lap, you could feel them begin to shake, "Oh, I mean... I'm not really useful when it comes to shit like that. I'm not exactly... intimidating."
A mocking smirk settled over the woman's face as her dark slate eyes settled over your face, "Oh, that's not what I'm asking of you. But she needs to learn a lesson, and I'm afraid, you're part of the collateral damage."
Any words you had died on your tongue the moment you felt a thump, barely able to recognize the searing pain as your vision turned black, and you fell into a deep unconsciousness.
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Looking down at his watch, Ali sighed, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
Leaning against his truck now the rain had stopped, he shook his head in annoyance. He knew he should've picked you up.
He'd got here early and had been parked outside since, so he knew he hadn't missed you. Instead, he had a terrible gut feeling that you had changed your mind. He'd been so close to getting through to you. To finally breaking down the walls that you had bloodied and bruised your hands to build, fighting him tooth and nail at every turn as you tried to convince yourself that you didn't need his help.
And then there you were, pushing yourself out of the uncomfortable plastic chair.
At first, he'd assumed the scrape of your chair indicated your leaving, and he had to fight to school his features as you walked passed him, making your way to the front of the small hall, eyes brimming with tears of acceptance, hands wringing in self-doubt and insecurities as you introduced yourself to the group for the first time,
"-and I'm an addict."
He had intended to speak to you after the meeting, but you'd found him first, and after a long chat, he'd agreed to let you stay with him until a room became available at the impatient hospital. He didn't question your current living situation, and the only thing you'd told him was that you weren't sure it was a place you could commit to getting sober. Not right now, at least. Not without help.
So before he left this evening, he'd set up the spare room with fresh sheets and extra pillows, placed a few books around the room, along with a jarred candle.
He could honestly say he was a little surprised by your no-show. Normally someone in your situation would only follow through with receiving help once they asked for it, and he knew from personal experience how low you had to fall before you'd ask for help. He wasn't sure you could fall any deeper without digging yourself a grave.
So when you hadn't shown up an hour and a half later and your phone had repeatedly gone to voicemail, he took one last puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the floor -- his boot stomping on it despite the puddle already putting it out -- before clambering back into his car, a deep sigh leaving him as he pulled away.
All he could do was hope that once you got your shit together, you'd call him, and you could both try again.
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The empty apartment was silent, shattered glass lay on the floor and not one wall was left untarnished, decorated in a flurry of bullet holes, and on the floor, the once white envelopes were splattered in blood, the deep crimson liquid distorting the words that were scribbled across the page.
Fez.
I need you to know, first and foremost, thank you. For everything. But I also need you to know how sorry I am. For everything.
I met you at a time in my life that seemed perfect. You had exactly what I needed. Supply and demand, I guess. But what I didn't realize that it was so much more than that. Not only did you have what I needed, but you were what I needed.
I know it feels like I'm rambling, and I know you're probably confused by this letter, but I need you to know, I'm not going to make it to Lexi's play tonight. But please, go for the both of us. I'm sure it'll be fantastic and please let her know how sorry I am to be missing it.
The night we met, you had shown me a kindness I had never known. You, a total stranger, took care of me when I was nothing less than horrible to you. I'm sorry for my original impression of you. I thought you were an average, run of the mill high school drop-out, who cared little about anything other than himself, hanging out at high school parties because he wasn't worth shit.
Now I know how wrong I was.
You, Fezco O'Neill, are anything but ordinary. And I'm sorry I took so long to allow myself to see that.
The man I know you to be is extraordinary. Supporting Ash, running a business, and taking care of your Grandmother are not small feats, and I'm so sorry that not many people know the real you. The one you allowed me to get to know. The guy who spins me around the room, dancing to the end credits of Stand By Me. The guy who spent far too long curled up with me on the bathroom floor whilst I was at my worst. The guy who did everything in his power to keep me safe, even if that meant going against his own beliefs.
I'm sorry that I took your hand and dragged you down to hell with me. I'm sorry for the cruel person I turned into at my lowest. I'm sorry that I'm not the person you deserve, not right now, at least.
I'm still in East Highland, but I needed to leave. I need support that I shouldn't unfairly rely on you for. I need someone with experience, so they can help teach me ways to cope with being sober, just until a position at a center opens up. It could be weeks, it could be months. But just know I'm safe. And, should things go to plan, and I remain here, I am most definitely sober. Trust me, my sponsor is a total killjoy. Which is exactly what I need, I suppose.
I know this might not work. I know that addiction isn't just a coat that I can take off once I've outgrown it. But I need to try. I deserve to try. For myself, as much as anyone else.
I'm sorry I had to leave this way, and I hate that we both know you'd have supported my decision if I'd told you. But we both know, I wouldn't have been able to leave you, had you known. All you'd of had to do was ask me to stay, and I would've. But I need to do this. I have to make this all count for something. To make myself count for something. Otherwise, what's the point?
When I come back. I'll be better. For you, for Ash. For myself.
I'm sorry. Thank you. I love you.
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Fin...
...Pour le moment
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Hi there.
I just wanted to leave a quick authors note to say thank you so much to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged, commented on, and enjoyed this story. Your support has been incredible and genuinely warms my heart so much.
I’m not going to ramble on because I’m not sure anyone even reads these things, but I hope you all have a wonderful new year and a lovely 2023. Stay safe, stay kind, and I hope that if you decide to stick around, you’ll enjoy the other stories I will be putting out. And if not, then I hope I’ll see you again once Season 3 of Euphoria is out.
So much love. Thank you once again. <3
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Fezco smut x femreader 😋😋 he takes this good girls virginity and asks his grandma for tips on how to treat her well🥰🥰
⚠️ english isn't my first language
"Do I know this girl?" Fezco was so embarrassed, talking about girls with his grandma wasn't in his morning plans but it needed to be done because Fez wanted to do things in the right way with you. "Mmm... Maybe." He looked down, avoiding his grandma's curious gaze as he stirred the cereal in the bowl with milk. "So it's y/n." Of course, she knew it, even before Fezco could say anything else. You were the only girl Fezco has ever brought home. "She's cute. I like that girl." Fezco ate his cereal listening to his grandma talk about you. "And you like her too huh." His cheeks turned red, he was unused to this feeling, even more, to share it with someone. "So what's the deal Fezco?"
"She told me she's never..."
"Oh and you have?" His grandma teased him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She laughed and apologized after watching his grandson's reaction, eyes wide open and red cheeks. He has been with a couple of girls, nothing more than just a one-night thing. The bond he has with you was nonexistent with them. "And what do you wanna know?"
"I just... want her to feel comfortable." Marie couldn't deny she was proud of the man she raised, asking for help instead of acting like he knows everything. "Just listen to her body Fez. Pay attention to how she reacts to your movements and you'll be fine. Communicate with her, worry about if she's liking it or she wants you to stop." He was taking mental notes of everything his grandma was saying, getting a little frustrated about if he would be able to remember it all. Marie's advice weren't explicit which Fez thanked but they were good and useful. Fezco took his bowl and his mug to the kitchen sink as he tried to count how many times his grandma mentioned the words "consent" and "communication".
"Wait y/n, are you sure? We can't stop if-" Your lips crashed against his. You were happy that Fez asked you, that was one of the main reasons why you haven't lost your virginity yet, bad experiences with men led you to be under Fezco's warm body. His hands held your hips in place as he placed himself between your legs. "Is it okay if I take this off?" He played with the waistband of your pants. You nodded, lifting your hips from the bed so he could slide them down your legs. He smirked and licked his lips at the sight of your cute panties covering your pussy, a wet spot glistering on the fabric. His hand traveled down your stomach, the short top you were wearing making it easier for his finger to feel that part of you until he got to your panties. You nodded when Fezco stopped, giving him the permission he was waiting for. His fingers collected your juices and played with your inner labia, teasing you and hearing some desperate whimpers from your lips. He rubbed your throbbing clit, drawing circles while his lips attacked your neck and collarbone. "Feels good?" You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your moans as you nodded. "It feels- It feels so much better than when I do it." Fezco could feel his cock twitching inside his underwear.
While his thumb focused on your clit, his other fingers went down your vulva until they got to your soaking hole. His middle finger sliding in easily. It felt good, his fingers were thick but one wasn't enough to stretch you out. You gasped when he added another one. When you got used to the feeling of his fingers inside you, he started to pump them in and out, carefully to not hurt you but rapidly enough to make you moan and sink your nails into his shoulder. "Fuck Fez, I need you- I need you to fuck me." Your mouth was partially open, letting out all types of whimpers and whines, making your lips and throat go dry. After listening to his good girl asking him to fuck her with such a lustful tone in her voice, the only thing going through his mind was how much he wanted to please you.
"You tell me if it hurts or if you want to stop." Fez said as he opened the condom. It was hard to tell who was more nervous of you two. He topped you, his dick slapping against your pussy. You grabbed the back of his head and kissed his lips. He took advantage of your movement to push the head of his dick inside you. Fez waited for your reaction and then pushed his whole length in, looking for any kind of discomfort in your face before moving. "Move, Fez, please." Fezco was focused on how your tight cunt was squeezing his dick until your words brought him out of the trance. His hips rocked back and forth, deep sounds coming out of his mouth right from his chest. Your moans where making Fez go faster. He pushed your legs up, hooking your ankles over his shoulders seeking even more friction, the tip of his cock brushing against that sweet spot deep inside of you and your nails still clawing up his back.
Maddy warned you that most of the girls don't cum during their first time but you started questioning your best friend's words when you felt how a tight knot was forming in the lower part of your stomach and your pussy spasmed around Fez's cock. "That's it... Cum for me, pretty girl." When he felt you were about to come, he started working on your clit again. Your orgasm hit you, a heatwave expanding down your spine and Fezco's forehead falling against yours as he came too.
His aftercare was just perfect, Fez got you a glass of water and went with you to the bathroom so you could pee. He threw the condom in the trash and then laid with you in your bed. He asked you if you liked it, if you were feeling okay, if you needed something, if you'd like to sleep now or do something else... It was cute how much he cared. You didn't want to do anything else but hug him and think about how lucky you were.
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