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marleyybluu · 10 months

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Fezco x f!reader

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut, no plot just a quick fuck, semi-public sex (staircase sex but nobody actually walks in on them), unprotected p in v, issa quickie, drunk sex, bigdick!Fez lmao I feel like he at least got girth to him yk?, the word cock was used once whoops sorry

(gif not mine. but just look at how yummy he is here. mhmmm)

The two had gone out for their anniversary. Their friends threw them a little surprise dinner at the restaurant they went to on their first date. They'd knocked out four years of marriage and were happy to celebrate the rest of the years to come. It was a fun little gathering of their loved ones surrounding them and reminiscing on old times, how shy they were when they first met and how cute it was to see how quickly they fell for each other.

It was a great night with great food and a few drinks. Maybe more than a few. They didn't drink much they mostly smoked but for tonight's occasion, they switched over. Both were pretty lightweight and found themselves stumbling and giggling with each other, though it made great entertainment for their friends and family.

The party ran late and a few left to return to their own homes but not without congratulating the two on their four years together. By 2 AM it was just Fez, his girl and their two friends Rue and Jules and all four called it a night. Rue and Jules offered to drive the couple back to their apartment considering they were sober enough to drive back. They accepted and sat in the backseat of the car, her head resting on his shoulder as her mind swayed. She was so gone she felt like was in a spaceship zooming through the stars and the planets.

She loved the ride home after a drunken night, it was so quiet and calming especially with the window down. Fez's head tipped back against the headrest, whispering to himself that he'd never drink again. His hand rubbed small circles on his girl's lower back, his fingers following the curve of her behind when he dropped his hand further he gently squeezed and smiled lazily. He was so lucky to have her.

After what felt like a short ride they were finally in front of the apartment building. "Sure you guys don't want us to come with you?"

Fez scoffed. "Nah, we're good, text us when you get home." The girls wanted to protest about his slurred sentence and wobbly stance but bit their tongues, they'd at least wait until they got inside the building. They said their goodbyes and waited for them to tap their keycard to get past the second door which they successfully did. Fez and his girl stumbled over to the elevator, pressing the button to go up numerous times but none of the doors would open. Fez squinted once he noticed a piece of paper on the silver door.

Out of Order.

Well, that was just great. "We gotta take the stairs, baby." He giggled. She groaned and trudged to the door leading to the staircase, silently thankful they lived on the fifth floor but it was still a lot of stairs and she was wearing heels. She held onto the railing for balance and walked up the first step with Fez not too far behind.

They climbed up as fast as they could to the second floor, she stopped and rolled her eyes, this was not an ideal situation to be intoxicated. Fez, however, seemed to be entertained. Her dress was riding up with every step, no matter how many times she pulled it down it slid back up and at some point almost bunched around her hips, exposing her supple skin under the material. He wanted to bite her, he was quickly growing hard in his pants, temptation in front of him and he was ready to give in.

He reached out, fingers gently brushing her skin. She turned around and smiled. "Can I help you?"

"You have no idea." He replied lustfully glaring at her through low-drunken eyelids, his eyes no longer blue due to his dilated pupils. Her eyes widened at him and she turned facing forward to hide her blush. It did make her put an extra sway in her hips.

Third floor.

Two more flights of stairs and they'd be home, and he'd have her all to himself, naked and whimpering... moaning... crying for him. "Let's take a break."

She stopped on the platform where the entry to the third floor was. "Tired already?" She joked, she needed a bit of a break herself because these heels were killing her. She rested herself bent over the rail, the bottom of her dress rising once again, her little black panties on display for him.

She could feel his attentive gaze on her. She pushed back for him, he walked closer to her his calloused hands reaching out for her smooth and soft skin, his fingers coming in contact with her hip squeezing them hard enough to leave little prints. She hissed looking back at him. "Come on, just a little quick one." She whimpered saying aloud what they were both thinking. He smirked dragging his finger along the line of her panty following the trail down to her wet heat.

He looked up at her through his bushy, but well-trimmed eyebrows. Keeping contact while he moved the material to the side. She swallowed a moan feeling the cool air hitting her clit causing her to clench around nothing. "Always so fucking pretty," He muttered taking his thumb and guiding it between her folds collecting her slick. "And wet, for me."

"Fez..." Her voice warned. "I don't care if anyone sees us." He admitted with a shrug. She pushed back against him once more feeling the tip of his thumb tease her hole, he angled his thumb and gently thrust it inside her. She softly gasped moving her hair to the side to get a good look at him, so focused on her pretty pussy leaking out for him and he'd barely done anything.

He used his free hand to undo his belt, the thud of everything falling onto the floor echoed off the empty walls. She moaned at the sight, how hard he was, so stiff the tip of his dick had gone from pink to almost red-- sticky with his own arousal. Her mouth watered, tongue begging to be wrapped around him but they'd get to that once they got home. He removed his thumb sticking it in his mouth for a little taste of her, he hummed in satisfaction. She whined internally begging him to hurry up, he delivered a harsh slap to her ass which earned a squeal from her desperate lips.

"You keep doing that imma put it away."

"Sorry." She mumbled tugging on her bottom lip. He chuckled at how quickly she retreated, he positioned himself at her entrance, running his aching tip through her juicy folds, he finally found his way inside-- slowly sliding into her warm and welcoming cunt. She placed her hand over her mouth to squash the upcoming erotic sounds she wanted to make, he stretched her out completely, his faint veins coinciding with her soft walls. Fuck.

Fez pushed the dress up further so it was resting in the middle of her back, he looked down at the tattoo she had recently got done and groaned, one of his favourite things to look at was the artwork displayed on her beautiful body. He could feel her clenching around him already, she always came a lot quicker when she was out of her mind. He buried himself deep inside her earning an audible moan.

He pulled out and pressed back in. "Ooohh, fuck!" She broke. "That's it. Let everyone hear you, ma." He held on to her hips giving her some deep strokes, she gripped the railing looking down on the first floor in hopes no one would come upstairs. Fez grunted, she was coating him in her creamy goodness, her gummy walls enveloping him in pleasure. His tip repeatedly bumped against a certain spot within her and her body responded positively.

The sounds of skin-to-skin contact, the slapping and pornographic moans from both parties echoed through the staircase and probably made their way through the walls. But who cares, she was getting dicked down, her arousal dripping down her inner thigh. Her whimpers caress his ears as an encouragement to keep his rhythm.

"Fuck, fuck, yes Fez! Give me that dick." She egged on feeling her climax getting closer, she moved her left leg onto one step allowing him further access, his heavy balls slapping against her clit was an additional sensation her body couldn't take. Her eyes rolled back as he continued his assault on her, penetrating her every need.

Fez growled as his hips picked up their pace, snapping into hers in a desperate need to meet his end. "I can feel it, baby, come for me." She playfully giggled stealing his usual line. He pounded into her, reaching under her to toy with her clit. "You cum first, pretty girl." He retaliated, her body shivered, a tingling feeling creeping up in her toes and fingers. Her mouth was agape as her back arched, he leaned forward pressing his chest against her. "Yeah? Yeah, I fuckin' see you, baby. Don't worry."

"Oh my god! Fez! Fuck... me-" Her body stilled, her eyes squeezed shut while her orgasm took over her body, constant convulsion around his dick pulled him closer to the edge. "Ah, shit." He croaked before succumbing to his own pleasure, squirting his hot cream inside her. They panted slowly letting go of each other. He chuckled pressing a kiss against her neck and another behind her ear. "You good?"

"Fuck... yes." She sighed in satisfaction. Fez carefully pulled out and looked at the door to see if anyone was standing there watching but they were good. He quickly stuffed his half-hard cock in his pants and re-buckled his belt. He watched as she fixed herself too, pulling back down her dress and turning to him with a pout. "What?" He asked. She looked down at her feet and back up at him. He smiled shaking his head. "Fine." He took off his shoes sliding them over to her, she stepped out of her heels and into his big-ass dress shoes that she bought him. He held her heels in his hand and pressed a kiss on top of her head. "You ready to go?"

She nodded looking up at him but her eyes widened when she saw past him, there was a camera... a little security camera in the corner above the door. "Oh.. shit." He said seeing it too. "Well, I mean it already happened." She laughed. There wasn't anything they could do about it, at least someone got a free show.

"Hm, glad to know that after four years you're still down to do it anywhere." He chuckled heading up the stairs.

She smirked. "We might need another break on the fourth floor."

"Baby..."

"Fiiiiine, we'll wait until we get home."

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likedovesinthewindd · 11 months

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Can I please request a fic where the reader takes rue’s place during that scene where mouse gives rue fentanyl (the reader and fez are dating) and it kind goes the same with how the screen went and fez takes care of the reader while they are out of their mind on that stuff (not in a bad way, like the way the was just almost passed out) and he helps them bathe and cuddles them to sleep Sorry if it’s a lot I wanted to make sure I was specific and described it well enough lmaooo

hi, thank you for requesting! i actually have a fic like this written not too long ago (here if you haven't read it) BUT it doesn't really focus on this part specifically so I'll write a little something. this is so short im so sorry im busy w exams rn, but i hope you like it🩷

fezco x gn!reader

warning: after effects of naloxone (narcan) and fentanyl like nausea, urinary retention, drowsiness, opioid withdrawal, mention of drug use/abuse, language, non-sexual nudity, bathing.

wc: ±800

a/n: i'm pumping out fez fics like there's no tomorrow lmao😭

"Baby?" Fez asked in a hushed tone as you layed on the couch almost passed out. After Mouse's visit, things went south very quickly and now you found yourself on Fez's couch, high out of your mind on Fentanyl. At this moment, the rational part of your mind should've been shouting at you, warning you that you were on the verge of passing out. But that part of your brain shut down as soon as the drug was in your system.

Now your brain was filled with a vast nothingness, your body buzzing with a warm feeling that made it nearly impossible to even keep your eyes open.

"Fez?" you slurred as you tried to lift your head from the couch, but it felt like your body was made of concrete. You could bearly see infront of you; your eyes hung low and blurred with unshed tears. "Yeah, it's me baby," Fez said kneeling down next to the couch to face you, "we gonna give you something so you'll feel better, alright?" You tried to nod your head yes. "I didn't wanna take the Fentanyl, I promise," you said with a tired pout. "I know baby, but we gonna help you now, okay? Gonna get you better," Fez murmured.

After giving you the Narcan, he sat next to you, waiting patiently yet nervously for any sign that you were getting better. You could slowly feel yourself returning to a more lucid headspace, although the underlying dizziness never dissipated. You opted to keep laying down on the couch and wait until you felt strong enough to push your body up from the soft cushion your head was currently laying on.

"How you feelin now?" Fez asked after a little while. "Little better, you whispered, giving him a tired smile. "Wanna take a shower though, feel icky," you added. "Wan' me to run you a bath?" Fez asked softly and you nodded.

After a while you could feel Fez picking you up and moving you towards the bathroom. "You had a long day, baby, ain't that right?" he smiled, looking down at you. "Myeah," you smiled lazily, placing your head against his chest. You could hear the rhythmic thump of his heart against the side of your face.

You made your way to the bathroom and he softly placed you on the lid of the toilet as he started filling the tub with warm water. You watched lazily as he added some of the foam bath you had bought a while ago. When he deemed the water warm enough, he got you out of your clothes and helped you into the water. "S'the water good?" he asked softly.

"Yep," you smiled through dewey eyes. You placed your now wet hand over his where it was gripping onto the edge of the bathtub. "My baby always looks after me," you smiled at him. You were obviously not one hundred percent lucid yet. Fez couldn't help but smile at your happy expression, placing a kiss on your head and humming in agreement.

He helped you bathe, using your favorite body wash and softly running the loofah along your body. You talked about little bits of nonsense that came to mind as he answered every one of your questions, regardless of how stupid they might've been. After washing, he helped you out of the bath tub, drying you and helping you brush your teeth. He moved you to his bedroom and helped you get into something more comfortable to sleep in.

"I feel like shit, Fez," you murmured once your head reached the pillow. The dizziness was a bit less by now, but now you had a nauseous churning in your stomach along with a dull ache in your bladder. The Naloxone along with the Fentanyl was working it's full effect on your already tired body.

"I know baby," he said joining you in bed and tucking you both in beneath the fluffy comforter. The soft wool material felt heavenly on your freshly moisturized skin, and it was already beginning to warm your body, but you sought the even warmer feeling of your boyfriend's body pressed against yours.

"I wanna hold you," you frowned at how far away he felt. Fez laughed at the pout on your face and moved himself closer to you. You wrapped your arms around him and placed your head on his chest as he layed on his back.

Once again you could hear the rhythm of his heart as it coaxed you to sleep. "I love you," you whispered before closing your eyes. You burried yourself deeper in his embrace, his warmth enveloping you in the most grounding and comforting way. Fez placed a kiss to the top of your head, murmuring a "love you too," into your hair.

Not long afterwards he could feel your body relax and hear your soft snores.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Teasy Fezco with a lil smut mayhaps and also the line “are you blushing?”

Maybe him and the reader are like rolling joints or something and they keep staring at his lips and skfksnfnsjglj

Also hey! I love you! Thank you for being such an amazing author and I hope the holidays are going to treat you better then they have already :)

The way you phrase requests make me want to just write all of them. I love you and your requests. I hope you have a happy holiday season too!!!

"You're not rolling fast enough, hand it over." I snatch the rolling tray from Fez, funneling as much weed as I can into the rolling papers as he pauses, lips parting in quiet shock as he steps up to the counter that I'm seated atop.

"Damn, alrighty." He chuckles, watching me intently as I lift the rolled blunt to my lips, sealing it with a lick up the side of it. Fez's eyes widen briefly before flickering away from me entirely, choosing to look anywhere but my hands and my lips. "I don't know how the fuck you got so good at that." He whispers, reaching up to run his fingers along his lips before taking the blunt from me, shoving another pile of weed and another paper into my tray.

"Been practicing." I shrug, repeating the same on this blunt like I did the last, licking a stripe up the side before twisting the ends, passing it to Fez who quickly lights it up, destroying my hard work in a moments notice.

"Yeah? With who?" He asks, chest puffed and eyes wider than usual.

"Someone more patient than you." He scoffs at the wink that I throw his way, his eyes rolling in defiance but it just makes me want to push his buttons even more.

"I'm patient." He grumbles like a child, arms caging me in between him and the counter beneath me, his head tilting simply at me.

"Incorrect." I poke his chest, finger trailing against his sternum and he sucks in a breath, tongue brushing out across his lips.

"Yo, it's bothering me- tell me who you been seein'?" He asks, neck craning so his nose is an inch away from mine and I grin wickedly, reaching out to shove him away from me with a laugh.

"I'm messing with you. I've just been practicing whenever I go hang out with Kat and Maddy. I'm their designated roller." His anger quickly fizzles away at my excitement, and instead a proud smile takes over his expression, hands clapping between us.

"Damn, got me all proud and shit." He snickers, his smile warming my chest and my legs squeeze as tightly as they can to subdue the ache between them at his boyish grin.

I resume the job best I can, funneling weed in between the papers before handing them to Fez, his nimble fingers lift the joints to his lips before sealing them the same why I did but it's ten times more distracting, my own eyes now stuck on his lips.

That is, until I notice the red tinge on his cheeks.

"Fezco, are you blushing?" I ask with a dramatic gasp, deciding to tease him and ask questions later, reaching out to take the rolling tray from his hands so he has no choice but to look down at me.

"Well yeah, you keep staring at my fucking lips, man." He mumbles bashfully and I hop down from the counter before reaching out to fist some of his t-shirt in between my fingers, pulling him closer to me.

"You have nice lips." I whisper, fingers sliding down his chest so I can link my fingers with his with a naughty grin. He stutters, eyes squinting as he peers down at me, smoke billowing around us from his discarded joint beside us resting in the ashtray.

Speaking of Ashtray, thank god he isn't home.

"Are you high?" He asks lowly and sincerely, chest rising and falling in calm breaths, hands squeezing mine tightly in a reassuring message.

"No."

"Then how come you flirting with me?" There's a teasing vibe to his voice as he presses me against the counter behind me, the air in my lungs suddenly escaping me.

"Am I not allowed to?" He laughs at my question, eyes lowering to gaze at my lips as his hands travel to my hips, fingers dipping into the exposed skin of my waist, giving me a careful look.

"You're in dangerous territory right now."

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itsmadamehydra · 10 months

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Doll Face 2 | Fezco Euphoria

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader

Summary: Mouse's sister was an excellent girl, a good student even, until life happened and she had to leave every dream behind. A particular friend was left behind too in the process. Years later, they meet again, but they aren't the kids they once used to be.

Warnings: 3k+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, sexual assault, forced sexual labor, exploitation of young girl, abuse, abusive household, vulnerable situations.

A/N: So happy to keep going with this story! Thank you for those who ask or wanted a part 2! Hope you enjoy it! If anyone thinks any other warning should be included please let me know, thank you!

Fuck

Shit

Your body went cold. You had stopped moving and just stared at him, eyes locked. He kept an unfazed look, just looking up at you with his drowsy eyes. He wanted to know, he needed to know if you were his doll face. The little girl he had befriended all those years ago.

You regained your autonomy over your body and resumed your movements, praying that no one had heard or gotten suspicious.

“Doll face? You know sweetcheeks, carrot boy?”

Shit

Fuck

You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t.

“Nah, just confused her face.”

“She is a good one, isn't she?" You heard him say again. The redhead nodded slowly.

“Yeh, she is.”

Mouse’s laughter reverb over the place, making you feel the pressure of not stopping. Not looking at him.

“Yeah, she is a sweet one,” he took a sip of beer, “I promise, you can’t even imagine the number of guys that have cum in that same seat, my man…little sweetcheeks here making them cum with just a dance!”

Your jaw clenched, wanting him to stop talking about you like that. It was already an unpleasant enough experience to live as for to relieve it by word. Although the man beneath you seemed to not care at all.

He looked past your face and opened a beer from the many near. Raising his brows, making him seem like he couldn’t believe Mouse’s words.

“Really?” lacing his tone with fake astonishment.

“Yeah! Word is, little sissy here gives the best head around the neighborhood,” he comes near you, slapping one of your ass cheeks.

You had to grip the redhead's shoulders to prevent you from shuddering.

Please stop talking. You kept repeating in your head, with your eyes closed. Desiring to disappear from the embarrassment and just not having to face the look on the man’s face beneath you.

It wasn’t like you liked to do that. You just had to. A job is a job. Those words kept you going and stopped you from falling apart.

At first, you had managed to keep up with your weekly quotas by just dancing, but when word got around, Mouse decided to higher his commission. Forcing you to look for more ways to make money.

And any time you tried to get a job that didn’t involve this word, your brother was back at you with threats and violence. You had tried so many times before, you ever gave your first blow job and had some bills thrown at your face.

You had felt disgusted with yourself and scrubbed your tongue. After that, you brushed your teeth for eternity. It took you long enough to insert in your head that it was part of your job. That it was just a job.

But word got around. Again. And as always, Mouse found a way to benefit himself. And now he had you dancing for his people and sucking them off. You didn’t even get privacy having to do everything in that same chair.

It was disgusting. It made you cry a lot. And it was something you definitely didn’t want him to know about.

Fez

Your Fezco

Only God knows how hard you prayed for so long for this day. Day, noon, night.

Your imagination had been the only thing that had kept you happy all this time. In the middle of dancing, upstage or private, between jobs, the only thing that kept you going and smiling was thinking about the different scenarios in which you could meet again.

Your favorite one was where you find yourselves at the university. You are walking around, maybe at the start of your first semester there. You are still a little lost and getting used to the installations that it takes you a while to get around.

You had your math class next and were absolutely lost with the indications that the office gave you. So, you asked a group of people sitting at an outside table.

They were friendly, and one of the girls even offered to take you. You thanked them all and left with the girl. And then, she would say something like, “Oh my GOD, you are going to love this class. The teacher assistant is so cute. Everyone loves it just because of him.”

And you wouldn’t believe her, oblivious to what was coming next. But when she left you at the door, and you had chosen your seat, it was going to be his voice that would have made you look up. And there he would have been, being a math teacher assistant. A great one.

Then, you would approach him, he would remember you, of course, and your encounters would increase following that day.

That was your favorite scenario because it just seemed right. It felt right. That was how life should have been for both of you.

But it never occurred, and you were stuck here. Being pulled by your hair by your brother’s hand brings you back to your reality.

The force that he pulled you with made you moan from the pain.

“Yeah, right," he laughed. “She loves it when you pull her like this, just like the slut she is, right little sissy,” he shoveled your head to the side with force and left the room, probably going to look for someone to deal with him.

Any female who would have been forced to have him couldn't help but make you feel bad.

You felt a soft hand go behind your head, taking it softly and caressing your skull. Fez, oh Fez. Still looking at you with those same eyes. And the same look he always had on for you when you were just kids.

He looked around discreetly, and when he was sure no one was around, he grabbed your hips and stopped you from moving.

You suddenly became shy under his sight and smiled nervously.

“Hi,” you muttered, failing to contain your nervousness and focusing your eyes anywhere else than his face.

Yet, he cradled your face softly. Inciting you to rest your cheeks in his hold, making you feel warm, safe, and delicate.

“My pretty doll face,” he couldn’t believe his eyes, “You were here? All this time? How did I never see you?”

“I keep to myself mostly. When not working or with…Mouse,” you doubt a little at the end. You see his eyes harden at the name.

“What’s he of you?”

You clench your jaw, embarrassed at the situation. At first, you were a little doubtful, but you finally told him, “My brother.”

“No brother should be treating his little sister like that,” his eyes soften at your sight. For him, you seemed fragile due to all the abuse and violence surrounding you, and it was wrong. You had always been full of confidence in yourself. You never seemed scared and always smiled at the world. That was you, he remembered, the little girl that had been the focal source of inspiration all this time.

He wanted you to become her again, your true self. Not what these people wanted and were forcing you to be; scared and oppressed, abused.

“Women should be protected, adored. No matter their job choice or anything,” he murmured against your forehead, leaving his lips pressed, trying to comfort you without being too excessive with his touch.

But you wanted a hug, you caved touch from him. After all these years without any glimpse of gentleness, you had forgotten what it felt to be warm.

Slowly, your arms went around his middle, and he secured you between his arms, eyes closed by both parts. Just two people savoring the moment.

“Why have you not you left,”

“I can’t. I’ve tried so many times,” you felt the tears starting to form.

He strokes your hair and kisses your head crown.

"Whenever you pack your things and leave, one day. Find milk," he sighs. It's a convenience store. Ask for me if I'm not in there. Tell them that I sent you.

“Fezco, you don’t have to,”

“Too bad, I want to,” he smiled at you.

“Fezco,” you said softly.

“I want to, doll face. Okay?”

“Okay,” you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Now this has "Whenever you pack your things and depart, one day. Find milk," he sighs. It's a convenience store. Ask for me if I'm not in there. Tell them that I sent you.

Now this has effortlessly turned into your favorite memory.

Sadly, all good things have to end, and this moment too.

“I have to go, little girl,” he murmured against your hair.

“Just…5 minutes more, please?”

“I wish, but not wanna risk getting someone mad at you,” he said as his arms prepared to let you go, but you snuggled closer into his chest.

“I don’t want to let you go,” you tighten your grip on him.

He laughs softly while exhaling. You are not letting me go, ma." He kisses the crown of your head, saying, "We'll be together again. Where're you working at, pretty girl?"

You press your lips together in a tight line before you let out a sigh, “At the neighborhood’s strip club.”

“Alright, now I know where to find you,”

“We’re not losing contact anymore?”

He exaggerates his hold on you while kissing your crown, saying, "No more, pretty one," which causes you to chuckle. "You won't be free of me, you hear me? I have to give this gorgeous one a lot of visits.

You nod, euphoric by his words. But wasn't enough for him. He wanted to hear you say yes and laugh. For you, let yourself be carefree for a second.

He moves his lips down to your ear and repeats his question with a funny tone, “You hear me, ma? You hear me!?”

“Yes! Yes, I do!” you laugh, looking up at him, just for him to be already staring back at you with his hooded eyes and a cute smile. He kissed your forehead one last time before getting up with you still in his arms and letting you down in the chair gently.

He strokes your face, taking some strands off and tucking them behind your ears. You smiled at him, and he had never stopped doing so. He walked backward for most of the footpath until he closed that door, and you were back.

Aware of your surroundings, feeling the disgust coming back and curling up on the chair, starting to count to 10, trying to control your breaths.

Nights and days went by, and you had to keep up with your life. Your work and your dancing. But you couldn’t help feeling some sort of hope filling you. You felt motivated for a better future. That there might be a future out there after all.

You felt yourself changing and even started dancing in between your dances. It felt unbelievable how powerful a moment can become, no matter how short.

Your shift had ended, and you were putting away your things in your bag when one of the security guys entered the room. You side-eye him, “You want to head? If you do, the price went up.”

“Your brother’s guy is here. They are waiting for you. Outside.” he gruffed, leaving just as he entered.

You froze. The only time this happens is when your payment is due. And you were not due until the end of the week. You walk through the people until going through the back door and waving goodbye to the early morning shift guys.

You kept your head down, walking silently and with an iron grip over your bag. You recognize the man standing out of the vehicle, one of your brother's buddies.

He opens the door without making a sound, giving each other a nod, closing it after you. You stare at him through the tinted glass. The car was empty beside your brother’s presence beside you.

“I’m not due,” you muttered.

“Well, little sissy. You know what happens to people who earn more than they deserve?” He pulls out a blunt and inhales a long puff before filling the car with smoke. You shook your head.

“Their payment goes up,” he releases smoke. Right to your face, making you hold your breath by reflex.

“I don’t have more money, Mouse.” you try to reason, “Between you and my employer, I barely have any more money left.”

He chuckles breathlessly, "Heard your blowie price went up. Who knows? 'Might be the time you start using your pussy. I know a few who would pay big grand for a taste."

“I’m not doing that,” your hand grips the seat.

“Well, I tried. Now pay, or you’ll be working with a bruised eye.”

“I don’t have any money, Mouse.”

“What about tips?”

In my locker, safe from any trash like you.

“Boss keeps them,”

He sits still for a few seconds with the blunt between his lips.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” he grabs a fist of your hair, pulling from it, making you look at the car’s ceiling, hurting your neck by the sudden movement.

You moan in pain, and he grabs you in a chokehold, “Careful there, honey. My buddies here might think you like that and wanna try doing it themselves.”

“You wouldn’t”

He yells out a name and yanks down your strapless top with a questioning, "You sure?" Someone unlocks a door. "Miralas. A que no son bonitas? Tocalas, she likes it." Mouse plays with and massages your boobs while encouraging his buddy to do the same. The hands then shift shortly after. (Look at them. Aren't they lovely? Touch them)

The guy starts by playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting them. Your brother pulls your hair, making you moan in pain again.

“You hear that, bro? Told you she likes it,” he laughs.

You feel the tears forming in your eyes. This had never happened before. You had never felt so vulnerable. Feeling unable to move or even react to any slight movement. Your grip is stuck on the leather seat. And your breathing turned erratic.

You notice the guy taking his finger into his mouth and then back at your nipples, wetting them. Your body shakes in fear and disgust. You pray for everything to stop or for you to just black out and not remember anything.

“They feel nice, bossman.”

His hand moves down, rubbing your genitalia, and says, "Let me tell you what, in a few days, this pussy could be all yours." He licks your neck, "Think of it as a present from me, a sneak peek before it goes on sale, huh? What do you think, little sissy?"

You were going to vomit. You could feel it coming. Your body was sweating cold, the ringing in your ears overpowering his words. You felt as if you were out of your body, being able to see everything happening to your body as if you were a viewer.

It was as if your mind and body had separated from one another. Your insides were shrinking by the feeling of their wandering hands.

Please stop.

Jesus Christ, you are my brother.

Please stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Help, please, someone.

God, please listen. Please.

The man had taken over your brother's hand, placing it down on you, palming you, tracing your lips with his middle finger.

The tears started to drop. You hadn’t even noticed until they started laughing loudly about it.

“Mouse, that you, my man?”

Your eyes move, looking for the voice owner. Locating a shadow hovering over your brother's side, opening the door.

“Carrot boy! What you doing ‘ere?” Fez looked past him, focusing on you and your position. His heart dropped. Having to see you like that was not pleasant. It took every ounce of his willpower to not take you right there and run away and leave everything behind.

He had to take you out of that situation and fast.

“Sweetcheeks here left me desiring for more, came ‘round looking to test if her sucking skills are good as they say,” he faked a smile. “But with that view. I’ll pay anything for a titty fuck, giving me a hard-on,” he chuckles, grabbing his crotch area

Mouse palms his shoulder laughing. “I like this boy! He just understands,” he looks over at the dude over you, “Take your hands off. She’s about to get real busy.”

Mouse grabs you from the back of your neck and throws you at Fez, who immediately cradles your body, trying to give you safety.

“Take her to my crib when you finish with her, money in hand, carrot boy.”

“Don’t be up waiting for ‘er! Gotta make that money worth it. If you know what I mean,” Mouse nods at his words smiley. And looks for something in his pocket, giving it to him.

“Just give her some if she fights. You know how it is.”

“As long as she’s not a spitter,” he takes the bag from him and waves them goodbye. Waiting for them to be out of sight before he could hug you properly.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck that motherfucker,” he curses against your hair, kissing it between words, “I’ve got to get you out of there, ma.”

You felt something in you click with those words, making you return from the trance you had entered.

You started crying almost immediately, sobbing -hard- a river flowing down your cheeks. You didn’t even care about being half naked in a parking lot; if Fez could feel you up, you just cared about the warmth that hugged you.

Your hands held on tight to his shirt, taking the fabric in a fist, unable to stay still in that hug. Grabbing him by the shoulders and neck, pulling his cloth. You wanted comfort.

Fezco could feel the tears trespassing his shirt, the buggers coming out onto his shirt. You're sobbing, making him feel tears forming in his own eyes.

He made a promise to himself that night, a vow. He would become your protector and do whatever it took to take you out of there and ensure you never return.

“Just wait a little more, and we’ll be together before you know it,” he kisses your tears, and you nod wanting to believe his words.

@myamamahdi @starzsworldsblog @billyhargrovesprincess @itzlochnessie @ethereallocs <3

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strangerquinns · 5 months

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strangerquinns fic round-up 2023

I saw @strangerstilinski do one of these and thought I would do the same. I have been writing on this site and no matter the topic, fandom - or if it's a blurb or a full-blown fic - it feels good to post here. I love posting here (one of the three places I do) I deeply appreciate anyone and everyone who reads. I use writing to escape (wish it was my career, to be honest) have been writing for so long (not giving how many years, that'll show my age lol) so thank you for being here. I wish I could kiss each of your heads.

Links of Stories Mentioned Above:

Red & White (fezco x reader)

'86 Baby (eddie x reader) (stranger things s4 rewrite)

The Ascension of Kas (eddie x reader)

Ressurection (stiles stilinski x reader)

Deadly Reunion (eddie x reader) (stranger things apocalypse au)

Fave Fics of 2023 (so far)

Here are some pieces of random fics I read this year, that I can remember, that I wanted to give show outs to for being so amazing, inspiring, and all-around badass. From different fandoms - so enjoy!

idea from @runa-falls

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #fezco x reader

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lumax-mayclair · 3 months

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I’m going through it right now, I know we all are. I finally managed to say to myself today that fexi are never coming back, they’ll never be a thing again and never have a story we can see, whether it would’ve been bad or good; all we have left is each other and I wish I were talented like you guys in order to participate in giving fexi what little life we can but alas I am not talented and what little story ideas I had for them now feel inappropriate given the circumstances (Fezco using, ash mural, themes of sue-of-side etc.) so I just wanted to let you guys know I deeply appreciate anything and everything you’re willing to give us. With as little pressure to you all as possible, I am eagerly waiting for the DWTS fic, for the East Highland Slasher fic, for the Taylor/Travis-inspo fic, for Freaks and Geeks au, GG AU, anything and everything. I check the fexi tag eveyday and I’ll do it as long as a can. Thank you guys for everything.💜

#fexi fic #fexi #lexi howard #fezco #lexi x fez #fez x lexi #fez #fezco euphoria #euphoria #angus cloud

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tragedyface · 7 months

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SEASON ONE RE-WRITE

PILOT

Fezco: Hey Rue's friend

Lexi: *pointedly* Hey Rue's OTHER friend

Fezco: Yo, you seen Rue here? She owes me a chunk-a-change

Lexi: Not since she came by and begged me for a Tylenol bottle of clean piss

Fezco: Foreal? a'ight, you win the 'Rue a peice o' shit' Olympics

Lexi: You can just say I'm Rue number one door mat

Fezco: I been ponderin' all that lately an' I been thinkin' that we ain't responsible for what Rue does but we are responsible for lettin' her use us

Lexi: You think we need better boundries with Rue?

Fezco: Summin' like that

Lexi:... My dad's an addict. I'd like to say I don't see him because of boundries but he just stopped calling

Fezco: You afraid that if you don't give Rue what she want she'll stop callin'?

Lexi: Yeah?

Fezco: How that makin' you feel?

Lexi:... so fucking used and worthless *tries not to cry* like what's wrong with me? Why doesn't Rue like me anymore? Why doesn't my dad?

Fezco: Hey now, it's not you. I'on really know you but what I do know is that you nice and a great friend and if someone ain't grabbin' onto you with both hands that's a them problem

*awkward silence but Lexi smiles*

Lexi: Thanks

*another silence*

Fezco: So what's up? You need Molly? Ecstacy?

Lexi: Goodbye Fezco *gets up and leaves*

Fezco: *quietly* Bye Lexi

#fexi #fexi hive #fez x lexi #fezco and lexi #fezco #fezco x lexi #fez and lexi #lexi howard #lexi x fez #lexco

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withlovewriting · 1 year

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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 25: Hungry Dogs Are Never Loyal

Chapter 25: Hungry Dogs Are Never Loyal

I guess you really did it this time, left yourself in your warpath, Lost your balance on a tightrope, lost your mind trying to get it back, Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days? Always a bigger bed to crawl into, Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything, And everybody believed in you

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

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 1,932

Chapter Warnings: Drug withdrawal, Rue being an asshole (but i love her soOoOo), references to domestic/child abuse, this chapter is short but i’m hoping to upload again on sunday properly

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

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Hours. Days. Weeks.

The concept of time was lost on you as you remained in a fetal position, your cheek pressed against the cold tile floor. Your muscles cramped, bones aching in a way that you sure would only be assuaged by ripping them out of your skin.

Your body didn't feel like your own. Weak and too warm, and with every exhale, you were pushing down a new wave of nausea.

Fez had only left your side when absolutely necessary, and even then, you remained with Ash, head in his lap as he wiped your brow with a cold face cloth, his words mumbled as he called you a fucking idiot, yet his eyes remained soft as they bore into yours.

Although you craved the sweet, blissful apathy that Heroin provided you with -- even if the pleasure was short-lived -- your body just needed rest. It needed peace. You knew that, yet it didn't cease your begging.

Fez's response, however, remained steadfast. Unwavering despite your painful cries and desperate insults that chipped at his heart, but not his resolve. No matter how much your coiled up, frail body tugged at his heartstrings, he refused to give in. Refused to give up.

Eventually, once your stomach was finally settled and no longer threatening to expel any fluids that dared to enter it, Fez moved you to his room.

"C'mon, baby, just a little more," Fez's voice was smooth as he held you, back pressed to his chest as he leaned against his headboard.

A pitiful sob bubbled up from your chest as you slowly sipped at the water, Fez placed the bottle onto his side table once he deemed your intake was sufficient.

Wrapped up in a pair of Fez's pajama pants and a dark Palace hoody, you sunk into the bed. His fingers soothed the ache the bathroom floor had left on your body as he held you implausibly close as though scared that any moment, you'd dissipate.

"You sure you still wanna go?"

After Fez had declined Maddy's birthday invite on your behalf, she had offered for you to attend a girl's night, a simple hangout that didn't involve alcohol or partying, or anything that sounded remotely fun.

You'd accepted, knowing that Maddy Perez wasn't the type of girl who allowed you to decline her often. Nodding your head, you groaned when you felt Fez detach himself from your back, sitting up and gently guiding you with him, "C'mon then Ma. Let's get you showered."

Reaching out, you accepted the glass of water Lexi had offered you with a timid smile.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, taking a seat next to you and straightening her skirt.

You knew you looked just as bad as you felt, wrapped up in Fez's over-sized jumper and sweats, and you could only be thankful Maddy had said this night was casual. You'd barely been there 15 minutes, yet every moment that passed by felt like a long, grueling hour. Although you were physically doing better, you were still experiencing the psychological effects. So whilst nausea cleared and your aches were slightly dulled, your mood had totally dipped, your anxiety had spiked, and the craving for a high gnawed under the surface of your skin. An itch you weren't allowed to scratch.

You'd gone through withdrawal before, but in a hospital setting, with psychologists, therapists, and nurses galore, all monitoring you carefully, minute by minute. This cold turkey shit felt impossible. So instead, you told Lexi the same lie you'd muttered time and time again,

"I'm fine, thanks."

You both remained quiet, slowly sipping your drink as Lexi's fingers continued to fiddle with the hem of her skirt, a strained smile plastered on her face, yet the uneasiness in her eyes was shining bright.

It gave you some weird kind of reassurance, however, that she felt just as awkward as you did.

When the door knocked, you almost jumped from your seat, and you knew Lexi was glad for the distraction, but when you heard Rue's familiar voice and peered around the corner, you knew damn well she was feeling just as awful as you were.

Pity party for two, you guess.

By the time Rue had finally managed to evade Suze and excuse herself to the bathroom, the rest of the girls had joined you in the living room, voices low as they spoke between themselves. A gentle knock on the door caught your attention. Upon hearing the sound of Rue's mother thanking Suze, you could only hope a black hole would open up in the middle of the Howard's house and swallow you whole.

This wasn't going to end well.

"Ah, fuck. It'll never fuckin' end." Rue sighed, sitting down on the staircase.

Lexi had returned to her seat next to you, Kat and Maddy stood not too far in front as you all peered up at her.

"This can't make you feel good, Rue. Livin' like this. Lying to the people you love, being mean to the people you love. This can't make you feel good about yourself."

"I don't care," Rue's voice was quiet, and you could tell whatever happened between her and Leslie had exhausted them both, "Just fuckin' leave me alone, please."

Leslie continued to try and reason with Rue, praying that she could somehow convince her daughter to get into the car and head back to rehab, but the disinterest in Rue's eyes spoke volumes and it wasn't long before all hell had broken loose, Maddy screaming at Cassie, Kat trying her best to calm her down.

Cassie wasn't very good at lying, and Maddy knew her too damn well to believe it.

"And you?" Rue's eyes remained dazed, but the curl of her lip made your eyes finally rest on her, pulling your attention away from your shoes, "You've got some fuckin' nerve sitting there, like you ain't doing the same shit."

Leslie moved forward, almost blocking you from her daughter's view, "Rue, that's enough. Let me-"

"Oh my god, you don't get it, Mom," Rue ran her hand over her hair, uncaring of how messy it was, a sardonic laugh falling from her lips, "What do you think two addicts do when they hang out together, huh? Cause we definitely weren't braiding each others hair or makin' fuckin' friendship bracelets."

You watched as Leslie tensed, her back ramrod straight. Her head turned slightly, eyeing you over her shoulder as a look of betrayal passed over her features. Returning her attention to her daughter once more, she forced down the lump in her throat,

"And that's on me, baby. But please, come with me and-"

"You know why her dad wasn't at that NA meeting?" Rue sniffed in harshly, a cruel smile etched onto her face as she continued to mock you, "He didn't fuckin' go, 'cause he was too fuckin' wasted. See, mom... I do drugs because my dad died. She does drugs, cause it's... I dunno, in her fuckin' DNA or some shit. So really, I mean, you should be grateful."

"Rue, that's enough," Suze spoke up, her eyes darting between you and the group of girls as Maddy continued her questioning of Cassie. A fight was going to break out at some point, she could sense it, "Listen to your mother and-"

"My father, a good, honest man dies in a fuckin' agonizing, traumatic way, yet her dad, a guy who doesn't deserve the fuckin' air he breathes, gets to live. He pushed her down the fuckin' stairs, and he gets to live? So where's her fuckin' intervention?" Rue laughed to herself as she shook her head, unshed tears in her lash line.

The room fell silent as your breath caught in your throat. Tears were already trailing down your cheeks as your chin wobbled. You knew, deep down, it wasn't you Rue was angry with. She was high and desperate and she needed something, anything to take the heat off her.

That's why she decided to throw both yourself and Cassie under the bus.

Standing, you placed the glass onto the table next to Lexi, the sound so much louder in the silence.

Kat called your name as you made your way toward the front door, tears streaming down your tired face. Stopping as your hand connected with the door handle, you turned toward Rue, voice barely above a whisper,

"I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, go run home to your daddy who doesn't fuckin' love you."

You heard Rue's muffled reply, as you shut the door behind yourself. Taking a few deep breaths, you tried to compose yourself before setting back off toward Fez's house, deciding on the longer route in hopes that the cool air would calm you.

By the commotion inside, you could only assume Rue had beaten you to Fez's, and you knew there was only one reason why she was there.

The only drugs Fez kept in the house anymore was his Grandma's medication.

You watched as Fez all but threw Rue on the floor, the girl fighting him with everything she had as she collapsed to the floor.

Fez's attention was quickly on you as you watched helplessly, his sweater almost drowning you. His eyes darted between yourself and the girl, and despite popular belief, Fezco wasn't an idiot. He knew something was going on, something happened, but he just didn't know what.

Rue quickly made her way to her feet, shoving her way through the iron gate, and down the alleyway.

Watching her go, you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, just as she couldn't bring herself to look in your direction.

"C'mon, ma. Let's get you inside."

As Fez's ringed fingers began to rub soothingly up and down your arm, you couldn't hold in the tears that began to fall. Feeling the salty teardrops on the arm your head was resting on, Fez lifted himself slightly, his worried blue eyes glanced over your face, equal parts concern, and confusion.

You weren't a good person. You knew that, deep inside your soul, etched into your bones, you would always carry 50% of your father's DNA. And if Fez thought he was a bad person, then it was only a matter of time before he saw how rotten your core really was. Hell, Rue already had.

Rolling you carefully to your back, his thumb traced under your lashline, wiping away the rogue tears that still fell, "What's wrong, Ma? You in pain? I can get you some more Tylenol, or-"

Shaking your head, you forced a tight-lipped smile on your face, trying to force his features into your memory, despite knowing his face, his body, him... He would be burned there for as long as you breathe.

Lifting your arm, your fingertips tracing along the edges of his cheekbones, over his chin, and down his jaw before resting on the back of his neck, absently playing with his chain before pulling him toward you.

His lips were slow and gentle, his chaste movements almost tentative as if he wasn't entirely sure he should be doing it. But you needed this. You needed him. And as if somehow, your souls were connected, he seemed to at least understand your sudden need for intimacy.

Pulling away slightly, he hovered his lips above you, trying to ignore the pecks you left as you chased his lips, "I'm not sure we should do this. You're not-"

"Please, Fez. Please."

And that was all he needed.

But like a moth to a flame, you knew: eventually, you would burn him one too many times.

#fez x you #fez imagine #fez x reader #fez euphoria #fez smut #fezco euphoria #fezco x you #fezco x reader #fezco smut #fezco x y/n #fezco fanfiction #fez fanfiction #fez fanfic #fezco fanfic #mixed drinks and smoke rings

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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girls just wanna have fun

part viii- all for us

“guilty or innocent, my love is infinite”

wordcount: 2.9k

warnings: cussing, blackmail, mentions of panic attacks, peter having a bad time, like one innuendo

a/n: me: i can literally finish this series in the next part and start the next series that i’m really hyped for

also me: but what if you make this one ten parts and add crime?

but fr pls let me know what y’all think of like the dawn 😭 i thrive off of feedback

taglist: @faiirybread @softasha @edgycatx @happy-nico @local-mr-frog @minimarkive @softyutae @fezco-mylove

y’all i’m so sorry i completely forgot about the taglist for the last two posts 😭

series masterlist

Peter and the Avengers explained the full story to you. His superheroing, the team’s assistance to set you up, et cetera. It was full of apologies that you laughed off, telling them that there was no need.

“Really,” you chuckle, watching as they sigh in relief. “It’s fine. It’s kinda funny, honestly.” You relax on the couch, crossing your legs as you think for a moment. You turn to Peter.

“So, can you take me for a swing?”

“What?” Peter’s face is precious. Once he fully clocks your request, he staggers up. “Um, yeah! Sure, let me go get the suit on.” He races down the hall, and you return your attention back to the Earth’s mightiest heroes.

“So?” you ask.

Clint waves a hand from where he’s slumped halfway in the couch cushions. You’re half convinced that the archer stores snacks and money in there. “‘So’ what?”

Scrunching your nose, you shrug. “‘So’, isn’t this the part where you pull the, ‘if you hurt him I’ll make you disappear’ shit?” You deepen your voice before tapping your chin with a finger. “Honestly, you all probably could.”

“I mean, are you expecting that?” Tony asks. “The whole speech?”

“Uh, yeah. Peter’s the kind of kid that I’d expect that kind of protectiveness over, ya know? I know it’s normally dads to their daughters’ boyfriends, but this-” you gesture to the team crowding the furniture. “-seems more fitting.”

A few of them stammer before you laugh. “You need me to give you a few minutes?”

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks,” Tony says. “You kinda sprung this on us.”

You leave them to strategize, heading to the kitchenette across the room. Peter exits the elevator with his suit on just as you fling open the fridge, mask in hand. He eyes the huddled group before heading over to you. He taps you on the shoulder and you spin around, unashamedly checking him out in the blue and red suit. Hot.

“What are they doing?” he asks.

“I told them I was expecting the whole, ‘hurt my kid, I kill you speech’ and they jumped on the opportunity.” He groans.

“You know there’s, like, three assassins about to threaten you, right?”

You scoff. “Peter, they’re not scary.”

“I’d beg to differ. It is very scary when Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Bucky team up in paintball.” With a smile, you lean in, pecking him on the lips.

You pull back, watching for any discomfort. You find none. Peter returns the favor, and you both trade kisses, going completely unnoticed by the Avengers.

You shiver as his arms curl around your waist, and he pauses briefly. An unspoken question. Pressing forward, you kiss him again, and his hands settle entwined at your sides.

Surprisingly, your little make-out session isn’t interrupted by a scandalized team member, but rather by the incessant beeping of the fridge, warning you that it’s been open for far too long.

You and Peter pull away just in time. From the couch and surrounding seats, Sam calls out. “Alright, you two! Get over here!” You two awkwardly shuffle over, trying to sit together before Tony grabs Peter by the shoulders and practically tosses the teen at Natasha. She comfortingly pats his shoulder before forcefully schooling her expression.

“So,” Steve begins, so very reminiscent of the detention video. And the exercise video. And the anti-drugs and alcohol video. “You accepted Peter’s invitation.” You’re tempted to stop him right there, but the palpable tension is too amusing.

You wait for a bit too long before nodding. ”...Yes.” Rhodey coughs, poorly containing a laugh. Tony rolls his eyes before leaning forward on his knees. It’s giving white suburban dad at a cookout, you think to yourself.

“What are you planning on doing after the Winter Formal?”

“Do you want the honest truth or the sort-of-familial-relationship lie response?” you deadpan. Unexpectedly, a few of them aww.

“You see us like family?” Wanda coos, voice comically high. Before you can answer, Tony responds.

“Both.”

You think for a second. “Ok, so the familial lie would be, like, ‘Maybe go get dinner before the dance, stay for the whole thing, and spend the night at my apartment.’”

“And the honest truth?” Bucky asks.

“The same except we probably leave early and about a 78% chance I get drunk.” Steve chokes on air while the rest of them nod.

“Yeah, that could be worse,” Natasha decides. “Stay safe. Be responsible.”

Your eyebrows raise and you exchange a glance with Peter. He seems just as bewildered as you. Shrugging, you grab his hand and tug him out onto the deck before the team can change their minds and give you an hour-long lecture on being responsible that will likely trickle into an awkward description of safe sex. You appreciate their concern, but you’d heard it all before from the school Sex Ed videos.

“I can’t believe you got out of that!” Peter laughs, tugging on his Spider-Man mask. At first, it’s loose and baggy, but then he taps the black spider logo on his chest and it tightens, displaying his profile perfectly.

You gasp, lifting your hands to feel the fabric, the eyes, the tech. You’re so immersed in observing the cutting-edge design from a scientist’s standpoint that you completely forget that you’re basically groping Peter. Who you just kissed. Who might be your sort-of boyfriend? You’ll figure out the terminology later.

On the other hand, Peter is getting redder by the second as you fawn over his web-shooters. “Um, (Y/N)?” he stammers. “You ready to go?” He gestures to the buildings surrounding the tower. Thank fuck you’d changed into a shirt and shorts.

You wrap your arms around his neck, slightly confused about how this is going to work. Thankfully, he takes notice of the dilemma.

“Jump up,” he suggests.

You frown. “Won’t that be a bit hard to do? Swing and carry me at the same time?” A muffled scoff emanates from the red mask. With one hand looped around your waist, Peter hoists you up. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct and you shriek at the quick motion.

“Super-strength, remember?”

With that last little quip, Peter leaps from the tower, hurtling through the air. Your stomach is still in the tower as the tops of buildings hurtle past the edges of your vision, weightlessness rising as you curl further into him.

And then you feel him reach out a hand, and your world tilts right-side up once more. Peter and you swing in a motion reminiscent of a pendulum’s arc before another brief moment of flight.

After a bit, you grow accustomed to the rhythm, loosening your death grip on his neck and actually enjoying the trip. The dizzying heights manage to clear your mind, simply focusing on your breathing and not slipping to your doom.

Peter lands on a building, letting you reorient yourself for a moment.

“Hey, Karen?” you hear him ask. That must be the AI for the suit. “Can you show me any new bad guys?” You smile at the wording. He holds out his wrist and a holographic screen projects above the web-shooters, detailing a man that’s been doing some black market dealing in stolen Stark tech.

He sighs, deep and too tired for an 18-year-old. When he speaks, you can hear the pout in his tone. “Duty calls. You mind if I drop you off at your house?”

“Actually, do you think I could hang with you tonight? My parents are coming in.” He nods, scooping you up once more. You land at his window minutes later, which he slides open for you to sit on the ledge.

Peter looks around before sliding off his mask, twisting it in his hands before making nervous eye contact. “Um, I should be done patrolling around 8:00, and, I was just wondering- I mean, we could go out if you want- but I was thinking that maybe we could have a date at home? If you’re okay with that?”

You take his hand, rubbing your thumb along the top of it comfortingly. “That sounds perfect. Do you want to get the food, or do you want to text me what you want and I’ll pick it up?”

“I can get it. Does Thai food sound good?”

“Yep!” You lean closer, teasing Peter as he visibly sweats at the closeness. He’s almost steaming in the chilly fall air. “Can I give you a kiss? For good luck?” He nods, barely moving at all.

You kiss him, parting with a shaky exhale that fogs in the air. He blushes and moves to say something, but decides against it, waving goodbye and swinging away. Cute.

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Peter was midway through his patrol when things started getting weird. Weird as in, a high-tech drone trailing after him as he swung from place to place. After a while, he stopped on a roof to inspect the machine.

“So,” he says, reaching a hand out to touch the drone. “Where’s your pilot, little dude?” It whirs and emits a series of beeps before flying away.

Peter swings after it, now very curious. It leads him through the city, past dimly-lot apartments and crowded restaurants. It comes to a halt on a dark rooftop.

“Okayyyyy… This isn’t creepy at all.”

A tingle on his skin causes him to whirl around, searching the rooftop for a threat. Thankfully, his suit reveals a human heat signature tucked into the shadows.

“Who are you?” Peter calls, forcing his voice deeper. A man sheepishly emerges from the darkness, raising his hands.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Just wanted to talk.” He points at the drone hovering by the teen. “That’s mine, by the way.”

Peter gestures to the machine. “It’s really neat. The only tech I've seen that’s similar is Stark Tech.”

Unbeknownst by Peter, the man clenches his jaw at the name of the billionaire. It’s fleeting. He takes a deep breath and clasps his hands together.

“I just was wondering if we could make a deal?” he asks, still keeping his tone polite and open. No need to scare off the vigilante before he can even threaten him.

Now, Peter really hates the sound of this. All he wants to do is speedrun the rest of this patrol, get some food, and get back to his apartment to maybe make out with you. If he’s lucky.

But he’s too polite to swing off, so he nods and lets the man start his sales pitch. Only one sentence in, he realizes that this is more of a blackmailing pitch.

“So, let's just get straight to the point, Peter Parker.”

Peter blanches under the mask. “Um… who?”

“C’mon, Peter. Stop the whole innocent ploy so I can make this deal,” the unnamed man sighs. Finally giving in, Peter yanks off the Spider-Man mask. Probably not his finest moment.

“Alright, you know who I am.” Peter flings his arms out. “What’s your deal?”

“Well, Mr. Parker, my name is Quentin Beck. And I used to be the greatest engineer at Stark Industries.”

(Peter is fairly sure that Mr. Stark is and always has been the greatest engineer of his business, but whatever.)

“I made one of the most advanced, intuitive devices ever, capable of creating interactive projections that could fool even the most trained eye.”

Peter snaps his fingers. “Oh, yeah! BARF, right? ‘Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing’?”

Bad decision. Quentin (who Peter decides looks suspiciously like Jake Gyllenhaal) immediately freaks out, tutting and pacing on the rooftop.

“He named my life’s work ‘BARF’,” he rants bitterly. “All I need from you, Peter, is some tech. Just a few drones, some basic machinery from Stark.”

Of course. “And if I don’t help…?” Peter has a feeling he knows.

“Well, let’s just say that you won’t be an anonymous vigilante anymore.”

Peter nods, giving the fuming guy a thumbs-up. “Alright, I’ll look into that for ya, buddy. Give me, say, a few days? I’ll get back to you.”

The man nods, grabs onto a handle attached to the drone, and zooms off into the night.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Peter panics briefly, pacing in small circles before remembering to tug his mask back on. His breaths quicken faster than he can calm himself, and he’s about two seconds away from a bona-fide panic attack when-

A text pops up on his HUD, which Karen reads for him.

“From Ms. (L/N): ‘hey i sent the order a few minutes ago. should be ready soon ;) <3’”

He sighs, your flirty message distracting him from the situation at hand, and leaps from the roof of the building ready to swing off in search of the Thai restaurant.

“Uh? Mr. Spider? Mr. Man? Spider Sir?” A young boy carrying a takeaway bag waves Peter down. “I think I have your order right here.” He rattles off a list of dishes, including Peter’s and May’s favorites.

When Peter starts to panic at the lack of money with him, the kid waves a hand. “Oh, the girl who called it in already paid online. Tell her to order more often; she tipped me like $20.”

He takes the bag and swings home, keeping an eye out for the mysterious man with the ability to ruin his life. Thankfully, he’s nowhere in sight, and Peter makes it back home with little trouble.

At his window, he peers in. And sees you. Well, more accurately, he sees you, in booty shorts and a bra, rifling through his pile of sweatshirts.

It’s a really nice bra. One of those he thinks looks really hard to unclip. Suddenly he likes the bra a bit less.

Deciding to have some fun, he knocks on the window, effectively scaring the shit out of you. You jump a foot in the air and chuck the nearest sweatshirt at the window, visibly relaxing when you spot Peter.

You tug on one of his sweatshirts and shove the window open, sticking out your bottom lip and pouting when he pulls off the mask to reveal a shit-eating grin.

He raises his hands in surrender. “It was kind of funny,” he says.

“Was not.” You try your best to fight off a grin.

Peter raises the bag. “Will you accept Thai food as an apology?” Leaning forward, you try your damnedest to kiss Peter while he’s hanging upside down. It’s a bit awkward and strange, but sweet nonetheless.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs, hopping inside. You take the food gratefully, calling for May as you skip into the kitchen.

By the time you’ve set the food out, Peter emerges from his room in sweats and a t-shirt. You three unceremoniously shovel food into your mouths, occasionally mumbling conversations around mouthfuls of savory soups and seafood.

“So, Peter,” May begins, raising a brow. “I hear you took (Y/N) for a swing.” He chokes on a noodle.

“Yeah…?” She stares at him. “It was safe, I swear!”

May rolls her eyes affectionately. “Probably traumatized the poor thing. I don’t know how you do it.”

“It was fine. Pretty exciting, honestly,” you say, sipping a Capri-Sun. You wink at him subtly and enjoy watching him flush. He grabs some spicy shrimp to blame the redness on the heat.

May splits off soon after, tired from work and wanting to, quote, “Give you two lovebirds some alone time.”

You clean up the dishes and sit them to dry, not wanting to give the kind woman any extra work. After wiping the last dish clean, you’re ready to have a cuddle sesh with Peter. But when you turn around to find him zoning out at the table, concern washes over your features.

“Hey, Pete? You okay?” you ask. You rest a hand on his shoulder.

He turns to you, puppy-dog eyes sending you reeling. “Can I talk to you about something?”

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Turns out, that panic attack that was building earlier managed to work its way to the surface after all.

Peter explained the situation to you before dissolving into sobs, collapsing into your waiting arms until you could drag him back to his room.

Currently, you’re gently running your hands through his hair as he lays on top of you, sniffling quietly. In any other situation, it would be kind of awkward for his face to be planted almost directly into your boobs, but you’re ignoring it for the sake of calming him.

“I’m just so scared, and I don’t know what to do,” he mumbles. You nod, tracing spirals on his back.

“First things first, we talk to the team about it. See if they can take the guy out before he causes too much trouble.” You mentally make notes as you try to comfort Peter. “If he used to work for Tony, he might have some info on him…” You stop as Peter’s breaths quicken.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, babe.” You pause, thinking of any method you can. “Even if your identity gets revealed, which I don’t think it will, we’re all here for you. We’ll figure it out and get through it, okay?”

After a few more minutes and comforting words, he calms down, inhales and exhales coming more steadily.

“You’re really good at that,” Peter says eventually, now the big spoon as you curl up into his side. He thinks for a second, resting his head atop yours. Running a hand over the bandage on your jaw, he pauses, most likely for dramatic effect.

“But did you call me babe?”

Shit.

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Up To Heaven and Down To Hell

Chapter 2: Dreams

(Smut galore in this chapter! This fic belongs to me, wendyeve24. Text enlarged for the visually impaired. Hope you enjoy!)

The newlywedded couples walked into the hotel ballroom, Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis blasted through the speakers as the doors opened. The wedding guests all clapped as the first dance started. Both dances were slow and tender, though Cassie's dance with Nate was a bit awkward since he was so much taller than her. Lexi had a bit more of a comfortable time dancing with Fezco, though he wasn't as confident in his dance moves in front of everyone.

Once the song ended, Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac started playing. Lexi's friends and Fezco's family started mingling.

"So you used to own the store and now your grandson has taken over?" Rue asked Marie.

"Yup. I ran that store for a long time, I was beyond thrilled to finally fucking retire." Marie said.

"That's badass." Rue said with a nod of respect.

Over at the punch bowl, Ash intended to spike it but Gia managed to catch him about to pour malt liquor from the bar into the punch.

"Hey! I know what you're about to do and it's not good. Stop it." Gia scolded.

"What? I just wanna get this party started. Fuck off." Ash retorted with an annoyed gaze.

"No! Give me that!" Gia yelled as she tried to snatch the bottle from Ash.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Ash said with a mischievous smirk as he started running and Gia chased after him.

Jules was busy sipping some soda and talking to Faye, hearing her wild tales of brief porn stardom. Kat and Ethan also listened to the former pornstar talk.

"And like... four guys all came on me at once."

Jules nearly spat out her soda.

"What the fuck!? How do you even clean up after that?"

"You take a bath, Jewel. Duh." Faye replied as she lit up another Virginia Slim.

"I think porno is quite interesting. Maybe it could be popular in the future." Kat said.

Ethan gazed at his wife with a stunned look.

"Really? You don't think it's degrading?" He asked.

"Not really."

"It isn't. I mean we all fuck. Why not show it off to like... literally everybody?" Faye asked.

"I mean... you're not wrong." Jules said with an amused smile.

Lexi finally introduced Fez to Rue after the song ended, and Cherry Bomb by The Runaways started to play.

"Oh yeah, uh hi. I'm Rue. It's nice to meet you."

"Yeah it's nice to meet you too Rue. So, how long have you and Lexi been friends?"

"We've been friends... gosh, ever since I can remember. We've been friends since we were kids." Rue answered.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Our moms are friends and we practically grew up together because of that." Lexi explained with a smile.

"Oh shit, that's awesome."

"I'm more closer with Lexi than Cassie, to be honest. She's a bit too dramatic for me." Rue said.

"No kidding. So, Lexi where's your sister? I met your mom but I haven't gotten the chance to meet her yet."

"If you don't talk to her tonight, we'll see her tomorrow at the luncheon before we leave. Don't worry Fez, you're not missing anything with her."

"Alright ma. If you say so." Fez kissed Lexi's cheek.

"Wanna get some food?" He asked.

"Oh yes please. I'm starving." Lexi replied.

"Alright. How bout you go take a load off, rest your feet and I'll get your food Lex. What do you want?"

"Chicken, corn and some punch."

"Okay, I'll be back."

"Thank you Fez."

While Fezco went to get his and Lexi's dinner, Cassie was meeting Nate's family as House of The Rising Sun by The Animals played.

"You're pretty." Marsha said to Cassie as she eyed her up and down.

"Thank you." A smile coming across Cassie's face.

"Almost too pretty." Marsha added with a disapproving gaze.

Cassie immediately frowned. She was shocked at the sudden turn that simple comment had taken.

"Be nice Marsha. Hi, I'm Cal Jacobs. Nice to meet you Cassie. Welcome to the family. I'm glad to have a daughter in-law that will be living close to the family business. Tell me Cassie, do you like sports?" He said in a friendly tone.

"Oh uh yeah. I was a cheerleader in high-school." Cassie replied with a smile.

"Oh wow, that's impressive. Just by looking at you, I can tell you were a great cheerleader."

"Thanks."

"Alright dad, quit holding Cassie up. She's gonna get me my dinner." Nate said.

"I am?" Cassie asked.

"You're my wife. It's your duty. Now go." He said in an annoyed tone.

"O-Okay. Um do you want to have me get anything specific from the banquet tables or...?"

"Steak, potatoes, spinach. In that order. You're eating the same."

"Oh but... Nate I... I don't like spinach." Cassie said with a sheepish smile.

"You eat what I tell you to eat. Understood?" Nate said with a stern gaze and a raised brow.

"Yes sir."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Try that again." He demanded.

"Yes Daddy." Cassie answered softly.

"Good girl. Now go get our dinner."

Cassie went over to the banquet tables as well. While she was there, Cal patted Nate on the shoulder with a proud serpentine grin on his face.

"She'll be the perfect Mrs. Jacobs yet. Keep training her. She'll get there." He said to Nate before walking over to the bar with Marsha.

Lexi went to go and introduce herself to Nate with Maddy who had tagged along.

"Hi. You must be my sister's new husband. I'm Lexi. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too. And you are?" He asked, slightly ignoring Lexi and gazing directly at Maddy.

"I'm Cassie's best friend. Maddy Perez."

"You've known her for how long?" Nate asked.

"We basically grew up together." Maddy answered.

"I have too, of course." Lexi said.

"That's interesting. You can tell a lot about someone by their family and their friends..." Nate trailed off.

"So, what was she like as a kid?" He asked.

Meanwhile, Cassie ended up meeting Fezco at the banquet tables.

"Are you Cassie?" Fez asked.

"Yes. Oh! You must be my sister's new husband." She said.

"Yeah, I'm Fezco. It's nice to meet you." He said as he held out his hand for her to shake.

"It's nice to meet you too. Are you and Lexi going to the luncheon tomorrow before your honeymoon?" She asked as she shook his hand.

"Oh yeah, of course."

"Great! I can't wait to meet your family too." Cassie said with a smile before she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Nate told me to tell you to get his dinner and sit down. Quit mingling." Aaron, Nate's older brother said.

"Oh... okay." Cassie turned back to Fez who looked at her with a concerned gaze.

"I-It was nice meeting you Fezco. Welcome to the family." Cassie said sheepishly before turning around with her plates of food and walking over to the Jacobs table.

"Yeah. Nice meeting ya." Fez replied as he finished making himself and his wife a plate of food.

As he turned to go to the O'Neill's table he shook his head in slight disbelief. There was something weird with that whole interaction... and he didn't like it, but he wouldn't think about it too much, besides... it was none of his business.

Before she went to go sit down, Lexi went over to Cassie to talk as she managed to catch her sister before she sat down at her respective table.

"I met Nate. He seems nice. Do you like him? I saw that you met Fezco. What do you think of him?" Lexi asked.

"Of course I like Nate, he's my husband now. Why would I not like my husband?" Cassie replied defensively.

"Why are you getting defensive? I was just asking since you married him almost an hour or two ago." Lexi said with narrowed eyes.

"I'm not getting defensive Lexi! Ugh. Anyways, your husband is nice too." She replied before her gaze met Nate's across the way, he was glaring at her.

"Thanks. Are you... okay? And why do you have spinach on your plate? You hate spinach, you gag if it's even in your mouth." Lexi said.

"I'm fine. And... I wanted spinach for a change. I... thought I'd like it now since I'm a wife. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to feed my hungry husband. I'm coming honey!" Cassie called over to Nate before going over to the table and putting his plate in front of him before sitting down.

"Fucking took you long enough. It better not be cold." He said to her before taking a bite. It wasn't cold but it wasn't warm either... he supposed that it would have to do... besides, he wanted to break her down further.

Cassie began to dig into her food, she started cutting into her steak first before Nate stopped her.

"Eat your spinach first. It's good for you."

"But... I really wanted my steak first Daddy..." Cassie said.

"Spinach first."

"But-"

Nate took his fork and stabbed into her spinach, holding it up to her mouth before leaning over to whisper in her ear.

"You wanna be a good girl for Daddy, don't you?"

Cassie nodded wordlessly.

"Use your words."

"Yes Daddy."

"Good. Now eat the fucking spinach. Unless you want this bite shoved down that pretty throat of yours." He demanded in a dark whisper.

Cassie took a deep breath and leaned forward, taking the bite of spinach off of his fork. She bit back a gag and managed to choke it down.

"Good girl." Nate said with a cocky yet pleased smile as he took his fork back and stabbed into his mashed potatoes, taking a bite of it.

"Eat all of it. Oh and Cassie?"

"Yes?"

"If I see you so much as shake hands with another guy like you did with your sister's ginger husband... you're in so much trouble." He casually mentioned to her without looking at her and shoveling some of his steak into his mouth.

A stunned look came across her face as she looked at Nate. She then turned back to her plate and stabbed her fork into her spinach. Cassie started eating her spinach begrudgingly, fighting back the urge to gag and cry after each bite.

Lexi had already started eating with Fezco, she was happy to have their first meal together as husband and wife.

"You like the chicken? If not, I could take it back and get you something else." Fez offered.

"Oh no Fez, it tastes good. Uh how does your rice taste? It looks good."

"It's really good. Pairs well with the turkey and the coleslaw. Want some?"

"Sure." She got a little bit of rice off of his plate and put it onto her own before taking a bite.

"Mmm! Yeah that's really good. Wanna try some of my corn?"

"Of course." Fez replied as he put a bit of her corn on his plate and ate it, nodding at how good it tasted due to the way it had been grilled.

"So, did you get a chance to talk to Cassie?" Lexi asked.

"Yeah I did. She seems cool. To be honest though... she seemed a bit weird after that guy over there approached her." Fez recalled as he briefly gestured over to Aaron who sat at the Jacobs table located at the other side of the ballroom.

"That's Nate's older brother. Now that you mention it... she was really acting defensive towards me just some minutes ago. And she had spinach on her plate."

"What's wrong with spinach, ma?" Fez asked.

"Cassie hates spinach. Whenever our mom tried to give us spinach when we were kids, Cassie just couldn't keep it down. It only had to be in her mouth for a few seconds and then she'd either spit it out or gag. And God forbid if she swallowed it because then she'd only throw it up afterwards."

"Well shit... why would she choose to eat that now?"

"That's the thing Fez... I don't think she chose to eat it. I think she's forced to eat it."

"Woah ma. You tryin' to tell me you think your sister's husband she just married is fucking forcing her to eat spinach?" He said with an incredulous look on his face.

"Yeah. I... I know it sounds farfetched. I don't know maybe I'm over thinking it." Lexi said with a shrug.

"I don't know but... that whole situation is fucking weird."

"Yeah... I agree." Lexi replied as she ate some of her chicken.

After everyone ate their fill of food and drank their fill of drinks, it was time for the bouquet toss and the garter toss.

Dancing Queen by ABBA started to play on the speakers as all the single ladies gathered on the dance floor.

"Oh I'm getting that bouquet." Jules said to Maddy who rolled her eyes.

"No hun, I'm getting that bouquet. Go sit down somewhere Jules." She replied.

"You both know there's two bouquets right? You both could get one." Rue said with a smirk.

"Yeah but I'm getting the first one." Jules argued.

"I call dibs on the second one then." Faye said as she stumbled over to them due to being drunk and high.

Maddy rolled her eyes again before the toss officially started.

Cassie threw hers first. It flew up into the air behind her and neither Jules nor Maddy nor Faye caught it. Rue caught it.

"Well... fuck." She muttered.

"Dammit!" Jules cried out.

Lexi smiled before tossing her bouquet second.

As to be expected neither Jules, Maddy or Faye caught it, Rue didn't catch it either instead Rue's sister Gia who had been standing not too far from Rue caught Lexi's bouquet.

"Oh shit! You caught it!" Rue said in a genuinely surprised tone.

Gia looked at the bouquet in shock before smiling a little bit, not quite sure on what to make of the situation as she quietly walked off of the dancefloor.

Next up was the garter toss. Fez had specifically requested that the Disc Jockey play I Want You by Marvin Gaye.

Lexi sat down in the middle of the dancefloor in a chair, as Fez did a little two-step towards her to the beat of the song. Lexi couldn't help but laugh a bit before her eyes widened a bit as she saw him get on his knees in front of her.

Lexi blushed.

"Fez..." She said breathlessly.

"Gotta get this garter off you, ma. Don't be afraid, I gotchu." He said as he took the white kitten heeled shoe off of her left foot, setting it down. He then gazed directly into her eyes, his blue ones meeting her brown ones. They never broke eye contact with each other as she felt his hand slowly slide up her left leg, his calloused hand sliding up her smooth leg that was under her dress.

Lexi gasped as he slowly squeezed and kneaded her thigh, teasing her a bit before his other hand traveled up her left leg. Both hands reached the garter that was wrapped around her thigh. With his index fingers he slid his fingers under the lacy fabric of the garter and started to slowly slide the garter down off of her thigh, keeping eye contact with her the entire time.

He made sure to take his sweet time, there was no rush.

"Fezco..." Lexi said breathlessly again.

"Raise your leg up for me, ma." Fez said in a low and husky voice.

Lexi slowly raised her leg so it was sticking straight out. Fez maneuvered himself so her dress covered leg could rest on his shoulder as he continued his slow work of taking her garter off.

"Keep your eyes on me, baby. I wanna take my time witchu ma." He said huskily.

The garter was now off of her knee and was being slowly moved downwards to her calf. When it reached her lower calf, he stopped and removed his fingers from the garter.

"I want you but I want you to want me too." He sang along, her eyes never leaving his.

"Fezco... please." Lexi begged. She wasn't even sure what she was begging for in that moment, but she knew that whatever it was, he most definitely had what she was begging for.

Fez lifted the bottom of her dress up slightly with his now free hands before leaning his face close to her left foot.

Lexi felt as if she were melting into the seat, the heat between her legs got stronger with each passing second, with each touch of Fez's hands, with each movement he made, with every gaze he shared with her. She was sure that he could sense how turned on she was in that moment.

He then kissed her foot, her ankle and lowered his lips to the garter, kissing it before he took the garter into his mouth, his blue eyes looking up at her. To him, she was the only woman in the room. He then slid the garter down the remainder of her leg with his teeth. The garter slid off of her foot easily, and he grinned with it between his teeth as he finally stood up.

Once he turned around and faced the guests who hooted and hollered, he walked a few paces away from Lexi who was busy slipping her shoe back on and hoping that her dress wasn't soaked through from her arousal and making the seat wet.

Fez tossed the garter into the small bit of single guys who were on the dancefloor and the person who caught it was Ashtray who gave a disgusted look at it in his hands, but then decided he could probably sell the garter or something so he decided to shove it into his pocket and keep it.

Nate was up next and Cassie sat down in the chair in the middle of the dancefloor.

He had specifically requested for the Disc Jockey to play Five to One by The Doors.

Cassie felt... nauseous. Her body had been fighting the spinach she had eaten, and the spinach was winning.

Nate took some steps to the beat towards Cassie before he leaned down and kissed her before getting on his knees.

Cassie smiled though she could feel her stomach lurching.

He slid his hand up her left leg and put his head under her dress, licking her inner thigh before taking the garter into his mouth and between his teeth.

She bit her lip slightly out of arousal as she felt his movements under her dress.

He lowered his hand and managed to take her shoe off letting it drop to the floor as he slowly slid out from underneath her dress, the garter still between his teeth as he slid it down her leg.

The music was loud, and drowned out the gurgling noise her stomach made.

"Nate..." Cassie she said frantically a wide eyed look on her face.

He gazed at her darkly as he kept sliding the garter down her leg.

"Nate..." She tried again.

He ignored her and slid the garter down her calf.

Cassie started to dry heave a bit as she shook her head.

He kept ignoring her and he completely slid the garter off of her leg and off of her foot with his teeth and stood up, the bottom of her dress that he had raised up, fell back into place before all of a sudden she leaned over and threw up all over his shoes.

"Fuck! What the fuck Cassie!?" He yelled as the garter dropped to his feet at the exact same time she hurled.

The guests were all disgusted at the scene and the single guys who had joined the garter toss all left the dancefloor.

Even though she was extremely drunk, Suze managed to rush over to a crying Cassie and help her out of the chair, taking her to a nearby bathroom to get her cleaned up. Miraculously, Cassie hadn't thrown up onto her wedding dress, only on her shoes and Nate's shoes... and also the garter.

"So is like anybody gonna clean that up?" Faye asked aloud as she lit up another Virginia Slim.

Marsha, Nate's mother took care of her son's shoes and then she tended to Cassie's shoes. She was actually giddy that her new daughter-in-law managed to embarrass herself at her own wedding, she couldn't help but laugh a bit as she wiped the vomit off of Cassie's shoes.

Leslie, Rue and Gia's mother managed to cover the mess up with a table cloth and advised everyone to not step on the table cloth, and that if they wanted to participate, it was time for the cutting of the cake.

Fez and Lexi obliged, Nate also obliged simply because he wanted cake, and by the time she came back from getting cleaned up in the bathroom, Cassie agreed to the cake cutting.

Lexi cut the cake together with Fez before putting the piece onto a plate, and sharing it with him.

Cassie still wasn't feeling great, and decided to let Nate have his piece of cake, but little did she know was that he had other ideas.

After Cassie sat down, Nate went over to her with his plate that had a big piece of cake on it.

"It's good. Eat some." He said.

"I... I can't. I just got sick."

"Whatever." Nate said in an annoyed tone.

"At least try a bit of it." He added.

"No. I don't want it."

A dark look came into his eyes.

"Don't you ever say no to me." He warned.

He then picked up his piece of cake with his hand and put it up to her mouth.

"Eat it." He demanded.

Cassie shook her head.

"Eat. The. Cake. Cassie." He demanded through gritted teeth.

Cassie shook her head again before Nate shoved the cake into her face, causing her to cry again.

"Stop crying. It's not attractive." He said coldly.

Cassie immediately stopped crying.

"Good girl. You earned yourself a napkin." Nate said as he grabbed a napkin for her.

Cassie thought he'd wipe her face for her, but instead he chucked the napkin at her.

"Clean yourself up." He said, much to her immense disappointment, though she did as she was told.

By the end of the night, the couples were ready to consummate their marriages, they said their goodbyes to their friends and families before going upstairs to their respective suites that the grooms had paid for.

Nate and Cassie's suite was a bit bigger than Fezco and Lexi's, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered to Nate was that he was finally able to fuck Cassie and break her down, while Fezco's focus would solely be on Lexi and giving her the most pleasurable first time.

When Nate opened the door, he practically pushed Cassie inside of the suite before he turned the lights on.

"You're a fucking mess, you know that?" Nate berated after he shut the door behind him.

Cassie turned around and took a deep breath.

"I'm not. I... I told you I didn't like spinach. I just could never get it down." She said sadly, her voice soft.

Nate approached her and kissed her forehead before he gently hugged her, before hoisting her up and slamming her onto the bed.

Cassie screamed out of pure surprise.

"Well well well... this is the first time I've heard you scream. I like it. You'll be doing a lot more of that tonight. Take your dress off." He said as he briefly hovered over her before he sat up on the bed, throwing his suit jacket to the side, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He kicked his black loafers off and got off of the bed, and went to the other side of the room where the record player was.

Cassie was still struggling with getting her dress off, she had managed to get her stockings off however.

(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones came on and Cassie was near tears trying desperately to get her dress off, the buttons in the back just were not budging because she was having a hard time reaching them.

She wasn't sure how her mother had even managed to get into and out of the dress, but Cassie certainly wasn't having an easy time.

"Daddy... can you help me?" She asked finally as she held her arms out, sniffling because she nearly broke a nail and she was frustrated. Nothing was going right today for her at all.

"Sure. Since you asked like a good girl." Nate said as he approached. He got on the bed and instructed her to turn around.

She did so and moved her hair to the side so he could undo her buttons for her.

"You put this dress on yourself?" He asked.

"My mom helped a bit but I mostly did it myself." She replied.

"Oh... nice." Nate said before he snatched the fabric from her body, ripping the back of the dress, the fabric was now frayed and the dress was ruined as he managed to rip the rest of it off of her and threw it to the side as if it were a piece of garbage.

"Nate! What the fuck!? That dress is a hand-me-down! That belonged to my mother! You just ruined it! Oh my god!" Cassie yelled as she turned around, her arms shielding her tits from his view as she gazed at him angrily.

"Too many buttons for my tastes." He responded as he sat back against the headboard of the bed.

"Now, you do your duty and give me a damn good blowjob or you're getting punished for fucking yelling at me." He said as he pointed at the erection in his black slacks.

Cassie stopped shielding her tits from him and crawled over to him on the bed. She started to unbuckle his belt. Once his belt was unbuckled, she undid his button and unzipped him before pulling his slacks down off of his legs.

As soon as his slacks were down off of his crotch, his cock sprang to life since he wasn't wearing underwear and his hard long length hit Cassie's cheek. She couldn't help but stare at it... his cock was huge.

"Wow..." She gasped in awe.

She looked up at him and he looked down at her with a cocky yet proud smile on his face.

"Go ahead." He urged.

Cassie lowered her mouth onto his cock. She certainly couldn't take all of him into her mouth, he was huge. But of course Nate had other ideas.

His wife slobbered and sucked his cock but she wasn't trying to take it all the way into her mouth... and he noticed that.

Nate grabbed her by the back of her head and wrapped some of her hair around his hand.

"Go further Cassie. Open up that pretty throat of yours. Slacken that fucking jaw." He instructed.

She did as she was told and it worked for a little bit before she could feel herself choking on his cock. She tried to ease back a bit but his grip on the back of her head tightened and he used his own strength to keep her head down completely. He decided to torture her a bit more and raised his hips up a bit, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth.

Cassie had tears in her eyes from choking on his cock, her throat was being abused by his tip and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. She started to panic, her arms flailing around a bit before she tapped his thighs, this didn't work and only made him thrust himself into her mouth harder and forcibly keep her head in place.

Cassie whimpered as she cried before a muffled and raspy scream just barely left her throat, it was audible however, but Nate didn't care.

Would this be the last thing she did? Sucking her husband's cock on their wedding night and dying by being suffocated from it? Cassie started to grow light-headed, she was on the verge of passing out, her arms started to go limp as he continued to fuck her mouth before he roughly yanked her by her hair and pulled her off of his cock with a grunt.

She collapsed on the bed, gasping for air, her vision no longer was darkened and her consciousness was starting to come back. She coughed quite a bit, her chest heaving as he got on top of her.

"Good. You're alive." He said as he rubbed his cock against her cotton panties.

"N-Nate." She rasped.

"You're a good girl Cassie... a whiny annoying bitch but a good girl." He said with an impressed tone.

She smiled at him, happy for the praise she had received despite the backhanded compliment.

"And good girls get rewards..." He said darkly as he took her right tit into his mouth, sucking on it as his hand squeezed her left tit.

"Oh!" Cassie cried out.

He stopped squeezing her tit and let his hand travel downwards to her panties, he rubbed her through the fabric before sliding them down off of her legs.

He briefly sucked on her left tit and let his fingers explore her pussy that was getting wetter as the seconds passed.

Cassie moaned as he leaned back up and kissed her before going back down, his mouth blowing air onto her pussy causing her to squirm.

He then started to suck her clit as he inserted his fingers into her pussy.

"Daddy!" She cried out.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her until a filthy squelching sound came from her pussy. He then removed his fingers from her and held them up in front of her face.

"Clean it." He demanded.

Cassie started to suck his fingers clean of her own juices as he stroked his cock while watching her. She hadn't orgasmed, though she had been excruciatingly close.

He removed his fingers from her mouth and grabbed her, easily using his strength to roughly flip her over so she laid on her stomach. Nate gazed at her plump ass, taking it upon himself to spank her hard, making her yelp and leaving a red handprint on her left ass cheek.

His index finger dipped between her cheeks, rubbing her tight asshole.

"Ever used the backdoor before?" He asked curiously.

"N-No. That's... so dirty. I've only ever had it vaginally." She admitted sheepishly.

"I'll train you Cassie. Don't worry. In the meantime... I wanna taste it." He said hungrily before he spread her ass cheeks apart and started lapping at her hole with his tongue.

"Oh God! Nate!" She cried out as she felt him assault her hole with his tongue.

He then poked at it with his index finger that she had previously sucked on and inserted it deep into her ass.

"Fuck!" She screamed.

"You like that Cassie? You like your husband's finger buried into your tight ass don't you?"

She let out a moan that soon sounded strangled as he used his free hand to wrap around her throat, choking her.

Cassie whimpered before his grip slackened and he stopped choking her before sliding his finger out of her ass.

"On all fours. Now."

She got on all fours immediately and felt him rut against her ass before tapping his cock against her pussy.

He then entered her at a moderate pace, not really giving her time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting in and out of her pussy.

"Nate! Oh my god! You're too big! It's too fucking big!" She yelled.

The only answer she got in return was a grunt as he concentrated on achieving his much needed orgasm. He spanked her ass again, this time leaving a red handprint on her right ass cheek before he roughly grabbed both cheeks pulling her on and off of his cock as he thrusted in and out like a madman.

"Please! Daddy!" She begged.

His thrusts soon slowed down and he pulled out of her before tapping his cock against her asshole.

Cassie's eyes went wide. He wouldn't do something so... dirty on their wedding night... would he?

The question in her mind got answered as he stuck the tip of his cock into her ass and eased himself further in, the foreign feeling of her tight asshole being stretched causing her to cry and scream in pain.

"Stop! Nate it hurts! It burns! Please don't!" She begged.

It felt absolutely amazing to him, so why should he care if it hurt her?

"Daddy stop! Please!?" Cassie cried out as tears streamed down her face as she gripped the sheets in pain, clawing at the blankets. She just wanted him to stop. She tried to crawl away but he made sure to firmly hold her hips in place so she couldn't get away from him.

Nate moaned at the feeling of her tightness wrapped around his cock as he thrust in and out.

"Stop... it..." Cassie sobbed, pleading as she started to feel defeated and hopeless, so she just let him do it to her as she cried, especially since he wouldn't listen and just kept going.

He was getting close. He then pulled out of her ass, which only made her scream louder at the burning sensation in her asshole.

Her husband then stuck his cock back into her pussy making her moan through her tears. He thrust in and out of her until he felt his core tighten up, sweat dripping down his bare chest as he threw his head back.

"Fuck! Cassie! I'm gonna fucking cum!"

Cassie hadn't been counting on him to cum inside of her on their first night together as husband and wife... and because of this she started to panic.

"Nate! Daddy stop! Nate wait! Pull out! Please!?" She begged.

But her begging fell on deaf ears as he rutted against her some more and pumped his huge load into her, his balls constricting as he came.

"Cassie..." He moaned out as he milked himself of every last drop, making sure it was inside of her.

He then pulled out, his cock softening as he got up and took the needle off of the vinyl record, turned off the lights, got under the covers, kissed his wife and went to sleep.

Cassie had since collapsed from being on all fours and she gave her husband a shocked look, tears still streaming down her face as she managed to slide her aching body under the blankets, her head hitting the pillow.

She looked over at the opposite wall in the darkened room, she was bruised, her neck and throat hurt terribly, her ass hurting in more ways than one, her pussy was leaking his cum, she was unbelievably sore already and she hadn't even orgasmed on her own wedding night. That night, Cassie silently cried herself to sleep.

Lexi and Fezco had arrived to their suite. Fez opened the door with a grin.

"Aren't you gonna... carry me over the threshold?" Lexi asked.

"Oh yeah, I do gotta do that... right? Alright hold on tight, ma." Fez said with a goofy grin as he picked Lexi up bridal style.

Lexi couldn't help but laugh as Fez carried her inside, shutting the door with his foot as he carried her over to the bed, gently setting her down.

"I wasn't too heavy for you? Was I?" Lexi asked teasingly.

"You kiddin' me? You ain't heavy at all Lexi. Hell, I could pick you up and carry you for miles and not get tired. You light as a feather Lex." He said with smile.

"So... uh whatchu wanna do first?" He asked as he clasped his hands together and gazed at her curiously.

"I think... we should share a couple of glasses of champagne, talk some more and... see where the night takes us." She suggested.

"I swear Lexi, you're a damn mind reader." He said as he chuckled and shook his head. Going over to the ice bucket where the chilled champagne was and got two glasses. He poured her champagne first, then he did his own. He brought the champagne over to her and handed her the glass before holding his own up in a toast.

"How about we toast to... a good marriage." He suggested.

"Hm, how about a fantastic marriage that lies ahead for us." She said.

"Yeah that sounds even better. To a fantastic marriage that lies ahead." He said before the two of them clinked glasses and sipped their champagne.

"Mmm... that's good. Really bubbly though." Lexi said before she got up and sat her glass aside before sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

Fezco took another sip before he sat his glass aside as well.

"Wanna listen to some music?" He asked, walking over to the record player.

"Of course! What music do you like?"

"Really groovy jams. I don't listen to rock or pop that much, I like Motown hits, James Brown, Funkadelic, Soul music, y'know all that kinda good shit."

"Wow, that's impressive. I've never met someone so into funk and soul like you are."

"Yeah ma. I was raised on that shit. It's some good stuff."

"Fez... what do you like to listen to when you get..." Lexi trailed off, not sure how to continue asking her question.

"When I get what?" He asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Well... when you... get that urge..." Lexi asked as she blushed a bit.

Fez turned around and couldn't help himself. He chuckled a bit before shaking his head, an amused look on his face.

"Lexi, you're fucking fearless."

He put the record he had chosen on and gently put the needle to the vinyl.

He walked over to the edge of the bed and gazed directly into Lexi's eyes as the iconic opening notes from Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye resounded through the room.

"Marvin is one of the main ones I like to listen to when I get that urge, ma." He answered as he leaned into her, their faces close to each other and their lips almost touching.

Lexi was speechless, she couldn't believe how... suave and smooth her husband was. It was really turning her on.

"Fez?"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me?"

"You ain't even gotta ask baby."

Fez kissed Lexi, the kiss gradually grew heated as she pulled him on top of her.

They both moaned into the kiss as Fez's erection grew in his pants and Lexi felt it against her despite her dress still being on.

"Oh Fez... I... I wanna take care of that for you. Please?" She asked.

"You don't have to ma... besides, I want your first time to be special. I wanna do everything for you, you don't gotta do nothin' for me." He said.

"Fez, I really want to... let me try?"

How could he say no to her when she was giving him that cute pleading look?

"Alright. But before you do anything... I wanna help you out of that dress."

She nodded and turned around.

His fingers worked diligently on the buttons at the back of her dress.

"Where'd you get this dress from?"

"It's a hand-me-down. My aunt wore it." Lexi replied.

"It's nice. Alright, I think I undid all the buttons."

The next thing he knew, Lexi turned her head and slid her dress off. The sight alone almost made him cream his pants. His mouth was agape as he saw her slowly take her dress off. He wasn't sure if she was taking her time because the dress was old or if she was teasing him.

She kicked her shoes off and slid her dress off completely. She finally turned around, her breasts on display for him and her cotton white panties that had a wet spot on them from her earlier arousal during the garter toss.

He was speechless. She was already gorgeous but she had gotten that much more gorgeous in his eyes.

"Shit... you're a fucking goddess."

"Thank you... Fez it's time for you to take your clothes off too..."

"Oh! Yeah..." Fez shrugged his suit jacket off and tossed it to the side, he took his bow tie off and struggled with the buttons on his shirt.

"Here, let me help you."

Lexi started to undo his buttons on his shirt and helped him out of it before he tossed his shirt to the side. He got up and took his shoes off and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants before he slid them down, revealing his black and white boxers.

"Thanks baby. Now... how bout we get it on, huh?" He asked sensually as he laid down on the bed next to her.

Lexi nodded eagerly with a smile.

"Um what happens first?" She asked.

"Oh, you don't know? I thought you was educated Lexi?" He teased.

"I am... just not that educated on... sex." She admitted.

"Really...?"

She nodded.

"Well, we're husband and wife and what happens between us tonight well... it's gonna be special imma make sure of that." He said before kissing her.

"You're gonna be my teacher, Fezco?" She asked teasingly against his lips.

"Hell yeah... class is in session, ma." He replied.

She felt herself grow wet as he spoke.

He started kissing her neck, causing her to moan a bit.

"You wanna be on top?" He asked, wanting to know what position she felt comfortable in to start things off.

"Yes." She answered breathlessly as she straddled him just like how she did when they were in the limo.

He immediately felt how wet she was through her panties, since his still covered erection was poking against her.

"Do you mind if I take care of these?" He asked as his eyes gestured to her boobs.

"I thought women couldn't get pleasure from their breasts being played with?" Lexi asked shyly with a giggle.

"And what weirdo told you that?"

"I don't remember..."

"Nah. You can get pleasure from it Lex. Lemme show you, ma." He said as he lowered his mouth onto her left nipple.

"Fez..." She breathed out, the contact causing her to shiver with pleasure.

His hand reached over to gently knead her other boob.

"Oh..." Lexi moaned out.

Fez felt the wet fabric of her panties on his boxers start to soak through, making him groan.

He switched sides and sucked her right nipple and kneaded the other boob with his hand.

"Fezco!" Lexi cried out as his tongue circled around her nipple. She arched her back a bit which caused her wetness to rub against his crotch, making them both moan at the friction.

Fez let Lexi's nipple out of his mouth with a satisfying popping noise as he gently grabbed her hips, sliding her against him... rocking her back and forth.

"Shit... ma... you're fucking soaked ain't you?"

"Yes... Fez... I need..."

"Shhh. I gotchu baby. Lay on your back."

"But... I wanna take care of you..."

"You can do that, but I gotta take care of my wife first." He insisted.

She nodded as she laid down on her back, spreading her legs.

"What are you about to do Mr. O'Neill?" She asked teasingly as he leaned down, his face near her wet panties.

"Have some extra dessert. Imma eat you out." He replied.

He then slowly took her panties off of her and marveled at the sight of her wet womanhood in front of him.

"Goddamn..." He said in awe as he threw her panties to the side.

He leaned upwards to her face, kissing her lips before he trailed sweet kisses down her breasts, to her stomach and down to her wet core. He lapped at her clit with his tongue slowly, gazing up at her the entire time, watching her breathing heavily and moaning as he continued licking her, his tongue traveling to her wet opening and slightly dipping into it.

"Fezco..." She moaned.

He loved hearing his whole name fall from her lips, he especially loved hearing her moan his name.

He moved her legs so they rested upon his strong bare shoulders as he continued eating her out, his stubble slightly tickling her.

"Please Fez..." She said between a slight laugh and a moan.

"Please what baby?" He asked huskily as he started slowly fingering her, rubbing her clit in slow circles before gently easing his digits inside of her.

"Please... I wanna touch you too." She whimpered.

"Alright, I'll let you touch me in a second baby. I want you to cum for me first Lex." He said as he lowered his mouth back to her wetness, his mouth covered in her arousal after he removed his fingers. He started to lap at her bundle of nerves with a little bit more aggression than before, he was very focused on his wife having an orgasm.

"Fez... Oh my god! Fez!" Lexi cried out as she felt heat build up in her core as her palm found the back of his head, pushing his mouth further into her.

Fez grunted in response as he kept licking and sucking her pussy, feeling her start to tighten as she threw her head back, arched her back and came.

"Fezco!" She moaned as her legs shook as she had her orgasm.

He kept his mouth on her until her orgasm was over before he gave her one last teasing lick. He slowly kissed his way back up from her pussy, to her stomach, to her breasts, to her neck and finally to her lips.

She breathlessly kissed him back, her hands roaming his back before going to his arms, his stomach then down to his crotch where she palmed his erection through his boxers.

He moaned into her mouth.

Lexi's fingertips then went to the waistband of his boxers before she gazed at him, breaking the kiss.

"Can I, Fez?" She asked.

"Knock yourself out, ma." He said.

He sat back against the headboard and helped her pull his boxers down.

When she saw his cock, she gasped. He was huge in every sense of the word.

"Do you... like whatchu see?" He asked sheepishly.

"Are you kidding me? Of course I do! You look perfect, from head to toe Fez. And... you're... you're... big." She said as she gazed at his erect length in awe before gazing into his eyes with admiration.

"Um... how do I-"

"I'll teach you." Fez said huskily with a sensual gaze.

Lexi nodded as she leaned her face towards his cock.

"You gotta wrap your hand around the base first. Not too tight but not too loose either." He instructed.

She was hesitant at first but she wrapped her right hand around the base of his cock.

"Great. Now you gotta hollow out your cheeks like you're taking a gasp of air, and close your mouth around the tip. From there you're gonna suck it like a lollipop or a popsicle... just try not to use your teeth though baby... teeth and cocks don't mix." He instructed further.

She nodded before gazing up at him as she started trying to suck his cock.

She was clumsy at it, but he knew that it was her first time, she was trying her best and that was all that mattered. Besides, it wasn't like he necessarily needed her to blow him anyways since he was already rock hard. But she'd insisted, and he couldn't bring himself to say no to her.

Lexi managed to get the hang of it a bit more and she used her tongue to swirl it around his tip, causing him to moan as he threw his head back at the feeling.

Lexi saw him react pleasurably and continued doing the same thing, swirling her tongue around his tip. He bucked his hips slightly and she kept sucking him before he slightly came back to his senses.

"Fuck! Lexi... I want you to lay on your back for me baby." He said breathlessly.

She took his cock out of her mouth and let go of it and gazed at him.

"Did I... do good?"

"Oh baby you did better than good, you were fucking fantastic. But, I don't wanna cum in your mouth, ma."

She laid down on her back, looking up at him.

"Fez?"

"Yeah?"

"We didn't discuss it yet but... how many kids do you want?"

He briefly thought about it before answering.

"Three. You?"

"I think you're the mind reader." Lexi teased.

"I want three too." She added.

"Shit! That's really cool! I'm not expecting us to make a baby tonight though Lex."

"I know, but... maybe we could try on our honeymoon?" Lexi asked.

Fez smiled at her, his gaze on her.

"You... wanna have my babies Lexi?"

"Yeah."

He was touched by what she had said. No woman had ever really wanted him in that way before.

"Well ma, we're gonna need to practice..."

He thrust his cock against her wet pussy, causing her to moan.

"And practice..." He continued.

His thick cock was now teasing her entrance. Lexi shuddered from pleasure.

"And practice..." He rubbed her clit with his cock making her whimper.

"And practice... since y'know, practice makes perfect and all that." He finished before slowly sliding the tip of his cock into her entrance.

Lexi threw her head back into the pillows, moaning.

He slowly eased himself into her a bit further, she could feel every inch of him inside of her.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you, I'll pull out." He said.

Lexi panted a bit as she nodded.

He put her knees over his shoulders for better access as he leaned down, kissing her as he pushed the rest of himself inside of her until he was balls deep.

"Oh fuck!" She cried out as she broke the kiss, panting a bit at the foreign feeling of him inside of her.

It was a tiny bit painful but the full feeling of him stretching her pussy out felt strange yet... oddly pleasing.

"You good ma?" He asked with a look of concern.

"Yeah... I'm pretty sure you just... took my virginity." Lexi said with a giggle.

"Oh baby, I haven't even started yet. I still gotta move. Are you sure you're good? And... when I cum where do you want it?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm alright Fez. Please move, I wanna know what it feels like when you move. I... I want it inside me." Lexi whimpered as her hand went to his upper arm.

He lowered himself down further in order to kiss her as he started to slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Oh..." Lexi panted a bit as the foreign feelings started to subside a bit and pleasure began to take over.

Fez soon got into a bit of a rhythm with his thrusts. As soon as that happened, Lexi wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Shit... you feel so fucking good baby." He groaned.

"Fez! Faster... please?" She begged.

"You got it, ma."

His thrusts got harder and faster, he started to pound into his wife now, causing her moans and cries to reach a higher pitch than before as he hit a certain spot within her.

"Fezco! Oh right there!" Lexi cried out.

"Fuck! Right there, Lex?" He asked teasingly as his thrusts slowed just to tease her further.

"Fez! Don't stop! Ooh please don't stop!" Lexi whined as she flexed her foot against his bare ass.

"Oh baby I'm not gonna stop... shit!" Fez cried out as he picked the pace again and pounded into her relentlessly.

Her arms were wrapped around him, her hands engulfed in the sweat on his back before her left hand found the back of his head while he buried his face into her neck. She moaned into his ear louder than before which only made him pound her with a carnal energy as he moaned a deep and guttural moan.

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other mingled with their moans and cries as the sound of the bed creaking only managed to turn them on more and reach the pinnacle of their release together.

"Fezco! I think I'm-!"

"Fuck! Lexi! Me too! Shit! Cum with me baby!"

Her back arched and she threw her head back screaming in pleasure as Fez took one of her nipples into his mouth before crying out in ecstasy himself as he felt his balls contract as he emptied his seed into Lexi with a few more thrusts as he grunted and groaned loudly.

She laid there, a sweaty mess and he briefly collapsed on top of her, still buried deep inside of her, her sweat covered boobs against his sweaty chest as they tried to catch their breath.

He rolled off of her, pulling out which caused them both to moan and he pulled the blankets up on the both of them before reaching to turn the light off. He held her in his arms and she kissed him in the dark.

"Fez... that was... absolutely fucking amazing." Lexi said before giving him a thankful grin.

"I'm glad you liked it baby." He said before kissing her back.

"When can we... do it again?" She asked.

He chuckled before peeking under the blankets and looking at his flaccid cock before gazing at his wife.

"Give me a few hours, ma. Then I'll rock your world all over again."

Lexi laughed.

"And by the way, what song do you like to listen to when you get that urge?" Fez asked her.

Lexi looked up at the ceiling briefly in thought before answering her husband's question.

"Love to Love You Baby by Donna Summer. Or literally any of Donna Summer's songs." Lexi replied.

"Ooh, that's a great answer! Shit, you got better taste in vinyls than me."

They both shared a laugh, and basked in the afterglow of their first time as husband and wife before sleep overtook them for the night... after all, they needed their rest... an interesting luncheon for the organization was to take place the next day...

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