fezco | nsfw alphabet

࿐ ˚ . ✦ warning(s): definitely +18. this one is nasty. [my english is a warning on its own, as always]

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

• Fez is the GOD of aftercare. He is so sweet, no matter what. If you want a bath, he’ll get it ready for you, if you wanna eat, he’ll order something and take it to you, so you don’t have to move.
• If all you want are cuddles, then he’s down for it. He really loves to hold you in between his arms, caressing your skin and whispering how good you were and how much he loves you.
• If he didn’t love the sex so much, aftercare would probably be his favorite part.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• Ask him this and it will legit take him hours to answer. Fez wouldn’t be able to choose just one thing about you because in his eyes you’re flawless. Utterly gorgeous. He loves all of you.
• His favorite part of himself… he’d have to say his hands. They bring you so much pleasure, and he uses them to keep you safe. It sounds odd, but it makes perfect sense to him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

• He is pretty responsible, let’s state that. He knows that getting you pregnant is literally the last thing you two need at the moment, so normally he’d use a condom.
• And even if you happen to be in the pill, he doesn’t like to take much risks, he may cum inside you once or twice, but most of the time he does it on your chest, your thighs, your back, or your mouth. It’s hotter that way.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

• Since you two are really secretive about your affairs, he can’t help but wonder how thrilling it would be to fuck in a place where you can get caught.
• He’ll never admit that, though, he respects you too much to put you out in the open like that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

• Fez hasn’t really had the time to go fucking around and having lots of sex, but he knows enough to have you moaning his name.
• Still, he’s a quick learner, it didn’t take him long to pick up on what you liked and get really good on it.
• Like really, really good at it. Fez has positively ruined you for other men.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

• Any position that lets him look at your face while he fucks you, it feels more intimate, and yes, it does wonders for his dick to see your eyes rolling to the back of your head while he thrusts into you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

• Fezco being Fezco will definitely say a funny thing or two, but wouldn’t turn the whole thing into a joke though. He likes the intimacy of it, it’s very important for him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

• Being honest, he doesn’t really care. He’ll trim it just so it won’t bother you.
• He has no problem with body hair. It’s natural. He likes natural. So all it matters to him is that you’re comfortable.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

• Your lives can be pretty hectic at times, so when you are having sex is one of the few moments where you two are completely alone and able to enjoy each other’s company. So it is a pretty big deal to both.
• He’s not sweet to the point you cringe, but he is sweet enough to have you blushing the entire time.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

• He’s never had much time to do it. Before he met you he did it to blow off some steam and relax after a long day.
• He doesn’t do it so often now that he’s with you, he knows that if he’s ever in the mood, you’ll welcome him with open arms. Or legs, for that matter.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

• Fez is kinky, but not too much, y’know? He doesn’t consider himself a freak, but he does have some kinks he’s afraid to voice in case you get too freaked out.
• He’s into praise, both giving and receiving. It makes him feel even better when he knows you like what he’s doing to you.
• And on a more… kinky side, he’s slightly into overstimulation or orgasm denial, having complete control of your pleasure drives him crazy. Marking your body with hickeys, also a bit of bondage, but that one is reserved for when you’ve been teasing him for too long.
• And for sure, he can really turn into a teasing bastard when he combines bondage with orgasm denial, to then switch to overstimulation.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

• No matter what, his bedroom or yours will always be god tier to him, nothing compares to the comfort and privacy you have there; it allows him to truly do whatever he wants to you, to not hold back.
• But if the urge presents, he’s willing to fuck in other places too, like his car, a bathroom during a party, an empty room in the store if things are really heated. May Ash forgive him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

• It’s not hard to turn Fez on. It goes from little things like biting your lip, to doing a whole show, like striptease.
• Simple things get him going, like knowing you want him as badly as he does. Seeing you wearing his clothes.
• Also, knee socks really do it for him, especially when you’re wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of knee socks.
• But truth? The one thing that will make him give in no matter the situation, is neck kisses. Fez lives for neck kisses, those are his kryptonite.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• Sharing. He really, really doesn’t like to share, especially not you. It doesn’t matter if it’s a man or a woman, the answer is still no. You’re all his, he’s all yours. That’s the end of it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

• Fez loves to receive, but more than anything he loves to give. He’s simply a giver and that’s it.
• If it were up to him, he’d spent the rest of his life between your thighs, making you cum again, and again, and again, until all that leaves your mouth is his name.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

• It depends a lot of the mood and the type of sex.
• If he’s making love to you, then he’d be slow and deep, whispering softly how much he loves you and how good you make him feel, caressing your skin.
• If it’s jealous/angry sex, then he’d be rough most of the time, pounding you to the mattress or whatever surface you’re on, while reminding you you’re his and his only, marking your body with little love bites and hickeys.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

• He’d rather have his time with you to do things right, but if the opportunity presents, Fez will never turn down a quickie. At least not when it’s on a decent moment.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

• He’s willing to experiment as long as you’re not at risk, if it involves harming you, he’s not really down for it unless you promise you’re completely okay with it.
• And yeah, for you, he’s willing to experiment. Who knows? Maybe you’ll discover new kinks together.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

• Fez will last for two rounds, three when he’s feeling restless. But do not worry, those two rounds will last a loooong time, rest assured, you’ll be completely worn out & satisfied by the time he’s done with you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

• He doesn’t own any, but if you do, then he’d be down to use them only with the purpose of teasing the life out of you, but he’d never, ever let you cum because of them.
• He’d tease you until you’re begging for release, and he’d help you finish by burying himself deep inside you and finishing the job himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• As calm and innocent as Fez looks, he can be such a teasing little shit. He knows exactly what to say, where to touch you and what to do to get you turned on. And all while pretending to be oblivious to what he’s doing to you.
• If you’re into that, then he can tease you until your begging for him to fuck you senseless.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

• He’s not loud. But he’d whisper things in your ear, whether it’s praise or dirty talk, and would often let out a groan.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

• Fezco has like… the dirtiestmouthever. The first time he talked dirty to you, you genuinely let out a gasp, getting caught off guard.
• And ever since that moment, Fez knew dirty talk got you going, and oh boy, doesn’t he enjoy making you blush and wet your panties left and right.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

• He’s a good 7.5 inches, which is really impressive. He doesn’t really like to brag about it though, he’s the type of guy that only smirks when asked.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

• It’s pretty high, there’s no point in lying. There’s days where he wakes up and the only thing he can think about is fucking you.
• And even on normal days, the thought of having sex with you is on his mind at all times. After all, he’s still young and his hormones are all over the place.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

• He never falls asleep before you do, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable and happy before sleeping, and mostly, watching you asleep in between his arms—most of the times with your head against his chest—, is what eventually lulls him to sleep.

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Sometimes you meet that one person in your life, the one that just makes sense. You don’t remember a time before them and can’t imagine one without them. 

Fezco was your best friend. You first met back in high school, both dumb pothead freshman. You sat in the back of biology class, with slightly baggy cargo pants and a large black hoodie over. 

“Hey Bro, you got a pencil?” Fez asked as he kicked your chair slightly to wake you up. 

“Uh here.” You mumbled looking over and handing him a lead pencil. Who doesn’t bring a pencil first day of school?

“Pink? That’s a little girly” He asked giving you a goofy smile.

“I am a girl.” You said letting the hoodie fall off. Fez’s eyes widens noticing how pretty you where even with no makeup and the baggy clothes. 

“Shit- my bad” He said hoping he didn’t fuck it up with his lab partner before the year even started.  

But in fact it didn’t bother you at all, you never where one to flaunt your body, you didn’t like more attention on you. And that year that’s all it took for Fez to mingle his way in your life. 

You almost wanted to hate him when he dropped out of school leaving you alone. You weren’t really alone, you had Rue and a few others but now you here a senior. 

“Got any bud on you?” You asked before jumping on the counter of Fez’s convent store. 

“You ain’t hang out with me for free weed” Fez teased as he looked over at you. He felt his cheeks slightly heat up when he noticed you wearing a tight tank top and a huge pair of sweat pants. Parts of your stomach was exposed and your boobs still looked pretty huge even if you only wore a sports bra. He wasn’t used to you showing skin. Since the day he met you, it was always baggy clothes. 

Then something happened, he’s not sure when or why but you seemed more of a girl to him. You weren’t self concise about your body, you thought you had pretty good assets actually. But you just never wanted people to stare. You never had anyone to impress either so why not be comfortable all the time instead. 

“I would never, I just ran out” You said as you where kicking your legs watching him stock the beer. 

“You went through it that fast?” He asked giving you a look with a raised eyebrow. 

“I had a lot of college essays to get through, couldn’t do it without being high” You huffed as you opened a soda.

“Hey Fez” You heard a shy voice. You looked up to se Lexi standing against the refrigerators. 

“Lexi Howard, how are you?” He asked bring his attention to her. 

“ I’m good.” He started but you just rolled your eyes before jumping off the counter and finding Ash in the back. You grabbed a rolled blunt smiling as you sent Ash an wink before taking it. 

“Jesus Y/N, what did I tell you about smoking inside the store.” Fez said giving you a glare. Lexi was already making her way out the store. 

“Sorry sorry. So you and Lexi?” You asked giving him a nudge. 

“Nah I don’t know. She’s cool” Fez said not wanting to talk about it, especially with you. 

“She’s pretty.” You admitted. sure you knew he kind of, you knew her sister Cassie way more.

“You into girls now ma?” Fez asked smirking.

“No it’s not like that gezz.” You said getting annoyed with this conversation already. 

“You sure?” He said pushing you a little too much. 

“High school boys are just dumb. Whats the point of dating? Bad sex and emotional damage? “ You asked before rolling your eyes and making your way out the store. It bothered you that Fez didn’t see you as anything else. It was probably the same as he saw Rue. Fez just sighed going back to work and not minding out little out burst. 

“Do you think I’m ugly?” You asked out of no where making Rue let out a laugh. Beside Fez, Rue was your number one. You’ve stuck with her through the worst. 

“What’s this about?” she said passing you back the blunt.

“Do you think Fez sees me as a guy or somthin?” You asked knowing Rue was pretty close to Fezco. 

“No you just never give him the time of day to see you a different way.” She said honestly. She’s knows you pretty well. 

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You asked looking up at her from your bed. 

“Maybe dress up, show off that you can be more womenly or whatever.” Rue said thinking over what she was trying to say. 

“I know the perfect person for this.” Rue said as her eyes got bright as if a light bulb went off. 

That’s how you found yourself Friday at Jules house with Rue. She knew there was going to a house party and knew that Jules is the perfect person to help you dress up and feel confidant. 

“This feels weird.” You huffed as Jules did your makeup. You weren’t new to makeup but the most you’d do would be mascara and your eye brows. 

“ You look great, I wish I had this much ass.” Jules said as she perfected your cat eye. You wore a white spaghetti strap dress that clung to ever curve. It might have been a size or two too small since it was Jules’. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You said looking at yourself. 

“No this is a great idea” Rue said laughing before pulling you along with Jules out the house. 

The house was filled with drunk and high teenagers. The music was way too loud echoing almost. You felt too many eyes on you as you moved through the crowd with a drink. Your eyes darted to a certain someone leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Well look at you (y/l/n).” Fez said still not being able to comprehend that this was his best friend in front of him. 

“Kind of Rue and Jules doing.” You said looking down at the mini dress. You had to admit you did feel pretty. 

“For what?” Fez asked not knowing why’d you be dressed in this get up. To him you where always the prettiest in the room, it seemed like you drew attention even when you dressed like a 12 year old boy. Fezco never seemed to worry about boys around you, you always brunt their ego. 

“You don’t like it?” You asked feeling a little self conscious under his stare. 

“Nah ma, you like nice.” He said as a slightly pink blush came to his face that matched your own pink blush. But before you can say anything else someone came up to Fez to make a deal. And you knew better then to get involved with Fezco’s job. 

That’s how you found yourself a few too many drinks in and stupidly dancing with Maddy and Cassie. Fez would bounce back from making deals to making sure to keep an eye on you. He knew this wasn’t good. 

“I-m going to get another drink” You mumbled pushing yourself away from the crowd. 

“Gross” You sighed looking at all the beer and half finished drinks everywhere. 

“(y/n) never thought you would be hiding this much.” Nate voiced chimed in making you cringe as his eyes scanned every part of you. 

“And?” You said not even bother to give him any attention as you grabbed the vodka and pouring it in a cup mixing it with soda.

“Do you want to dance? Or I have more booze in my truck?” Nate asked stepping a little too close to you. 

“No thanks.” You said rolling your eyes. You weren’t best of friends with Maddy but everyone knew her and Nate’s on and off again toxic romance. And you wanted no part in any of it. 

“Come on, why else would you come out looking like this?” He asked grabbing your wrist pulling you closer to himself. 

“Fuck off Nate.” You mumbled trying to push away from him. As you turned bringing the drink to your lips you felt his hand on your upper arm puling you back. 

“What the fuck.” You groaned as you felt the drink spill over you. And maybe wearing a tight white dress and no bra wasn’t the best idea. 

“Holy shit.” Nate whispered with a smirk as he stared you down. He didn’t have a chance to do much else as Fez came up shoving him away from you. He lets you out of his sight for 5 minutes and your in a wet t shirt contest with Nate.

Fezco quickly slipped off his green sweat and pulled it over your head. He notice the look of dread in your glossed over eyes. It was the puppy eyes he could never say no to. He knew when your lip quivered you where either angry or about to cry. 

“Ash take her to the car, we’re bout to roll out.” Fez said gently pushing you back to Ash.

“Fez don’t” You said reaching out grabbing his wrist. You knew he could get violent especially with Nate Jacobs. 

“Please ma, Just go to the car.” Fez said with pleading eyes. He didn’t want you to see what he was about to do. Maybe if it was someone else he would’ve just took you and drove you back to his home. But it was Nate, and there was too much bad blood there. 

“Yo really startin’ to become a pain in my ass.” Fez said not liking the smirk on Nate’s face. 

“It wasn’t like that man.” Nate started to say but quickly got cut off when Fezco grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him up against the wall. Though Nate was taller he stood no chance against Fezco strength. 

“I ain’t gonna beat the shit out of you again.” Fez said fuming with anger that he was trying to control.

“But you go near (y/n) you as good as dead.” Fez said glaring through Nate. 

“What are you her guard dog? She shouldn’t be flaunting around like that if she didn’t want attention-” Fez couldn’t take it. He let his anger over as his fist kept hitting Nate. 

“I ain’t gonna hold back next time. Leave her da fuck alone.” Fez said letting go of Nate letting him fall to the floor. He walked out to the car to seeAsh sitting in the back. Fez got in noticing you passed out as Ash held your hair from your face. 

“She good?” Fez asked driving back towards their house. 

“Yeah, ain’t ever see her this drunk before” Ash said not paying mind to his older bother. Fez kept stealing glances to make sure you where fine all the way home. 

“Come on now Ma.” Fez said as he pulled you out the car. He quickly picked you up brining you in the house.

“Got to wake up lil ma.” He said as he sat you on top of the counter in his bathroom. 

“No” You mumbled feeling like if you open your eyes you might throw up. Your whole body felt like it was spinning in motion. 

“Got to get you cleaned up” He said as he took a wet wash cloth and pressed it to your forehead. 

“mhmmm Fez” You whispered opening your eyes barley. 

“Tonight sucked” You mumbled out finally feeling like you where a little more there in reality. You jumped off the counter slowly peeling the sweater off and throwing it in the hamper. Fez couldn’t help when his eyes darted to your wet dress that clung to everything. 

“What you thinkin comin dressed like that?” Fez asked wanting to know what was going on in your head. He never had trouble before knowing everything going on with you. But this was really out of the blue for you. 

“I was trying to be more.” You said still drunk in thoughts. 

“More?” Fez asked desperate to get a real honest answer from you that actually made sense. 

“Just more of a girl.” You said thinking of how to word your scrambled thoughts without sounded like a complete dumbass. 

“You are a girl?” Fez pressed since this still wasn’t making any sense to him. 

“I just wanted you to look at me differently.” You confessed rolling your eyes at your best friend who still held a puzzled look. He watched your every move as you walked to turn on the shower. Your body felt so sticky, the dress felt too tight and you swore you could hear your own heart rate pounding through your head. 

“I just thought I could be more pretty.” You said as he walked closer to you. 

“Your so damn pretty. Why you got to make it weird. Thought I was more to you then that.” Fez said finally putting the pieces together. 

“Didn’t feel like you saw me more then some bro.” You said as your hands rested on his chest as he cornered you against the counter. 

“You are my bro, you my best friend. Your my family. I ain’t got much but your the most important constance in my life ma.” Fez confessed as his hand came to hold your waist. 

“I love you. I ain’t good with words but thought you knew that ma?” He said slowly leaning down his eyes almost begging for some sober response from you. 

“I love you stupid, why didn’t you ever just make a move or something?” You asked hitting his chest. 

“Why didn’t you?” He said as he made you look up at him. 

“touche” You whispered leaning closer to him. His lips pressed against your sending a shiver down your spin. It felt like your body was acting on it’s own as your gripped on to him like dear life. Fez pulled you up as you legs wrapped around his waist. He never felt like this, like everything just made sense. The kiss felt like it was everything and he couldn’t get enough of you. 

“Fez” You whimpered as he forced himself to pull away from you. 

“Just shower, I ain’t takin you drunk.” He said still a little breathless from the kiss. 

“I’m not drunk” You huffed out but you knew you had no room to argue with him. 

“Please (y/n)” He said nodding to the shower. You gave up pulling off the dress making Fez freeze. He never seen you like this, and maybe you still had a little bit of drunk confidence. You slipped into the shower as Fez walked out the bathroom. 

When you where done you slipped out finding a pair a sweats and hoodie folded on the counter for you. It was your favorite hoodie of his. You walked back into his room to find him in his bed on his phone. 

“How you feelin?” He asked lifting the blanket so you could join him. 

“Not great.” You mumbled curling up at his side like you’ve done many times before. 

“Ight go to sleep, tomorrow gonna be a new day.” Fez said wrapping his arm around you. He was right, too much has happened today. 

“I love you ma.” He whispered before pressing you closer to him. You smiled letting sleep finally take over knowing you theres no other place you’d rather be then here with Fezco. 

Her Daddy

Title: Her Daddy

Alt Title: Little Miss. Novalie Jude O’Neill

Warnings: teen parenthood and swearing

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I do not own you or the euphoria franchise , I own the writing

You sighed, shaking your head. “Novalie, you are ok.” You spoke to the wailing baby in your arms.

“You just ate pumpkin, what do you need?” You patted the four month old’s back, who continued to cry into your ear.

“Bad timin’?” You heard a familiar voice. “No, perfect timing.” You responded, sarcastically.

“Let me see her.” Fezco walked over. “Gladly.” You responded, placing Novalie in his arms.

“You coulda called and told me she was fussin’. I woulda come over.” Fez said, patting her back, holding her close to his chest. “You’d be over everyday then.” You laughed a little.

You and Fezco dated for a year, before he broke up with you after Rue did fentanyl. Three weeks later, you found out you were pregnant. Little Miss. Novalie Jude O'Neill.

“Novalie Jude, you’re just fine, stop being dramatic.” Fez hushed Novalie, who quickly quieted down.

“You got the magic touch.” You sighed, slightly irritated at how quickly he got the baby to calm down within minutes when you were struggling for hours.

“Shit, she just wanted her daddy.” Fez shook his head. “What about you?” He asked, looking at you as Novalie began to fall asleep.

“What about me?” You asked, touching Novalie’s hair. “You want her daddy?” Fez asked, the lop-sided smile you fell in love with moving across his lips.

“What’re you getting at Fezco?” You crossed your arms. “Shit, never mind.” He shook his head, walking through the house to your room.

“Don’t do that…”

“Do what?”

“Never mind-ing me. You know that’ll piss me off quicker than any other thing you’ll do.” You listened as he opened the door and placed Novalie in her bed.

“Shh.” He looked at you. “You’ll wake up lil ma. Ain’t your own rule; you wake, you take?” He walked back out to you to the living room.

“Fezco O'Neill I am working on three hours of sleep if you don’t make your point within the next minute I’m punching you.”

Fezco snorted a little, before cupping your face in his hands.

“Fez?” You looked up at him.

“I miss you.” He said, his forehead resting on yours. “And I regret lettin’ you go, I miss you every minute of everyday.” He spoke softly, closing his eyes.

“I missed you so much, ma. You have no clue.” His hands moved to your hips.

“I missed you…” Your hands moved up his chest to your shoulders.

“Lemme have you again. I won’t ever let you go.” He was practically whispering. “I love you.” He lifted his head, making eye contact with you.

“You have me. I love you.”

“Thank god.” He hugged you tight, pressing his lips onto yours. You laughed, kissing back.

And once again, life made sense.