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marleyybluu · 10 months

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Fight for You

Fezco x non race-coded OC

WC: 2.4k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, fighting, drinking, Nate getting his face rearranged, Nate being a dick, two shy people confessing their feelings aka my favourite trope, lmk if I missed any

A/N: This was not supposed to be longer than like 900 but whatever. Just tossing this to yall before we get to the good stuff, I literally just typed and didn't stop so if it's like not the best sorry lol I just wanted to write about Fez beating up Nate cus it was kinda hot.

Ella wasn't one for parties, she'd been like that since high school. The copious amount of drugs that her peers took and tried to convince her to take was why she had no interest in it. But, it was New Year's Eve and her friend Maddy had invited her to a house party, she agreed to attend but as she got ready the regret was settling in-- she'd just come home from work and she was exasperated, all she wanted to do was shower and slip under her covers but it'd been a while since she'd seen Maddy and the rest of the girls so she sucked up her feelings and got ready to participate.

Her phone buzzed on the surface of her Vanity, floods of messages from the group chat that she'd respond to later but a message from a certain someone caught her eye.

Fez💚: FaceTime?

She propped her phone up against the mirror and clicked his contact name and the video camera icon, the phone rang once before he was on her screen.

"Hey, pretty lady."

When people asked Ella what was the deal with her and Fez, she always said that they were friends which was the truth but she always felt like they could be more than that, hell sometimes he acted like he was more than that. Fez was a sweetheart, he was the first person to really interact with her when she was the new girl and she'd clung to him ever since, until she met Rue and then Maddy who introduced her to the rest.

Fez wouldn't admit it but he liked Ella from the beginning, how easy she was to talk to and how comfortable she seemed to be around him. She wasn't doing hardcore drugs like everyone else, strung out in class half the time and when he dropped out she wasn't too hard on him. Though she reminded him every once in a while how he should go for his GED. She was a great support system in anything he did, she was encouraging and she was a beautiful person inside and out.

Her nose would crinkle whenever she smiled, her brown eyes were so curious and inquisitive about everything, she was a never-ending supply of questions. He chuckled whenever he thought about the first time he got her to smoke, the flood of questions she asked like how did it taste? How did it feel? What was the difference between THC and CBD?

All questions he was happy to answer while sharing his blunt with her.

"What are you getting all dolled up for?"

She shivered at his low, groggily voice. He always sounded like that but it became enunciated whenever he was fried. "The girls are going to this house party tonight, ring in the New Year or whatever."

He scrunched up his nose, he knew her well enough and knew she didn't want to go for real. "And you're actually going?"

She sighed putting down her makeup brush to pick up another. When Fez met Ella she didn't like makeup, mostly because she didn't know how to do it, but once Maddy taught her she was obsessed and it was like a hobby for her. He found a hobby in it himself-- watching her whenever she did it was enough entertainment for him, no matter how long it took and how often it'd make them late for things.

"Yeah, I mean I'm tired but I already said yes. Plus, I know she'd come breaking down my door if I didn't." She softly laughed. "But you know," Ella cast her eyes to the screen giving him her full attention. "Maybe I'd have a better time if someone else would come with me."

Fez groaned, he was just as antisocial as she was, he wasn't interested in parties unless he knew he'd make a profit. "Ella..."

"Pleeeease? Come on, it's been a while since we hung out, I'm so busy with work and college. I miss you." She pouted. Fez playfully rolled his eyes, running his hand over his face to hide the shade of pink that was gradually growing on his freckled cheeks. He couldn't say no to her, he missed her too.

"Fine."

She clapped with joy. "Thank you, love you, I'll see you there."

"Wha- hold on, I mean I need help picking out an outfit don't I?" He asked hoping to keep her on the line. She smiled and nodded. "Alright, go through your closet, O'Neil."

-- --

Ella was a giggling, tipsy mess. Slinging her tattooed arm over Maddy's shoulder as they laughed together. She was stubborn to go to these things but once she was there she was okay. She turned her head to whisper to Maddy that she was going to the kitchen for another drink and Maddy asked her to get one for her while she ducked out to the bathroom.

She agreed and took the two cups to the kitchen, on her way there someone gently wrapped their fingers around her arm. She looked to see that it was Fez and his brother Ashtray, she smiled knowing that Ashtray would be wherever good profit was and what a better night than a New Year's Eve house party.

"Hey, I was starting to think you wouldn't show up." She hiccuped trying to talk louder than the music. Ashtray nodded at her as a silent greeting and went off to the backyard. "Sorry, had to get some things."

"No worries, you want a drink?" She asked. He declined, he was more of a smoker than a drinker. "Okay, well I gotta fill these up, I'll be back in a bit okay?"

He nodded loosening his grip on her. She skipped over to the kitchen while he stood in the same spot waiting for her return. Ella grabbed a bottle of Titos and poured it for Maddy, once she was done she stared down the counter of various liquors passing over the ones she's drunk before and wanting to try a new one.

"This one will get you fucked up... if that's what you want." A deep and familiar voice advised from behind her, his heat radiating onto her body. She turned to notice Maddy's, now ex-boyfriend, Nate. None of them were fans of this guy, he was the textbook definition of an asshole but she rarely ever commented on their relationship.

She scowled. "I'm good." She reached over to grab a bottle of Green Apple Sour Puss and poured out the last of it into her cup. "You know, you're the prettiest out of all of Maddy's friends." He flirted. "Might be prettier than the girl herself."

She wasn't interested in entertaining this, meanwhile, Fez was watching the interaction with flared nostrils. He already had beef with this guy for the shit he was doing to Rue and her friend Jules. But this might be the tip of the iceberg. He could see how visibly uncomfortable Ella was and how she looked like she couldn't escape. He took a step forward, about to squash this shit, until he saw Nate's firm grip on her wrist and the anger on his face. Whatever she said to him pissed him off.

Ella tried to pull back but he had a good grip. "Aye!" Fez yelled. Gasps were heard through the crowd in the kitchen but not over him, it was over Ella throwing both drinks at Nate in order to break away from him.

"Fuckin' bitch!"

She ran as fast as her little heels could carry, she huffed past Fez and b-lined for the door to the backyard. Fez had half the mind to fuck Nate up right then and there but he knew checking in on Ella was more important. He hustled out the door to find her sitting by the pool, her heels already off and her feet inside the water swishing back and forth. He took his place beside her and nudged her with his shoulder, a quick smile appeared on her face. "You okay?"

She nodded. "He's just being a little bitch that can't take no for an answer."

"So, he was just being himself."

She giggled, "Yeah, pretty much."

Ella sighed looking up at the night sky and then back down at the water that was changing colours due to the lights installed. "Why can't all guys be like you?"

Fez almost choked. "Wh-what do you mean?"

She faced him. "Like sweet, considerate, and funny. Mind their business. Not be a dick."

He took his chance. "You think I'm sweet?"

"Course I do... you say the sweetest things and do cute shit for me. And... and you're cute yourself." She cringed. "I don't know I sound stupid."

He shook his head. "I think you're cute too." He confessed, "Gorgeous, actually, like I like looking at you."

The two smiled and quickly looked away from each other like two shy kids. "You trynna smoke?" He asked breaking the awkwardness. "Always."

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After spending some time outside, smoking and laughing the two went back in after Ella said she was ready to call it a night and wanted to say goodbye to the girls. Her hand slipped out of his as she searched for them. He shoved his hands in his pockets while he waited for her, just scanning the crowd of degenerates having a good time with their drinks in their hands and drugs in their systems.

His eyes landed on Nate's tall figure that almost towered everyone. He wasn't thinking much when he started to maneuver his way through the assemblage of bodies, even passing through the girls as they said their goodbyes. Ella had a keen eye on him as he approached Nate, this couldn't be good. He met up at a counter for more alcohol, grabbed an empty cup and the nearest bottle of Tito's, he began to pour and make light conversation.

"Wassup man? Havin' a good time?" Fez asked with a devious plan in his eyes.

Nate coughed. "Yeah," He simply responded. "Make any New Year's resolutions?"

"No, you?"

"A few."

Nate wore that cocky and smug smile on his face like he always did, so conceited and wrapped up in himself thinking he was the most perfect person on this planet. In his own eyes, he could do no wrong. "Last time we talked, didn't you say you wanted to kill me?"

Fez looked up at him with a deadpan look on his face, he raised his cup up at Nate. "It's a New Year, playboy."

And suddenly the loud sound of glass breaking caused the whole room to stop. Cassie, one of Ella's friends, screamed and rushed over to the commotion. Fez was beating, scratch that, he was pummeling the fuck out of Nate's face. Both Maddy and Cassie along with a few other patrons screamed and squealed begging Fezco to ease up or stop completely of his abuse over Nate but Ella stood there in shock.

She'd seen Fez angry before but never this angry, he was infuriated and used Nate as his punching bag. It wouldn't stop, hit after hit after hit. The scene caused the guests to scatter and pour themselves out of the house while a few stayed behind to see how far this would go. Nate's facial features were being rearranged, hidden by the now bloody mess that he was.

Something about seeing Fez beat up Nate for whatever reason he had (either way it was deserved), made Ella's skin heat up, goosebumps forming on her skin at the sight of this strong ass man handing this spoiled bitch an ass whooping on a silver platter.

"Ella! Do something! Get him off of Nate!" Cassie cried. Ella snapped out of her trance and rushed over to Fez, holding onto the arm that was delivering the blows. "Okay, Fez..." She said but it's like he had blacked out. "Fez... Fez! Sweetie, I think he's had enough!"

He stopped, his chest quickly heaving up and down. He realized what he'd done and truthfully he didn't regret it. "We have to get the fuck out of here," Ella whispered pulling him up. The two rushed out of the house and into the car that Ashtray had already started once he saw the crowd file out.

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It was quiet. Ashtray was asleep on the couch, the television on the lowest volume with the bright screen illuminating the living room.

Ella and Fez were in the kitchen, he sat on a stool with his bloody hand in his lap. She placed the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads on the counter with an ice pack fresh out of the freezer and a bandage to wrap around his hand when she was done. She sat across from him with her phone facing down and on Do Not Disturb so she wouldn't have to read all the negative shit they had to say about him. "Give me your hand." She softly spoke holding out her palm. He rested his hand on hers, his knuckles were stained with dried blood and a few bruises, possibly small cuts she couldn't see. She poured the alcohol on the cotton and gently pressed it on his skin.

He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut. "Sorry." She mumbled. "It's okay."

She cleaned his hand up as best as she could and tossed away the bloody evidence. "I didn't mean for you to see me like that. I don't want you to think I'm some fucked up hot head, but this guy had it coming... especially after he grabbed you like that." He explained. Ella half-smiled. "Thank you."

"Always baby."

After she had finished dressing his wounds, she put the items she found back where they were and turned off the tv, she grabbed a nearby blanket placed it over Ash's body and left him in the living room to continue his sleep. She wandered off to Fez's room closing the door behind her and switching off the light. "You gonna sleep in that dress?" He chuckled. "I mean I don't have anything."

"Go through my closet, what's mine is yours."

She smiled shyly and took him up on the offer. Ella found a shirt and a pair of boxers she could sleep in, she headed to the bathroom to change and came back, she hated sleeping in makeup but tonight would have to suffice. The bed dipped behind Fez as she joined his company, he reached behind him gripping her leg and swinging it over his body, she giggled pressing herself into his warm back.

"You know imma always fight for you, right?" Fez grumbled drifting off to sleep. She nuzzled her nose between his shoulder blades.

"I know."

If you liked this fic, feel free to like it. comments, reblogs are appreciated. peace and love. see you in the next one✌🏾

🏷: @darqchilddaydreamz @skyesthebomb

#fezco euphoria #fez fanfic #euphoria fanfic #fezco fic #marleysfanfictions #marleywrites #fez x OC #fezco fluff #fluff

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eddiesblklvr · 2 years

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𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗞𝗬𝗘’𝗦 𝗙𝗘𝗭𝗖𝗢 𝗢’𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!

* = NEWEST | ☀︎︎ = FLUFF | ☽ = ANGST

UPDATED: JULY 10, 2022

SKYE’S NAV. | REQUESTS

SERIES.

COMING SOON!

ONE SHOTS.

☀︎︎ baby mama - after a long sickness and missed period, valentine finally realizes what’s wrong with her (boyfriend!fezco x blackwoman!oc)

☀︎︎ forever his girl - paris and fezco have been best friends for ten years. four out of those ten, they’ve been very obvious and open about their love for each other (bestfriend!fezco x blackwoman!oc)

*☽ not so innocent - some people just don’t understand that cleo’s not one to be fucked with, at all. (boyfriend!fezco x badass!blackwoman!oc)

BLURBS.

COMING SOON!

TROPES.

COMING SOON!

HEAD CANNONS.

COMING SOON!

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babeydollx · 2 years

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Over The Phone

Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk, daddy kink

Pairings: Fezco x Female Reader

Summary: pretty much just you and Fezco have phone sex lmao.

Word Count: 500+

a/n: I can't believe that I have not written for Fezco yet.

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You gasped and moaned out softly as you rubbed your clit. You herd your boyfriend Fezco on the other line panting and grunting. You had just called him to say goodnight and to talk to him for a little bit.

Well, things escalated very, very quickly. Before you knew it both of you were jacking off together on the phone. It all started when while both of you were on the phone talking, Fezco had sent you a dick pic.

And of course it turned you on which made you end up sending him a pic of you with your hand in your lace panties playing with yourself. And now here you both were now, jacking off together. You moaned out more, waiting for him to tell you what to do next.

You had him on speaker phone and you were fucking lucky that you parent's weren't going to be home for the night or else you would be in so much shit right now.

"Start fingering yourself baby. Finger yourself just how I do it." You herd Fezco say. You did as you were told and sank one of your fingers into your soaking cunt. You gasped and moaned out softly when you did so. The sound of your moans made Fezco groan out on the other side of the line.

"Fuck, I love the sexy little sounds you make for me." He said as he groaned out.

"Fuck! You feel so good daddy." You moaned out.

"Yeah? Are you going to be a good little fucking whore for me tonight?" He asked as he painted.

"Fuck yes! I'll be so good daddy!" You moaned out.

"Good girl." He praised. "Now tug and twist your pretty nipples for me." He said. You once again did as you were told and tugged on your hardened nipple, twisting it as you fingered yourself. You then slid a second finger inside which made you moan out louder.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl for daddy." He moaned out.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum daddy!" You moaned out.

"So am I." He moaned out as he pumped his shaft. "Are you ready? Count of 3. I want you to cum with me baby." He said. You moaned out in response.

"1.." He said. You let go of your nipple and began to rub your clit as you fingered yourself faster.

"2.." He said as he groaned out. You moaned out as well as you fingered yourself as fast as you could. It didn't feel as good as it did when Fezco did it but, it was all you had right now.

"3! Come on pretty girl, cum for me. Cum with me." He groaned out as he came. Your legs began to tremble and you moaned out loudly as you came on your fingers. You pulled your hands away and began to suck your juices off of your fingers.

You then took a picture of yourself doing so and sent it to him. You could hear him groan on the other line when he saw the photo of you.

"Fuck. Baby girl I need you to come over, now."

"I'm on my way." You said with a giggle.

a/n: I hope y'all liked this story!

Taglist: @luversgirl

#euphoria #fezco #fezco x reader #fezco x female reader #fezco x fem!reader #fezco x f!reader #fezco x you #fezco x y/n #fezco x oc #euphoria smut #fezco smut #fezco imagine #fez x reader #fezco fanfic #angus cloud #smut

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disneymbti · 4 months

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What does Sarah Mitchell think about Fez and Hyde as a couple?

Hi there, Poorni! I really hope you like this a lot!

Sarah will like the idea of Fez and Hyde being a couple, but she is still protective over Hyde because she doesn't want Hyde to be sexualized by Fez due to the telling of Fez's old girlfriends of what he did to them years ago in the 70s.

#disneymbti #oc: sarah mitchell #fez x hyde #hyde x fez #ship: batman and robin #that 70s show #that 90s show

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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 10 months

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Summer Storm!!!

Tagging: @tht70sblog @that90sshowgoldencouple and @disneymbti

#that 90s show #my fanfiction #jeia #gwikki #anti nikki x nate #sherangie #red forman #kitty forman #oc: Kristie forman #oc: Delilah reed #oc: darline joy #gwen runck #nate runck #fez #rhonda Tate #Jackie burkhart #steven hyde

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pyreo · 2 years

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Not many would ever bear witness to a Harbinger lying crumpled on the floor, hunched over, distinguished attire impressing nobody but the ground. Harbingers were terrifying, acted with impunity, and were known for being ruthless even to their own agents. The only thing standing between this one and dying alone in the darkness was a newbie who nearly tripped over him.

Boots scuffing in the shallow snow, he seemed to light up at the sight of flakes floating down. She could barely keep pace with him. They traced the narrow stream bordering the mountain as Childe led the way, on a quest for a passable route that led higher.

It had been a long walk from Mondstadt, and they settled on a disused pier they found on the snowy side of the creek. Fez sat with her legs dangling over the edge, a high perch above the water level. The crudeness of true winter and its primitive necessities had passed Fez by for much of her life. There was only a chill at the mountain’s foot, and a dusting in the air, but Childe spent the whole sojourn with his face to the sky. Treating the cold not as an inconvenience, but a comfort.

The pleasant breeze dropped a few petals into her hair. Childe had removed his own mask that he usually kept swiveled to one side of his head, looking it over, expression blank.

When Fez had finished her dango, she looked to find his mask back in its normal place, red sharp corners practically blending in with his hair. The mask bore a grin the likes of which she couldn’t imagine suiting the man’s personality.

“In Snezhnaya we treat a promise from the heart as binding.” His hair, newly washed, had dried twisted and wild. “And I promise I’m going to try not to make things harder for you. No more wild ideas that leave you behind. Ever since I was made a Harbinger I’ve travelled the world doing duties for the Tsaritsa, set down as a pawn like a chump, and gone to countless, countless meetings…” he sighed. “I barely realised how nice it would be just to have someone to spend time with, with nothing to prove. Can you imagine how lonely it’d be, sitting at a teahouse alone with my drink?”

Innamorati, a Childe/OC fanfiction

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin oc #guess who had the most cringe idea for how to advertise their fic #fez #IT'S ALSO GOT CHAPTER ILLUSTRATIONS #i've never gif edited before #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader

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laymillelovegreen · 1 month

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Casual Icon Maker por MxTeddyBear

#OC maker #avatar icons #jogos de vestir #jogos #jogos online #O link não leva para o jogo mais leva para o X(Twitter) da pessoa que fez #já que usei uma criação desta pessoa #é uma obrigação moral lidar seus merecidos créditos quando conseguir o link para o site do jogo eu adiciono apesar de o nome já estar na im

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no-fate-but-what-we-make · 1 year

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Behind Closed Doors | Fezco

Description: you’re with Fezco in bed when Rue shows up and bangs on his door. Set in Euphoria season 1, episode 3

Pairing: Fezco x Female!Reader

A/N: The moment I first saw this scene, I knew I wanted to write something with it, but I never got around to it until now. Gif isn't mine - all credit to the creator. Enjoy xo

Warnings: drug mentions, addiction

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The sound of a fist banging on the door to Fezco’s house shook you out of your nap. “Mm, what is it, Fez?” You asked, still sleepy, stretching and turning over to face him.

“I don’t know.” Fez sighed, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. “Maybe they’ll go away if we wait long enough.”

The incessant banging continued and after a few more seconds, your boyfriend let out an annoyed grunt and shifted to get out of bed. You watched, a lazy smile on your face as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it on. “Be right back.”

You didn’t necessarily try to hear, but the walls in the house could be thin so it wasn’t hard to eavesdrop on conversations.

“Who is it?” You heard Fezco ask as he walked into the living room. The door squeaked as he opened it, and you could only imagine who was on the other side. One of his clients, no doubt. “Not today, Rue. Sorry.”

Rue. Your chest constricted at hearing the younger girl’s name. You’d seen her around school before you’d graduated, and had met her a couple times since whenever she showed up asking for drugs. From the rumors, her drug habit was one of the worst out of all of Fezco’s clients, and that was seriously saying something.

“C’mon man, don’t be a dick.” The window was open, a fact you hadn’t realized until now, and you could hear the hurt in her strung-out voice.

“Nah, I’m serious. You can’t come in.”

You and Fezco had just been talking about how he wanted to set firmer boundaries with his clients and you knew this was going to be one of the hardest. He saw Rue like a little sister, and always took special care when it came to her - any other girl would be jealous of the relationship, but you saw it for what it was: guilt mixed with some fucked up version of platonic love. When the news broke that Rue had been carted off to rehab after a very nasty OD where she almost died, Fezco had been inconsolable for almost a week. Ashtray had done a majority of the deals that week and you still weren’t sure what he’d told the buyers.

“Look, man, all I- all I need is just a few OCs-”

“Sorry, I can’t help you.”

“Fez? Fez? I’ve had a really fucked up day, alright? It’s been a really really fucked up day, so I need you to open the door for me, okay? Can you open the door, please?” The desperation in her voice had tears pricking the back of your eyes. You knew that tone of voice well, memory taking you back to your dead, alcoholic mother when she’d beg you to go buy booze with the fake she’d had made for you specifically for that purpose. Addiction was a hell of a drug.

“I ain’t gon’ help you kill yourself, Rue.” His silence was deafening. “I’m sorry but you can’t be comin’ over here no more. Just go home.”

“Don’t! Fez, don’t close the-” you heard the click of the door. “Fuck! Fez-” Rue banged her fist against the storm door, “open the fucking door, please? I’m begging you, just open the door.” In a flash, you were off your feet and heading down to the front door. When you got there, all you could see was his back, his forehead resting on the now-closed door. You wasted no time, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek in-between his shoulder blades as you held him tight. He took a shuddering inhale, bracing himself for Rue’s next words.

“Fez! You’re full of shit, man. You know you make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers, and now all of a sudden you wanna have a fucking moral high ground?! You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer. You know that? You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer with seven functioning fucking brain cells. OPEN THE DOOR! Fuck you! Fuck you Fez okay? Are you doing this because you care about me ? If you gave a shit about me you wouldn’t have sold me the fucking drugs in the first place but you did! You fucking did so open the goddamn door! Open the door!”

During Rue’s rant, Fez had turned around, his eyes meeting yours in one of the most tortured expressions you’d ever seen on his face. You hugged him again, your arms winding around his neck as you let him bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“I can’t do it-” He whispered against your skin, and you couldn’t fathom how Rue had heard him, but she responded like she had.

“Open the door, open the door, open the door!” The silence was heartbreaking, but you were currently torn between comforting Fez and fighting Rue for what she’d said to him even though you knew it was no use when an addict was like this. “Open the door. You did this to me! You fucking- you did this to me, Fez. You fucking ruined my life. The least you could do is open the goddamn door! I’m so serious I’m so fucking serious. If you don’t open this door right now I swear to god, I will hate you til the day I fucking die.”

“I’m sorry.”

She let out a heart-wrenching wail and smacked her fists against the storm door. “You fucking did this to me! Open the door! Open the door, Fez! C’mon man…”

Wordlessly, you took Fez’s hand and led him back to the bedroom, the sound of Rue banging on the door for far too long until she tired herself out and left.

The two of you had laid in silence and you waited without expectation until he began to speak. “I just…don’t know how to help her, ya know?” Fez murmured, staring up at the ceiling.

“She’s an addict, Fez. And you’re a dealer. You can’t control what she does and you have to let her fail on her own. It sucks but there’s only so much you can do.”

“I know.” He sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. “Thank you for being here.” After a while, Fez finally fell asleep in your arms, his breathing finally evening out after an exhausting encounter. You tucked him into bed, curling up into his side as you tried to get some sleep of your own.

#fezco x reader #fezco x you #fezco x female!reader #fezco fanfiction #fezco fanfic #fezco imagines #fezco imagine #fezco oneshot #fezco one shot #fezco angst #euphoria fanfiction #euphoria imagines

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sexybombom · 8 months

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mark x oc

tw: é mencionado que o Mark fuma o Mark chama a oc de amor e também de princesinha (só uma vez) linguagem inapropriada, degradação (putinha, vadia), oral fixation (mark recebendo), sexo sem proteção (não repitam!!), impact play (bem leve), e squirt. [acho que é tudo!]

sinopse: "Espero que ninguém nos pegue aqui, amor." E um breve silêncio se fez presente no banheiro da grande casa. "Mas sinceramente, até quero que eles nos peguem."

enemies to lovers

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𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

Talvez era um pouco de exagero dizer que uma recém adulta de dezanove anos como Soyoung estava passando por tantas coisas em apenas três meses. Se encontrava desesperada e completamente frustada com sua vida. Era para uma menina como ela estar saindo com amigos, se divertindo durante as noites de suas semanas que a deixavam tão cansada.

Eram as mudanças para a casa nova, as adaptações que estava passando com sua família nova também, e obviamente, o pesadelo de crianças, adolescentes e jovens adultos, o estudo. Frequentava o terceiro ano do colégio e mal esperava para se formar e sair logo daquele inferno. Não aguentava mais estudar.

E ter que conviver com sua madrasta e meio irmão era muito estranho. Ela é filha única, então nunca teve alguém a mais que seus pais com ela, não existia uma quarta presença na casa junto com os três.

Para a felicidade de seu pai a garota não deu trabalho, já era grandinha para entender que seus pais não se gostavam mais quando o divórcio entre eles aconteceu. Ela tinha catorze anos, ela ficou meio tristinha no início mas ela sabia que forçar um sentimento inexistente era péssimo, tanto para si mesmo e para a pessoa que recebia essa falsidade. Se ela aceitou isso cinco anos atrás não ia ser agora que iria se rebelar contra seu pai por ter achado alguém que o interessava, aceitou de bom grado que seu pai encontrou alguém que o deixou feliz e o fez se sentir bem. Ela não implicaria por vê-lo assim, na verdade ela não se importava, só queria ver seu pai e sua mãe contentes, estando juntos ou não. A mãe dela sabia da situação pois era o mínimo para a deixar a par da filha. Então não existiam problemas nessa parte.

O único "problema" era Jeno, o tão falado meio irmão.

Ele não era fácil, hora parecia incomodado, hora parecia se dar bem com ela. E outras vezes — na maioria delas — ele parecia odiá-la com todas as forças.

Ela não entendia o porquê, se sentia desconfortável por parecer atrapalhar de algum modo o menino, afinal a casa era dele e de sua mãe. Ela não sabia suas razões de agir como tal mas iria respeitá-lo de qualquer maneira. Talvez era só o tempo que ele precisava para se adaptar com tudo o que rolava em sua casa.

Mas isso nem era o pior. Com o seu curso de "como aprender a conviver com um garoto que parece não gostar muito de você" veio também o de "como suportar os amigos de um garoto que você tem que conviver mesmo parecendo não gostar muito de você" e sério, era cansativo de mais.

No geral não, não era cansativo. Os amigos de Jeno eram quase todos de boa, inclusive, umas semanas depois de chegarem na casa, ele chamou os amigos dele e ela notou como eles eram todos atenciosos e pareciam se sentir confortáveis perto da irmã do amigo, principalmente Jaemin, o garoto era sempre muito educado e doce com ela.

Mas droga, obviamente seu meio irmão tinha que ter aquele amigo que tirava a pobre garota do sério.

Ele era alto, magro, tinha em seus cabelos um tom azul que já estava desbotando ficando claro. Ele tinha olhos marcantes, castanhos e escuros, podia parecer bem comum mas os dele eram diferentes, pareciam ter uma galáxia dentro deles. Quando ele mostrava um de seus raps para os meninos na sala de estar da garota que observava tudo longe, ela reparava o quão única e bonita a voz do canadense era.

Embora com sua aparência encantadora, ele estragava tudo quando abria a boca. Tudo que ela fazia servia para uma provocação sair daqueles lábios bonitos.

Ela não aguentava mais aquele garoto, obviamente não havia reclamado dele para ninguém, a não ser sua melhor amiga, Yeonhee, que ouvia atentamente a amiga detalhando como o mais velho era insuportável ao seu ver.

Mas Soyoung se perguntava às vezes: 'Porque me importo tanto com umas provocações idiotas?' Mas no fundo ela sabia que só estava frustada por Mark Lee falar consigo apenas para fazer isso. Provocar ela.

Não que sentisse algo pelo menino, mas desde que o conheceu, a garota vem pensando como seria se a relação deles não fosse só aquilo.

Mas de qualquer forma, não poderia ficar com ele, pois se seu pai descobrisse ele ficaria totalmente fora de si. Soyoung lembra muito bem da conversa que teve com o pai, ele a avisava que não queria muita aproximação entre eles já que de todos os amigos de Jeno, Mark era o menos certo. "Não vou continuar falando sobre ele pois nem seu amigo ele é. Ele é amigo do Jeno e presumo que você nem goste assim tanto dele." "Ah pai, eu nem gosto de pensar nesse garoto!"

Mas ela sabia, sabia muito bem que quase todos seus pensamentos eram sobre esse garoto. Talvez fossem só os hormônios atacando seu cérebro, ela ignorou totalmente esses pensamentos e girou a cabeça pensando como era ridícula.

"Vou tomar um banho que é melhor." "Antes disso, a senhorita vai me ajudar."

Soyoung que já estava escolhendo uma roupa — leve pela temperatura — foi interrompida por sua madrasta com uma sacola cheia das novas compras que a mulher havia feito.

"Sra. Lee! Meu Deus que susto você me deu!" Com a mão pousada em seu peito, a menina respirou fundo e a moça mais velha gargalhou da careta da enteada. "Desculpe querida, pode me ajudar a guardar essas compras? E não me chame de Sra. Lee, se não se sentir confortável em me chamar de mãe pode apenas me chamar de Harin."

"Eu a ajudo sim... Harin?"

A mais velha acenou sorrindo fraco. Talvez ela preferisse que a jovem a chamasse de mãe, mas todos sabiam que Soyoung não a chamaria assim tão cedo.

As duas desceram as escadas, Soyoung ajudando a madrasta com a sacola e assim que chegou na cozinha, viu mais quatro das "sacolinhas" (sente a ironia) de compras e suas sombrancelhas se arquearam.

"Exagerei, não?" Ela virou para sua madrasta e viu a moça mais velha já a encarando. Soyoung riu levemente e deu de ombros. "Talvez um pouquinho só."

As duas riram e foram em direção ao balcão onde se encontravam as comidas e outros utensílios para a família.

₊‧.°.⋆NO QUARTO DE JENO₊‧.°.⋆

Jeno estava no celular, rolando em suas mensagens, jogando conversa fora com os meninos, e Mark sentado do seu lado jogando videogame.

Era sábado, não tinha nada pra fazer, então Jeno convidou um de seus melhores amigos para ir até sua casa. Igual o Lee mais novo, Mark também não fazia nada, então porque não ir ver seu amigo, e claro, de brinde, não irritar a irmã dele um pouco?

Mark amava fazer isso, encher o saco de Kim Soyoung era simplesmente seu passatempo favorito.

Ele gostava da garota, mesmo que não parecesse ser recíproco, ele gostava do jeito de marrenta dela. Achava que essas eram as melhores de lidar, as que se faziam de difícil mas que acabavam por cair em sua lábia. Ele queria ela, e iria lutar para algum dia a ter.

Ele era determinado, não ia desistir de jeito algum.

"O que eles disseram?" O canadense abriu a boca depois de uns minutos calado — concentrado de mais em seu jogo para se quer pensar em falar.

"Cada um com uma coisa diferente. Chenle teve almoço familiar relacionado com a empresa, Jaemin saiu com a irmã, Jisung 'tá passeando com os pais, Haechan saiu com mais uma garota por aí e Renjun está doente."

"O Renjun está bem?" Por um momento, Mark pausou seu jogo e olhou para Jeno sério. "Um resfriado só, dor de garganta e fraqueza."

"Puts, coitado, mó foda pegar essas merda'." Logo voltou seu jogo, agora mais calmo.

Mark era um filho da puta quando queria principalmente se fosse para ser assim com Soyoung, ela era uma das exceções. Seus amigos, sua família, até pessoas que acabara de conhecer, sabiam como Mark era um amor de pessoa. Sempre preocupado em ser a pessoa bem educada e gentil que seus pais criaram.

Porém, isso não mudava as pequenas brigas, cigarros e a maconha que Lee se envolvia, sendo as tais razões do Kim mais velho não simpatizar tanto com Mark. Claro que não negava a extrema educação que o Lee tinha com ele, mesmo assim não queria um encrenqueiro com sua filha.

Todavia, Mark não pretendia ser assim com a garota por muito mais tempo. Estava só aguardando o momento certo para mostrar um lado diferente para a garota.

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Depois de guardarem algumas das compras em seus devidos lugares, Harin aproveitou e pediu ajuda também no almoço que Soyoung aceitou de bom grado.

Haviam já terminado e estava na hora de todos se sentarem na mesa e aproveitar bem a refeição.

"Querida, pode chamar Jeno para mim?"

"Claro."

A Kim já estava pisando fora do cômodo até sentir Harin a segurando pelo braço.

"Hum? Aconteceu algo?"

Harin olhou nos olhos de Soyoung e pensou como perguntar aquilo. Pensou e repensou.

"Soyoung... Você e Jeno... Se dão bem, certo?" Ela pôde ver preocupação nos olhos da mulher.

"Ah... Bem, eu não sei ao certo. Eu não tenho nada contra ele, na verdade, até tento me aproximar mas eu sinto que ele não se sente muito confortável perto de mim, então dou o espaço que ele precisa."

Harin suspirou pensando no que ouviu. "Bem... Podia ser pior, não? Eu tinha medo que não se gostassem nenhum pouco."

"Não se preocupe com isso. Acho que é só dar o espaço dele, quando ele quiser, ele vem falar comigo, eu aguento esperar."

Harin sorriu com as palavras de Soyoung. Assim como queria com Jeno e ela, esperava que Soyoung um dia confiasse mais nela também.

"Eu vou chamá-lo." A madrasta concordou com a cabeça sorrindo e colocando o resto dos talheres na mesa.

Duas batidas puderam ser ouvidas do lado de dentro do quarto, Mark parou seu jogo esperando por quem fosse do outro lado entrar e dizer o que pretendia, Jeno respondeu "entre" fazendo com que um sorriso abrisse na boca do canadense.

E o que estava na boca dela, desaparecesse.

Respirou fundo e disse:

"O almoço está pronto."

A pobre estava quase saindo do quarto foi interrompida pela voz bonita que a perseguia em seus sonhos.

"Nem um oi? Não te deram educação?" "Ter educação com alguém como você? É o sujo falando do mal lavado."

O sorriso de Mark só aumentou ao notar a resposta mais que rápida vinda da garota.

"A comida vai esfriar, não demorem muito."

Ela sorriu exclusivamente para Jeno e fechou a porta descendo para a sala de jantar.

"Vocês sempre acabam brigando quando se falam." Jeno deixou o ar que segurava pelo nariz sair, rindo baixinho do amigo e da meia irmã.

"Ela adora responder para mim, tsk."

E o sorriso permanecia firme e forte no rosto alheio. Ele colocava os braços sobre os joelhos e as mãos juntas perto da cabeça que mexia de um lado para o outro.

"Aí, tá dando em cima da minha irmã, Canadá?" Jeno brincou lembrando de Hyuck que às vezes se lamentava das piadas e falas de Mark.

"Ela nem é sua irmã de verdade."

"Continua sendo irmã. Mas espera aí, 'cê não negou?"

E ele revirou os olhos pelo próprio deslize. "Aish, vamos comer logo, a comida vai esfriar, lembra?" "Humm, ouviu direitinho o que ela disse, né não?"

Ele novamente sorriu e puxou o amigo para descerem.

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A Kim estava deitada em sua cama olhando para fora da janela, vendo o céu que estava azul, com nuvens branquinhas.

Ela continuou ali por um tempinho até sentir seu celular vibrando sem parar ao seu lado. 'Heehee' apareceu na tela avisando que sua amiga, Yeonhee, estaria lhe ligando. Ela rapidamente atendeu a amiga curiosa por saber o que a mesma queria.

"Soy? Oi amiga, 'tá viva?" "Infelizmente, como você está?"

Yeonhee riu levemente com a resposta da mais nova. "Que horror Soy. Eu estou bem e você? Queria saber se quer sair comigo, humm, shopping talvez? Quero comprar umas roupinhas mas não quero ir sozinha."

"Claro Yeon, não tenho nada para fazer mesmo, e outra, Mark Lee está aqui em casa. Ficar aqui é o que menos quero..."

Depois de mais alguns minutos falando com Yeonhee, Soyoung desligou e foi tomar o banho que queria faz tempo.

Ela se levantou, pegou uma toalha em seu closet e entrou no banheiro, colocou ela em cima do box, prendeu seus cabelos e quando foi ligar o chuveiro, a água não veio.

"Hum? Porquê não está saindo água?"

Ela desligou o chuveiro e tentou novamente, sem sucesso como antes.

Revirando os olhos, ela retirou sua toalha dali e seguiu até sua única opção.

O banheiro reserva.

Digamos que também tinha o banheiro no quarto de Jeno, mas não queria incomodar nem sequer entrar naquele banheiro.

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"Vou mijar."

"Ah, vai no banheiro reserva, é que eu já tô indo usar o banheiro." Jeno, que já estava em pé — na porta do banheiro — olhou para o amigo ainda sentado.

"Tá tá, já volto." Mark recebeu o sorriso de Jeno antes de o ver entrando no banheiro de seu quarto. Ele abriu a porta e caminhou até o banheiro pequeno que tinha na casa para visitas.

Ele entrou e fez suas necessidades, lavou as mãos e as secou. Ele estava ajeitando o cabelo quando ouviu batidas na porta.

Ele ia responder até ouvir um tropeço e uma reclamação vindo do outro lado.

É ela, pensou.

E resolveu ficar calado.

Como não houve resposta, ela abriu a porta entrando no banheiro, fechou a mesma e notou ele alí, paradinho.

Com os olhos presos nela.

"Você é uma tarada, sabia?"

Ela ficou imóvel, meio desconcertada pelo jeito que ele manteve o olhar sobre ela.

"Quê? Porque eu seria uma tarada?"

"Talvez porque abriu a porta sem nem esperar que eu falasse algo?"

Ela logo revirou seus olhos. "Eu bati na porta e você não respondeu. Pode sair daqui? Quero tomar banho."

Ele então se encostou na parede perto do box e ficou alí, com um sorriso.

"Pode tomar. Eu espero."

E porra, ela ficou sem ar quando ouviu aquilo. O que caralhos ele quis dizer com isso?

"... Q-Quê?!" Na hora que ela notou que ele desgrudando da parede e andando até ela, ela não teve outra reação a não ser recuar e bater com as costas na parede ao lado da porta que a mesma havia fechado.

"O que está fazendo?"

"Você realmente me odeia tanto ou fica fingindo?"

Soyoung estava muito confusa, que papo era aquele? O que estava acontecendo com ele?

"O quê...? Você 'tá com vergonha, Soyoung? Hmm, isso quer dizer que fica fingindo igual eu, huh?"

Fingindo igual ele? Então isso significa que ele não a odiava?

"É porque seu pai fica falando mal de mim para você? Falando que eu sou uma má influência e que não te quer perto de mim? É isso?" Tá, como ele sabia daquilo? Ele ouviu as conversas e avisos? "Você realmente não vai abrir a boca, amor?"

Aquele apelido havia a deixado tão mal, tão confusa. Caramba, como ele tinha coragem de a tratar assim? Como ele conseguia hipnotizá-la com uma simples palavrinha como aquela? Ela abriu a boca, tentou diversas vezes soltar algo dalí, mas nada saía.

E ele? Ele estava sorrindo. Aquele sorriso idiota que fazia Soyoung querer chorar de tão perfeito que era.

A parede gelada a incomodava um pouco, mas não ousou se mexer por um segundo.

O canadense se moveu, chegando cada vez mais perto do rosto da menina desconcertada.

Ele não deixou de a olhar nos olhos um segundo sequer. E vamos concordar, Mark não é nenhum tonto para não notar como ela estava, ele sentia o nervosismo da garota só olhando para ela.

"Você se importaria se eu te beijasse agora mesmo, babe?

Ela soltou um breve gritinho ao sentir a ponta de seu nariz tocando com a do canadense, logo em seguida, colocando sua mão em cima da boca, ela se repreendeu mentalmente por aquilo.

E Mark? Riu com a cena em sua frente.

"Isso parece um sim." Ele já estava se afastando.

E Soyoung podia jurar nunca ter se movido tão rápido em uma aula de educação física como havia feito agora para puxar Mark de volta pra si.

Ele pareceu levemente surpreso pela ação repentina de Soyoung, os seus olhinhos arregalados mostravam isso para ela.

"Eu não... Não me importaria nem um pouco se você me beijasse agora mesmo..."

Os olhos dele ficaram leves, ele estava sério. Mesmo tendo esse jeito idiota e cafajeste, Mark só estava pensando como estava feliz de ter ouvido aquela frase.

Ele pousou um braço por cima da cabeça dela encostando-a mais no mármore frio do cômodo, sua outra mão pousada no queixo da menor, a puxando para mais perto, ficando centímetros de distância da boca carnuda e vermelhinha.

"Espero que ninguém nos pegue aqui, amor." E um breve silêncio se fez presente no banheiro da grande casa, ele parecia pensar um pouco e depois de um tempo um riso rouco e sacana escapou de seus lábios.

"Mas sinceramente, até quero que eles nos peguem." Ele puxou pela última vez o ar des suas narinas e beijou rudemente a garota.

As mãos dele pousaram pela cintura dela, deixando um forte aperto na região. Um grunhido baixo saiu dos lábios da garota que sentiu borboletas no estômago quando o canadense pousou uma das mãos sobre a nuca da mesma e puxou levemente a região sensível.

Mark se preparou mentalmente e se separou dos lábios macios de Soyoung, ele olhou de relance os olhos dela antes de baixar a cabeça e encostar a boca no pescoço dela. Selares suaves mas desesperados ao mesmo tempo eram depositados por Mark, Kim estava começando a se desesperar pela demora do rapaz.

"Você é tão cheirosa, amor." Ele cheirou onde havia deixados os beijos e notou como Soyoung fechou os olhos com força e se arrepiou com isso. "Porra, eu quero tanto te comer agora."

Ele segurou na ponta do queixo da garota fazendo-a ficar cara a cara com ele. "Abra os olhos."

Mas mesmo assim, ela permaneceu com eles bem fechados.

"Soyoung... Abra os olhos, amor."

Merda, como aquilo afetava ela. Na mesma hora, seus olhinhos se abriram, mas ainda assim, ela tentava evitar o olhar penetrante de Mark fitando a parede atrás dele. Mas sem sucesso.

"Boa garota." Ele sorriu com a ação dela.

Tão envergonhada, não tinha nada a ver com ela, sempre respondona e briguenta.

"Você parece tão diferente. Não está me respondendo, porquê?"

A morena se encontrava paralisada. Tentando pensar em uma boa resposta.

"Nem falando está." Ele riu.

Sem pensar mais, Soyoung o olhou agora, e pousou sua mão gentilmente na nuca do canadense e puxou para perto de si, e então, ela se aproximou do mesmo e o beijou novamente. Ela colocou sua outra mão sobre o ombro dele e o puxou mais para si, se fosse possível.

Meu Deus, ela queria aquilo faz tempo, e agora estava alí, beijando Mark Lee.

Suas mãos foram até a barra da camiseta de Mark e adentraram o tecido, sentindo o abdômen não muito definido, depois de um tempinho com elas alí passeando, a camiseta já estava no chão.

Separando os lábios novamente, Soyoung parou e observou o físico do Lee. E ele sorria de canto com o jeito que a Kim o observava.

Mark a empurrou de novo e arrancou a blusa da menor, notando o sutiã preto rendado. Ele não esperou nem um segundo e já estava com a boca na parte exposta dos seios fartos dela.

A cabeça de Soyoung foi levemente para trás, deixando seu peito mais para frente, dando mais liberdade para ele continuar com os selares.

As mãos dele percorreram até ao fecho do material de algodão, sem deixar os seios dela, ele a olhou e passou o dedo ao longo dos três fechinhos. Ela sentiu mais relaxada naquela região, e logo sentiu a mão dele subindo até as alças.

Ela piscou, e já estava compeltamente sem a parte de cima. Pôde sentir seu rosto queimando e quis se esconder dele naquele momento, seus olhos se fecharam e ela respirou fundo.

"Não precisa ter vergonha de mim, amor." Ele tocou nas mechas que estavam cobrindo o rosto dela — por sua cabeça estar baixa — e as levou atrás da orelha da mesma. Ele achou fofo como ela estava envergonhada. "Você é linda de mais."

A palma da mão dele era quentinha, ela sabia porque ele a pousou sobre sua bochecha, e ela se sentiu tão acolhida.

Ela abriu os olhos e viu ele a admirando, como se pedisse permissão. Ela só acenou com a cabeça e Mark, sendo do jeito que é, não perdeu tempo e abocanhou os seios da mais nova.

Ela deu um saltinho com a velocidade que ele teve para fazer aquilo. E puta merda, ele fazia tão bem.

Suas mãos estavam segurando eles fortemente como se sua vida dependesse daquilo, isso quando suas mãos não estavam percorrendo pelo corpo inteiro da garota.

Ela pousou suas mãos na nuca e no ombro dele, insinuando para ele continuar com o bom trabalho. Mas quando ela sentiu uma leve mordida num lugar tão sensível, ela não conseguiu se controlar, mordeu o próprio lábio e a primeira coisa que veio em sua mente para se aliviar foi puxar o cabelo de Mark com toda força que tinha, cravou as unhas no couro cabeludo dele e puxou.

Ele não ousou se separar dos peitos dela, mas a sua boca se abriu e soltou um leve gemido. O primeiro de muitos.

"Mark... Não morde..." Ele então se separou finalmente dos peitos, e ela se desesperou.

Não foi isso que ela pediu.

"O que tá fazendo? Eu disse para não morder, não para parar."

Ele gargalhou. "Não temos muito tempo, e temos mais para fazer, não acha?"

Ele se agachou mais, até a barra do shorts curtíssimo que a menina usava. Ele levou as mãos até o botão que tinha no jeans escuro.

Ela sentiu ele abrindo o shorts com tanta calma que se irritou. Ela estava sedenta, sem paciência para essas brincadeiras.

Retirando o tecido, Mark olhou para a calcinha preta de renda da garota, provavelmente sendo conjunto com o sutiã que estava perdido pelo chão.

E logo, o pequeno pano que tinha entre as pernas dela se encontravam ao lado do sutiã.

Ele puxou as coxas da menina, abrindo-as e vendo como Soyoung precisava de atenção. Ele levou seus dedos até a entrada da menina, ameaçando colocá-los lá dentro, mas logo os tirou dalí e os pousou sobre o clitóris da mesma, fazendo movimentos leves.

Ela prendia os gemidos que queriam sair de sua boca, o que fazia Mark rir pois sabia muito bem que ela queria gemer.

Ele aumentou os movimentos e ela se contorceu. "Porra, você está tão molhada, amor." As costas da garota desencostavam da parede a cada toque. "Porque está se segurando tanto?"

Ela fechou forte seus olhos, sua boca tremia e leves suspiros dela saíam. Mas isso não era suficiente para Mark.

Sem um aviso, ele meteu dois de seus dedos nela, que escorregaram para dentro sem esforço.

E ele sorriu bem aberto quando dessa vez a Kim não conseguiu se controlar e acabou por soltar um belo gemido.

Quando ele viu que as pernas dela começaram a fraquejar ele cessou completamente com o vai e vem.

Ela olhou para ele confusa.

"Vai p'ro chão." Ele disse já arrancando seu cinto fora e seguindo para fazer o mesmo com as calças.

Quando Soyoung viu a mancha que estava por cima da cabecinha do pau de Mark, ela soube o quão excitado ele estava, o pau marcando fortemente a cueca cinza que o mesmo usava.

Ela sentada e com as mãos encostadas no chão observava ele por inteiro como se ele agora fosse uma presa e ela o predador. Sem se importar com o que Mark havia mandado antes, ela fez força nos pulsos e se pôs de joelhos, com aquele pedaço de carne bem na sua frente.

Ela arrancou o tecido sem ao menos dar tempo de Mark pensar e já foi agarrando o pau dele com certo desespero.

"O que está fazendo? Eu disse para você se... Se deitar." Ficou meio sem jeito ao sentir as mãos macias o segurando daquele jeito. Ela ergueu seus olhos até os dele. Sem ditar uma palavra sequer. "Não estava desesperada para que eu te comesse logo?"

"Mudança de planos, amor." E dessa vez, ele que se arrepiou, tanto pelo apelido como pela forma que ela abocanhou o cacete quente e molhado.

A sua língua passava pela extensão inteira dele e logo depois ela o colocava inteiro em sua boca. Ia até o final, fazendo garganta profunda e se engasgando. Mas ela não ligava já que estava totalmente focada no prazer do homem que estava em sua frente.

Ela sabia que nunca se esforçou tanto para chupar um pau como agora.

Chupava com vontade, tirava tudo da boca só para colocar de uma vez novamente, lambia e beijava a extensão, e o que não cabia em sua boca ela ia bombardeando com as mãos, de cima para baixo. De novo e de novo.

Ela se deliciava apenas com a visão de Mark revirando os olhos e xingando entre os gemidos baixos.

Nesse momento ela viu como ele pagava de dar ordem mas ficava bobinho quando tinha alguém com o pau dele na boca.

Ela sentiu Mark ficar mais tenso, indicando que seu orgasmo estava por chegar, e teve o prazer de fazer o mesmo que o garoto fez com ela minutos atrás.

"Caralho! P-porque parou?!" Ele recuperava o seu ar enquanto olhava indignado para ela. Frustrado.

"Vem me comer, Mark. Não aguento mais esperar."

Ela voltou para sua posição de antes, quadril pousado no chão, seus joelhos dobrados, e — agora — cotovelos sobre o chão. Sem vergonha nenhuma, ela abriu suas pernas, deixando o espaço perfeito para que Mark estivesse entre elas.

Ele salivou ao ter a visão da buceta rosinha e molhada aberta daquele jeito para ele. E só ele.

Ele se agachou e segurou na dobrinha dos joelhos dela, levantando-os levemente.

"Não se importa que eu não tenho camisinha?"

"Só me fode logo, Mark Lee!"

Roçou a cabecinha na entrada dela, recebendo um mini rebolado em troca.

Soyoung viu estrelas quando, enfim, se sentiu preenchida pelo caralho que tanto sonhava.

Mark não esperou ela se acostumar, desesperado de mais para conseguir se aguentar mais um segundo sem se mover dentro da buceta apertada. Não que ela reclamasse, estava dando graças a Deus que ele já estivesse socando dentro dela.

"Ah! Porra... Porra Mark!"

Seus braços percorriam os dele, procurando por apoio. Mas ele foi mais rápido prendendo os pulsos dela ao lado de sua cabeça, continuando com o vai e vem gostoso que rolava entre as pernas de ambos.

"Merda, como você é apertada..."

"Mark." Saiu como um gemido sôfrego, ela precisava de mais. Muito mais. "Mark... Mais rápido, por favor!"

O som das estocadas só foram ficando mais altas e mais rápidas. Eles tinham sorte que os pais haviam saído no início dessa brincadeira toda, e que o irmão se encontrava com um fone de ouvido no volume máximo enquanto tinha a cara presa no vídeo game.

"Ahhh, como você é gostosa!" Ele depositou um tapa forte na coxa dela, o que a fez soltar um gemido mais alto ainda.

"Oh Mark! Por favor, me bate mais, vai!" Ela gemia sorrindo como uma tarada faria.

O que ela poderia fazer? É um fetiche seu.

Ele riu anasalado. "Você é uma putinha que precisa de atenção não é? Quer que eu te bata?"

Ela moveu a cabeça para baixo e para cima apressadamente.

As digitais dele poderiam ser deixadas no rosto dela pela força do tapa que ele lhe deu, e ela quase gozou com isso.

"Eu quero te ouvir entendeu, vadia?" "Sim! Sim Mark, eu quero que você me bata!" Ela ditou com dificuldade pelas estocadas rudes e violentas.

E outro tapa fora desferido em seu rosto, agora do outro lado.

"Imagina se o seu papai soubesse que a princesinha dele 'tá dando para o maconheiro briguento que ele tanto fala mal?" Ele riu e ela se arrepiou, não poderia pensar nisso agora, conseguia ver a cara de decepção do pai só de pensar.

"Não..." Ela sussurrou e ele sorriu.

Ele deu mais umas macetadas e ela sentiu que poderia desmaiar a qualquer momento. Sentiu seu corpo todo esquentando.

"Eu... Preciso..." Estava ficando sem forças. Ela estava tão cheia, era para ter gozado nos dedos dele, mas Mark sendo o filho da puta que é, parou bem quando isso iria acontecer.

"Diga meu amor, precisa do quê?" Ele estava beirando a loucura, doido por estar finalmente comendo a buceta que tanto sonhava. Soltou os pulsos dela e levou as mãos até a bunda redondinha, apertando e amassando a carne entre os dedos, estava viciado e queria ouvir ela falando o que tanto precisava. "Diga, Soyoung."

"Eu... Preciso gozar."

Como se fosse possível, ele aumentou a força das estocadas a fazendo revirar os olhos fortemente. "Então goza, amor. Deixa o meu pau todo lambuzado com a sua porra."

Ela sentiu o corpo inteiro se arrepiando e viu branco, chegando a esguichar um pouco com a intensidade do orgasmo delirante que teve.

Mark, diminuindo um pouco, deu mais umas quatro deslizadas nela e se retirou, gozando em sua barriga e peitos.

Soyoung, acabada com a foda que tiveram, só continuou alí mesmo deitada no chão e tentou recuperar a respiração.

Mark nem se levantou também, se deitou ao lado da menina e ficou, também cansado.

"Caralho, porque a gente não fodeu antes?" Ele riu quando ouviu essa frase saindo da garganta dela. "Porque a gente preferiu ficar implicando um com o outro em vez de transar logo."

Os dois riram.

"E agora?" Ele virou, olhando para ela e encontrando-a já encarando seu rosto. Ele pensava no que responder.

"Agora... A gente deixa rolar."

"... Quer rolar nos meus lençóis mais tarde?"

Ele a olhou com os olhos arregalados e com a boca aberta.

"Puta merda, isso saiu tão descontraído. Desde quando virou essa pessoa?" "Sempre fui assim, só não te mostrava." Ela ria alto com a careta do mais velho.

"Aí... Aceito sua proposta." Ele sorriu.

"Ótimo."

No final de tudo, foi deixado para trás uma Yeonhee confusa pelo sumiço da amiga e um Jeno pensativo sobre Mark estar no banheiro a uns quarenta minutos.

#mark #marklee #nct #nct127 #nct dream #mark lee smut #nct smut #sexybombom

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kiwi-peaches-blog · 2 years

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Fezco Fic Recs

I'm extremely obsessed with fez right now so here are a few of my favourite Fez fics. Mostly x reader ones with a few oc ones. There is definitely no Fez x Lexi here.

Disclaimer: none of the below are my own work, they’re just a few of my favourite pieces. If any author doesn’t like their work linked here, please dm me and I will take it down.

Also if you are using this to read my recs it would be nice for you to interact with this post, when it has taken me a while to put together. Instead of just liking what I've linked❣❣

Posted: 11/05/2022

Updated: 4/06/2022

Angel

Terrified

Mixed drinks and smoke rings - no new friends wrong place, wrong time everyone's business family portrait molly was a friend of mine downfalls kill the wolf part 8 I got you, babe this is going to hurt this hope is an anchor for my soul vodka and vulnerability the wrath of god has nothing on a mother what doesn't hold is bound to break You got a friend in me

Medicine

Mount Everest (series)

Godspeed- part 1 part 2 part 3

Wicked games

Angels and demons

Alone with you- part 1 part 2

Don't touch my girl- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

How to be a gentleman

Always my girl could you

Temptation and retribution

Answers to questions that are too obvious

New years chaos

The (over) protective pair

Baby can you see the tears (AO3 series)

Spellbound

Death by a thousand cuts

Unexpected high

Untitled

Take care

Since I've been loving you- I II III IV

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Dance Lessons

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#fezco x you #fez x reader #fezco x reader #fezco imagine #fezco x y/n #fic recs #euphoria #fezco o'neill

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marleyybluu · 2 years

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Say It

okay so I'm trying my hand at a little Fezco action, thought I'd start with something cutesy.

Summary: Fez wants to tell his gf 'I love you' first

word count: 1.5k

like i said just cutesy shit so no warnings... oh well except for swearing lol

(look at me like that and we gon' have a problem oof)

"How the fuck do you do this shit man?" Fez groaned fiddling with the black tie in his hand. His little brother, Ashtray, chuckled on the side as he watched his sibling in something he'd never pictured before. An actual suit.

He hollered out to his brother's girlfriend who was in the next room. "Aliciaaaa, I think someone needs your help."

"No, I don't," Fez yelled back. Alicia shook her head as she emerged from the bathroom, her simple black heels clicking against the wood floors, she found the two in the front entrance hallway with Fez staring in the mirror trying so hard to tie his tie himself. Ashtray had disappeared into his own room knowing they were probably about to get sappy and gross and he wanted no parts.

She stood there for a moment smiling at how handsome he was, not just because of the suit. Alicia loved Fezco, that was her man even before they were official. He couldn't really wrap his head around the fact that someone so opposite of him could love him the way she did, she accepted him for everything that he was even if it wasn't "perfect." And she made sure he knew all the time. A lot of people saw Fez as this guy who was selling drugs to whoever asked for it, saw him as just a dropout with a brother following the same path but that's not how she saw him.

Alicia fell in love with his heart, the way he was protective of her-- not in a controlling way but in a way that she knew he'd always have her back no matter what, even if they did decide to fall out which wasn't her plan anyway, she often told him that he's stuck with her for life but the smile on his face let her know that he was absolutely okay with that. She rested her purse on a nearby table and made her way over to him, her soft hands resting on top of his to stop him from knotting up the tie even more.

"Watched about a million videos on this shit, still can't get it." He admitted. She shrugged. "Nothing I can't do for you."

Fez grinned. He was grateful to have her in his life, she was something to look forward to every day whether it was her bare face or even a text, a silly picture whenever they weren't together. He couldn't tell the last time anyone or anything made him smile so much. She wasn't using him for a fix or maybe some quick cash, she just liked him for him.

He watched as her hands worked their magic, a simple gesture that made his heart melt. Alicia could feel those wonderous blue eyes staring her down, she tugged on her bottom lip to keep from smiling too hard, he made her nervous. "Your cousin gon' be mad if we smoke before the wedding?"

"Nah, she's good for it."

"Aight, cool."

She finished helping him out and was on her way back to the bathroom to check herself one more time but he pulled her back. "You look good, baby. Real good." That second part sounded like he wanted to devour her and skip the wedding. "Thank you. You look fine too, my love."

He lightly groaned. "We really got to go to this thing?" Alicia gave him a quick kiss. "Yes, we can fuck later." He laughed as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, that's what he wanted but it wasn't the only thing. There was a moment of silence, the two just staring at each other and drinking each other in. "Something on your mind?" She teased. He actually did have something on his mind.

For as long as they'd been dating Alicia was always the first to say 'I love you.' It was never him, not like he didn't love her loved her so much he would kill for her, he'd die for her-- but Fez didn't grow up in an expressive environment, especially for something as sappy as love. He loved Ashtray, loved his grandmother, loved his friend Rue but he would never actually say it to them and it was kind of the same with his girl. She was the first to say it and it'd been that way ever since.

Though she didn't mind saying it first, it didn't bother her, but it did bother him a bit. He noticed he was taking too long to answer, he swallowed the three words and instead asked, "You think we can smoke before? Or we gon' be late?"

Alicia looked at her phone for the time. "Ou yikes, maybe we'll smoke in the car."

She grabbed her purse and stuffed her phone inside, she called out to Ashtray letting him know that they were leaving and promising him a goodie bag when they got back. The couple were all giggles on their way to the venue and once they arrived they were both high as kites, but it was okay because it was mostly a family wedding and they all knew the deal. They walked in holding hands being greeted by her aunts and other cousins along with a few uncles, Fez wasn't one for socializing so Alicia did most of the talking and then it was time to be seated inside.

The decorations were beautiful, the two bridal parties looked amazing, she nodded at her cousin for always having good taste. It caused her to wonder. "Do you wanna do this one day?" The question caught Fezco off guard, he didn't really think that far ahead. "I mean, I can't, I'm not a lesbian." He joked. Alicia tried her best to stifle a laugh but failed. "You're so stupid."

The music for the bride's entrance began to play, and everyone stood to their feet and faced the aisle. The ceremony was beautiful, they had a lot to say about how in love they were with each other and it did cause Fez's mind to wander whether he and Alicia would be up there themselves confessing their love in front of people that they also loved. What would he say? What would she say? He glanced over at her, she was completely sucked into the words being spoken. He raised their moulded hands and kissed her knuckles pulling her out of her trance, she smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder.

The ceremony quickly transferred over to the reception and they smoked again before the food came out. The table was engaged in their own conversations while the two kind of munched in silence. Once everyone ate the dance floor was up for grabs, they stayed behind for a bit and watched everyone else. She looked over at Fez and asked, "You think Ash is okay?"

"Yeah bro, he's responsible enough."

Alicia stood and smoothed out her dress. "I'm gonna see if I can find a container or something to put food in for him." He nodded watching her walk away a small smirk appearing on his face. "Fezco," Someone called out, he looked over to see Alicia's cousin coming over. "Who knew there'd be a day I'd see you in a suit boy!" She laughed. "Yeah, my baby got me together."

"I see that. Where is she?"

"Gettin' food for Ash. Aye, congratulations by the way."

They dapped each other up. They were pretty cool with one another, she was the first to know about Fez when they started dating. "Thanks, man. Look, have a good time aight, I gotta go look for my wife." She left him alone for a while, and the song changed to a slow one he recognized this one though-- it was Melt by Kehlani. Alicia loved this song and right on queue, she was coming back from her hunt for food. "I can't believe they actually had a container."

Fez didn't give her a chance to sit instead he stood up and tugged her onto the dance floor with everyone else. She was surprised, to say the least, he was a pretty shy person and if they ever went to a party he'd just stand to the side and watch her have a good time, never actually participate. "Fezzy... are you okay?" She planted her palm on his forehead in a playful manner. "I'm good ma."

"Hm." She was starting to wonder what he was up to, but for now, enjoyed a slow dance with him. Until she realized something. "We ain't kissed all night."

Fez chuckled at the random outburst, he leaned forward pressing his lips against hers her hand resting on the back of his neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Their lips going together like two puzzle pieces, she leaned back separating them but not too far, their noses still touching.

"I love you, baby." He did it. He said it first. Alicia was stunned, she was happy, she was sprung.

She delivered another quick smooch before replying. "I love you too, honey."'

I think I'm only gonna upload on weekends :/ I dont want to, I like uploading through the week but yall a bitch is tired fr. I only got to do this cus I had the day off. But I'm still trying to figure out some type of schedule

Also, I've been writing nothing but fluffy shit and some smut, and as much as I love romantic, cute, corny fluff. I wanna write something toxic 😏, something messy 😏 but again don't know what. we'll see. Uploading Spooky this weekend tho anyway if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic. comment and reblogs help and as always be cool 🤝

#fezco euphoria #fez fanfic #fluff #bwwmromance #euphoria fanfic #fezco fic #marleysfanfictions #marleywrites #black!OC #fez x OC #fez x black!OC #poc OC #Spotify

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