#fezco x black reader

[saintsir4n]

BARBENHEIMER

Rory wants to go and see Barbie with Fezco.

PARINGS: RORY MARCHETTI X FEZCO O’NIELL

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“So… you want me to wear pink or somethin’? It’s a movie, I don’t get why —“

“Baby, it’s the movie!” Rory stressed, coming to sit down on Fezco’s lap as he turned away from the TV.

She’d been showing him and Ashtray the Barbie trailer for weeks now, it had become apart of their daily routine. And with the day approaching she hadn’t stopped talking about it. Sure she wanted to go and see it with her girls but she wanted her boys to come along as well.

“Chill out,” Fezco held his hands in defence, noting her glare.

“Oppenheimer looks the shit though,” Ashtray piped up from his place on the other couch.

“We’ll see it before Barbie,” she appeased him.

Settling his hand down on her thigh, Fezco’s gaze flickered between the two, “Swear that shit is like three hours long, you wanna be in the movie theatre for the whole day?”

“Yes,” Rory didn’t see a problem with it. She spent hours watching the entire Twilight franchise in the movie theatre with Kat a couple of weeks prior.

“Shit, even I’ll shit that Barbie movie sounds dope,” something that they never thought would come out of Ashtray’s mouth.

“Should’ve recorded that.”

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck you,” he was quick to flip her off, not that she paid any mind to it. She turned back to Fezco, “So you’ll wear pink?” Seeing the apprehensive look on his face, she continued, “I’ll get you pink laces,” she said with a small pout.

Ashtray rolled his eyes, knowing his brother would do just about anything to keep Rory happy and even though he wouldn’t admit it, Ashtray would wear pink top under a black hoodie to make her feel happy… but there was no way in hell he would take that shit off.

Fezco nodded almost immediately.

“Shit sounds good,” he responded, smiling when she beamed and threw her arms around him, “Ash, gotta do somethin’ too.”

“The fuck I don’t,” Ashtray’s amusement faded instantly, a scowl was quick to replace it. “And Rory don’t ask me for shit, and don’t start pouting, that shit won’t work on me.”

“I’ll just wait until you’re asleep and paint your nails,” she stated, wickedly grinning at the look in his eyes.

Before Fezco could say anything, Ashtray rushed out of his seat and began chasing her around the room.

a/n:

Wrote this a while ago, just thought it was cute.

[infernalodie]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 || 𝐅𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨

“𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘰 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘳“

Inspo: G-Eazy - The Beautiful and Damned G-Eazy - Him and I

Pairing: Fezco x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: You would do anything for you, and he would do the same. Even if it hurt everyone caught in the crossfire.

Warnings: Slightly graphic (gore?) and overall angst all over.

Words 2542

“Baby, I need something from you.”

From where Fez was, he could see you with a rag in one hand and your pistol in the other. A low hum came from your chest as you continued to clean the Glock 19 intently. Prior training having invested in your love and care for making sure your weapon was always at its best performance. This was also a time Fez knew not to bother you as it was part of your daily ritual, but the problem couldn’t wait.

“It’s Mouse. I think he’s onto us about stealing his client's cash.” As soon as the statement fell from his lips, you let the slide snap into place.

Now, it wasn’t like you were pissed at Fez or Ash for what they had to do. With how police were suddenly at your guys’ front door, they had to do what they had to do. The same was felt with how Fez and you needed to gather some money to settle Mouse for the pills he had given you guys and had to get rid of.

But perhaps you were having a bad day or maybe you were just expecting the absolute worse to come from Fez because he never bothered you with something like this unless absolutely necessary. And judging by his hesitant tone, you had a rough idea what he was going to ask.

“And you need me to kill him?” His bitter silence was enough for you to laugh coldly. “Of-fucking-course you want me to kill him.” Standing to your feet, you loaded your pistol and placed it in the back of your jeans. “I’m your personal fucking assassin now.”

“Baby, you know that’s not it.” Fez tried taking a few steps forward, but you lifted a finger, ordering him to stop as you shrugged on your hoodie.

“Then what were you in here to ask me for, Fezzy?” You spat. “Were you going to ask me to come to bed or give you someone to rant to because you had to decide to fuck with the rich kid?”

He followed you out of the room and down the hall whilst exclaiming, “If you don’t want to do it, then just say that!”

“That’s the problem Fez, I shouldn’t have to tell you I don’t!” You yelled. “If you loved me enough, you would know that you are putting my life at risk every time you fuck up. It’s like you want me to get killed.”

“That ain’t true!”  Fez yelled back, following you to the front door.

“But you wanna know why I do it when you ask me, huh?” You questioned, slipping your Nikes on. “I do it because if you or Ash get hurt, I feel like that’s on my hands. I do it because I am scared to lose either of you because there might be one day I don’t kill someone for you and it’s that person that gets you either caught or killed. Then I have absolutely nothing left in my life!”

For years, Fez had been by your side. Defending you against the kids that used to bully you and your father. Since you two were kids, both of you were in the same class but lived two completely different lives. He was a math genius and part-time drug dealer with his grandmother. Whilst you were a science wiz and training with your ex-marine father who ran a strict household. The two you struggled through each of your pasts with your father dying and Fez’s grandma becoming ill. So, all you had left was him and Ash.

So, your commitment to your relationship with Fez and Ash had solidified when the boy allowed you to move into his place when the two of you were just children. And with the addition of you two dating for 6 years, you were in it for the long haul.

“Everything I do is to keep you and Ash safe,” you spat sternly. “I’d kill a damn cop if it meant saving either of you. But you know why I would do it, Ash?” You suddenly asked the boy who sat in the living room, eavesdropping on the entire conversation. Fezco frowned, turning towards the living room where you watched to only see his brother slowly pop up from the couch.

He stood there for a moment, thinking of the possible answer you wanted. But when he did, he looked up confidently. “Because you would do anything for us.”

Hearing that, you pointed at the boy as you looked back at your boyfriend. “I would go to the ends of the Earth if it meant keeping you safe,” you said. “But you need to either choose to pick your fights more carefully or end things with me because I can’t keep doing this forever, Fez. People are going to catch on and instead of you going to jail, I’ll be the one being taken away.”

Sighing, you turned and grabbed your backpack that held a spare pair of clothes. “And I highly doubt you have the facilities to change that if it ever happened. So, you think long and hard about that until I get back, yeah?” You didn’t leave any room for him to reply as you were already slamming the door on his face and marching to your car.

You knew that in some way, it wasn’t entirely Fezco’s or even Ash’s fault. But that was the softer side of you talking half the time. Holding over the fact that you were very much willing to leave at this point would finally get them considering your contributions around here. Because let’s be honest, in half the sticky situations they’ve found themselves in, you have been there to kill someone for them.

Yes, almost all of them were by decision, but you found that recently, you were growing worried. With the police showing up, nearly killing Mouse’s client, and Nate Jacobs entirely, you guys were getting sloppy. Making lousy mistakes that neither three of you have made before until now. So, if it came to fucking up with people, you had to be forced to kill people. But that was the difference from before to now. You were forced. Completely different from free will.

Arriving outside the location Ashtray sent you, you shut off your car and watched the house. It was a small building in the lower part of East Highland. Basically the hood, but also the place your Mom lived for a while before she passed.

The light was on inside the house and you could see shadows moving past the windows blocked out by curtains. Beginning to hum My Way by Frank Sinatra, you reached over to the glove compartment and grabbed a small box and your suppressor.  “And now the end is near,” you muttered, grabbing two latex gloves and slipping them onto your hands. “And so I face the final curtain.”

Screwing on the end of the suppressor to the muzzle of your pistol, you grabbed the crank for the windows and rolled them down halfway. Once that was done, you glanced down at your phone before pulling the slide back and flipping off the safety. Turning off your phone completely, you hopped out. Holding your pistol, you hid it in the pockets of your sweater and walked across the street. The night air causes shivers to run up and down your spine. Then again, it could be the adrenaline beginning to kick in.

Walking up the steps, the sound of music blasting inside filled your ears. Opening up the screen door, you slammed your fist against the door. “Aye, Mouse!” You called. “I got some stuff on Fez that I need to tell you!”

The music lowered considerably as you heard footsteps moving around on the other side. It took a moment before the door cracked open with Custer looking out at you. “You said you got stuff on Fezco?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah - Can I just talk to Mouse, Cust?” You spat. “I feel like I am always talking to a fucking brick wall when it comes to you, man?”

“What the fuck did you just-” The latch to lock was pulled off with Custer about to attack, but you pistol-whipped him.

The painful crack of his nose shattering filled the air before his wails and cries followed. You left him at the front step bleeding against the wall as you entered the smoke-filled house. Faye was passed out in a chair, a needle still stuck in her arm.

Your nose twitched as you stood aligned with the doorway, glancing at Faye. “Faye!” You whispered, getting no response. “Faye, wake the fuck up!” Again, she was unresponsive, causing your nerves to settle in. But your dad’s voice rang freely in the back of your mind as you breathed in deeply.

“When people have their back against the wall, they’ll do whatever is necessary to keep from losing what they got. That is the showing the truest part of someone.” His arms were wrapped around your throat in a headlock as he said the words. Your grunts and groans are forced out of you. Eyes fluttering from the loss of oxygen. “I wonder what type of human you are, Y/n.”

Exhaling, you came from around the corner and shot Mouse in the stomach. He cried out, hand holding the sawed-off shotgun falling to his side where his finger tensed and fired. Blowing off his foot and causing him to fall to the ground in wails as you lower your gun.

“What the fuck?” You breathed, walking towards the man as he continued to scream.

“Y/n, you bitch!” He yelled. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Fez, and Ashtray, you little bitch! You’re fucking dead!

Firing a shot into his shoulder, he yelled out in pain. Looking back at Faye, you saw the girl still passed out. Pressing two fingers to her pulse point, you felt a heartbeat, but it was faint.

Clenching your jaw, you looked over at Custer, who was sitting at the door moaning in pain. “Fuck!” You hissed, standing up and walking up to the man. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you yanked him inside before slamming the door shut.

He cowered away as you pointed at the blonde. “You are going to get her to a hospital or so help me God, Custer. I will fucking kill you myself.”

“Y-Yeah, of course, man.” He stuttered as you walked over to Mouse.

Seeing him reach for the shotgun, you stomped on his hand. “Watch it, Mouse,” you mocked. “The cat might get you.” Reaching down, you grabbed his wallet from his jacket pocket. Stuffing it in the back of your pants before evidently kicking his square in the jaw.

The force was enough to break his jaw and cause his moans and cries to be muffled. “Fucking, rodent.” You spat bitterly.

But Mouse being the dumbass he was, spoke with his broken jaw that made his worlds fumble all over. “Fuck you, whore! You are dead!”

“Yeah, you already said that, bud.” Grabbing the shotgun, you walked over to Custer and waved him to stand up. “Get up, Cust.”

Hesitantly, he did and you waved him over. Again with hesitance, he did so until he was stood between you and Mouse. “Alright, grab ahold of the shotgun or I’ll kill you.”

Feeling the muzzle of your pistol in his side, he took the shotgun in his hand whilst yours ghosted over his. “Now, you’re going to kill, little Mouse.”

Mouse’s eyes widened in shock at your order as you forced your index finger over Custer’s that rested on the trigger and pulled. The blast of the shotgun shell caused the top half of Mouse’s head to explode. His skull hit the ground wetly as Custer stared in shock as you patted his shoulder. “Thanks, kid.”

And he wasn’t in full realization of what you had done before it was too late. Heard your car race away as the sirens of the police could be heard in the distance and quickly approaching.

Fez was on the couch when you got home, eyes heavy and footsteps shuffled. You wore a whole new set of clothes, having ditched the others somewhere he knew not to question. Entering the kitchen, you placed your gun on the table and glanced up at him. A blank look on your face as you turned and walked down the hall without a single word. And Fez sat on that couch until he heard your guys’ bedroom door shut.

He sat there for a while, just waiting and biding his time. That was until he finally decided to face you and entered the bedroom. The lights were off and your form could be seen in bed. The streetlights outside shining some light inside the room. Just enough to see your ebony flesh peeking out from the edge of the blankets. He quietly stripped down to a pair of boxers before sliding in.

“Did you make a decision?” Your voice had him tensing up, but quickly relaxing when you rolled over to face him. If it wasn’t for how dark it was, he might’ve been able to see the bags under your eyes. The drive home had taken longer because you take extra precautions when it comes to not allowing any form of connection to be tied from you and to the murder. Not to mention getting rid of the evidence, takes a lot of energy from you.

Fez stared down at you. “I would choose you over anything,” he said, “but I also have realized that what I make you do isn’t right for both of us.”

His confession made you frown and sit up as he continued. “I know that keeping you in this environment is only just going to get you arrested or worse-”

“Wait, Fez. What are you saying?” You questioned. “Are you breaking up with me?”

The silence was the answer given, and you took that and ran with it. Pursing your lips with a soft nod before getting up to your feet. Scavenging across the room for your clothes and in the ceiling for your own personal stash of cash you’ve kept there building and spending time to time for 3 years. And Fez watched every single second of it, not saying a word as he painfully now was paying the price for his truthfulness.

Sighing, you shrugged your backpack strap on your shoulder and walked to the door. Carefully opening it, cautious to Ash who was asleep and the last person you wanted to encounter now. But stopping short, you dropped the money bag and turned to Fez. Walking up to him and cupping his cheek.

You didn’t lean in or anything, you just gave a tearful smile. “Thank you for everything,” you whispered. “Tell Ash I love him.”

And like that, Fez watched you leave. Probably never coming back because it did hurt you admitting that each point he made was factual, just like the argument you made earlier that night. He loved you, you loved him, but maybe your paths shouldn’t have intertwined when they had.

[eddiesblklvr]

white coded fics be like: “he runs his fingers through your long silky hair, massaging your scalp until you fall into a deep slumber”

my black ass, my head wrap, and my bonnet:

[marleyybluu]

Baby Daddy

Pairings: Fezco x black!reader

Warnings: swearing, sexual content, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2.5k

this is from my old account too so if you see this and you're like "Hey this is familiar" its because its me babe

"When are you going to start dating again?" Kay asked her friend. YN rolled her eyes and fed her 8-month-old child a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes. "Sage can you tell your aunty I'll knock her right tooth to the left." The little girl oblivious to the conversation only whined for more food.

"Come on, look, you've been out of the dating pool since you got pregnant since you and... he who shall remain nameless-"

"Girl, just say Fez." 

"YN don't you miss having some fun, flirting with whoever just to get bored and ghost them in like a week?"

YN missed having fun in terms of going on dates with whoever she wanted to and accepting gifts from whoever gave them to her and on the occasion just having a drunken one-night stand but she was a mother now, things had been put into a different perspective. She wouldn't mind dating but she knew what it was like out there, not a lot of people were up to play step-parent or wait around until her child went to sleep.

"Or are you still hung up on you know who?"

YN's baby daddy was no stranger to being the topic of conversation, he was a steady fling— occasionally going on trips together, going to hotels, planning cute little dates, going on double dates, and he even met her parents. But something just prevented them from putting this title on things and as deep as she was falling for him she never let him know. Soon she was pregnant and they agreed to co-parent, it was all smooth sailing but watching him be a father made her yearn for a relationship with him. A solid one.

"No, I'm not still hung up on him," She lied. "Even if I was... could you blame me? I mean you saw the way he treated me as if I was his whole solar system and seeing him with Sage. It just makes everything deeper."

"You two are so complicated, you were the one who said you don't date-"

"Well, that was before I met him!" She shouted. YN took a deep breath. "Kay... you don't know how he makes me feel, gosh I mean when I was pregnant there was no hesitation he was so happy, he wanted me off my feet when I started showing, he put me on this pedestal that I don't know if anyone can make me experience again."

The doorbell rang cutting into their conversation, YN asked her friend to go answer and she did swinging the door open revealing the man of the hour as if they summoned him by accident.

"Hey, Fezco." She heard from the kitchen. "Speaking of the devil," YN muttered. Heavy footsteps trailed inside the kitchen. "Hey YN."

"Hi, Fez."

Sage instantly started to kick her feet when she saw her father come into view. "Hi, my happy baby." He cooed rubbing his nose against hers. "Well, I guess I will leave y'all alone, have some family time. I have some shopping to do."

YN wiped off her daughter's mouth and stood up leaving her with her father. "With who's money?" She asked. Kay shrugged. "Doesn't matter as long as it's not my own. See y'all later."

Kay left the house leaving YN in awkward silence. "So what are you doing here today?" She asked. "I was missing you guys, so I let Ashtray handle shit today." She took a sip of her coffee and sighed sitting around her kitchen island. "Did you eat yet?" He asked. She nodded but he stared at her longer. "Fine, no. But I'm not that hungry anyway."

"You have anything to cook?"

YN groaned. "Fez,"

"I don't want to hear it I'll make something."

There was no point in arguing with him really he would just turn around and do whatever he wanted anyway. The rest of the day was breezy, YN got to finish some work and take a nap while Fezco took care of their daughter. She sat in her playpen in front of the television watching some Bugs Bunny he had left on. YN rubbed the sleep out of her eye coming down the steps in a baggy shirt and some socks. She peeped over to see Sage engulfed in the old cartoon and decided to let her be.

She slid into the kitchen and crept behind Fez drawing a line down his back. "Hey." She smiled. "Hi, sleepyhead."

YN laughed. "Thank you for letting me have more than 15 minutes."

"Five hours should do you justice for the week." He joked. She rolled her eyes leaning on the counter to peek at what he was cooking. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this, I owe you."

He shook his head. "You're the mother of my child, carried my little girl for almost ten months, you've done everything for her. You don't owe me anything."

'Why do you have to be so nice?' She said to herself.

YN looked up at him wanting to ask something, maybe confess her feelings, but her doubt got the better of her and she only sheepishly smiled at him before heading to the living room and sitting in the large playpen with her child.

Holding up toys to her face and watching her little hands grab them only to toss them back on the floor. Florian poked his head around the corner grinning as he saw his two girls having their own fun, he tip-toed over. "Room for one more?"

"Of course."

Soon all three were in the playpen. YN felt his arm snake around her pulling her in closer to him, he kissed the top of her head. This was what she wanted, every night, with him and no one else honestly. "Dinner's ready if you're hungry."

"Mmm you know I'll never say no to food."

The three gathered around the table, Sage for her own small portion of the food. They said a little prayer before digging in. YN's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "I swear you make the best steak and potatoes oh my goodness."

"Thank you." He chuckled. The dinner was more a comfortable silence with the occasional random noise from the baby who was covered in mostly mashed potatoes. "Every time I look at her I fall more in love. She's perfect." YN mumbled.

Fez agreed. "We did a great job. Making her and raising her." YN lightly threw her napkin at him for the comment. "It's true, I know you remember." He winked taking a sip of his water. She remembered very well to the point where it would leave a heartbeat in more than one place.

Dinner was done, and Sage had been bathed and put to sleep. YN washed what dishes were left while Fez picked up the toys and packed away the playpen. It was 8 pm and though she didn't wake up too long ago she was ready to go back to sleep. "Well everything is cleaned up, guess that's my cue to go."

She frowned but kept it hidden. "Uh... okay, well thanks again for today I needed the little break."

He nodded. "No problem."

Neither wanted him to go just yet.

"I- um, what if you leave a little later... I have wine." YN felt herself becoming rosy she couldn't believe she was stumbling so much. Fez found it cute though. "Uh, I drove here."

"There's a couch... or an extra room." She flirted. He agreed to her offer setting his keys back down. His eyes were glued to her backside watching her bend down to one of the lower cabinets grabbing the liquor. "Hey there are some glasses somewhere up there can you-" She stood up catching him in the act, her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. "What?"

"Nothing." He shrugged. "Glasses right?" Fez didn't need much of a stretch to collect the glasses. "If we really wanna keep her sleeping we could go in the basement."

"Lead the way."

YN stepped downstairs hearing the door quietly close behind her, she stopped in her tracks seeing the tent made of blankets that she set up one night with Kay. "That's cute." He chuckled. Drinks were poured while they sat up in the tent. "Cheers to a parent's night in." She giggled. "I'll drink to that."

YN picked a movie and laid back against some pillows that were stacked but she felt herself being pulled once again into Fezco's hold, he rested his head on her thighs and she smiled lightly scratching his head with her acrylic nails knowing that was what he liked. As the movie played and more drinks were poured she started to feel the buzz, she couldn't handle liquor like she use to— tingles ran through every inch of her body as her temperature rose.

Fez was feeling the same way, his fingers running up and down her thighs. By this time they switched positions and were both laying down with her as the little spoon. She, not so subtly, pushed back against his crotch her eyes widening feeling his already hard member poking through. His hand moved from her thighs up her torso and under her shirt, his lips pressed against the back of her neck.

"I miss you." He mumbled. She shook her head at the drunken confession. "Mmm, you had too much wine." She hiccuped. "So? A drunk man's words... have... thoughts." YN fell into a fit of laughter. "What the hell was thaaat!?"

He only shook his head, his glossy eyes analyzed her every feature, the little dots of freckles spread across her skin, her full lips forming into a smile. "Fezzy..." She whispered.

"YN." He whispered back. Her low eyes fixated on his full beard. "Do you miss life before Sage?" She wondered. He disagreed. "I love her too much to turn back the clock you know?"

"Mhm."

He closed his eyes. "I miss how close we were though. I miss taking you on dates and shit. I miss pretending like we were in a relationship." 

YN ran her thumb over his cheek. "I think you were the only one I wanted a real relationship with," She admitted. "Why do you think I trapped you?" 

"Shut up." He mumbled pulling her face closer until their lips touched for the first time in quite a long time and it was a feeling that was well overdue. Soon the movie was just background noise, clothes were coming off piece by piece, kisses filling in their places, and warm hands exploring their bodies like it was the first time they met. YN wrapped her legs around his hips, her nails digging into his soft flesh, her soft moans caressing his ear. 

He grunted burying his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder leaving kisses behind. "Oh my goodness... Fez." She breathlessly whispered while tapping his back. "Oh, baby I'm gonna cum." 

His tongue slithered against her warm neck tasting her salty skin, sweat coating both bodies. "Cum for me, please cum for me, baby." 

Yn felt her legs loosen their grip allowing him to thrust harder, she let out a long groan her nails sliding down his back leaving faint red trails. Her orgasm took over her whole body causing her to shake and shiver, to reach down between them in a weak attempt to push him off but he wasn't going anywhere he loved watching her mouth form that 'O' shape, his name repeatedly slipping from her, her perfect eyebrows coming closer together, the eye contact was the cherry on top of it all. 

"Shit." She giggled out of breath. "You okay?" He chuckled passing his thumb over her chin. "Yes." Her cheeks started to feel warm. 

Fez rolled over on his back letting out an exhausted sigh picking up the phone to check the time. "1 am, wow."  He put the phone down seeing Yn now on top of him her hands laying on his chest, her soaked pussy sliding against his shaft, she whimpered at her sensitive clit's contact with the vein he had poking out. She lifted her hips taking his dick into the palm of her hand so it stood straight up and slowly sank down on it. 

"Baby..." He moaned feeling engulfed in her warmth and slickness. "Can't take anymore?" She flirted rotating her hips. "Mmm don't start that, I always make you tap out." 

YN didn't answer only lifted back up to his tip and carefully back down, she repeated her actions until she was comfortable enough to go a bit faster. She rode that man like a horse, helped that he was hung like one too, his hands had a hard grip on her cheeks spanking them once in a while hard enough in the hopes to leave a print. She leaned down resting her upper body on his and still moving up and down on him. "Fuck it's so deep." She muttered. "Yeah?" Fez wrapped his arms around her waist holding her down, he began to match her motions. 

"Ouu I- mmm fuck I hate that." She giggled knowing she felt the complete opposite. Soon her body gave out letting Fez take over with his relentless pounding, she whimpered reaching back to push against his thighs but was denied when he collected her arm trapping it under his initiating the same on the other side. "Take that shit, I told you I always make you tap out." 

She really had no choice but to lay on his chest she wiggled her upper body as much as she could but there was no point. "Fezzz." She whined, her eyes falling to the back of her head. "I'm gonna cum YN." 

"Cum in me daddy, please." 

Fez felt her pulsing around him only for it to trigger his own orgasm, his thrusts became slow and sloppy as he emptied himself inside of her. He released his grip on her leaving her to lay lifelessly on her, out of breath, officially tapped out for the night. "You telling me to cum in you will never get old."

She smirked. "It won't be the last time either." 

The moment was interrupted by their original outcome from the last time she made that statement, baby cries over the monitor that YN had left in the basement because she always forgot the other one upstairs. "And there she goes." 

YN cleaned up from the sink nearby and stole Fezco's shirt to cover her body. "Really?" 

"Yuuup." She laughed running up the stairs to her daughter's room to see the infant kicking and wailing. "Okaaay mama I'm here." 

She sighed carrying her back to the master bedroom seeing Fez in his boxers laying on her sheets. "I don't think she's hungry, just fussy." He watched as she carefully laid down with the baby laying on her chest. He scooted over to get closer and kissed her cheek, he placed his hand on Sage's back as she slowly calmed down and was soon back to being quiet.  

"I love you guys." 

Yn looked over at him. "We love you too." 

don't we love when she posts on a random day in the week after saying she only does weekends? lol

New Rio fics dropping this weekend fr tho and if I don't do it shiiiiiit don't shoot the messenger

taking a break from Miss Ivy (but if you are a curious cat and would like to take a read come through) and diving back into my other boys

if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs help and are very appreciated each time (even tho tumblr wont let me respond to comments for some stupid reason.)

Be cool🤙🏾

[littlemelaninfics]

WE NEEEDDDDD ROUGH FEZCO!

I feel like Fez isn't super affectionate in public

Sure he'll kiss your temple and sqeeze your hip, but that's about it

Until...

Let's just say that you fucked up without realizing you fucked up

A guy at a party got a little too flirtatious and after being warned once, he had to lay the guy out

With his warning came yours so when he gave you the look above, you knew to follow

You would apologize and try to make your case the whole way home, but he was slient until he just told you to shut the fuck up

And you did just that

Once in the privacy of your own home, however, all hell would break loose

Fezco. Tagged. That. Ass

He's not into belts, he likes the intimacy of hand to skin contact and the shape of them would be all over your backside

At this point you're begging for forgiveness and you think he's granted you mercy when he lets you off his lap, but no

"On the bed."

"Daddy, please. I said I was sorry."

He wouldn't have to say anything, just give you a look

I feel like he's into slight humilation, so you're definitely swallowing some of his sweet mouth nectar for even entertaining that other guy

He would bury himself to the hilt inside of you, lurching your body forward and you would cry out and immediately

You clench around his thickness as he wasted no time in pounding you into submission

You were his.

You could hear him grunt every time you slammed into you, the weight of his balls slapping against your sensitive bud.

One arm pinned your neck to the mattress and the other had a deathly grip on your hip to ensure he filled you entirely

You could only moan and whimper as your body rocked in tune with his thrusts. Tears of ecstasy and quite honestly fear escaped the corners of your eyes as your mouth hung open

‘’Feel how tight you are around me. Your pussy was made for me,’’ he growled, watching his cock disappear around your tight folds

"This is my fucking pussy."

You helpless and forced to take it allwas something he’d never get tired of seeing. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that you were tighter than the first time he took you.

He stopped thrusting for a second, reveling in the feeling of your walls throbbing around him; matching the hiccups of your moan-y sobs. He could’ve cum right there, but he wanted this to last. You had to learn not everyone is your friend

He was going to get through to you even if he had to fuck you until you passed out

[thatblackravenclaw]

A Little Domestication (blurb)

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

Fezco x Black!fem!reader

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

Word count: 601

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

“May I help you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fezco Masterlist | Los Angeles

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 3. Fezco

A/N: I always loved writing for fez so here’s a cute moment from me to y’all this fall season + I can’t wait to see Angus’ unreleased films—just saw a trailer for one the other night 🧡

PROMPTS are from here + I’m using: back to school/university + studio ghibli + “here take this!” “It’s a white sheet.” “Yeah, put it on.”

WARNINGS: language + doing weird couple things inspired by the fall season? :)

<- read my previous october prompt here.

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾

He’s all open arms with a duffel bag on his shoulder, dark auburn hair grown out a bit from the usual buzz cut, single gold chain shining underneath the evening light, and when he catches your eye, seated on the top of the table outside on this fall Friday night, laughing it up with most of your new friends he can’t help but to smile at the sight. Fez was proud to see that most of the worries that you once had about lacking friends at college seemed to be a thing of the past.

“If they don’t see how special you are then fuck ‘em, you don’t need them. And you always got me and ash, remember that. I’ll even slide through and sit in on a class if you want me to.” He often told you when you weren’t having the best days adapting to your new environment, which was a hour and some change away from east highland and you knew Fez always means what he says. He’s always ten toes down for you and the feeling was surely mutual. However Fez wasn’t much of a school person himself preferring street smarts over anything but he never steered you away from getting your education, even when you wanted to give up but he knew you were never serious. It was of course sweet to hear Fez say these things but it didn’t completely erase the feeling when you’re out here on your own dealing with social anxiety. You had to do what you had to do and that’s on Tommy pickles!

It’s only been close to two months since you were back in school.

Taking a gap year—or two after graduating high school to figure out what you truly wanted to do, which did include working since your parents weren’t having you sitting around for a year not doing shit. Thankfully they allowed you to focus on your studies and you didn’t have to work throughout high school a couple years back. That gap turned into two with you going through two jobs and settled on a third before you took your chances again with UCLA.

Y’all don’t want to hear all the details but you made it back around to school at twenty, dreading the thought at the beginning and a little bit more once you set foot inside these huge classrooms but at least you kinda had a better idea of a major now than at eighteen. The dread kicked in even more because it always felt like you were behind especially when you talked to some classmates that were a little younger and more guided. The stress actually had you crying about it to your boyfriend fez over lengthy phone calls and FaceTimes more than with your own parents, who did check in, but you felt like they just didn’t get it.

To see Fez here unexpectedly had your heart thudding in your ears and you wasted no time, jumping off the table to run into Fez’s arms.

“Wassup ma? You miss me?”

“Always.” You nuzzled your head against Fez’s cheek, who chuckled, circling one arm around your body, tugging you right to his.

When you finally broke apart, you felt your eyes burning as you gripped his face just staring at him.

“C’mon man, you got time to drool over me later.”

Which made you playfully roll your eyes before intertwining your fingers with his, Fez giving your hand a gentle squeeze before you pulled him over to briefly introduce him to the friends you made. He was exactly what they were all expecting and they approved, although fez didn’t get the chance to put his stamp on them face to face because you were pulling him away to head back to the dorms.

“Hey! Make sure you put the scrunchie on the door for me!” Your roommate, Jasmine called out to you while the rest let out a chorus of ooo’s, which made Fez give a faint dimpled grin with you shaking your head.

Fez said from behind you as you practically dragged him through the leaf covered campus, “oh word? That’s what y’all be on here? I’m finna come up here every weekend then.”

Scoffing you slowed to walk beside fez instead, enjoying the feeling of him being beside you again. It was hard when you’re used to being around someone if not every day then every other day. Sure you ended up with one best friend during your senior year—that wasn’t fez but she was also one of the ones that always knew what they wanted to do with their lives. As soon as graduation hit, you spent maybe a few days out of the summer together before she started spending her time hanging out elsewhere with other people that decided to do the same schooling as her instead during the end of summer. Then she was gone off to college abroad on a ship with those said friends, yeah that shit must be real nice!! but you were always prone to motion sickness.

But hey! At least you still followed each other on Instagram and you liked each other’s photos from time to time. There really wasn’t any beef, that’s just the way life goes sometimes. You fall out of sync with old friends; although your mind starts to play tricks on you, making you question if the friendship was ever really genuine or just temporary. Nonetheless you tried to get over that as you welcomed new people in your life and they accepted you in return.

You still never planned on forgetting about Fergus O’Carroll, even if your brain tried.

“I see somebody’s ready for Halloween and shit,” Fez comments after dumping his bag on the desk chair, then moving back to the center of the dorm room to spin the hanging witch from the light on the ceiling.

Plopping down on your side of the room you sigh, “that’s all Jas’ doing. She basically forced me to get in the spooky spirit with this blanket and stuffed pumpkin. Otherwise than that, all these decorations are her doing. We both know I’m more of a Christmas person.”

“That’s coo though, ain’t nothing wrong with that. You like what you like.” Fez shrugged before hopping up on the bed with you, “although I must admit, I packed my road dog, Chucky with me.”

Fez and Ash loved Halloween for as long as you’ve been in their lives. “Child’s Play,” happened to be one of many of their favorite horror movies, which also didn’t surprise you as much when it came down to the deranged shit talking redhead of a doll. They got a kick out of him and Ash even tried to prank you seasons ago, dressed up as such one night when you fell asleep on their couch cramming for a test the next day, that’s until you pranked him right back during his prank; by faking unconsciousness deciding that you were getting sick of his pranks after awhile.

You showed that little shit but it was always all love.

Shoulder to shoulder, Fez bumped yours making you laugh a bit after you kicked off your shoes.

“So you’re here.”

“Shit, I think so.” Fez slowly blinked at you, patting all over his torso before the both of you laughed into each other’s faces, “yeah, happy to be here wit you.”

You’re scratching at his beard, then running your fingertips over the growth of hair on his head, to scanning the soft freckles all over his skin until you’re leaning forward to press a kiss right to his lips. Fez licks his bottom lip when you pull away, resting his hand right on your thigh now, “damn that little kiss is all I get? It’s been like twelve-fifty days since I last saw you.”

“That doesn’t sound right but I believe you,” you laughed still caressing his jaw before placing your lips right back on Fez’s.

It seems as if all the stress of whatever maybe going on in your lives burns away with the both of you in each others faces again. Phone calls can only get you so far and you knew Fez was busy getting to the bag while you were getting to the books. Yes those were his words, not yours. However you still made time for each other the best way you knew how, after all this relationship was not something either of you imagined letting go of.

“I’d say put the hair tie on the door but nature is currently doing its thing.” You whispered to fez, after the both of you broke apart to bring some air back into your lungs.

Fez squeezed your hip, “don’t even worry about it, I’m fine doin’ whatever you wanna do.”

“Movie night?”

“Right up my alley, what you thinking?”

A slow smile split over your lips then as you met Fez’s lighter eyes and he already knew as the both of you echoed, “Studio Ghibli.”

That’s how the two of you ended up, backs against propped up festive pillows by the wall for cushion, spiderweb black fleece blanket tossed over your laps, laptop stand placed on a side table you dragged to the center of the room, debating on which out of the batch to watch. You were aware that, “Grave of the fireflies,” was Fez and Ash’s movie to watch together along with their own personal favorites on the side and you also had your own so you both tried to come to terms with another.

As the intro to, “Howl’s moving castle,” began you jumped up, pausing it and alerting a low-lidded fez immediately.

He couldn’t even get to ask what you were doing, as you jumped off the bed and crouched down underneath the bed, dragging something out beneath it to dig through before you stood back up with a huff.

“Here, take this!”

Fez took the material from you, confusion digging into his brows, “Issa white sheet.”

“Yeah, put it on.” You motioned with your hands while fez lightly shook his head at you.

You moved back to your roommate’s side of the room, flicking her candy corn lights on while fez questioned, “for why tho?”

“We’ve been missing out on doing coupley things this fall being away from each other so… maybe now I’ll be in the mood.”

“So what we are gonna be? Two snuggling ghosts?”

Thinking about it for a second with a tilt of your head, you nodded as you picked up the second sheet, “yeah, I guess so.”

You slip the sheet on first, your eyes and mouth picking out of the two holes Fez wasn’t aware were even cut into the sheets until he rolled the other sheet around, “Yo?! Where’d you go?”

Groaning you held out your arms towards fez who slid the sheet over himself as well. “Oh that’s better, now I can see your sexy ass again.”

Posing for him underneath the sheet, you laughed after awhile before sitting right next to him again, covering yourselves back with the spiderweb blanket before letting your hands disappear again.

“You comfy?” Fez asked.

“Much better now,” you replied tucking your head into Fez’s sheet covered shoulder, thankfully because that vibrant wool sweater surely would itch the mess out of your skin.

It’s happened before! You still loved your man down but it had to be said—or thought?

Silence filled the dorm until Fez cleared his throat, “now how we supposed to watch the movie when you done paused it and your hands vanished, Casper?”

“Watch and learn my powers Stretch,” kicking your foot out, you attempted to point your toe to tap on the space bar like the bow wow meme but the stand the laptop was on happened to be a little too close on the edge of the night table, slipping right off and onto its side on the carpet.

Fez snorted, “your ghost powers suck, bro.”

Ready to retort, three knocks at the door halted you in doing so as they sounded along with a brief pause before it became unlocked, revealing a Afro haired jasmine standing in the door way peeking through the open gaps of her fingers.

“…not what I was expecting but whatever floats your boat!”

“Listen, I know this maybe weird as hell right now but it’s just us.” Fez spoke while Jasmine shrugged her shoulders, heading to her wardrobe to peel her jacket off.

“Oh this is a complete no-judgement zone from me, believe that! You can ask how many times they found me in here doing weird shit of my own. Please don’t let me interrupt, carry on.” Jasmine answered, pressing her hands on her hips afterwards.

Fez nodded.

You blinked, “jas…can you do us a huge favor?”

She deeply exhaled, “Are you gonna kick me out now because you want to have sex with the ghost sheets on?”

Fez raised his brows at that…you could never say your roommate wasn’t upfront about anything.

“What? No. Could you pick up my laptop for me and press play for us, please? Movie night got a little delayed.”

Jasmine sighed with relief, “oh hell yeah. Thank god because I did not want to crash at Anita’s again, she’s been farting and sleep talking like crazy lately and I have to get up for work in the morning.”

She moves through the room, picking it up and balancing it in the center of the table top and winks at you two. She halts over the spacebar suddenly asking the ginger in the room, “so fez…what do you think of our humble abode?”

“It’s straight. Knew it would be with the whole warning on the front door.”

“Right answer! Next year I plan on sneaking animatronics in here and scaring the poop outta people as soon as they enter, regardless of what Ilian says, our cute ass RA.” Jasmine beams before hitting the spacebar, “I’m gonna head down to the showers and I’ll be back in a bit. Enjoy your movie night love—ghost birds? Yeah that sounds good. I’m gonna write that down and revisit that for my creative writing class.”

Both you and fez watch as jasmine closes her eyes briefly and turns a makeshift key to the side of her temple before grinning. Mumbling to herself she goes through the room collecting her things to exit, leaving the two of you alone again.

“…and she says we’re doing weird shit when she does things like that?” Fez pointed making you snicker.

“She’s just different, a true Aquarius. Real smart though. Let’s not judge her since she didn’t judge us in our ghost glory.” you told fez from underneath the sheet who lifted his shoulders in surrender.

He wasn’t, “I swear I’m not. I’m just a guest observing it all.”

“Not uh, you’re home with me.”

“Well shit, let me get out these pants then and get real comfortable!”

“Nobody wants to see those hairy chicken legs.”

“Whoa, stop the cap! We know as soon as the temp drops tonight you’re gonna be playing footsies with me to keep warm.”

He’s not wrong but Fez didn’t have to be so loud about it.

Sighing you placed your head back against fez’s shoulder and he moved to rest his right on yours. Together you turned your attention back to the movie playing on the laptop, enjoying each others company like you never left.

Fez suddenly murmurs from beside you, “I love you, scholar.”

Your response was instant hearing the teasing but heart felt nickname, “And I’ll love you even more tomorrow, lucky.”

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾

Continue with my October anthology prompts here.

[fxllfaiiry]

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐞𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 <𝟑

✧.* 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

Enhanced senses - @anki-of-beleriand​​​​

Coffee Stain - @randomshyperson​

˗ˏˋ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩

The Archer - @waitimcomingtoo​

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞​

Adore You - @oreosmilkshakes​

Don’t Be A Fool - @stephens-heart​

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Scrunchie - @devilish-mirage​

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

treacherous - @elgrandeavocados​​

˗ˏˋ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦! 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

I Know That Voice - @stylesparker​

˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

You're Hurting But I Am Here - @houseofwm​

✧.* 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬

˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐛𝐢-𝐖𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐢

senate luxuries - @clints-lucky-arrow​

soft and honeyed - @dolce-peach 

​ ˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧

The Softness Among Stars - @honeymandos​

reverence - @dindjarindiaries​

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐨𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧​

The F-Word - @the-little-ewok​

˗ˏˋ 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧 ​

Dad!Kylo - @feed-the-rats​​

✧.* 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬

˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

pay up - @s1ater​​

promise - @jjs-bitch​

Goodmorning Sunshine - @lovelyjj​

Side to Side - @ghostselena​

✧.* 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

Pretty girls shouldn't have to cry - @cryonme​

pick me - @fanatictypist​

Blurb - @spideyheart​

cause i don’t want you like a best friend - @evermoreal​

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

she's a fighter - @stylesparker​

Second Choice​ - @messers-moony​

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

Sore loser - @robynlilyblack​

˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

best friend’s sister - @eddiesbug

Blurb <3 -  @↑

✧.* 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝

Wisteria - @boldlyvoid​

Heartbeat - @theonewiththefanfics​

✧.* 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧

˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧

A HUSBAND’S DUTY - @velvetcloxds​

caught my eye - @mirclealignr​

Ruined - @strawberriescherrieskiwi​

the inn - @sargeant-bxrnes​​

✧.*  𝐄𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨

temptation & retribution - @sargeant-bxrnes​

My Boys - @sublimecatgalaxy​

✧.* 𝐃𝐂 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬

˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞​​

Fashion Statement - @univemma​

How Do I Look? - @vigilvntes​

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

I wont drown, batman - @twinklelilstarkey​

sure as hell not jesus (but you’re saving me) - @greenorangevioletgrass​

✧.* 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬​

Your versions - @xreader-writing​​

façade - @stvrchaser​

✧.* 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧​

you belong with me - @peterbenjiparker 

​sweet - @katsu28​

˗ˏˋ  𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Cherry Blossom Colored Kisses - @queers-gambit​

Cat People - @loveronlineee​

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲​

come up short - @munsster​ 

Heartbeat - @outerspacebisexual​​

˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫

Pretty Girl - @songs4themoon​

[mjlovescm]

15- Snowflakes, 🍋

Completed, 30 chapters, “Grey” Fezco O’Neill x black fem reader

Content- nsfw, edging, p in v sex, clit rubbing. 

"Oh shit." Rue said, walking into your room. "You actually cleaned it." she was talking about her room.

"I told you I would."

"Yea, I know, but I didn't like actually believe you."

She took a seat on your bed and grabbed the stuffed that Fezco had won you at the carnival.

"You talk to Fez since the raid?"

Her tone is casual, but there's a hint of concern in her voice.

"No, but the police didn't find anything." You said, voice matching hers.

She nods and presses her lips together, and you can tell that there's more Rue wants to say. She plays with the bear for a moment before turning to you.

"I know whatever you and Fez have is complicated and kinda fucked up because of me-."

"Rue, it's not your faul-" You quickly try to tell her, but she speaks over you.

"But it's not gonna like trigger me if you guys get back together." Rue half jokes, trying to ease the sudden seriousness of the conversation. "I know you miss him. Plus, I doubt Fezco has like moved on. He never stops talking about you."

She waves the bear in your face as a sign of his commitment to you, regardless of your official title. You roll your eyes playfully, but your lips hold an embarrassingly genuine smile and take the bear from her. You set it in your lap of and for some reason try to think of an argument against

what she was suggestion, but you didn't know why. Rue was quite literally giving you the green light, but still that instinct to put her first was there.

"I don't-" You pause, unsure of your words. "I don't wanna be a bad sister, Rue. I just- I wanna keep you safe." Your words were raw and you spoke sincerely.

"Thank you." She says your name with the kind of softness you haven't heard from her since you were little kids. "I am safe, and you'll always be a good sister for trying to keep me that way. You and Fezco mean a lot to me, and so does you being happy."

Rue gives you a smile before returning to her room. You sigh and throw your head back, lying flat on your bed with the big stuffed bear lying on you. Gripping like you do before you sleep, you take a breath and let the weight lift from your shoulders. The crossroads seemed to come together as one. And the path lead where you knew it always would.

As a senior, you felt sorta obligated to go to any and every school event, considering that it would be your last chance. At first, you didn't want to go, but truthfully, you couldn't miss the opportunity of seeing Jules and Rue dance together. You weren't completely sure how you felt about her or them together, or even if they were actually together. But Rue cared a lot about her, you just hoped that Jules felt the same way. Walking through the school gym behind them, you smiled as you took in the decorations.

After the three of you found an empty table, you were quickly joined by Cassie, Lexi, and Maddy And eventually Kat. You all greeted and Complimented each other, but there was a clear unspoken separation between you, Maddie and Kat. None of you had spoken since Cassie's McKay dilemma. In all honesty, you weren't really too focused on the two of them, or anyone at the dance for that matter. This year's winter formal would be your first without a date freshman and sophomore year Fezco took you and Junior he who shall not be named did. And yet you were only daydreaming about one of them. Your mind lingered around the idea of him being here. You laughed to yourself at the thought of dancing on him to some song that was definitely too inappropriate for highschoolers. But soon it turned into a sigh and a new thought appeared. Swaying back and forth to the slow music, pressing your head to his chest and just being held.

A notification flashes your phone, you blink and suddenly the fantasy is gone. It was Rue telling you her and Jules were leaving. If it was the beginning of summer you would have maybe freaked out and checked her location to follow her, but right now you didn't really feel the need to. You trusted Rue, and the fact that she told you meant she trusted you too. Things were different now better. You sent her a quick text before taking a big leap of faith and texting Fezco.

…

"Damn." Fezco comments as you get into his car. "Shit, I see you."

Your glossed lips grow into an ear to ear grin. It's almost embarrassing how giddy he already made you feel.

"Looking all for fine for the school dance, huh. You have fun? " He asks genuinely, his eyes more on you than the road ahead of him.

"Not really." You tell him honestly. "But Rue did, though."

"And why didn't you? I thought you like to dance." Fezco's voice is softer but still carries its natural husk.

"I do, but there was only one person I really wanted to dance with tonight."

Your response is not as ambiguous as you hoped it was, clearly it was pointed at Fezco. He frowns at the thought of him not being there to make your night better. He was occupied with Mouse, but regardless, he still felt bad. Picking up on this, you decided to steer the conversation in another direction.

"But the night ain't over yet, and I really don't feel like dancing no more."

You scan his body up and down, then smile. Before he answers, Fezco does the same.

"Well, what chu feel like doing."

He spoke lowly with a playful teasing tone matching your energy. You shrug and play coy for the rest of the ride. But by the time you got to Fezco's place, you quickly drop the act and make your intentions crystal clear.

"I've been thinkin' bout you all night." You confessed between breathless kisses to Fezco's neck.

He doesn't respond, and instead uses his hand on your jaw to guide your lips to his. He kisses you with a need, a hunger you hadn't felt from anyone except him. It shoots a heat through you, and you stumble a bit as you both walk to Fezco's room. He catches you with his free hand, hooking it around your waist and holding you close to him.

"I got you, baby." He whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss to your jaw, and you hold back a moan.

The two of you were all over each other giggling, laughing and stumbling on the way to Fezco's room. Your dress already unzipped and Fezco's large hands already under it. Gripping at your ass and thighs. Somehow you managed to make it to the room without alerting Ashtray and immediately your dress falls to the floor.

Pulling away from Fezco, you sat on his bed and gave him a moment to admire your body. It had been such a long time since you and him were like this. The last two times you had sex with him were more spur of the moment things fuelled admittedly by alcohol or weed, and that's not what you wanted you and Fezco to be anymore. It's not what you and Fezco ever were or would be.

"All night huh."

Fezco says with a smirk, his cheeks dusted with a darkening pink blush. His voice was deeper than it was in the car, rougher. Quickly, he discards his tracksuit and meets you on the bed.

"All … night." You repeat with a tilt of your head, running your hands over Fezco's now bare chest. "Longer than that, actually."

You take a moment to feel him, and he does the same. It feels different, almost new, but certainly far too familiar. It was like your mind had memorized every small detail of him, every freckle or beauty mark, every scar. All of him was carved on the inside of your mind in a place one but him could reach. You could blame it solely on memory, but you both knew it was more.

Brining his hand to your face Fezco cups your cheek leaning into his touch you give his palm a kiss. He smiles and moves the hand to the back of your neck before pulling you into a kiss. You gasp, but it's caught between each other's lips. With his free hand on your. Taking his free hand off your ass, Fezco hooks it under your thigh and pulls your body closer to his with a grunt, leaving your leg atop his parted from the other one.

A light sparks within you, and you whine as Fezco cups your pussy. He applies pressure gently to your clothed clit, and instinctively you grid into his hand, already desperate for more. The cool air hits your face and the warmth of Fezco's lips find a new home at the base of your neck.

"F-fez." You moaned.

"I know." He mumbles against your sensitive skin. "I know baby."

He intensified his movements, his lips traveling at the same pace as his palm. Slow deep circles matching the strong sucks and light bites send waves of pleasure crashing through your lower stomach. Shamelessly, you lose yourself in the moment and let the feeling grow stronger without any interruptions. Fezco chuckles lightly, and you laugh in response, but it cruelly twists into a sharp gasp and stuttered moan.

Pulling you closer to climax, Fezco whisper dirty little nothing's into your ear. Teasing and conflicting you.

"Just like that." He coaxed, falsely guiding you towards the edge while simultaneously keeping you from it. "Not yet. Not without me." He groaned.

Fezco knew edging was a challenge for you. Your body and mind went against each other, so ultimately the choice was his, and he knew this. But instead of reveling his choice early Fezco rather watch you try to choose of for yourself. Undecided, your hips squirm into and away from his touch, pushing and pulling yourself back and forth, stuck atop that mountain of pleasure and need. And even when you did make the decision to fall off the edge, Fezco throws you back down that hill. He pulls his hand away and the lack of him hits you quick instantly. Before you can react another feeling hits, completely taking over your body, with a harsh smack Fezco brings his hand down to your clit. It catches you off guard and your reaction is immediate, you gasp and attempt to close your legs, but Fezco keeps them open.

"All night." Fezco teases with a cocky smile. "I got you thinking bout me all night, huh. Sitting in that cute ass dress waiting for me."

He continues to work your overstimulated clit with his palm, and you struggle to respond with anything that isn't a broken moan. He laughs at the interesting sound that leaves you, and your heart swells. Your lips can't help but to grow into a hazy smile. Fezco's hand leaves where it was and gently trails up your body, the mood shift to something more peaceful. Hooking his index finger under your chin, he moves your head to better face him before Fezco kisses you.

"I been thinking bout you for a long time." He admits against your lips before away.

You sigh opening your eyes already you miss the feeling. Rolling your tongue over your bottom lip, you try to hold onto what's left of it. It was confusing, even though you were both present and both of your minds were clear. Even though you just being here ensured that things would go back to the way they were before. That fog of confusion and uncertainty still hung over you.

The snap of Fezco undoing your bra instantly clears your mind, and you're met with Fezco's gaze. Those beautiful light blue eyes of his you were sure you'd looked into at least a million times by now. But still every time felt brand new, this one especially. There was just something about looking at someone and seeing everything you could be and everything you were.

"A long time, huh." You joke.

Fezco's chuckles and smiles a toothy grin.

"Longer than that, actually."

He copies your previous words, and you laugh as your head falls onto his shoulder. Fezco wraps his arms around you and falls back on the bed before flipping you onto your back. Leaving him between your parted legs.

"I don't know why you laughing at me, you the one who said it first." He says, pressing his lips to your jaw.

"I'm not laughing at you." You tell him, still laughing but no at the feeling of Fezco's lips on your sensitive skin.

He continues to shower you with kisses as they grow less and less gentle. Fezco releases you from his arms and grips your hips with his hands. Giving them a generous squeeze before pulling them to his with a groan. You gasp and moan at the sudden feeling of Fezco's dick pressing into you. Truly, it caught you by surprise, you'd both been so focused on you that you hadn't realized Fezco was even hard. But now that you were aware, you pushed in, wrapping your legs around him before happily grinding and causing him to take a sharp inhale.

"You somethin' else." Fezco comments, and you smile, taking it as a compliment.

Swiftly, he unwraps your legs and takes your underwear off for you before simply pulling his to his knee's. A cold shiver ran through the both of you as Fezco teases your entrance with his tip. Collecting the result of his edging before stroking himself for a moment. You were both a bit worked up, so it all happened a bit quick. Fezco bottoms out with ease and soft moans, as always he gives you a second to get used to the feeling before moving. But after that he gave you no breaks Fezco picks up a quick pace and keeps his thrust deep shooting pleasure through both of your bodies with every rock of his hips.

"Damn, you feel good." Fezco whispers. "Fuck, I miss this."

His words only add to the complete ecstasy of the moment. God, you missed him, missed this. Every little and large detail. The light, easily ignorable or even unnoticeable feeling of Fezco's gold chain hitting your face as he fucks you. The tickle of his bread as his lips press to your ignited skin. You could feel release speeding towards you, Fezco pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His name spewed from your lips like a broken faucet. Flowing over and over nonstop.

"There you go, there you go." Fezco whimpers, encouraging you through your impending orgasm, knowing his would come less than a second later.

The familiar feeling grows strong and stronger. Wrapping your arms around him, you beg. Beg for him to right there with you. To keep you pinned under him like this, to stay like this forever if it meant never leaving this moment. Your orgasms came and went as they always do, yes you were left feeling satisfied but for some reason more than that you were left feeling exhausted physically, emotionally. And ironically even empty.

"Can we stay like this for a minute." You ask. Beg. Plead with Fezco, who you still hadn't let go. "Please."

He doesn't respond, he isn't sure how to. His instinct was to comfort you any way he could and staying in this position cradling your head and kissing sweet unspoken promises to your skin was at this moment the right way to do it. First your left cheek then right, then forehead and lastly your chin.

Balance and stability.

Fezco's small pink bag had really come in handy tonight. Sex with makeup on was never a good idea, and right now yours was hanging on by a very thin thread. Quickly you cleaned your face then washing and moisturizing it before meeting Fezco in his bed. You climbed into bed next to him, and sleepily he presses a kiss to your forehead. Fezco wraps his arms around you, humming at the contrasting feel of your body on his now and compared to just a few minutes ago. You both say goodnight and there's a beat of silence. Nothing but calm breaths and synchronized heart beats for the one sweet moment, but Fezco could tell there was still more left for you to say, and truthfully there was. You and Fezco were definitely something good, great even, but you weren't some fairy tale. Just because you kissed and "made up" didn't mean that everything could just be swept under the rug. You both wanted to move forward, and conversations like this was how you made it happen. But regardless of the importance or even need of the talk, you were still hesitant on having it.

"You gon tell me what's wrong, or we just gon lay here all night."

You sigh at Fezco's words, hoping he couldn't feel the tension you felt.

"I love you, Fez." You start off on a good foot, but no time getting straight to point. "And I promise that you mean the world to me, but Rue gets into some shit and I find out it has anything to do with you, I'm never gon speak to you again. And I'm definitely not letting you anywhere near Rue."

The words leave your mouth much easier than you thought they would, it wasn't much of a threat, but it was definitely a promise. You were redrawing a line that Fezco had already crossed in hopes of moving forward together. But more important, you were setting a boundary and letting him know what would happen if he broke it.

Next chapter ;)

All chapters :)

[nai2tact]

𝐇𝐢 !

𝗜'𝗺 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗶 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗡𝗮𝗶❟ 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀/𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝘃 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀❟ 𝗮𝗹𝗹-𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻❟ 𝗲𝘂𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮❟ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲❟ 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴!

[saintsir4n]

THE MIDAS TOUCH

Fluff:

The wedding

The reunion

Barbenheimer

Angst:

His relly

[funklorde]

Random Fezco smut headcanons/imagines

He LOVES neck kisses from you: knowing that it’s his main turn on you do it when you really want him.

You kiss at his neck sliding your tongue out. That’s when he tells you “what are you doing?“

His fuckin dirty talking is THE BID. He’ll say some shit and it will make you cum then and there.

“fuck. Ride that wave baby. Take my shit.“ he mumbled out while letting his hips go and letting you take what you need.

He has a THANG for possession. He doesn’t really get jealous or insecure but it something about you screaming “it’s yours!“ while he fucks you.

In connections he loves when you say his name.

He’s not into punishments. To rephrase, he doesn’t call them “punishments“. You’ll act a fool and he fuck you into one.

“please! Please baby I’m not gon’ do it no more!” you whine as he continues at your pussy. He hums putting a small slap on your ass. “I’m so sorry baby” you shake lifting your head. He’s not stopping yet.

[marleyybluu]

Better Than Him

Fez x black!fem!reader

Wc: 1k

Sum: Fez is tired of being pushed to the side.

Warnings: Smut with little plot, creampie, unprotected sex (but don't be fkn stupid irl lol), cheating, swearing... I hope I'm not missing any.

sorry for any misspellings this is old and unedited.

Fez watched in amazement at her body movements, her breasts dangling in his face like a treat, he stretched out his tongue licking under her brown areola, she giggled rotating her hips and moving them up and down. She felt so warm wrapped around his shaft, wet and cozy. "Mmm, I love this dick." She moaned egging him on. His hands came down on her backside harshly causing her to hiss in pleasure. Fez dug his fingers deeper into her hips bucking them in the rhythm she created.

"Yn..." He groaned, she leaned down resting on his chest and continuing her actions she dragged her acrylic nail down between his pecks. "Yes baby," She kissed his neck caressing his chin. "Are you gonna cum for me, Fez?"

That seductive, almost begging tone, got to him every time. "I'm cumming for you princess." She bounced on him at a faster pace than he was going chasing her own orgasm knowing it would trigger his own. "Fill me up please, I want it to leak out of me." She whispered, he groaned pumping his warm cream inside her, she constantly squeezed his tip as she came on him mixing their juices together. Yn lazily giggled kissing his chest, she lifted up her hips separating their connection, she could feel that he was still hard. "Ouu he's still hard." She teased. "How do you want me?" Fez moaned at the question. "on your side." She got off of him and plopped on the big bed.

Fez ran his hand up and down her thigh. "You sure you have another round in you?" She nodded and was quickly pulled closer to him and flipped on her side, his warm chest pressed against her sweaty back, he kissed down to her shoulder while guiding his hand between her legs separating them and putting on on his own leg, she could feel his shaft playing between her folds.

Yn hummed at the small contact, gasping when she fully felt him inside her heat. He performed slow thrusts giving her a feel of everything, her walls adjusting with every push. He took his hand reaching over to play with her breasts, gently pinching her nipple. "Fuck... oh, yes." Yn whimpered placing her hand over his digging her nails into his skin. His lips tasted her skin as he kissed the back of her neck. With every stroke came contact of his sac against her clit adding another sensational feeling. "I can feel you drenching me Yn, I make you feel good? Hm?"

"Yes baby, yes, yeeees." She groaned feeling the pit in her stomach build. "I make you feel better than he does don't I?"

Her eyes struggled to stay open. "I know you wanna cum, I want an answer though," Fez said in a deepened and raspy voice. "You fuck me better than he does, so much better," Yn whined, her eyes were stuck to the inside of her eyelids, the white space of her eyeball was only visible. "You love me?"

Fez delivered hard pounds, Yn's hand went to push him back but he told her to move or he'd stop altogether. "You love me?" He repeated.

"Yes I love you, baby, I love you so much. Please can I cum?" She pleaded curling her toes. "Cum for me." His hand moved up to her throat, she grabbed onto his forearm pulling at it not because he was squeezing too tight, but he knew she only held onto him like that when she was cumming hard. He pounded her harder and harder feeling himself about to explode. "Shit... oh shit." Fez moaned filling her up, even more, she smiled feeling it run down her thigh.

They lay in their mess with Fez smothering her in kisses. She was enjoying the attention until her phone buzzed to the beat of her ringtone, she sighed reaching over to see who it was and rolled her eyes seeing her boyfriend's name. "Not gonna answer?" Fez asked with annoyance in his voice. "Do not start this again." It felt like they couldn't have a good time for more than five seconds.

"I'm not starting anything, ma. You fucking know I'll treat you better than him, I already do. So, why is it so hard for you to come and be my girl? Huh?" Truthfully, Fez wasn't one for feeling but Yn had him in a chokehold and he had no intentions of being let go anytime soon. 

The room remained silent, she didn't have an answer for him as to why it was taking so long for her to break up with her boyfriend. Fez took his arm away and freed her from his hold. 

"Fezzy... baby, come on." She pleaded. 

"Nah, you should go, got shit to do anyway." He said pulling up his boxers. Yn sat up staring at him as he walked to the bathroom slamming the door and locking it. She banged her fist into the mattress with frustration, she wasn't going to fight with him tonight so she proceeded to put her clothes on and grabbed her purse from his dresser. She was about to leave the room without saying goodbye but she couldn't find it in her.

Fez heard a soft knock at the door and her small voice behind it. "I mean it when I say I love you, I promise I'll talk to him and... and you know we'll break up and then it's just you and I." Yn babbled rubbing her temples. "Yn, I'm not doing this anymore, you can't be telling two people you love them, you have to be lying to somebody."

"That's not true I love the-the both of you."

Fez swung the door open, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. "Yn, I can't keep doing this shit. You got me ducking and dodging, sneaking around and shit when you know I wanna see you outside of this house." He huffed. "It's either me or him and until you come up with somethin' I'm done." 

"Fezco..." Yn reached out for him but he brushed her off, she stood there in some type of disbelief. "Fine."

Fez didn't look back when he heard her footsteps begin to vanish and the front door slammed hard enough to shake the walls. The last thing he heard for the night was her driving away from him not knowing if he'd see her again. 

I do not condone cheating... but I like to read a little messiness

if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, reblogs and comments are appreciated

peace and love.

tags: @skyesthebomb

[hennyjwrites]

Newly added characters to my writing list

Fezco -euphoria

Nate jacobs - euphoria

Spencer Reid -criminal minds

Derek Morgan -criminal minds

Aaron hotchner - criminal minds

Please make request for these characters guys so I can start asap🤭😁

[multipandombabe]

A Fezco Blurb

A/N: If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know that this shit has been sitting in my drafts since the season 2 premiere and this bitch is STILL not done but it has some good scenes in it that I really want to share and this is one of them...so....enjoy :)

I feel like I should also mention that this about halfway through the fic so a bit of info for more context: the reader is Rue’s older sister (by a year). Because I can never tell when my writer’s block is going to strike just know im going to be posting the whole fic but just in blurbs!

Anyways

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use, crude language 

POV

“I—damn, I’m so…” She hiccuped, “Embarrassed.”

Fez immediately interjected, hands waving her off and everything, “Nah nah nah, none of that.”

Through the blur of her vision she watched as he moved from her flank to the sink across the floor, his hand grabbing at the drying towel on the hook before he turned the faucet on.

“Did you drink?”

In her mind the answer came to her instantly: hell yeah she drank, she had to have been up 4 shots by the time Fezco even showed up, and then the extra 5 that followed to build confidence. But when she tried to say it, to will the simple fucking word off her tongue it just wouldn’t come out. Instead what did follow was a deep gulp because now she was sitting thinking about what an idiot she was to mix brown and clear liquor and it wasn’t the best reminder to her stomach.

“Imma take that as a yeah.” He called back but it seemed to be more of a mumble to himself, still busying about with the sink.

Y/N nodded slowly, so as to not make her even more dizzy, before resting her head against the wall beside the toilet. She was fucked, she was so fucking fucked up.

The sound of the same pair of feet coming back towards her brought a sliver of comfort, even with her eyes closed, she was happy to know (or at least the part of her that was sober) that despite her current predicament it wasn’t scaring Fez off.

Bending down slowly the red head raised the now cold and damp towel to her forehead, pressing it against her clammy skin as gently as possible. She smiled

“Feels.. nice.”

“I know B.” He whispered, lowering the cloth down the side of her face to the crook of her neck, creating rhythmic movements of patting and rubbing. “Aye, but you gotta tell me all the shit you did tonight.”

Y/N groaned, pressing her head even further into the cold tile. Sober Y/N knew this information was important and that she needed to communicate it because she had never been in this scenario before but Fez clearly had and he wanted to help. On the other hand, fucked up Y/N was this close to vomiting again and it was definitely preventing her from wanting to open her mouth.

But Fezco was insistent.

“C’mon Ma, you not gon get no better if I can’t help you.” He mumbled back, pulling the towel off her neck and setting it at his side which only earned another whine from Y/N.

With a shaky hand placed over her eyes so as to think (and block out the bright ass light), the other one pushed her from the wall to sit up straight against the tub behind her. Doing her best to ignore the way her body rocked back and forth she sucked in a deep breath and contemplated.

“I…yeah, I smoked. C-Couple blunts with, friends.” It was a slow paced pack of words but Fez seemed to follow fine, his whole attention still wrapped up in her and only her.

“What else?”

“……Coke, did lines with…, Chrissy and M-Maria.” She breathed, the folds in her forehead rooted up high in her state of deep thinking.

Fezco nodded, “How many lines y’all do?”

It was at this point that she could feel all the energy in her body hitting the 5%-0% range, all of the talking and the thinking running her down almost instantaneously. So with what little strength she had left she slowly raised her hand to reveal two digits, praying that that would be enough.

“Okay okay, well you gon be fine but yo ass is definitely crossed right now.” Raising his hand he nonchalantly moved the loose strand of hair in front of her face and tucked it behind her ear, the heat of his fingertips lingering around the edge of her jawline as he seemed to..hover in that place for just a moment. Until he pulled back.

Sober Y/N made a note to remember that to the very best of her ability.

“You got the spins too and that shits not gon go away until you either finish yo business here in the bathroom and knock or if we sober you up.” He explained, finally sitting down on the floor across from her. “But imma be real with you, you not gon like either option. ‘Specially if this yo first time.”

“Wanna go home.” She whispered, head lulling over to rest on the cold porcelain of the bathtub, the only thing keeping her from slipping straight on her back to the floor. Though at this point that sounded a bit better, probably would feel even better against her damn clammy skin. 

Though eyes nearly shut Y/N could see the way the amber hair angel watched her. There was pity in his eyes-- but not the kind that could tie a person’s guts into a knot from embarrassment, no, this was the kind of pity that showed concern, worry, care. 

Fezco seemed to be contemplating as well, eyes going slightly blank as thoughts quite obviously ran behind them, even taking a moment to rub at the stubble of his beard. 

“You want me to take you?” 

“Yes.”

Probably the most coherent statement she had made in the past hour or so but there was nothing in her that needed any time to ponder over any other sort of options. She didn’t give a fuck about this party anymore, her insides felt like they were burning, the room was beginning to vibrate, and now she had the only person she wanted to show up to this shitshow tending to her. 

Silence seemed to evade the bathroom in its entirety, and it was warm--comfy, a golden hue tinging the sound in a way that wasn’t describable but so familiar, as if they had sat and stared at each other a million times before..whether in this lifetime or maybe a previous one. 

And as Y/N peered at him, holding the eye contact for just one moment more--like she wasn’t fucked up, like she wasn’t clutching every physical thing in her reach to stabilize her, like she wasn’t sweating not because of the alcohol but because the man before her might just be the most goddamn gorgeous person she’s ever seen, she swore, he smiled. 

“Alright I gotchu.” Fez nodded slowly before tossing the wet rag into the sink above them and tucking his phone into his back pocket.  

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A/N: hope you enjoyed! 

[limbo-limbo-limbo]

𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 . * ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　 ˚

. 　 　  ⁺        ⁺ 𝐅𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

. 　 　  ⁺        ⁺ "𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧."

𝘍𝘦𝘻𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

Fez had taken a liking to ○Y/N○. More than a liking, he was in love. He didn't know it, but there was a time she waited for him to sweep her up and tell her that she was his peace, among the chaos that he thought was his life. He never did take that opportunity though. Plus there was nothing he could do about it, she already had someone now.

"Hey Fezco, Hi Rue." Rue wasn't really paying you any mind but she acknowledged your presence with a simple wave, her mind was occupied with her phone. Possibly Jules. You thought. Fez on the other hand, you had his undivided attention, as always whenever you walked through his store, his eyes would never leave you. This was all he could get with you. Little glances.

"You look really pretty today." There it was your smile. He didn’t understand how a human smile could make him feel the way he did. Fez felt like his whole mood was dependent on how you felt that day. If you were happy, he was in complete bliss. Pissed off about work, he was just as annoyed with you. And if you were sad mainly because of your boyfriend, well he wanted to kill the motherfucker.

"T-Thank you Fezco." He looked at you with those puppy eyes as you liked to call them. You didn't mean to stare so long at him without uttering another word, it was just you never really got to look at him. You were an observer, you liked watching people. Made you feel as though you could tell what type of person they were with just their actions when they thought no one was watching them. But with Fez, you could never look at him. Your boyfriend was usually walking around in the store with you, so you tried to only have eyes for him even if you wanted to stare deep into Fez blue eyes.

"You welcome, ○Y/N○...Ash been wondering when you could help him with his English homework, they reading Shakespeare or some shit."

"I'll stop by tonight, just let me run it by Lamar. He doesn't like me to be out so late." Fez noticed how tense you became after you spoke your boyfriend's name. Lamar was a cool dude, before he shipped off to the military he was a complete gentleman, showering you with compliments and helping you with your sister. Yet he changed once he completely had you to himself. He became passive aggressive and rude. Arguments were all you two did now. He never would hit you, but you knew one day he would snap.

"Cool, I'll be waiting by the door. '' Fez didn't know how much you liked tutoring Ash, you thought he was an intelligent kid given shitty circumstances, just like you. Your mama was someone who made a lot of mistakes and her sins damaged you, so when she birthed your sister you stepped up hard to be that motherly figure and you were really trying hard.

"You look very handsome as well, Fezco. I'll see you and Ash later." Taking your chips after he cashed you up. You walked away, you wanted to look behind you and get one more glance at him. Yet you knew better than to. You had a boyfriend, he was a good man. And you cared for him.

"You two are so weird."

"Rue shut the hell up." She chuckled.

"What? You're the one flirting with ○Y/N○, going you look very pretty." She tried mimicking his chill monotone way of speaking which earned a laugh from him. He didn't think he sounded like that.

"I was just telling her she looks beautiful."

"Yeah and you eye fucked her as she walked around this store. Your eyes never left her sight."

"I thought your ass was on your phone."

"I am, I can multitask."

"Me and ○Y/N○ just cool, Rue. She's a good girl and a good friend."

"And you wanna do some unholy things with her. We know she's not happy with Lamar's crazy ass, so when she comes over, show her how much better you would treat her."

"You know when you stop doing drugs, you're a really smart kid. I like the sober Rue."

"Most people do."

✦ ･ . • . • .

"Baby, it's Ashtray. You know how I help him out with his schoolwork. What's your issue? Everytime I tell you something you have to blow up!" You were getting sick of Lamar's jealous behavior. Emotionally you were tired of going through thus with him, he trailed behind you as you tried putting on your slides, getting ready to leave the house.

"I don't give a damn about Ashtray! Fuck that little boy, but I don't want yo ass around hus ginger ass brother. You so fucking clueless to your surroundings, you don't see how he be looking at you."

"I don't care about him having a thing for me, you should trust and respect me to not let him do anything to jeopardize our relationship. You have!"

"Don't bring that shit up again, me and that girl was just a one time thing and I told you I don't love her."

"You might not love her, but you couldn't stay away from her Lamar! I was here being so good to you, do you know how embarrassing it was to hear from my coworker that they saw you? I gotta go, I'm late anyway." You weren't gonna argue with this man anymore. You told him countless times to trust you and he wouldn't take that leap.

"You walk out of this house, yo shit will be outside! I'm not done with you ○Y/N○."

"Throw it out, Lamar. I've been looking for a way to leave your ass." Walking out the apartment door, you texted your sister, telling her to sleep at a friend's house. You didn't want her alone with Lamar, even though he never hurt her. He could and you didn't need to feel guilty if you let her go home that night.

The walk to Fezco house was long and silent as you just were in your thoughts. He stepped out on you deep into your relationship. You two just moved in together and of course him not knowing how to handle living with someone else. There were fights, not explosive fights, yet you two didn’t wanna be around each other.

You remember how excited you were to make it up for him, you always feel like you’re a burden to people so when anything might go wrong, you’re quick to try and make it right even if it’s not your fault. You were in your thoughts thinking up ways to make it up to him, when the look your coworker, Pam gave you, alerted you she knew some shit. She had that look of guilt.

You remember trying to stop any emotion to show, but you cracked and felt a tear flow and told her "it will be handled."

You finally made it to the Fezco front door, you barely touched it before he opened it. His smile really could make you feel good. You wouldn't tell him this, but his lips were your favorite feature to stare at. He just looked like he needed a good kiss from someone.

"○Y/N○! I was thinking you weren't gonna come, Ash been asking me questions like I'm some literature genius." Letting out a laugh, Fez watched you. You wore this green dress blouse that complimented your brown skin neck accompanied with a gold necklace, he could see you weren’t wearing a bra. Which had him blushing, you were the type to come out of the house with your legs the only thing shown. He knew Lamar was the reason behind that.

"Fezco you're like the smartest dude I know, don't play yourself like that." You two just stared at each other, fez didn't really know what to say. A thank you could have worked but he was honestly in bliss.

"Finally you came! Come on, I wanna finish before dinner comes." Ashtray could give a damn about you two flirting with each other right now.

"We'll talk later sweetheart."

"Okay."

✦ ･ . • . • .

"First off everyone knows that Monsters Inc. is the best disney movie, I don't care what anyone says. It’s a classic." You and Ash finally finished his homework and Fez wouldn't let you leave without getting something to eat. He really knew how to make a home cooked meal, he really had to raise himself and Ashtray just like you and your sister.

“Naw sweetheart that movie with the maid looking chick who had the glass slipper, that is a classic.” Fez really liked watching movies, to him it was a nice escape from the shitty environment he was in, and was a good bonding moment for him and Ash. But now it was becoming his chance to know you a little more personally.

“Fezco, are you talking about cinderella? Omg! Baby, that can't be your favorite movie!"

"What! It got a good message."

"What's the message then Fezco?"

"Being a good person will be worth it in the long run. Yeah when shit go wrong, you might wanna give a fuck you to the world. But if you keep your head up and still show kindness to the world and yourself. I feel like prince charming ain't gonna be too far away." You could feel something in your chest swell. You two never really had deep conversations, but you knew when Fez talked, he definitely had something wise to say.

“In a way I feel like you’re cinderella.” Taking your eyes away from the Tv, you had to give Fez a confusing look. To you happy endings were not in your book, even though you longed for it.

“What do you mean?”

“You have a kind soul, despite the shit with your mom. You kept the kind spirit and raised your sister. Prince Charming, you just ain't found him yet.”

“E-Excuse me…” You could feel yourself getting hot, Fezco never spoke his disdain of Lamar out of respect for you and the relationship. But everyone knew they weren’t cool with each other, Fezco thought he was a little bitch with anger issues and Lamar knew how much Fezco wanted you and hated how close you two were.

“I know you’re not happy sweetheart, you don’t think I noticed how out of it you were.”

“Um we just had an argument and I think we’re done with each other.” Fez wanted to smile out of happiness, but he could tell now wasn’t the time to do all that. Would be a dickish move.

“Question is are you gonna go back if he crawls back.”

“I-I don’t know. He’s not a bad guy, he just has some issues but who doesn’t.”

“Well let him go to a fucking therapist, and let him work that shit out himself.” Letting out a slight smile, you listened to what he said. He wasn’t wrong, the thing between you and Lamar has run its course, but somehow you couldn’t just stop wanting to help Lamar through his battles. “I want to be your prince charming ○Y/N○, but I know it won’t be easy to let him go. So I just want you to make the right choice whatever it may be. Imma always rock with you even if you decide fuck us both and you be on your single journey shit.” You let out a laugh.

“Could I stay here for the night, just for tonight.”

“Yeah take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no Fez, I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s really not serious.”

“Go get in the bed ○Y/N○.”

“Fine.” Walking to his room, you watched as he made the couch, trying to make it comfortable for him.

"Fez?"

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams, beautiful."