#warren lipka x female reader

[xrag-dollx]

Talking in your sleep

~Warren Lipka x fem!reader

Summary: The late night talk Warren had with you wouldn't be left unnoticed. His dreams would reveal some desires of his.

Warnings: smut, p in v, face-sitting, oral fem!receiving

A/N: actually wanted this to be much shorter, but this escalated quickly OOPS

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The sun, warm and comforting, creeps shyly through the blinds of Warren's apartment, tickling your skin. You both ended up (as always) smoking pot and having a chit chat 'til the morning would rise in new glory. Warren's sleeping schedule was...well, one of a kind. Basically sleeping through the day and getting up at 4.p.m...or later. But your sleep got interrupted by...Warren... Let's say, he had to get rid of something...

...his body was spooning yours as you could sense something nervously shifting around beside you, his leg was draped over yours, feeling his hairy leg tickling your lithe skin made your body reply with a slight shiver. Warrens arm, entwined around your torso, his hand clasped yours as it began to twitch. Just lightly but enough to furrow your brows in concern. Your head turned to the sleepy bunch beside you, as you heard him groan...a few times. A slight amount of uncertainty was bubbling up inside of you. Moments later, a prominent bulge was growing in his boxers against your butt....was he...You couldn't help but chuckle. You dared to turn around and face him, letting loose of his grip. You couldn't help to lower your hand in between his legs, gently grazing his errection with your palm. You earned a small moan coming out of him, his body was twitching in a yearning reply. You could watch his lashes flutter, he looked so innocent when he was sleeping, you were seizing the opportunity to just watch him. You drew your palm away from his aching middle and gently caressed the side of his face

"Hmmh...baby"

He murmured in half slumbering state, confessing what he's obviously dreaming of...you. Your lips landed onto the soft skin of his lips, stealing a kiss so rapidly. Warren responded with a groan, your hand cupped the features of his face, your thumb was brushing against his cheek gently. His eyes opened just timidly, his sleepy gaze found yours as he responded with a leisure smile.

"Good morning, baby"

You responded, planting another kiss onto his lips, your fingers wandered through a mess of brown, curly hair, gently caressing his scalp made his eyes roll back into his head.

"Baby...what did you dream of, hm?"

You questioned, a cocky smile formed your lips, the motions of your fingers froze as he looked right at you, his gaze still drowsy from his sleep. Your upper body pressed onto his.

"You wanna know, doll?"

He responded, his gaze lingered for a moment onto yours, a slight smile of his hid something forbidden, as Warren's lips collided with yours without any prior warning. He pulled you down by the back of your nape, his hands tangled with a slight roughness through your hair, gently tugging on it as you breathed a soft moan between the hot kiss. Tongues played a fierce battle in each others mouth, fighting for dominance so inexorable. You felt how Warren's heat got transmitted over to your body, his hands travelled down your waist as he pulled you onto his lap in one swift motion, straddling him as you two didn't break the kiss for not even a second. His throbbing cock was now more dominant as previously, as it was teasingly pressed against your dripping sex, just thin pieces of fabric separated you from touching each others skin. You broke the kiss to gasp for air, as you left him hungrily underneath you, anticipating more of you to quench his lust.

Your hips were grinding hard onto his pulsating cock, Warren's hands found its place on each side of your hip, holding you firm in place. The sight of you dry-humping him made Warren hornier by every melting minute. Your hands were braced onto his chest, your gaze deeply connected with his, you could feel how his hips were bucking up into yours, his patience was obviously slowly fading. You were dripping underneath him, his boxers were soaked with your arousal. The feeling of him rubbing his rock-hard dick against your cunt just made you lose your mind.

"Hmmh...fuck...I can't hold it anymore..."

Warren grunted, as he simply ventured to strip off your negligé in one quick movement, throwing it just next to the bed. He avidly began to knead your breasts, his solid grip onto your soft flesh caused you to moan, your hands were cupping his, as they followed the groping movements of Warren's hands.

"Oh fuck...Warren"

You groaned as lust was coming over you in a sudden rush, your body started to tremble as you left your straddling position just to finally get rid of his boxers, pulling it down with shaky hands. His pulsating dick got freed from the garment, the clothing pile grew steadily as your panties followed, taken off in a rush by Warren with impatience. Your warm hand grasped his dick as you pumped his length a few times, pre cum was visibly leaking out of his slit.

"Aargh...D-doll...fuck...you're teasing me..."

He groaned, his back slightly arched up from the bed as his eyes were closed, his brows furrowed as Warren was clinging onto the bed sheets next to him. You just replied to his reaction with a filthy smile, knowing that your teasing would make him go insane. You felt how impatience was creeping closer to you, your pussy was soaking wet, as you left small, wet spots on the sheets as a result of pure horniness in the morning (or in this case, in the middle of the day). Warren noticed that as his sleepy eyes glanced at you, a mischievous smile of his answered what he was thinking of, you replied with a slight embarrassment as your raspberry red cheeks betrayed you. You swung yourself back onto Warren's lap, grabbing his stiff and veiny length as you slowly entered him, you needed some moment to adjust to his size as you slowly sank in, a mutual moan was escaping your throats as you entered him, both cursing some slurs by the sensation that was flooding through your bodies. Your hands were propped up onto each side, as you started in a slow but steady rhythm, devouring him completely.

"Hmm...Warren...god"

You panted as your thrusts sped up, his dick hit that perfect spot inside of you with more precision than you thought. Warren couldn't help but savour the sight of your bouncing tits, his hands were gripping your hips in a tight clasp as he was leaving some delicate cherry-red imprints of his fingers on your skin.

"Ugh...fuck baby...you're so good"

Warren growled, a slight shimmer of sweat got visible on his face, it was undeniably hot in his room, but the steamy sex was part of the heat. Your view was a sight to behold, not even a shy lie could prevent your admission that he was looking damn sexy. Pearls of sweat ran down the sleek sides of his face, strains of curly hair were adorning his forehead just perfectly, framing his face like the work of art it is. Your legs started to slightly ache, yet your thrusts were pretty steady but fast paced, your breath was heavy going. You rode him like there was no end, as Warren began to support you by thrusting his pelvis deep into you, holding you firm so you'd do just half the work.

"Argh...shit..baby...I'm cummin' "

He muttered through gritted teeth, his gaze was fixed onto the sight of his dick slamming into your pussy. The thick air was carrying obscenities of loud moans and skin-slapping. Warrens legs were shaking as he reached his climax. Thick, white ropes of cum got injected into you, a long groan was slipping past his teeth, as he gently lifted you up, cum was leaking out of your pussy and dripped right onto Warren's happy trail. You sent him a dirty grin accompanied with a ravishing gaze, your plump bottom lip got assaulted by your teeth. You leaned into his wetted skin, your tongue was lapping at the warm fluid, the bitterness of salt and a hint of sweetness were greeting the taste buds on your tongue. You made sure you'd swallow every drop of it, your eyes were locking with Warren's who blatantly enjoyed what you did as he reciprocated your action with a filthy smile.

"C'mon doll...lemme have a taste of it"

He murmured with a raspy voice, as he gently pulled you up by your neck, just to steal a passionate kiss with you, he was so eager to taste himself by the remains which lingered on your tongue.

"I want more"

He demanded as he abruptly broke the kiss. He was glaring at you with a gaze burning with lust, biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

You scrambled your way up to squat over his face, your pussy just inches away from his face. Your hands were gripping the head of the bed, as you felt how Warren's thumbs spread your lips apart, revealing the mixed liquid of him and you, dripping out so deliciously and impudent at once as he smashed his lips against yours, his tongue swirled across your soft and wet flesh so untamed, gathering as much as possible of the liquid. A groan escaped his throat, signaling that he's longing to taste you just more.

"Hmmh...doll...you taste so fuckin' good"

He mumbled between your exposed cunt, his breath gently stroke your bare flesh, tingles were creeping through your body as it resonates with a shiver.

"Mmh...fuck...Warren"

You whimpered, your fingers dug deeper into the wood of the headboard of Warren's bed. His lips found your aroused bundle of nerves, sucking it avidly as his tongue switched every now and then to tease your warm walls by entering deep into you. You couldn't help but lower yourself just more into his face, the feeling left you in a hazy state, the constant tickling feeling of Warren's tongue lapping on your pussy was becoming addictive to you. His hands grabbed your waist all of a sudden as he almost fiercely pushed you down onto his face, he replied with a guttural moan as your cunt was fully pressed into his face. You actually had your worries that you might have broken his nose or anything, but that wasn't the case, he just loved the feeling of you sitting on his face, as he couldn't get enough of your dripping entrance.

"Hmmmh, fuck I love your pussy... "

Warren mumbled underneath you, as his tongue buried even deeper into you, eating you out like it was his last meal. His teeth gently bit onto your swollen lips, causing you to twitch. You could sense a light chuckle of Warren, as he gave you a slap onto your ass just nonchalant. That made you even hornier, your reply was a helpless whine, as you were basically crying for a release. The knot in your stomach went tighter with every moment. Warren's tongue danced around your clit with such precision, as your orgasm was coming over you and your vision went blank, you couldn't help but scream Warren's name as your voice echoed through the room.

"Oh..oh...f-fuck"

You stuttered, trying hard to form your sentence as Warren gently lifted you up from his face. Your legs were quivering as Warren gently laid you down onto the bed, glancing over to you with a chuckle. His hand found your leg as he gently carresed it to calm you down from your high..

"You're okay?"

He muttered, while his sweaty body was lounging next to you, his gaze was fixed onto the ceiling meanwhile, his thoughts preoccupied with what just happened. You let out a breathy hum in response, as you slowly turned to him, you could see his eyes were merely half opened, his curly brown hair was just a mess. You couldn't help but chuckle, your hand found the way to his hair, as you softly carresed his scalp.

"Hmmh baby...tell me...what did you dream of?"

His head turned slowly to your direction, as he faced you with a half hearted smile.

"You..."

He responded, his hand reached out for your face, cupping it as he caressed your cheek with his warm thumb, his smile grew wider as it got transmitted to you as you responded likewise with a smile.

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[innocent-writers-soul]

Warren Lipka x Fem!Reader (smut)

summary: warren returns from his assignment with books theft, experiencing a huge amount of emotions, mostly panic and anxiety. you try to support your boyfriend

warnings: dry humping, joint smoking, vaginal sex, curse words, not proofread, sad spencer

word count: 1587

“God, it’s all gone!” Warren bursts loudly into the room, slamming his door. In surprise, you bounce on the bed, turning around at the sound. You was at your boyfriend's house, insisting that you cheer him up after the operation, or at least not let him go crazy on his own, how he could, smoking on daily basis. “What's happened? Is everything okay?” you put the magazine aside, watching him walk around the room in circles, almost tearing out his curls.

“It's not fucking okay! We screwed up!” he screams hysterically. You grab his sleeve, causing him to fall next to you on bed. It sags under his weight, he sits next to you and you moves to his knee, saddling it and cupping his face with hands, frowning.

“Warren, I'm sure everything will be fine. Did you manage to steal at least anything?” you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, trying to calm him down.

“Yes, three books, but we couldn’t take away what we came for!” he started to get nervous again and raised his voice, his dark eyes were widened with anxiety and you could see drops of sweat on his temples. And you didn’t like it, because the only thing he should have sweat on his face after is after sex. Or the gym. But not from a panic attack.

You put your forehead against Warren’s, who became silent and wearily closed his eyes, rubbing his face a little against yours when you again tried to come him to senses. “This is already good. You was preparing for this for so long and did what you could do. For your first time, I’m surprised that you could even make your way home,” you laughed at the end of the sentence, to which Warren snorted, rolling his eyes and trying to hide his smile.

“Well, my Forest Gump, you are tense, should I relax you?” you narrowed your eyes and smirked, looking first at Warren eyes, then at his lips. He leaned towards you, touching yours in a needy kiss and grabbed your waist with his hands, to which you closed your eyes and buried your hands in his hair on the nape, pulling them a little. Warren growled softly and squeezed his fingers on you and you felt how his erection under material of jeans twitched.

Suddenly an idea came to your mind and you moved away from Warren and reached into his old backpack near the bed.

“Hey, y/n?..” he whimpered and clung to your hand, pulled his face in pain, and you brought the joint to him and set it’s edge on fire.

“Oh, okay,” you both smiled and inhaled the smoke in turn, gradually feeling how bliss fills you. You put the joint back on the table, again straddling his hips, continuing to run your tongue over his, deepening kiss. You started to move your body back and forth, riding over the mounting bulge under the clothes, feeling a rush of heat in the lower body, which began to spread from the touch of the clit to the rough tissue.

“Fuck,” Warren groaned, running one hand under your T-shirt and lifting it up, lightly squeezing your breast. He found a nipple and kitty licked it, which made you moaning harder, snuggling closer to him. With his other hand, he squeezed your thigh, closer to the pretty ass cheek, slipping under your thin shorts and guiding your movements. You loved to rub through clothes, you couldn't understand what gave you so much pleasure, but as long as you were with Warren, everything suited you and you didn't need to know the answers. You tilted your head back, breathing fast and biting your lower lip as Warren pulled away from your chest with pop sound and moving to your neck, leaving hickeys that will be seen in the future. You loved when Warren marked you, and he himself liked to leave bloody purple spots so that everyone could see that you had a good night with him, even if it seemed stupid to some of your friends. You liked the aesthetics of hickeys, even though you didn’t like when someone bites you painfully, but Warren mostly always tries to do it gently, but in such a way that the stain was visible on pale skin. And you are glad to have the same opinions on this case.

So glad also by the fact that you was approaching orgasm, while Warren moved his hand under your shorts further, touching your wet slit. “Fuck, y/n, you're so wet,” he hissed between your moans, picking up your juices with his fingers and driving one inside of you. He pushed his fingers in and out of your being until your face contorted in bliss and you held your breath. “Here it is,” Warren grinned, adding a second finger and hitting exactly on your favorite spot, not having pity on you at all. You were getting closer and closer on the way to orgasm, a knot in the lower abdomen was getting tighter, Warren’s fingers squished louder and louder, more and more lubrication stood out from you. You clung to his shoulders, desperately looking for his lips, and this kiss turned out to be chaotic, but passionate. “Warren… oh, fuck-, Warren, I–” his fingers moved faster, your hips began to tremble, but did not stop moving.

“Come on, baby, cum on my fingers,” encouraged Warren, watching you and helping you with all the excitement and admiration in his eyes, until that very knot was finally untied and you reached your peak. You let out a long moan, slowing down your movements and resting your head on the Warren’s shoulder, trying to come to your senses, while he pulled out his fingers with a squelching sound, again. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed that he raised his hand to his face. “Warren!" you cried out in embarrassment when you saw that he was licking your juices from his fingers, giggling playfully and smiling. You lightly push him in the chest, to which he recoiled a little, but turned you onto your back, being on top and hanging over you. He helped you pull off your shirt, then pulled off his things while you got rid of your shorts and underwear.

When Warren hung over you again, you ran your hands over his torso and shoulders. “Your body is incredible,” you whispered under your breath, and smiled as he grabbed one of your wrists, squinting slyly in response. “You only like me because of my body,” he kissed the outside of your palm without looking away from you, you laughed as you had a drag on the joint, passing it to him. “Well, I confess, that was one of the reasons,” he silently made a puff, twisting smoking in fingers and staring at you, not blinking. then he slowly approached you closer, raising his eyebrows in frisky surprise. You could feel his breath, the tips of your noses were practically touching, he teased, but didn’t kiss. “...but not the main one,” you added and he smiled again, showing his teeth and abruptly threw your legs up to his hips. He ran his hand along his boner a couple of times, adjusting himself near your slit and collecting your wetness. He looked into your eyes, asking if he could do want he wanted to – you nodded, and in the next moment you felt him, not only in deep down of soul, but also in body. At first you both stilled for a moment and then his movements became more confident and more insistent.

Warren buried his nose into the crook of your neck, putting his hands on both side of you, snarling in your ear with each thrust. You clung to his back and shoulders, out of touch with reality, feeling the euphoria of sex with Warren, spurred on by a recent joint. Your eyes were closed, you saw colored circles, and between the deep thrusts of Warren, you tried to breathe normally with your slightly opened mouth, from which constantly sounded moans. “Fuck, you, y/n… you, damn–… uh–… yeah–… you’re awesome,” Warren’s movements got sloppier and faster and you felt his fingers finding your throbbing clit. You squeezed the hair at the back of Warren’s head again, pulling hard as you felt your second euphoria. The walls of your pussy clenched, you constantly inhaled and exhaled catching the buzz, opening your eyes and rolling them up, uttering a long whimper, reaching orgasm for the second time that evening. It felt Warren, which after a couple of movements also poured into you, biting your neck near your shoulder, without pulling out his dick. You know that in the morning there will be a mark of his teeth too, but this does not cause you discomfort. You both tried to catch your breath, he slides off you, rolling onto his back, finally getting out of your body. “You know, I'm feeling better now,” Warren laughed softly, turning his head towards you. You shyly smiled in response. “You are always welcome,” you rested your head on his chest, he hugged your waist, covering both of you with a blanket and sighed with satisfaction.

In the morning, Warren’s phone rang, and it turned out to be Spencer, who had no one to calm him down yesterday the way you calmed down Warren and now it was your boyfriend’s turn to be peaceful and easy in this situation.

a/n: warren lipka in every fanfic including mine:

[evanchantingpeters]

All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬

[evanswifeily]

I swear if someone will say that Evan Peters is just a man i don’t know what I’ll do to them yet BUT HE IS A GOD‼️

[wh0re43van]

Boyfriend (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Summary: you reunite with an old friend while making a delivery for your shitty boyfriend

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, throat fucking, weed, cheating, not proof read

A/n: I have no idea how much weed costed in 2003 bc I was two years old. Also, I apologize if your name is Chelsea bc you will be slandered in this fic. Thank you for reading! <3

Pt 2 , Pt 3

I slam my boyfriends shitty car door, stepping out into the cold November rain, running towards the brick house, an 8th of weed shoved in my bra. I can’t believe my idiot boyfriend is too lazy to get out of his car to make his delivery. I’ve never even met this customer and his dumbass is having me waltz right up this random man’s house, while he’s parked a block away.

I pound on the wooden door before stepping back a bit. I shift back and forth on my feet as I rub my hands up and down on my arms trying to warm myself with the friction. After a couple of minutes, the door swings open, a man with unkempt brown hair and tired eyes steps out, looking a bit surprised. Those eyes. I know them. I cant put my finger on it, but I know him from somewhere.

“Uhm can I help you? Are you alright?” he asks, stepping out onto the porch closing the door behind him, looking me up and down, maybe trying to figure out why some strange girl is stood sopping wet on his doorstep, or maybe he recognizes me as well.

“Of course that dumbass didn’t tell you,” I sigh. “I’m delivering for Dakota,” I explain, pulling the plastic baggie out of my bra.

“Ah, okay,” he opens the door again, ignoring my hand offering the weed. “Why don’t you come in, get out of the cold?” he offers, holding the door open for me. I consider his offer; He seems kind, and he doesn’t appear to have the money on him anyway. I might as well wait inside while he retrieves it before I catch my death out here.

“Thank you,” I smile, stepping into the warm living room, part of me hoping that Dakota can see me going into the random man’s house. He leads me down to the basement, explaining that this is his bedroom.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, showing two familiar dimples on either cheek as he gestures to his couch. I smile back, happily taking a seat. He walks into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in his hand.

“Did you go to Tates Creek Highschool by chance?” he asks, offering me the grey bath towel.

“I did,” I smile. “Only for freshman year though, my family moved the next county over after that,” I explain. That must be where I know him from.

“Y/n, I thought that was you,” he smiles taking a seat next to me.

“Yeah,” I smile back. “You look familiar, but I’m sorry I can’t remember your name,” I blush, a bit embarrassed that I don’t remember him.

“Ouch,” He chuckles. “I thought getting detention together for stealing the teachers’ cigarettes would have been a bit more memorable,” he says, leaning back on the couch. Then it dawns on me.

“Warren?” I ask, shocked. “Little Warren Lipka?” I turn on the couch to face him, getting a better look- the best look I can get in the dim yellow lighting. I don’t believe it! He laughs at my reaction.

“I guess if you remember me as little Warren, I can see why you didn’t recognize me,” he says, reaching for his grinder and papers laying on the coffee table. “You got that 8th, beautiful?” he asks casually. I blush at the comment, pulling the weed out of my bra once again. I hand him the warm baggie.

“That’ll be 7 bucks, sir,” I grin. All the memories come flooding back to me when our hands touch as we exchange the substance for the cash. All the classes we skipped together, all the many hours in detention we spent alongside each other, the cigarettes that we would smoke under the bleachers. He was shorter than me then, he always had his hair buzzed and wore oversized clothes to hide his small frame. I guess he was a late bloomer, because the only remnants of that little boy are the deep brown eyes and dimples displayed like artwork on the handsome grown man in front of me.

“You look really good,” he breaks me out of my thoughts, sparking the joint he’s just rolled.

“Thank you,” I smile. He passes me the paper. I take a hit. “You look good yourself,” I exhale through my nose, handing the joint back to warren.

“So you’re a friend of Dakotas?” He asks, after sucking in a breath of smoke as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch and behind my shoulders.

“His girlfriend, actually,” My response catches him off guard, making him choke on the smoke.

“Holy shit,” he laughs in between coughs. “How the hell did that goon bag you?” he asks, flabbergasted. I can’t help but giggle, taking another drag off the joint.

“Sometimes I wonder the same thing,” I answer honestly. Dakota isn’t exactly the best boyfriend in the world. We’ve been dating almost two years and I’ve caught him with other girls multiple times. He doesn’t respect my boundaries or my aspirations, yet somehow, he always convinces me to stay. I guess when you’re as attractive as he is and as insecure as I am, it isn’t hard for him to convince me that he’s the best I’ll ever have.

“So what’s wrong with Dakota? Why couldn’t he make the delivery himself?” Warren asks, looking down at the joint between his lips as it glows crimson. “Not that I’m complaining,” he clarifies.

“He said he was tired and didn’t want to get his shoes wet,” I laugh, feeling the THC start to take effect. “Can you believe that?” I ask, laying a hand on warrens thigh in my fit of giggles. “He’s just sitting in his shit box a block away,” I say, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. Warren raises his eyebrows, looking at me with glossy eyes.

“Wow,” he scoffs. “I actually don’t believe that. I couldn’t imagine having your girl make deliveries for you. Thats some serious pussy shit,” he rolls his eyes, holding the joint up to my mouth. I take a hit from the hot paper between his fingers. I look down at the spliff, then back at him to find his eyes already fixed on me. “If I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you make deliveries for me,” he says in a much quieter tone, the moment is almost intimate as I blow the smoke into his face that’s closer to mine than I realized, but I can’t bring myself to back away. “And I sure as hell wouldn’t want you smoking with me,” he adds, bringing the joint to his lips to take the final hit.

“Why’s that?” I ask in a whisper with butterflies in my stomach, breathing in the smoke that’s slowly rolling off his lips.

“Because it gives me the opportunity to do something I’ve wanted to do since freshman year,” he matches my tone, glancing at my lips, bringing his finger and thumb around my chin, tilting my head up towards him. My heart begins to race at his proximity, I know I should pull away from him, but I can’t. I don’t want to. Just as his lips barely brush against mine, my Nokia rings out, sounding like an alarm, making me jump in surprise, scrabbling to find the small cellphone on the couch.

“Hey babe,” Warren answers the phone, winking at me. My stomach drops. Fuck. I reach for the phone, but warren stands up. “Nah man she’s good she’s right here. I just gave her the mon- hey. Hey!” I hear warren begin to shout. I cease my struggle to grab the phone. “Is there a fucking problem man?” Warren seethes into the phone. I hear my boyfriend’s muffled speech. “Yeah, I didn’t fuckin think so,” he hangs up the phone, handing the small plastic brick to me.

“You look pretty stoned,” he says picking up a coat off the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Let me walk you out. You remember where his car is?” he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back, ushering me to the steps. I nod my head yes, staring at him with wide eyes trying to process what just happened.

“Lead the way then, beautiful,” he grins, and just like that, the butterflies are back. I don’t dare respond, not knowing what will come out of my mouth.

The walk to Dakota’s car is silent but comfortable, still pretty baked, I feel the rain coming down in sheets. vibrating calmly in my bones. I stare up at the orange glow of the streetlights in the night sky in awe. Everything looks so beautiful when you’re high.

“Here he is,” Warren says approaching the small rust bucket of a car that my boyfriend drives. He opens the passenger door for me. After I’m seated, he leans in to look at Dakota. “Don’t have your girl make trips for you anymore, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says calmly but it comes across like a threat, before tossing a couple folded bills at Dakota and closing the door. I’m glad he remembered the money. Dakota would have killed me if I had left it down there.

 My boyfriend is quiet. Much more quiet than he normally is when someone threatens his masculinity. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s scarred of Warren.

As Dakota pulls off, his Insane Clown Posse CD playing quietly, I look out the side mirror to see warren standing with his hands in his pockets, getting soaked in the rain in nothing other than his t-shirt and jeans, watching me ride away. As Dakota begins to bitch and complain my ear, all I can think about is when ill see Warren again, then I remember; I have his coat. It would be rude of me to keep it. I’ll just have to return it to him.

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It’s been a week since my interaction with Warren, and I can’t stop thinking about him.

‘Is it so wrong that I want to catch up with an old friend?’ I ask myself. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with visiting a friend, the issue lies in the fact that the thoughts I’m having of him aren’t exactly platonic.

‘I’ll just drop his coat off, thanking him for the kind gesture and be on my way.’ I tell myself as I climb into my car. ‘Okay, maybe I could make some small talk with him, that’s innocent enough. Yeah, ill ask him about his job, if he’s going to school now, stuff like that’ I manage to convince myself that this will be a short, polite visit with an old friend, but a part of me must know the truth because I tell Dakota that I’m going out with my mother for lunch.

I park my vehicle on a side street near the Lipka house, just in case Dakota drives down here for whatever reason. I grab Warrens coat and walk up to the porch.

‘Maybe he’s not home and I’ll just hand it to his parents,’ I think as I knock on the door. The thought disappoints me, but maybe it’s for the b-

“Y/n!” Warren exclaims as the door swings open. “What a pleasant surprise,” he crunches on a Cheeto, crinkling the bag as he folds it shut.

“Hey Warren,” I smile at the man standing in front of me while he licks the Cheeto dust off his fingers.

“Come in, its freezing,” he steps aside so I can enter. I frown a bit.

“Well, actually I’m just here to return your coat,” I hold out the slick material.

“How kind,” he flashes his dimples. “Are you in a rush?” He asks as he retrieves his jacket.

“Well, no…” I trail off, trying to think of an excuse, but its hard to excuse yourself from something you want more than anything else.

“Then come inside real quick, darling, just to warm up,” he winks at me and I cant help but giggle. I surrender, stepping into his warm home once again,and following him down to his room.

I sit down on his couch as Invader Zim plays on his box tv.

“This may be a bold assumption,” Warren starts as he sits down on the cushion next to me. “But I think you may have come back for something more than the raincoat,” he suggests, looking into my eyes.

“Warren-“ I begin, but I don’t know what to say. He’s right. I want to desperately finish what we almost started last week. Just the faint brushing of his lips against mine has made me feel something I’ve never experienced before. I need to feel him-

“Free weed, right?” He grins picking up the rolling tray.

Oh.

 I can’t help but blush. I thought for a moment that Warren had already forgotten about our last encounter, but the wink he sends my way suggests that he meant exactly what I thought he meant.

“It’s not often that I don’t have to match,” I admit, pulling my legs up to my chest.

“You mean with friends, right?” Warren asks before he licks the thin rolling paper, holding my gaze as his tongue slowly slides across the wrap.

“Uh,” my breath hitches in my throat. Damn he looks so good. I’ve never wanted to be a rolling paper so bad in my life. “No, I mean in general. Dakota says he’s, uhm, running a business. So I have to pay or match what I smoke every time we, uh, spark. Or else I’m stealing from him,” I mutter out. Warren smirks at the pink raising in my cheeks once again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Thank God he can’t see the pool forming in my underwear.

“No offense y/n,” he sparks the joint, inhaling a hit of hot smoke. “But Dakotas pathetic,” he breaths out.

“None taken,” I laugh as I take the paper from his hand.

“I mean for more than just the way he treats you,” he explains as I pass the joint back to him. “I’ve known him for a while. We met through a mutual friend, a few years ago. Started smoking together, then started dealing together and breaking into the chain stores around here, ya know, the ones that just throw shit away while people are starving,” he begins to explain as he sinks into the couch, leaning his head back, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the drop ceiling tiles of his bedroom. I stare at him, taking another hit, hanging on to his every word. I could listen to his voice all day. “Soon he started shorting people on weed, over charging behind my back, he was jealous of how well I was doing, always trying to one up me, bragging about how he’s making more money than me, not caring how he achieved it. Then one night, he decided he was going to try and break into a store by himself, of course he chose the corner store down the street, the one owned by the little old lady,” he chuckles. “I beat the shit out of him as soon as I found out,” he takes a hit. “Pussy didn’t throw a single punch back. Just curled up on the ground. Worst part is; he didn’t even get anything. She chased him off with a broom,” he runs a hand through his long brown hair, finally looking at me as he hands me the spliff.

“Wow, I guess that’s why he seemed so scared the other day,” I giggle. I should feel bad, this guy just told me he beat my boyfriend up, but I almost want to thank him.

“That’s also why I get a discount,” he grins as smoke rolls out of his nostrils. “But for once,” he leans in closer to me. “I’m jealous of him,” I can feel his breath on my face. “Seeing you ride off in that car with him last week was painful to watch. You should have been right here with me,” he pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face, and I melt into his touch.

“Well,” I take in a shaky breath, unable to resist those coffee-colored eyes. “I’m here now, Warren.” And with that, the world ceases to spin as he crashes his lips into mine. I’m suddenly aware of my quick heartbeat, every ounce of blood flowing throw my veins, the electricity that shoots from Warrens hands into my body. The smell of smoke on his breath and the slightly stale air in the basement invades my senses. The kiss is desperate and hungry; something I haven’t felt in years. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him.

“This is wrong, Warren,” I pull away reluctantly.

“No beautiful, it was wrong when he called me asking for Chelsea’s contact last month,” he pants. The mention of that whores name makes my blood boil. She’s his most recent side piece. “Had I known he was with you, I would have beat his ass again instead of sending it,” he says honestly, as his hand runs gently up my hip. My mind is made up in an instant. I take the joint out of his hand, inhaling one last hit before I set it in the ash tray. I slide down to the floor on my knees in between his legs before I take my sweater off, tossing it to the side.

“You’re right,” I grin as I reach for his buckle. The pop of the metal releasing ringing through my ears as I shimmy the jeans off his body. I look up at Warren through my lashes, his eyes wide staring down at me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The sight makes my core tingle.

“May I?” I ask palming him through his plaid boxers, feeling his dick stiffen under my touch.

“I insist,” he grins, helping me slide the boxers off. My eyes widen at his length in front of me. He’s perfect. I take him into my hand, holding his gaze as I let spit drip from my kiss bruised lips onto his tip, allowing me to stroke him easier. He curses under his breath as I move my hand up and down his now rock hard dick. I smile to myself before wrapping my mouth around his tip, slowly moving down his length until he hits the back of my throat, then I hollow out my cheeks, as I begin to bob up and down. Warren lifts his head to take in the sight below him. He rests a gentle hand on the back of my head.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he groans, instinctively moving his hips in rhythm with my head. I hum in response as I bring my other hand underneath his length to massage his balls, earning a low moan from him.

Soon he takes over, holding my head as he thrusts into my mouth. I push him in as far as possible, gagging on his length. He stands up so he can properly fuck my throat. This isn’t something that I normally do, I never allow Dakota to use me like this. But right now, I think I would let warren do absolutely anything he desires, and I would enjoy every second of it. This is the first time I’ve ever been so turned on from pleasing someone else. My underwear is soaked my arousal and he’s barely touched me. The praise and moans coming from Warren is enough to get me off. The way his eyes peer into mine as he violates my throat, bringing a gentle thumb up to wipe the tears that creep out of my eyes makes my heart flutter.

“Come here baby,” Warren pulls out of my mouth, I gasp for air as he picks my up to carry me to his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and asks permission to pull my pants off. I nod quickly, earning a chuckle from him. “You did so good for me,” he lays a kiss on my forehead, using his shirt to wipe the tears and spit from my face, I smile at the sweet gesture. He pulls me into a kiss after climbing on top of me, both of us now completely naked. Warrens hand wonders down to my heat, dipping a finger into my entrance, I whimper at the contact. “You really got off to me fucking your throat, huh?” He smiles against my lips, feeling how wet I am for him.

“Please just fuck me Warren,” I beg. He smirks as he lines himself up with me.

“You ready, beautiful?” He asks. I nod, impatiently scooting closer to him, begging for contact. He chuckles as he slowly pushes into me. Being stretched out has never felt so good. There’s almost no pain as I easily take him, a loud moan escapes my lips

“Shh,” he smirks as he continues to push into me, stifling his own moans. “My folks are upstairs baby, not so loud,” he explains.

“I’m sorry,” I giggle. “You just feel so fucking go-“ I cut myself off with another loud moan as he begins rocking his hips at a steady pace. I clamp my hands over my mouth to muffle my moans. Warren looks down at me as he he pounds into me, a hand reaching down to hold my breast’s that are moving in rhythm with his hips.

“God, you’re so stunning,” he praises as he uses his other hand to push his curls out of his face. The sight of Warren on top of me is something that I never want to forget. If this is the last time he has his way with me, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. His hungry eyes that take the time to admire every inch of my body. The way his hair bounces as his cock pounds deeper inside me than anyone has ever been.

Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me feeling empty as he lays down beside me.

“Come here darling,” he rests his back on the head board as he pulls me on top of him. “I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me baby,” he asks as he lays sloppy kisses on my neck. I giggle in response as I straddle him, happily allowing him to fill me once again. I let out a moan of relief as that void in my stomach is satisfied.

“Fuck,” Warren grunts. “You take me so well, beautiful,” he whispers as I bounce up and down on his cock. I lean forward to kiss him, muffling the moans coming from both of us. I move my hips in unison with his as his hand grips onto my ass spreading me open so he can pound as deep in me as possible. Im positive he’s leaving fingernail makes in the soft skin, but I don’t dare stop him. Warren reaches a finger down to rub circles on my clit, giving me just what I need to approach my release.

“Fuck,” I moan into our desperate, wet kiss. “Just like that Warren please,” I beg. Feeling my body heat up and my swollen cunt begin to throb. As Warren thrusts exactly where I need him, I come undone around him as I erupt in a fit of moans and praises. The euphoria quickly filling my body as my release drips onto Warrens twitching dick. He quickly throws me off of him, cum shooting up onto my chest and on to his stomach. I swiftly dip my head down, bringing him into my mouth to milk every last drop out of him.

“Fuck y/n!” He moans in surprise. Now it’s his turn to cover his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. I pull away to lay next to Warren, our chests heaving in unison.

“Holly shit,” he laughs after few minutes of comfortable silence. “That was…you were…wow,” he turns his head to smile at me, already looking at him.

“I can say the same to you,” I giggle, running my hand over his chest. He brings me in for one last kiss, this one gentle and kind.

“You can use my shower if you’d like, I’ve made quite the mess of you,” he smirks.

“Thank you,” I smile standing up. “Uhm, we’re definitely not going to tell Dakota about this, right?” I ask, suddenly feeling… not guilty… but nervous and almost excited in a strange way.

“My lips are sealed, beautiful,” he winks, taking my hand to guide me to his bathroom.

[evanpeterspeter]

AN: In celebration of me being on my period, (yay being a woman..) I figured, why not there be head cannons of the Evan’s response to you being on that time of the month. It’s something small but why not. Theres also a little bit of NSFW, so fair warning.

Ps. It is my birthday today 😽🫶

TW: Blood, NSFW, oral, fingering, unprotected p in v and stuff

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Tate Langdon

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Tate would set up a heating pad for you and

Grab you your favorite book to read

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Play your favorite music and rest his head on your lower stomach, in hopes the weight of him might help the cramps.

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Would pepper kisses everywhere to help distract the pain

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He would sit criss crossed on the bed facing you and will rub your clit to help ease the pain, until you finish

Kit Walker

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Kit would kiss your lower stomach and give you a deep massage where your uterus lays

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Would buy you chocolate and your favorite desserts

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Would do all the house work and chores for you, whilst you get plenty of rest (He'll be wearing your frilly apron while doing all the work)

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He would dick you down so good, it'll cure those cramps by how deep he hits in you, completely bottoming himself out

Kyle Spencer

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Kyle would take you out for a nice dinner

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He would take you shopping and even surprise you with flowers

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He doesn't know what exactly the difference is between pads and tampons, so he buys them both.

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He is very respectful when it comes to sex on your period and no matter how horny he is, he'll always respect your boundaries. Which turns you on.. so now you guys are going missionary

Jimmy Darling

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Jimmy would take care of you like as if you were sick

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His mom would also make you some soup and home baked buttered bread, then he would hand feed you

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He'd make sure that nothing and nobody would bother you

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Would finger fuck you so hard, that your legs would shake and quiver afterwards.

James Patrick March

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James would make everything romantic no matter what

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Would set up a warm bubble bath with candles, with rose petals on the surface of the water and with a glass of wine on the side

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Would pamper you and caress you up and down, leaving kisses and love bites all over

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Would kiss up your thighs and eat you out. Even when it's all a bloody mess, he loves the taste. Especially since it's you

Kai Anderson

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Kai isn't really the kind to pamper you. He thinks it's being vulnerable

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You're only allowed to skip one meeting for cramps/major discomfort, but you would have to make it up to him later

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He also gets irritated when you're PMSing, but will soon apologize, not by words but by showing physical touch, such as in hugging behind you, nuzzling your neck and much more

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Kai's idea of curing your cramps is to fuck you with a vibrator hard and fast. Your whole body and core will be shaking after, and once you finish he'll rail you to the bed. No protection, no towel, he'll leave the blood everywhere to show what mess he created from you

Warren Lipka

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Warren would let you lay in his flannel and will spoon you in bed, placing his warm hands over your lower belly to cradle

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He would pass you a blunt to ease the pain and to help you relax

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He's too lazy to cook, so he'll probably make you a bowl of cereal

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He would let you ride him all much as you wanted. Until of course when he finishes in you.

Peter Maximoff

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Peter would do anything for you, no matter how crazy the request might be

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Would "buy" you junk food in seconds

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He would let you sit on his lap while you play one of his video games on the tv, while rubbing your lower tummy in a circular motion

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Sure he's fast, but you don't know fast until he finger fucks you and using his other hand to rub your tender aching clit like a vibrator

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Tag list: @evansonlylove @xrag-dollx @warrenlipkaswife

[lostreverb]

Haiii I love you and your Warren stuff, I absolutely require more but I have no ideas to ask you to write ^^"

-Duckie 💜

please please please (short n' sweet)

(warren lipka x fem!reader) in where you swear you have good taste in lovers, but your new boyfriend makes everyone think otherwise (wc: ~3.2k) (this fic is a part of my short n' sweet collection!)

content: fluff, angst, established relationship, swearing, drugs (weed), nsfw actions implied

note: ILYT THANK YOU for the request!! (so so sorry this took so long!) also using a song about barry keoghan to write about a movie he was in just feels so good to my brain idk. (also ermm... UK is supposed to be the university of kentucky idk if ppl call it that just go with it)

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the dim light of the living room provided a warm atmosphere for the party you (somewhat) spontaneously decided to attend. your girlfriends had been pestering you to go out recently and you figured coming along this time would get them off your back, at least for a bit. you and your two closest friends lounged on plush couches, drinks in hand. as you sat, listening rather than speaking, your friend marissa’s voice cut through the chatter. the walls seemed to close in when she asked the question you had been dreading:

"so who's this guy you're dating again?"

"uhm... he-" you shifted in your seat, feeling your unease gradually intensify. "he goes to UK.."

another friend, cleo, who sat further down on the couch, leaned forward with a laugh. "come on, girl," she teased. "why is this like pulling teeth with you? stop being so vague and just spit it out."

typically, you'd never be one to hide information about a guy you're dating from the girls but you knew how they were gonna react. you had been avoiding the topic for weeks.

"cause' i know y'all don't like him!" you snapped. "y'all don't like him and i honestly don't want to be lectured-"

"we're not gonna lecture you-" marissa interrupted, her voice softening, trying to reassure you.

"how could we not like him if we don't even know him?" cleo added.

you rolled your eyes. your friends, as sweet as they were, could be very blunt with their opinions on guys. especially ones you dated. sure, your last ex did end up hooking up with his overly flirty biochemistry lab partner, but that wasn’t until after you broke up. a week after, to be exact—but still, it wasn’t like he cheated. and the one before that, the one with a slight drinking problem, couldn't really help it. addiction ran in his family (that's what he told you at least) plus he was irish! who were you to deny him participation in his culture? your friends couldn't be right about everything and you certainly didn't want to entertain the thought they could be right about-

"warren? warren fucking lipka?"

you felt your face heat up at marissa's reaction.

"yes, warren… lipka," you murmured, feeling the air grow heavy as their disapproving stares settled on you. this felt so much worse than how you’d imagined it in your head.

"deals-weed-and-sells-burner-phones-out-of-his-dorm warren?" marissa asked in disbelief.

"didn't he just break the record for most yellow cards in a single season?" cleo added, one eyebrow arched in skepticism.

"he doesn’t deal anymore—and he’s going through some stuff," you huffed, frustration bubbling up as you tried to defend him. warren had never really loved soccer, and after losing all respect for his father following his parents' messy divorce, he’d grown to despise the sport. as for dealing, you’d convinced him to stop after a close call with the cops. besides, he couldn’t stop getting high off his own supply.

"y/n, don’t take this the wrong way… we just don’t want to see you get hurt again," marissa said gently, her voice full of concern.

"or end up as a pothead," cleo chimed in, more bluntly. "you… haven’t smoked with him, have you?"

you didn’t respond, suddenly paralyzed by the sight of a familiar face, standing idly by the drinks table. spencer reinhard. if he was here, then that meant…

a pair of hands covered your eyes, followed by the smell of old spice and a hint of weed. "guess who?"

ah, shit.

"hey…" you said nervously, glancing around the room. of course, he's at the one party you decided to attend.

"you're supposed to guess- whatever- guess what, babe?" warren grinned as he plopped down on your side of the couch, far too comfortably for your liking.

"what?" you asked, trying to keep your voice level.

"got my hands on a couple of pre-rolls," he said, pulling out a small baggy with a smirk. "i told my guy about you, and he threw in some edibles as a gift."

"told him about me?"

"yeah, he couldn't believe it. luckily, i had that polaroid of us—"

you froze, knowing exactly what he was referring to. the first time you had sex high with warren, you came up with the "great" idea to take pictures together afterward. you thought you had hid them, but he must've swiped one without your knowledge.

"you had what?"

"don't worry," warren said quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "i covered the lower half with my hand- are these your friends?" he glanced at the others. "you guys look a bit tense. you interested?" he waved the baggy slightly.

"no." marissa said sternly, her eyes narrowing as she shot him a cold look. cleo, sitting beside her, simply ignored him, her expression unreadable.

"jeez, what's their problem?" warren muttered.

"warren, go hang out with spence…" you desperately wanted him to leave.

sensing your discomfort, warren shrugged. "fine," he said, standing up. "we'll be out back. let me know when you wanna go- i’ll give you a ride."

you watched as warren walked away, a pang of guilt settling in for how dismissive you had been. you were only trying to protect him until you could get your friends to understand. yes, warren was incredibly chaotic, but that was part of what drew you to him. he wasn’t just some lazy stoner; he wanted to push boundaries and break rules. he yearned to live a different kind of life, to do something extraordinary, unbothered by what others thought.

but he cared what you thought, and you had just pushed him away.

you rose from the couch, glancing over at your friends. the need to apologize was growing by the second, urging you to make things right. "hey guys, i'll see you around. i think i need to-"

before you could finish, warren was suddenly at your side. "we've gotta go, come on."

"what? why?" you asked, confused.

"LIPKA!" you heard someone roar from an open door. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"

warren’s strong grip clamped around your wrist, pulling you out of the house. as you stumbled behind him, you took a glance back and saw the angry figure charging toward you, recognizing the unmistakable frat symbol on his shirt.

when you finally reached the car, spencer was already in the driver’s seat, watching behind you. without hesitation, you scrambled into the backseat and warren followed, the frantic moment pushing you into the vehicle.

"GO, GO, GO!" warren shouted, a hint of laughter in his voice. the engine roared to life, and the car surged forward, its tires screeching against the pavement.

the escape left your heart pounding furiously, and you struggled to process the chaos you had just experienced. the boys erupted in laughter as the car sped away. warren leaned forward, playfully thumping spencer on the shoulder.

“serves that fucking asshole right!” he exclaimed, his grin wide with satisfaction.

“what happened?” you asked, still trying to catch your breath.

warren pulled out a wad of cash, holding it up with a triumphant smirk. “i sold that dumbass jake a baggy of flour.”

you sighed, rolling your eyes slightly, your friend's comments echoing in your mind. warren glanced at you. his mouth opened as if he was about to say something, but he quickly thought better of it. you both stayed quiet the whole ride to your college apartment, avoiding the tension that hung between you like a dark cloud.

when spencer finally pulled up to the curb, you both stepped out of the car, the cool night air doing little to ease the knot in your stomach. you walked ahead, the familiar path to your apartment feeling longer than usual, while warren followed closely behind.

as soon as the door to your place clicked shut, warren got straight to the point.

“what’s going on?” his eyes were fixed on you, searching for answers.

“warren, i’m just tired-"

“that’s bullshit, y/n, and you know it,” he shot back, stepping closer, the intensity in his gaze making it impossible to look away. your relationship was still fairly new and you had never seen him like this. not with you, anyway.

you stayed quiet, biting your lip as you searched for something, anything, to say that wouldn’t make things worse. but the words wouldn’t come, trapped somewhere between your throat and the overwhelming pressure in your chest.

warren ran a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in the sharp tug of his fingers as they glided through the long strands. his voice dropped to a softer tone, almost vulnerable, as if the question he was about to ask took everything out of him. "are- are you embarrassed of me?"

"baby… no-" you began, but your voice faltered as you caught the frown on his face. it was a small, almost imperceptible pouting of his lips, but it spoke volumes. he didn’t believe you. and deep down, in a place you didn’t want to admit even existed, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself either.

warren shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he leaned back against the wall, his arms crossing defensively. "you never even let me come over when you head back home."

you opened your mouth to respond, your mind racing to come up with something that would make this better, make him understand. "that’s because-" you started, but he cut you off.

"you think i’m gonna embarrass you in front of your parents," he said, the words spilling out in a rush. "'our poor perfect daughter is dating a fuck-up.' i’m not a fuck-up! i just have different plans for my life than you boring-ass people!"

"warren, i never-" you tried to interject, but he was on a roll now, the floodgates of his emotions opening wide.

"and i can’t fucking be perfect all the time!" he yelled. "i’m fucking human!" he continued to ramble, his words tumbling over each other, his breaths coming quicker.

"warren-" you tried again, but he didn’t seem to hear you.

"WARREN!" you finally shouted, your voice slicing through his seemingly never-ending rant.

he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes snapping to yours, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back whatever else he was desperate to say. "WHAT?!" he barked.

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "fine, next friday, i’m supposed to head back home… it’s my dad’s birthday dinner… you can come and meet my family."

warren’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, and he let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "i don’t need your pity invitation,"

you stepped closer, your eyes locking onto his. "i want you to come!" you insisted. "it’s never been about you. it’s just… my parents can be a bit judgmental," you lied, the words tasting bitter on your tongue, but you couldn’t bear to tell him the truth.

warren studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. finally, he let out a heavy sigh. "you promise?" he asked, stepping closer to you.

you reached out, taking his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "i promise," you said softly, hoping that the warmth in your voice would be enough to convince him, even if you were still trying to convince yourself.

he lazily guided your arms around his back, his touch gentle as he pulled you into a sweet embrace. his warmth enveloped you, and as his arms tightened around you, a familiar sense of safety washed over you. being in his arms never failed to make you feel protected, cherished, as if nothing in the world could touch you.

despite the conflicting feelings that swirled inside you about how others perceived your relationship- their judgments, their whispers-none of it seemed to matter when you were wrapped up in him like this. in the quiet moments, when it was just the two of you, all you felt was the love you had for him, pure and undeniable, drowning out any doubts or fears.

you felt warren shift in your embrace, his body tensing slightly against yours. instinctively, you pulled away, your brows furrowing in confusion as you noticed the sudden change in him.

"babe?" you asked, tilting your head as you looked up at him. "are you… hard?"

warren’s cheeks flushed as he offered a sheepish grin, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "you just look so fuckin' hot right now…" it more had to do with you raising your voice at him for the first time but he would never admit to that.

a surprised laugh escaped your lips. "ohhh my god," you said, shaking your head. "weirdo!" the playful insult held no real bite; if anything, you were relieved that his thoughts had shifted to something less serious, even if it was a bit… unsavory.

"sorrryy," warren drawled out, his grin wide.

you rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "alright, come on-" you began to turn around when, without warning, he scooped you up, tossing you over his shoulder with surprising ease.

“warren!” you squealed in surprise, but your protests were ignored as he held you securely, his strong arms wrapping around your legs as he carried you toward your room with a determined stride.

"to the bedroom!" he declared, as he marched forward, your laughter echoing through the hallway.

as he carried you into the room, you could feel the tension of earlier melting away, replaced by the warmth of his affection and the thrill of being so completely swept up in his arms.

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you’d been worried about how warren would fit into the evening at your parents, thinking to your friends criticisms, but to your surprise, the atmosphere had been light and warm, the conversation flowing easily. it turned out that your dad had been friends with warren’s father during their college days- which served as an easy topic to build off of. although warren wasn’t particularly fond of talking about his dad, he managed during the talk, his jokester personality doing wonders with your parents.

after dinner, the mood was relaxed, everyone contentedly full and in good spirits. the suggestion to watch a movie came up, and it was quickly agreed upon. as you and your mom went to sit on the couch, your dad motioned for warren to join him on the porch. there was a certain seriousness in your dad’s tone that made you pause, a small flicker of worry sparking in the back of your mind. but you brushed it off, telling yourself it was nothing. probably just a typical fatherly chat.

still, as the minutes ticked by and they didn’t return, the worry began to gnaw at you. you exchanged a glance with your mom, who raised an eyebrow, her expression mirroring your own unease. finally, unable to ignore the growing curiosity, you decided to check on them.

you slowly slid the glass door open, stepping out onto the porch, the cool night air brushing against your skin. “hey-” you started, peering around the corner, only to freeze at the sight before you. “oh, what the fuck? dad!”

your dad, looking far too amused for his own good, was holding a joint, a cloud of smoke curling lazily in the air around him. he chuckled at your reaction as passed the joint off to warren, who accepted it with a grin, taking a casual drag as if this were the most normal thing in the world. he would've killed you if he ever caught you smoking but here he is.

"what?" your dad replied with a shrug. he glanced at warren, who was now chuckling along with him, clearly enjoying the situation. "it's my birthday! i think i deserve to treat myself"

behind you, your mom appeared in the doorway, having followed you outside when you didn’t return. she took one look at the scene and burst into laughter, the sound infectious and disarming. you found yourself laughing too, the absurdity of it all breaking through your shock.

“i can’t believe this,” you muttered, shaking your head, but unable to wipe the grin from your face as you watched them both continue to banter as if they were old buddies.

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the car hummed softly as you drove through the dimly lit streets. warren sat in the passenger seat, his arm resting casually on the window ledge as he glanced at you.

"you know," he began, speaking a bit slurred as his hand played with one of your loose curls. "your dad is seriously cool… like, really cool. and, uh, i gotta say it- your mom’s a total milf."

you felt your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and you glanced over at him, half-laughing, half in disbelief. "warren, please, don’t fuck my mom."

warren's eyes widened, and he quickly waved his hands in front of him as if warding off your words. "whoa, whoa- no, i didn’t mean it like that!" he stammered. "i meant it objectively, you know? respectfully. she’s a milf, sure, but like… it's cool to see where you get all your killer looks from," he added, trying to recover.

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at his desperate attempt to backtrack. "nice save," you replied, your lips curving into a smirk as you focused back on the road.

warren chuckled, visibly relieved that you weren’t upset. "i mean it though," he said more softly, his voice carrying a sincere note that held more layers than he could express in the moment. "you’ve got great genes."

you pulled up in front of warren’s house and parked, turning off the engine, the sudden silence filling the small space between you.

he took a moment before unbuckling his seatbelt, his movements slow as if he was reluctant to leave. he turned to face you, his expression earnest now. "thanks for the ride," he said, hand reaching to scratch the back of his head. "and, you know, for trusting me. i don’t take that lightly."

you met his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the sincerity in his eyes. "of course," you replied softly. you can't believe you ever doubted him. "i trust you, warren."

there was a brief pause, a moment where the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in the quiet cocoon of the car. then, without warning, warren leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, lingering kiss. it was soft, sweet, and filled with unspoken promise (and of course weed).

when he pulled back, a small smile played on his lips, and he reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "see you tomorrow?"

"yeah, see you tomorrow."

warren opened the car door and stepped out, turning back to give you one last look. "goodnight,"

"goodnight," you echoed, watching as he walked up the path to his front door. he paused at the entrance, giving you a final wave before disappearing inside.

you sat there for a moment, the smile on your face widening as you replayed the evening’s events in your mind. the earlier worries and doubts that had clouded your thoughts now seemed distant, almost silly. maybe, just maybe, you didn’t need to be so worried after all.

[my-own-walker]

hi again lmao, can you please make an imagine where you have your first time with warren lipka (evan as him and female pronouns please )?? thank u sm

note: with peace and love, i know warren is a pretty darkly written/intense character with like a lot of baggage but in keeping with the theme of the reader's first time I'm gonna write him as a total sweet softie. no hate to people who write him that way, bc i eat it up every time, but yeah.

warnings: sm*t,

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The rain fell heavily on my windows, near gale-force winds roaring by outside. I always loved thunderstorms. I found I could only truly relax when the weather was at its most chaotic. Bad weather had always just seemed like a good excuse to do nothing.

And there was no one I enjoyed doing nothing with better than Warren. He and I were friends since childhood. Our birthdays were in the same month of the same year. Our moms met while pregnant. Joined some group of pregnant ladies that were pregnant together and due around the same time. Warren was just four days older than me. We had tons of play dates as kids.

I’ve always loved him. Even from our days in diapers. The way in which I loved him changed over the years, but sandbox love never dies. The underlying love I had for him was something born out of childhood that retained its youthful innocence. The blushing, bashful, feet-kicking, hair-twirling desire that permeates even schoolyard crushes.

Growing together and apart and then together again meant that no matter what, we could depend on one another. We went to the same pre-school, survived the perils of public school together-ish, then proceeded to go to the same college.

His mother was thoroughly convinced we’d get married someday. ‘It’s fate,’ she’d say. I wanted to be his someday. I never broached the topic with him, though. After countless ‘like a sister’ comments throughout high school, I didn’t dare suggest being something more to him. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be his someday. And I wouldn’t dare jeopardise our friendship for the fulfillment of some ancient crush.

But as the rain fell, surrounded in my blankets, laying next to Warren, listening to music, I couldn’t help but realize the feeling was becoming too much to bear.

He was always at my campus apartment. He hated living at home. We were so totally comfortable with each other, he practically lived with me.

He lay there, unmoving, on my bed. Just inches away from me. His eyes were cast at the ceiling, staring off into whatever daydream he fancied. The rain was also his favorite. ‘Karma Police’ by Radiohead began playing over the small speakers. Warren groaned loudly.

‘God, Y/N, enough of this miserable shit! Why do you only listen to like, the world’s saddest music?’ he whined. ‘Give me your iPod.��

‘You’re such a drama queen,’ I sighed, rolling my eyes as I chucked the device in his direction. He caught it clumsily and laughed in triumph when he switched the song.

‘Sweeter Memories’ by Todd Rundgren played.

‘That’s an out-of-the-box pick,’ I smirked, raising an eyebrow at him. ‘You feeling some sappy 70s shit?’ He didn’t reply. I smacked him lightly on his stomach.

‘What?’ he exclaimed, feigning annoyance.

‘You like ignoring me?’ I laughed.

‘It’s only my favorite pastime,’ he snarked.

‘Yeah? Ignore this,’ I challenged, lurching to jab at his sides with my fingers. He jumped and sat up abruptly, turning to get me back. I squealed and scrambled to get out of bed before he could reach me, but it was no avail. He grabbed me around my waist and began to tickle my sides, rendering me utterly helpless. I succumbed to my own laughter and melted into his touch.

We ended up a collapsed heap on my bed, Warren hovering just above me as we both giggled. Sobering, he looked me in the eyes before lowering himself to kiss me. At first a soft, closed-mouth kiss, slowly morphed into something more passionate. Without warning, he pried himself from me, sitting up at the edge of the bed, turned away from me.

‘God, I’m sorry,’ he breathed. ‘That was…’

‘No, no, it’s fine,’ I interrupted.

‘No, man, I think I just took advantage of you or something. I’m sorry,’ he gushed, hands flailing defeatedly as he spoke.

‘Warren, it was okay I promise,’ I insisted.

‘I just, like sometimes, I’m just being stupid,’ he stammered. ‘I feel like I’ve just been wanting to do that.’ A hot flush came to my cheeks. Waves of heat on my face indicated just how much I had been needing to hear him say that.

‘Really? Because me too,’ I replied, almost soundlessly. He turned to face me slowly, an unreadable expression painted on his face. I froze and began chewing the nail on my thumb.

For some relevant context, I had really never even been kissed. Warren was a seasoned veteran in the world of relationships and physical touch. I, I guess subconsciously, had been waiting for Warren for years. So, in turn, it rendered me a hopeless romantic and a college-aged virgin. He was the one I wanted, so I never pursued anything with anyone else.

'Are you sure?' Warren spoke, breaking my train of thought. Instead of replying, I sat up on the bed to meet his lips and began kissing him again. He pushed me back down, positioning himself to be on top of me. ‘You okay?’

I didn’t even realize I had tensed up a bit.

‘I’m good I’m just…new to this,’ I breathed, punctuating my sentence with a small laugh.

‘Oh god, I didn’t even, I totally forgot you’ve never…’ he stammered. ‘I can take it slow.’

‘If you can’t walk, then run,’ I replied. ‘I’ve never been one to take things slow.’

His lips reconnected with mine. I reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged at it to indicate that I wanted it off. He adjusted himself to help me slide the fabric over his head. He laughed and shook his head.

‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ he chuckled.

‘Warren, shut up,’ I scolded.

He pulled my sweatshirt over my head, leaving me in just my bra and shorts. I felt weirdly exposed. I laid there, not entirely sure what to do with myself, where to put my hands, all of that. Warren took the liberty of taking his pants off himself, probably knowing I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it for him.

I felt his hot breath caress my chest as he peppered kisses all over my breasts, just above my bra. Goosebumps covered my skin. I had never felt anything like this. I just wanted him in every sense of the word. I guided his hand to the waistband of my shorts. He got the hint and pulled them off swiftly, beginning to kiss my thighs and tummy.

My stomach turned. As much as I wanted this, I couldn’t help but be a little scared. Warren looked up briefly and must have seen the look on my face. He softened and returned his attention to my face. The eye contact calmed my nerves, allowing me to give him the go-ahead to take things all the way.

He slowly pulled off my underwear and lined himself up with my entrance. I kept looking into his eyes to steady myself, and before I knew it, he was inside of me. I gasped quietly at the pressure.

‘Okay?’ he grunted. I nodded in reply. He pushed further into me, taking care not to hurt me. Tears rushed to my eyes. It was such a strange feeling. Warren hit his stride. Knowing my limit, he began to thrust rhythmically. At first, I wasn’t sure if I liked it. But after a bit, I began to relax into him and feel the pleasure and warmth of the experience.

I screwed my eyes shut and moaned slightly. Two things I had no control over. Warren moaned, too, seemingly pleased with my reaction. It wasn’t long before he came.

‘My god,’ I sighed, feeling a a sense of relief that was entirely unique and new. Warren, who had crashed down onto the bed next to me, panted heavily.

‘You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,’ he murmured.

‘What?’

‘It’s always been you,’ he continued. ‘I’ve always wanted you.’

‘Warren, there’s no way. I’ve always wanted you,’ I said, shocked.

‘I just thought, I don’t know, you saw us as just friends, or something. Nothing more,’ he elaborated.

‘That’s what I thought you felt,’ I replied.

‘Guess we just needed to talk it out,’ he smirked. He pulled me in closer to him, guiding my head to rest on his chest. Experiencing this side of him was something I’d always wanted, and I was in such disbelief that it was all happening so fast.

Listening to his breathing even out, my heart swelled at the dream I was now living.

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I think this sucks but I’m not sure LMAO. I just like Warren a lot and I picture him being very soft in private idk. Thank you again for the request!

[yes-divine-ruler]

We Fucking Did It - Warren Lipka

Summary: Warren just carried out his grand heist, and together you celebrate his (at the time) supposed victory.

CW: talk of a heist, dirty talk, rough unprotected penetrative sex, spanking, hair pulling, fingering

Word count: 1233

You sat in the getaway van in the backseat, biting down on your thumb nail, anticipating what was going on inside Transylvania University library. Chas was just as nervous as you were behind the wheel, his leg bobbing up and down, shaking the car with every repetition.

“Do you think they’re okay?” You ask, your forehead beginning to bead with sweat. The adrenaline was pumping just from thinking of how the boys inside felt, Warren particularly.

“Holy shit they’re there,” Chas turned the car on, his foot heavy on the accelerator as he pulled over to where Eric and Warren were running. You screamed as Warren ran in front of the car, Chas on the brakes just as he hit him. Warren stood up quickly, coming around to the backseat of the van.

The door swung open, and Warren and Eric piled inside.

“Go! Go! Go!” Warren yelled, his hands shaking from adrenaline as Chas sped off down the road. Warren leaned forward, and before you knew it, he’d thrown up all over the passenger seat. You jumped backwards as Warren groaned, leaning back into him to rub his back.

“Where the fuck is it?” Chas turned to look at Warren and Eric in the backseat.

“What?” Warren asked, you could tell he knew but he was trying to play it off.

“The fucking Birds of America dipshit, what else?”

“We dropped it.”

Chas slammed down on the brakes, sending you all flying forward.

“What the fuck Chas?” Warren screamed, “why are you fucking stopping?”

Warren opened his backpack hastily, pulling out a leather back book.

“I got the fucking Darwin,” Warren pulled out a rare original copy of Darwin’s “On the Origin of Species”.

“Holy shit Warren,” you said, your fingers running over the cover of the book.

“That is like, extraordinary,” you breathe out, Eric looking over your shoulder at the book.

“What do you got?” Warren asked Eric, who was almost hyperventilating next to you, muttering gibberish.

“Eric! What do you fucking got!” Warren yelled, startling you. You covered both your ears, sinking down in your seat as the two men argued.

Warren and Eric discovered a two-volume set of the Hortus Sanitatis, and 20 original Audubon pencil drawings stacked in Eric’s backpack.

“Fuck! I can’t believe we dropped the fucking Birds of America!” Warren screamed, hitting the seat in front of him. You turned to look at him, and was cautious not to upset him more. You placed a hand on his arm, and you felt him relax under your touch.

“But we got something,” he then said, his mood altering, letting out a loud laugh.

Chas had dropped you three off, Warren and Eric taking off their clothes and shoving them in large black trash bags. You handed them both a new set of clothes, and together you walked back to the house.

“I’m going home, I feel fucking ill,” Eric said, walking away from the house and leaving you and Warren behind.

Warren looked at you with a big smile, suddenly scooping you up in his arms and carrying you inside. You shrieked as he dropped you down on his bed in his bedroom, and began attacking you with wet kisses.

“My breath smells like puke, let me just brush my teeth,” Warren got up suddenly and left you alone, coming back shortly after and laying back down next to you on the bed. He laid his head into your neck, leaving soft kisses down from your jaw.

“We fucking did it,” he whispered into your neck, sucking onto the skin there, a surprised gasp escaping your lips.

“And now I’m going to fuck you senseless to celebrate,” Warren looked up at you, licking his lips before diving in to kiss you.

You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around Warren’s neck. His kisses got harder, his tongue entering your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He groaned into the kiss, wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you up off the bed.

You laughed as he picked you up again and set you against the wall. He pulled down his pants with one hand in a hurried fury, his other holding you up against the wall.

“My god am I gonna fuck you,” he growled, setting you down on your feet and pulling down your shorts and panties in a single motion. He turned you around, your ass now exposed to him entirely.

He kicked your legs apart, your cheek against the wall as he lined up at your entrance. You watched him spit into his hand, and then you felt two fingers enter you. You gasped again in surprise, and then couldn’t help the moans that left your lips as you rocked your hips back against his fingers.

“So fucking tight and wet,” Warren groaned, his fingers leaving you and wrapping around his cock, finally filling you with his entire length in a rough thrust.

Warren pushed on your back slightly, bending you forwards as he pulled your hair into a make shift ponytail with the other. You were in pain from his roughness, but nothing that wasn’t so utterly pleasurable to you at the same time.

“Fuck-fuck!” You screamed, Warren’s thrusts increasing in speed, his hand meeting your ass cheek with a deafening slap.

“That’s my fucking girl, taking my cock like a fucking whore,” he growled, another slap sounding the room, your ass cheek now sweltering red from the abuse.

He tugged your head back by your hair, sloppily kissing your lips, then the corner of your mouth as he let out loud, low moans.

“I’m gonna cum,” he announced, letting go of your hair and spreading both your cheeks with his hands, his thrusts driving deeper inside you, brushing up against your g spot and sending you into overdrive. His fingers on one hand came around to your clit, rubbing fast circles, his other hand still spreading open your backside.

“Warren- oh my god,” you let out as you came, his finger not slowing as you clenched around him, your moans filling the room as you rode out your orgasm.

He came shortly after, his thrusts becoming sloppy and slow before he pulled out of you. You stayed against the wall, as he leaned down and spread your cheeks again, shaking your ass as his cum leaked from your entrance. He laid another harsh smack on your already sore ass cheek.

“That’s it, that’s all my fucking cum in that sweet pussy of yours,” he growled, as you whimpered, your face still pressed against the wall.

He finally stepped away, breathing deeply, as you turned to meet his gaze.

“Come here,” he instructed, as you walked over to him and sat on his lap, “now that was some good fucking sex,” he let out a laugh, laying his back down on the bed and taking you with him.

His phone rang, just as you both laid down to rest, and he got up to answer it. He held it to his ear, his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the person on the line.

“Eric! You’re fucking kidding me, man,” he spat, running a hand through his long, sweaty, hair.

“We’ll be over in a second,” he said, slamming his phone back down on his nightstand.

“Y/N, we gotta go, Spencer fucked up.”

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[evanchantingpeters]

"Why haven't I seen these Evan pics before?" dump. Mmmkay, devoured...

No, but why did he serve so much—even in the most casual instances?

[violetwitch12087]

Never loved something more...

For "The Evans" I was wondering if u could do "how'd they react if they walked in on reader masturbating" - this is so embarrassing to even right oml 🚶🏻‍♀️ but anyways id appreciate it 🤍!

The Evans

-Their reaction on finding reader masturbating-

A/N: Don’t be embarrassed 🩷 Thanks for the brilliant idea 🧎🏼‍♀️ I can see these shitty lines before I even write them oml

How do the Evans react when they catch you masturbating? Will they leave, watch or maybe join you?

Warnings: mention of masturbation

Tate Langdon:

-Ok this little pervert. He definitely is the one who watches you... from beginning till the end. He just turns on the ´invisible mode´ and then he simply watches you.

-I bet he gets so turned on by that he even starts pleasuring himself. You of course do not even notice him. You will think you’re safe with your locked door. But oh no, not with Tate, nope, non, no, não, nej, nein... you get it? Nothing sexual in that house happens without Tate (seriously, he´s like the soft boy version of Kai lol)

-I think when he sees you´re close to your climax he waits a bit and then comes in, of course not knowing what you were doing and acts like it was a normal day. You are on the bed, breathing heavy and he´s like "oh hi, nice pants" or something.

-On some days he just walkes in and then your hand will be replaced by his. Easy game. These are the rules.

Kit Walker:

-Imagine it like... You do your thing, Kit hears something happening in the bedroom, he lightly pushes the door open and sees you there. He at first admires the picture of it, maybe smiles to himself, but then he just closes the door and lets you finish.

-Sure, he would be more than thrilled to be a part of your little action there, but maybe you need this time, maybe also without him. He´s not mad at you.

-I also imagine him making some teasing jokes about it, or just mentioning it in front of you to get you blushed. He prolly invites himself to the next time. "Next time, just call me sweetheart" or maybe "You want us to continue that together" you know?

Franken Kyle:

-I see it like... he just stands in the room 🧍🏼Like he looks at the picture in front of him... process... process... oh. And then you notice him, but of course you are super sweet and he comes to you and then you just finish this off together.

-He finds it fascinating that you do such things too. Like he always found joy in that, and you apparently do too? wow. Maybe this could be your new hobby. You just discovered something you both like. Why. Not. Share it.

-With the time he can actually determine if you are pleasuring yourself or not. And then he just asks "join?" and then it´s up to you. Whether you have little Kyle involved in this or not. I won´t choose for you.

James Patrick March:

-He just hears the moaning sounds of yours. Now the question is... are you cheating on him? Is there someone else who makes you feel that way. He slams the door open and thankfully just sees you, cheating on him with your hand... lucky you.

-He´s probably like "Oh darling, you´re making such a mess" and then he comes over to you, to make an even greater one. Like now that he´s already there, why not help you? Gentleman, thank him, now you have someone doing it for you. Thank you James.

-I don´t think you can get out of this without him joining. he is just sooo helpful and social. He can´t let his everything do all the work. Don´t overwork youself honey, James is here to overstimulate you ;)

Kai Anderson:

-Here we are with our little slut again *sighs in anticipation*. And I got like three scenarios in my mind:

-1. You know how it goes. He sees you touching yourself and he´s like EXCUSEZ-MOI? Like hold on, you dare to touch yourself without him being involved into that? Oh lord you will be punished for that. Tied up somewhere, him calling you a needy whore, maybe also spits on you... typical horny Kai behavior.

-2. He... films you? I don´t know but it could be like, he sees you all moaning and idk and he´s like ´wait, let me get my camera´ (you know the Kris Jenner scene? That´s how I see it) and then he keeps the material somewhere to jerk off to that later or blackmails you if you ever want to leave him... typical weird Kai behaviour.

-3. He just pretends to not notice you and is the biggest mood killer. Like he grabs his laptop and writes a mail or something. You sit there and are totally confused and he´s just chilling there. I bet he would also turn on some porn (just the imagination is so ridiculous omg)... typical savage Kai behaviour.

Colin Zabel:

-Omg not my baby boy. The innocence. His eyes can´t see that. The devil will haunt him. No seriously, I think... oh god how do I describe that. It´s like, he opens the door and sees you playing with the cat (pls arrest me for that) and he immediately closes the door, but god damn it was actually hot, so he takes a second look at you, but then quickly closes the door again.

-But now he has this image in his head. How you laid there. And uups now he suddenly needs to visit the bathroom. Wonder what he´s doing there. Now you have two people, masturbating in the same house at two different places... wonderful.

-He will act like he never saw or heard you do anything. But then, when the sleeping time has arrived... Guess who´s going to have some hot dream about you... yep. Colin Zabel. Caught in 4k. You´ve been exposed detective. Got ya...

Warren Lipka:

-Usually he just leaves, so you can be alone and he won´t disturb you. But on some days he´s just as horny as you are and you both end up together... naked... and everything else you want to imagine.

-Most likely, when you see him, you invite him over. And he never would say no to such an invitation. But only if you ask him to. Otherwhise he would feel weird. Like as if he was the important one and the one whom´s pleasure comes first place.

-He likes to just wait in the kitchen till you come back from the bedroom and he just smirks at you. But you don´t know why. And then you have this "What´s wrong" and he won´t tell you situation . You end up somewhere, "fighting" witch each other, but like in an unserious way you know? The ones with a lot of laughter and stuff like that

Peter Maximoff:

-He´s overwhelmed. On one hand, he wants to close the door and just leave, but on the other hand this picture of you is just heavenly to him. He can´t stop looking at you. Now he doesn´t know whether he should go or not.

-Fortunately there ist you... and you want him, now. So it´s like "God Peter, please, help me with this" and he blushes, but is ready to go. Mommy spoke, mommy will be served. That´s how it goes.

-Sometimes he just runs away, so you won´t even see him. In a split of a second he´s gone and already pleased with what he had just seen.

I hope you liked it? Idk, comment or don’t, feel free 🤍

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[evanswifeily]

Im just so in love with Evan peters how do I stop this obsession with this man

Honestly I don’t know. I’m literally over foot for him. My family and friends are so pissed off at me for talking about him ALL THE TIME.

Can someone please pay for my therapy?

Maybe a therapy will help with my obsession…

[wh0re43van]

Boyfriend Pt 2 (Warren Lipka x Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend catches Warren being a little too friendly with you, causing a fight to break out. Warren expresses that he wants to be more than a secret booty call.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut, violence (not really directed at reader), blood, weed

Pt 1 , Pt 3

I wake up to my cell phone buzzing on Dakota’s nightstand. I groan, throwing the unconscious boy off me as I roll over to grab the small rectangle of plastic. I check the digital alarm clock.

2:35 in the morning. Who the fuck is calling me?

My stomach flips when I see Warrens name lighting up on my phone. I run out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Hey,” I whisper. “Warren it’s 2:30 in the morning,” I giggle quietly as I lock the door.

“I know, I know,” he laughs. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I hear the bong bubbling in the background. My cheeks burn red. “I just got some crazy bud if you wanna come smoke,” I can hear his smirk through the phone. “I can pick you up,” he offers. I smile at his extremely tempting offer.

“I can’t,” I sigh, disappointing both Warren and myself. “I’m at Dakotas. He’ll wake up and I already agreed to drive him to the gaming store first thing in morning,” I explain. He’s silent for a moment.

“Alright,” I can hear frustration in his voice. “Yeah, I’m the side piece, I forgot,” he scoffs. My heart sinks.

“Warren, I’m sorry,” I want to cry.

“No,” he sighs. “I understand I guess. I will see you soon though,” he says calmly.

“Of course,” I sigh in relief that he still wants to see me.

“I’ll see you around, beautiful,” he says, then the line goes dead. I delete the recent call before crawling back into bed, but I’m unable to sleep. I miss Warrens voice so much. I kick myself for not accept his offer as I toss and turn for the rest of the night.

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•

The next afternoon, I sit across from Dakota in a small local diner, playing with the spoon sticking out of my coffee mug as he talks on his cellphone to one of his friends about a football game or something, I’m not too sure honestly. I’m not really listening.

A car door slams catching my attention. I look out the condensation covered window next to our booth to see Warren and a guy I’ve never seen before step out of a vehicle. My eyes light up.

“I’m gonna go smoke a cig real quick,” I sputter in one breath, taking my pack of Camels and running out the door before Dakota even responds. I walk up behind warren without him seeing me, as he talks to the other guy getting out of the car.

“Got a light?” I ask, popping a menthol in my mouth as I smile from ear to ear, tapping his shoulder. He turns around with his eyebrows threaded in confusion, but immediately matches my expression as soon as he sees me.

“Y/n,” he pulls me into a hug. “Spencer gimme your lighter,” he demands the other guy. He tosses a blue bic lighter to Warren.

“Who’s-“ Spencer begins to ask.

“Just go get us a seat, man,” Warren cuts him off. The awkward boy walks away quietly. Warren turns back to me, his grin returning as he lights the menthol cigarette between my lips.

“Thanks,” I smile, feeling butterflies in my stomach as he watches me remove the cigarette from my lips, exhaling the smoke.

“Mind if I bum one? Spencer locked mine in his car,” he motions to the pack of Newports trapped on the passenger seat. I giggle, handing him a cig.

“You here by yourself?” he asks as the orange flame from the lighter lights up his face and reflects an auburn glow in his dark eyes.

“Uh, no, actually,” I take another drag, motioning my cigarette towards the window of the dinner. Warren tuns to see Dakota talking on his phone, still unaware of my departure.

“Oh,” his grin faulters.

“I’m, uhm, free after this though,” I offer. Just like that, his dimples have returned.

“I have some stuff to go over with Spencer,” he throws his thumb over his shoulder in reference to the awkward boy in dinner, then ashes his cigarette. “But I’m free tonight,” he stares into my eyes. I can’t contain the huge grin plastered on my face. Warren reaches his free hand out to slowly release some loose strands of my hair that the wind blew into my lip gloss. His hand lingers on my face, we lock gazes as his thumb caresses my cheek, I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

“What the fuck are you doing with my girl, man?” Dakota shouts, quickly approaching Warren. He swiftly turns around to face my angry boyfriend.

“Just calm down man. I wasn’t-“ Warren laughs, tossing his cigarette on the ground, but Dakota cuts him off by shoving his chest, hard. He doesn’t budge, but easily retaliates the gesture, sending Dakota stumbling backwards a foot or two. I know it’s wrong, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say its insanely hot watching Warren get angry.

“Keep your hands off me, douchebag or ill kick your ass right here in front of your girl,” he spits in Dakotas face, literally. Dakota looks at me, wiping Warrens’ saliva off his face, then quickly hits Warren with a right hook. Warren’s head snaps to the side with the loud thud of knuckles on skin. Warren looks back at Dakota in shock, wiping the small trickle of blood from his nose. I watch completely stunned, even though I want to stop them, I can’t move. This all happened so fast.

“You hit like a pussy,” Warren chuckles before uppercutting Dakota so hard that his neck cracks as his head flies backward. I snap out of my haze, running over to Dakota as he steadies himself. I grab his arm in attempt to help him.

“Come on, Dakota let’s just go,” I plead, not wanting to watch him get his ass laid out on the frozen pavement.

“Get off me, bitch!” he screams, back handing me, not taking his eyes off Warren. I grab my cheek, about to cuss him out when Warren takes Dakotas collar into his fists, shoving him against Spencer’s car. Warren grabs his throat, holding his head steady, so his already bruised knuckles can strike as hard as possible against Dakota’s jaw. Blood immediately pours out of his busted lip.

“Don’t fucking talk to y/n like that!” he screams, just inches from my boyfriend’s face. The veins popping out of his neck, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping onto Dakota. Warren spits the blood that’s dripped from his nose between his lips into Dakota’s face. “Does that make you feel strong, pussy boy? Huh? You feel like man when you bitch slap your girlfriend?” he growls, his fist contacting Dakotas abdomen this time, knocking wind out of him, leaving my boyfriend wheezing.

When Warren screams that last phrase, that’s when I realize; Dakota is fighting for his masculinity, Warren’s fighting for me. I turn on my heels to run inside the dinner, finding the boy that Warren arrived with.

“Spencer, right?” I ask out of breath. He nods his head, confused. “Warrens beating the shit out of my boyfriend, I need you to help me stop him before he kills him,” I explain breathlessly.

“Oh,” Spencer says processing what I’m saying. “Oh my- Oh my god!” He jumps from the seat, running out the door with me.

“Warren, dude come on, you’re gonna get arrested!” Spencer shouts, cautiously approaching the scuffling boys. It seems like this isn’t the first time Spencer has witnessed this. It appears that Dakota managed to get another hit or two in, because Warrens eyebrow appears busted and they’re on the ground now, a small pool of blood forming on the frosted pavement underneath Dakota.

“Fuck off, Spence,” Warren growls about to strike again.

“Please Warren! You’re gonna kill him!” I shriek. Warren pauses, Spencer takes the opportunity to pull Warren off Dakota. I run over to my boyfriend, trying to help him up.

“Get off of me you stupid bitch!” Dakota shouts, slapping me off him as he tries to stand on his shaky legs.

“Hey!” Warren shouts in the background, Spencer holds him back again.

“Dakota, please. You need help,” I plead feeling bad for him.

“This is your fault! If you weren’t out here whoring it up with this clown, this wouldn’t have happened,” he screams in my face, blood dripping from multiple different wounds on his face, his nose already purple.

“Just let me drive you home,” I sigh, feeling less guilty since he had the audacity to call me a whore, when he slept with my cousin in my own car two months ago. Actually, after remembering that, I don’t feel bad for him at all anymore.

“No! I’m walking! Fuck off! And fuck all of you! You too Spencer!” he shouts as he limps away, holding his stomach.

 I guess spencer was the mutual friend.

 I turn to see Warren leaning against Spencer’s car, smoking one of his Newports.

“What did I do?” I hear spencer ask, I ignore him.

“Warren I’m so-“ my eyes well up with tears, my cheek still stinging as the cold wind blows against the hand print on my face.

“Come here, are you okay?” He pulls me into a quick hug then examines my cheek. Placing a bloody hand on my cheek.

“Of course I’m fine,” I sigh grabbing his face. “Look at you,” I frown, putting a gentle hand on his face. He winces against my touch. His bottom lip and right eyebrow are both busted. There’s blood coming from his nose, flowing over his lips and onto his chin. His right cheek is bright red and swollen.

“You should see the other guy,” he chuckles, popping the cigarette back into his mouth. How can he joke at a time like this. Nevertheless, I laugh lightly, shaking my head.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” I offer.

“I’ll go get your keys and stuff,” he smiles.

“No, Warren, I can get them. Just stay here,” I dash back into the dinner, everyone giving me weird looks. I smile awkwardly, throwing a 10 down on the table, then run back to the boys, the bells on the doors jingling loudly behind me.

“Okay, come on,” I take Warrens hand.

“Should, uh, should I just go home then?” Spencer asks awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, Spence. Get the fuck out of here,” Warren dismisses him, half joking with the timid boy. I can tell that their friendship has an interesting dynamic.

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“Thank god my folks ain’t here,” Warren sighs as he unlocks his front door, allowing me to enter the home first.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” I ask looking around the house, which is becoming a familiar scene.

“I’ll grab it, just head down to my room,” he says motioning to the basement door as he walks up the carpet steps. I obey, making my way to his bedroom.

I sit down on his couch, a few moments later, Warren enters with the first aid kit.

“Is the worst of it on your face?” I ask the mangled boy in front of me as I pop the plastic box open. He winces as he pulls his black t-shirt up and over his head. He turns around to reveal a nasty patch of road rash stretching from his spine over to his left shoulder. “Oh, Warren,” I gasp, sadness in my voice. I feel horrible for him. He sits down on the couch next to me.

“He got the best of me for about four seconds, but it was enough to fuck my back up pretty bad,” he laughs. Somehow still smiling even though he’s covered in dried blood-most of it not his- and his lip is busted.

“I’m sorry about that, Warren. I should have just stayed in the diner,” I shake my head as I open a gauze pad and grab the rubbing alcohol.

“But if you’d done that, you wouldn’t be sitting in my room right now,” he grins, but winces a bit. It probably hurts to smile; His cheek is bruised pretty bad.

“Yeah, but at least you wouldn’t be in pain,” I say as I pour the strong smelling alcohol onto the gauze.

“Worth it,” he smirks, resting his busted knuckles on my thigh.

“This is gonna sting,” I say, taking a deep breath. He nods, closing his eyes. I press the alcohol soaked cotton onto his split eyebrow.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts through gritted teeth, squeezing my thigh.

“I know, I know,” I pat the wound a couple more times before removing it. “I’m sorry,” I dampen another gauze pad, moving to his lip. He hisses again but allows me to clean the gash. Finally, I have him stand and turn so I can clean his shoulder. I can’t help but admire his back, running my fingers gently over the undamaged skin, leaving goosebumps behind every trace. The room is quiet, just the faint buzz of the dim overhead lights and Warrens breathing.

“Does it look bad?” he breaks the silence, looking at me over his shoulder.

“No, uh,” I clear my throat. “Sorry just uhm,” I clumsily grab a new cotton pad and the alcohol, naturally spilling it a bit, embarrassed that he caught me staring. “No, it’s not too bad,” I say as I fumble with the cotton.

“Why are you so nervous all the-“ he laughs, then I push the alcohol to his cuts. “Shit! Fuck, Y/n warn me next time!” he shouts. I wince at his loud tone as all the muscles in his back tense. I pull away, tears begin to form in my eyes. The past hour has been so stressful and him raising his voice sent me over the edge. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, that I just caught him off guard, but I can’t help how my body responded.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he quickly turns around, seemingly forgetting about the pain, bringing me into a tight hug as a couple tears roll down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” I smile up at him as he wipes the stray tear from my face. He looks so pretty, even when he’s doused in dried blood and half his face is bruised. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed… I really need to smoke,” I sigh.

“Ditto,” he agrees, pulling away. “I’m gonna shower real quick. If you could, would you grab me the icepacks out of the freezer in the kitchen? Then I’ll bust out the bong,” he winks as he walks towards the bathroom in just his blood stained jeans. I smile and nod, then turn to walk up the steps.

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After locating the ice packs, I run to my car to grab my weed. I go back inside, making my way to the steps, hearing a The Offspring cd playing as I descend into the basement. I see Warren already sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a towel, his damp dark hair stuck to his forehead.

“Hey beautiful, what took so long?” he asks as I take a seat next to him.

“Oh, I ran out to my car to grab my bud so I could match you,” I explain as I set the jar on the table, then I hold an ice pack to his cheek. “You poor thing,” I sigh. He looks much better now that he’s cleaned up, but now I can see the wounds for what they really are.

“Come on y/n, you know I’m not gonna let you match me,” he laughs, continuing to break up the weed.

“Warren, I insist. I already feel bad enough that I got you into a fight,” I open the jar, but he snatches it out of my hand.

“No,” he says sternly, looking into my eyes. “And don’t say that. You had nothing to do with the fight, that dumbass came out swinging and disrespecting you. That’s all on him,” he says seriously. I just nod, a bit intimidated by his stern tone. He grabs the lighter and the bong handing it to me,

“Ladies first,” he winks, the mood much lighter now. He takes the icepack into his own hand so I can hit the bong. He watches me as I take a big hit. The warm smoke filling my lungs quickly. I blow the milky smoke towards the ceiling, as I sink into the couch.

“What?” I giggle when I realize that Warrens still watching me.

“You’re just so pretty, I never want to take my eyes off of you,” he smiles, setting the icepack down to take the glass out of my hand, pulling a huge hit. I see his muscles relax almost instantly.

“You’re pretty too,” I chuckle, taking one more hit. It doesn’t take long to feel the effects, I feel light but heavy at the same time; like I’m floating, but my limbs are too dense to move. This is one of my favorite feelings in the world.

“I was, until I got my face banged up,” he frowns, putting his mouth to the opening of the bong.

“I don’t think it’s a bad look,” I say honestly. “I know you’re in pain, but you do look pretty badass. It’s kinda sexy actually,” I giggle, the THC clouding my brain doesn’t allow me to keep that last thought to myself. Warrens ears perk up at the word ‘sexy’. He sets the bong down, scooching closer to me, the towel wrapped around his toned torso falls a bit, exposing his V-line and a bit of brown hair right below it. The sight makes me moan internally.

“Is that so?” he smirks, his face coming closer to me.

“Mhm,” I smile, bringing my hand up to feel his bare chest. He hovers above me as I lay heavy in between the couch cushions. “Even sexier than normal,” I smile, looking at him through lidded eyes. Warren leans down, pressing his busted lip against mine, I kiss back gently.

“I’ve missed your lips,” he smiles, resting his forehead against mine.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask, cupping his uninjured cheek in my hand.

“Nah, you fixed me up real good Doc,” he chuckles. “Plus, I’m pretty stoned right now. As they say, weed’s the best medicine,” he says bringing me into another kiss. I melt completely into him; This is all I’ve craved in the two weeks it’s been since I’ve seen him last.

“I’ve missed you so much, Warren,” I admit into the kiss.

“Lay down darling, I owe you for fixin’ me up,” he says helping me turn to lay down the couch.

“Warren, you should just take it easy, baby. You’ve been through a lot,” I rub my hand up and down his arm, over his silly tattoo. He smiles at the pet name, reaching for the waistband of my pants.

“I am taking it easy, beautiful. Weed might be the best medicine, but you’re a close second,” he smirks, taking my pants and underwear off in one swoop, making my stomach flip. I’m almost ashamed of how easily I become puddy in his hands. “Mmm, so pretty,” he gently runs his hands up my thighs as I spread my legs for him, he doesn’t even have to ask. I’m always ready for him.

“Warren you really don’t have-“ he places a quick kiss on lips.

“Shh, I don’t wanna hear you speak unless you’re moaning my name, okay, beautiful,” he says gently but sternly, a small smile plastered on his face. I can’t help but giggle as excitement courses through my body. I simply nod my head ‘yes’.

He slides down my body admiring me in all my glory. He gently slides a finger over my heat, watching me intently.

“Sucha pretty girl,” he coos as he settles his head between my legs. He wraps his arms around my thighs, holding them open as he begins licking at my clit, quickly earning a moan of approval from me. He gently sticks a finger inside of me as he continues working on my nub. “Does that feel good baby,” he asks against my core.

“Mhm,” I moan out, bringing a hand to hold onto his damp hair. The amount of weed in my system amplifies the pleasure by 100. He sucks gently on my bundle of nerves as his finger pumps into me, curling perfectly.

“Fuck warren,” I pant, curling my toes, my breath becomes shallow. He continues his steady pace, the pleasure winding in my stomach begging for release. I begin grinding against his face, begging for more contact as his tongue works expertly against me. He moans against my sensitive skin, sending chills down my spine.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I come undone, gripping hard onto his hair as my hips continue to grind into his face, covering him in my release. He pulls away proudly, licking his fingers as I try to catch my breath.

“You taste just as good as you look,” he winks making me blush. He sighs happily, before grabbing the bong, taking another hit.

“That’s all I get?” I ask as he passes me the glass. He looks at me confused. I take a quick hit- not worried about the weed, I want him inside of me. I reach over, further removing the loosely draped towel covering his torso, revealing his erection.

“I was treating you, baby,” he laughs, “but if you insist,” he lays me back down on the couch once again as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. He gives himself a couple pumps before lining himself into me, those dark bloodshot eyes gazing into mine makes my heart skip a beat.

“Fuck, I love how you stretch me out,” I moan as he pushes into me, a proud smirk appears on his bruised face.

“You feel so good, beautiful,” he grunts, grabbing my hips as he begins to thrust in and out of me. He’s so deep; I swear I can feel him poking my stomach.

“You fuck me so good warren, faster, please,” I whine, begging for more. I’m defenseless against him, the amount of pleasure he brings me is inhuman. He obeys, fucking me faster and deeper. I wrap my legs around him as he leans down, placing a sloppy kiss to my lips. “I want you to cum in me warren,” I pant against his lips, his eyes go wide. “I’m on the pill,” I giggle. “Please Warren I want to feel you cum inside me, I’ve never let anyone else do it, please,” I beg. His eyes cloud with even more lust, something I didn’t think was possible. He groans, sitting up so he can pull my hips flush against his with every thrust. He brings one hand down to play with my bundle of nerves, I’m unable to contain my noises of pleasure, moaning out his name.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly to himself as he rocks his hips into me. “Who’s pussy is this?” he asks in a deep growl, goosebumps appear on my skin. “Y/n, who’s fucking pussy is this?” he asks again as he thrusts hard hitting my g-spot perfectly.

“Fuck!” I scream. “Yours! It’s all yours Warren,” I pant desperately, my tone that of one you’d hear in a cheesy porno. His possessiveness and the way he’s hitting the deepest parts of me mixed with the weed brings me to my second orgasm of the night.

“That’s fucking right,” he growls, grabbing my face. My walls clench around him as his powerful thrusts become sloppy. I scream out his name, euphoria enveloping me as he shoots his cum deep inside me, I’ve never experienced anything as erotic as him fucking his seed into me as it leaks out of my throbbing cunt onto his couch. Warren pulls out reluctantly, his legs visibly shaking. I lay limp in the same spot, trying to steady my breathing and stop my own legs from shaking.

“Are you okay?” he laughs helping me sit up.

“Yeah,” I giggle. “I’ve just never been fucked like-“ I stop when I see his lip gushing blood. “Warren, baby, your lips bleeding again,” I stand up quickly to find the gauze, I ignore his cum that begins to run down my thigh.

“Leave it” he waves his hand, laying back on the couch. “I feel too good to care,” he laughs. “Come lay with me,” he pats the couch. I pick up an alcohol soaked cotton pad, then sit next to him.

“Let me clean this first,” I say. He nods reluctantly, hissing as the pad hits his lip. The bleeding stops soon. “You need to put some antibacterial ointment on that. Mouth abrasions can get infected really easily,” I begin to explain.

“You should break up with your boyfriend,” he blurts out. I don’t think he was listening to anything I said. He stares at me nervously awaiting my response.

“I know I should,” I sigh, he reaches over to the coffee table handing me my phone. “What? Now?” I ask shocked. He nods his head.

“I want you to be mine, all mine. I can’t go another two weeks without seeing you, having you too busy with that douche to see me, and I sure as fuck don’t want anyone else touching you like I just did,” he pours his heart out, not dropping my gaze once. I look away, biting my lip. He’s right, as always. I belong with him; Anyone can see that.

“Well, at least wait until the morning,” I sigh looking back at him. “I mean you did just beat the shit of the guy and cum in his girlfriend, isn’t that enough for one night,” I smile lightly, not sure how he’ll feel about the idea.

“If you stay with me tonight, and do it very first thing in the morning, then I’ll agree,” he offers with a small smile. I agree, cuddling into his side. He lays a kiss on my forehead.

I should feel guilty, but I don’t, not towards Dakota at least. I feel guilty about getting Warren hurt, but my bitch ass boyfriend had it coming. I’ve finally found someone who cares about me, and I refuse to lose that, even if this is just a fling.

[evanpeterspeter]

Warren Lipka - part 2

Part 1 here💗

AN: kinda gotta leave y’all on a slight cliffhanger, my lovely pookies. 😼🫶

TW: yelling, slight abuse? Violence, M receiving and F receving, and just some smut ig.

Wc: 2.7k

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It's been about a week now, you and Warren have been getting closer together. Such as in gaming together, smoking and having deep conversations together and low-key flirting with each other. Today was the day Spencer comes back from his trip and Spencer seems more excited than usual. The keys jingle on the lock from outside, unlocking the door for Spencer to come in. Warren is in his usual spot and is playing video games, and you were in the bedroom studying on your next assignment. Spencer dropped his things by the door, shedding off his shoes and coat. "Hey, Warren." Spencer said in such an emphatic tone. Warren raised a brow, not looking away from the flashing screen. "Hey? How was your trip nerd?" He said to Spencer, not taking an eye off his game. "It was good, I'm finally gonna do it man." He said as he smiled to himself. "Uh huh." Warren said mindlessly, not paying attention.

Spencer walked over to your door. He stood there, heart racing, his breath in a hitch and his hand in a fist against the faded wooden door. He took a deep breath in and knocked. "Come in." You projected from the other side. He took a deep breath and opened the door. He saw you sitting with one knee propped up towards the ceiling and you sitting with your left leg underneath the right propped leg. You look up at Spencer with a soft smile and tilted your head. "How was your trip dude?" He smiled from your warm welcome and sat on the bed next to you. His hands were in between his knees, squeezing them together. "It was great! Met new people and old family." He looked up at you with glistening eyes. "I saw that asshole cousin of mine, Gabe." You gasp and chuckle. "Ew! Really?! What a weirdo!" You said shaking your head. Spencer admired how your smile created soft creases in your cheeks and how whenever you laugh, you tuck that one side of hair behind your ear. "Y-y/n?" He said skittishly, playing with his fingers. "Yes, Spencer?" You said in a sweet tone. "I-.." he clears his throat. "D-did you want to go get some coffee with me tomorrow?" You tilt you head, slightly puzzled. "Spencer, we always get coffee together. What's different about it this time?" He rubs the back of his neck looking down. "Well..I-I was thinking maybe we could go out on a-.. on a date?" He cringed with his last words. Your eyes widened and you felt your gut drop. you felt frozen. You never saw him romantically and it was such bad timing, especially since you've slept with his best friend. You looked over and he turns his head facing you, looking for a response. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to figure out what to say. "Please?.." Spencer pleaded. You felt pressured and nodded in fear of hurting him. He smiles big and stands up clasping his hands together. "It's a date!" He smiled and left the room, closing the door behind him. You stare at the door, utterly stunned at what happened and you get this overwhelming feeling of dread hit. You loved Spencer, but not like that. You saw him as your grooms-maid, not your groom. You gather your books and plop them onto the cold wooden floors. You cover yourself in your sheets, hiding from this confusing world.

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You got up and got ready for the day. You wore a soft silk black skirt, a fancy patterned tights that kind of like fishnets, a torn tight fitting Led Zeppelin shirt and some beat up black boots. You put on your accessories, and then grabbed your bag. Spencer stands by the front door, opening it for you. You look over seeing Warren still sleeping. You felt your heart ache, as if you were cheating on him, even though you aren't even dating. You look back up at Spencer and he had a huge grin plastered across his face.

You guys arrived at the Cafe place, Spencer opened the car door for you, reaching his hand out for you to grab. You sheepishly extended your hand and he guided you out the vehicle, shutting the door and walking you to the cafe door. As you and Spencer walked it you were hit with the warm smell of freshly grounded coffee and the sweet smell of glazed treats that sit pretty in the glass windows by the front counter. You've always loved cafes and especially with your dad growing up. The thought made you feel some slight sense of comfort, but the thought of being here for romantic reasons with your best friend made you feel so uneasy.

"Y-you look beautiful today, Y/n." Spencer choked out nervously. You reddened at the comment and gave a shed a small meek smile. "T-thanks, Spencer." He walks to counter with your hand still in tangled with his, and he spoke to the barista. "H-hi! Can I get a large hot coffee with 4 creams and no sugar." He turned to you with a soft smile, then to look back at the barista. "And she'll have a large iced vanilla coffee with whip cream on top and caramel drizzle." You smiled sincerely as he always remembered your favorite coffee.

You and Spencer find a seat outside, he pulled the chair out for you and himself. The sun shined bright, making all your features shine just as bright as the sun. You saw Spencer's face turn to a bright pink, feeling rather flushed from your beautiful features.

You and Spencer talked for what seemed like hours, he scooted closer you. You had your hands clasped together on the fake wooded cafe table. Spencer dug your hand out from in between and held it, intercrossing his fingers between yours. You looked at him with your nervous eyes. He continued to speak as if nothing came of it.

Next thing you know, he cupped your face with both hands and pulled you into a sharp kiss. Your eyes widened and you Immediately pushed away gasping. Spencer jumps back being startled. You wiped your lips and shook your head. "I-im sorry Spencer. I just.. I panicked. I'm sorry..." you looked at him. He rubs the back of his neck, extremely embarrassed. "M-maybe we should get back to the apartment." You nodded eagerly and stood up gripping to your purse close to your body.

The ride back was very quiet and the tension was tight. Once we arrived at the apartment, he unlocked the door. "Y-Y/n.. you can head in. I have to-.. I mean.. I'm gonna stop by the university to uh..study...if that's okay with you.." you nodded while holding the handle to the door eagerly waiting to leave. "Y-yeah of course! Uhm...yeah..just let me know if you need anything." You said giving a pressured smile. You fled out the car, trying to scurry in from the sharp cold that ate though your skirt. Spencer promptly drove off and you unlocked the front door.

As you walked in you noticed Warren eating some sort of concoction of a panini sandwich with Mac and cheese inside of it. You took notice of the box it was sitting in.. 'is that from the cafe Spencer and I went to?' You thought to yourself. "Hey, Warren." He didn't even look up at you, taking a bite out of whatever the hell he was eating. "Warren?" You said while putting your purse on the counter. "Hello?" You said but more stern. "Warren.." you said walking to him. You tapped his shoulder and he smacked your hand away. "What the fuck,Warren?!" You said stepping back. "What's your fucking problem?" He plopped his food on the small end table in front of him, standing up abruptly facing you with an irate expression. You step back looking up at him, feeling anxious but mad. "What's YOUR problem." He said while poking you chest harshly. You push him away hard. "Why are you being a fucking dick?! I did nothing wrong!" He steps forward, poking you again but harder. The kind of poke that'll leave a bruise. "Maybe if you weren't such a fucking whore I wouldn't have a problem!" Your brows furrowed and you push him harder. "Why would you call me that?!" "Because you're just kissing anyone and everyone." You shook your head. "What are you talking about?!" "I saw you and Spencer kissing and holding hands like as if you were about to have sex on the fucking table!" Your eyes widened and you step back shaking your head. "I didn't want that! I don't even like him like that! And for your information HE kissed ME! Why is it even a problem anyways? Am I not allowed to go out with a man? We're not even dating!" You pushed him one last time, that being the last straw that broke the camels back. Warren wrapped his hand around your neck, slamming you against the wall with his other hand behind your head to prevent your head from harshly hitting the wall. You look into each other's eyes, yours welling up into tears, feeling scared but also feeling a slight sensation of euphoria. His body was pressed against yours. A single tear falls down your cheek. Warren lets go of your neck and cups your delicate face and looks at both of your beautiful glistening eyes. His eyes well up too, becoming red in the face he pulls you to a tight hug hiding his face in the small curvature of your neck. "I-Im so sorry Y/n. I would never hurt you. I don't know what got into me."

You cradled his head closer and leaned your head on top of his, planting a soft kiss on top. He gently dropped his hands to the side of your waist to pull you closer. You felt a slight tingle in your lower belly, as you felt his member against your lower stomach. Your breathing hitched because you felt him grow against you. He lifted his head up, looking at you with a slight of swollen red eyes. It wasn't the high kind of red eyes, it was the pain in your heart swollen eyes. You felt that pain, the way he looked at you with puppy eyes, his soft but strained breathing, the way his hair fell in front of his face. You tucked a small bunch of his hair and tucked it behind his ear, rubbing his stubbled cheek you leaned into a gentle kiss.

You and Warren locked lips. You palm your hand against his hard cock, gently massaging it. He lets off breathy silent moans in between kisses. You pull away looking into his dark eager eyes and you slowly slide down the wall to get to your knees. Warren looked at you with confusion but immediately it clicked. As you got onto you knelt down below him, you grabbed his gray sweatpants by the elastic band, pulling it down, as his cock sprung up free from being contained in such gray cotton. You wrapped your gentle, soft hand around his firm base. You slowly pump him up and down, leaning forward to press soft kisses on his tender, pink head. Warren grabbed your hair, pulling it to a messy pony and wrapped his hand around the bunch. You began to kitten lick his sensitive tip. He let out a deep groan, looking down at you, you looked up at him, you fluttered your long lashes with big doe eyes. He was flushed by the way you looked up at him. You decided to take him into your mouth, It was warm and soft.

"F-fuck.." He said closing his eyes in pleasure. "You're doing such a great job.." the small praise made you even more wet. You took him all the way down to the base until your nose was nuzzled into the small tuff of hair. It had a slight scent of fresh laundry, most likely from his sweat pants. He looked back down, impressed with how much you took of him in your cute petit mouth. "That's my good girl.." he said in a velvety tone with a slight smirk. You bobbed your head back and forth with more passion. You pulled off with a pop and used your right hand to jerk him fast. "Aren't you my little princess, doing such a good job." the way he praised you made you squeeze your thighs together, to contain the pulses in your wet bundle. You take him back into your mouth and sucked him off. He used his free hand to caress your hollowed out cheeks. He bucked his hip in and out your mouth, using your hair to face fuck you. You had drool and precum seeping through your lips, onto your chin. "Fuck I'm going to cum baby.." you pulled off, pumping him fast and you opened your mouth, resting his tip on your tongue, while looking up at him. Warren cums all in your mouth, as all the salty cum and saliva roll off your tongue and onto your chin, neck and shirt. Warren let out a mouthful of profanities as his high was slowly fading.

Warren looked down at you with a weak smile and helped you up from your knees. "Wow, my girl made such a mess. I bet she also made such a mess somewhere else." He slid his way into your sheer panties and dipped his fingers in between your folds and collected your slick, lifting it up to his lip and sucking it off. "Mmm..you're so wet.." he smirked. He lifted you and laid you down on the counter top, spreading your legs open. He leaned forward wiping your face and chin with whatever rag was near by. Warren had moved your pantie bottom to the side of your lips and he bent forward licking a strip up your soaked cunt. You let out a mewl and arched your back. "Mmmm.." you let out loud. Warren chuckled and went back down to flick your clit with his tongue. He sucked his right middle finger and pointer finger, sliding them into your entrance, curving them up against your plump walls. You let out some whimpers and grabbed the back of Warrens hair. You grind against his tongue and he finger fucks you. "F-fuck, Warren...mmmm."

"What the fuck?!"

You sprung up looking at the front door. There standing, Spencer with flowers and a bag of groceries, that seemed to be all my favorite comfort foods. Your eyes were wide and mouth agape. "Spencer!..I-I  can explain!" You shouted while putting your skirt down. Spencer threw everything onto the floor and walked up to Warren. Warren stood up and faced him as he was hit in the face with Spencer's fist. "Agh!" Spencer shouted as he flicked his hand in pain from the blow of his fist against his best friend's face. "F-Fuck you, Warren! You k-knew I loved her!" He weeped, as his face was tomato red and wet full of tears. "A-and fuck you too Y/n! You're not my friend anymore! I hate you! And you know what? Warren I want you out of this fucking apartment tonight!" He turned around, stepping on the flowers and stormed out the door.

You immediately hopped off the counter and went to Warrens aid. "Warren..I'm so sorry.. oh my god.." you held his bloody face as he winced at your action, causing him pain. "I'm okay, Y/n, I'm fine.."

"No, Warren you're not. Your nose is bleeding." You went into the kitchen to collect some paper towels and you came back, placing it to his face. He took it from you and walked to the living room, aka his living area, and grabbed his duffel bag, packing things up.

"W-Warren you're not actually leaving..right?.." you said with a half broken heart. He continued to pack in silence. "Please, Warren don't leave..I don't want you to leave.." he paused but then went back to packing. "W-well..I also signed the lease..so it's also my apartment too..he can't just kick you out! I have say so too!" You shouted in frustration. All though, Warren continued to pack.

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Taglist: @evansonlylove @xrag-dollx @warrenlipkaswife @jazzberrysblog

[sadgirlbaby]

ALL YOU HAVE TO KNOW 💋

INFO:

- STORIES

one shots (basically just smut/fluff one shots rn), facts & headcanons about a character, matchups

smut (“appropriate” smut, nsfw +18), fluffy

male and female characters (character x fem!reader only! I just feel more comfortable as a girl writing for a female reader).

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WRITING & TAKING REQUESTS ABOUT:

- THE CHARACTERS

American Horror Story:

Evan Peters

tate langdon

kit walker

kyle spencer

jimmy darling

james patrick march

rory monahan (coming soon)

kai anderson

austin sommers (coming soon)

+ Evan’s other characters

warren lipka (american animals) [coming soon]

peter maximoff / quicksilver (x-men, wandavision) [coming soon]

alex (adult world) [coming soon]

max cooperman (never break down) [coming soon]

Finn Wittrock

dandy mott (coming soon)

tristan duffy (coming soon)

harry gardner (coming soon)

Lady Gaga

elizabeth (the countess) [coming soon]

!! “coming soon” means that I haven’t written about them yet, but they’re available for requests !!

+ *REQUESTS ARE OPEN because I might also consider to write a story about other characters from ahs. just request me! feel free to ask me whatever you want <3

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LINKS:

Evan Peters:

a night with evan peters - evan peters x fem!reader

Tate Langdon:

tate langdon x fem!reader (facts & headcanons)

tate langdon x fem!reader (headcanons)

about a girl - tate langdon x fem!reader

sex with a ghost - tate langdon x fem!reader

family trip - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 1)

family trip - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 2)

having dinner at langdons’ - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 1)

having dinner at langdons’ - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 2)

the rubber man suit - tate langdon x fem!reader

Kit Walker:

kit walker x fem!reader (facts & headcanons)

the gas station - kit walker x fem!reader (part 1)

the gas station - kit walker x fem!reader (part 2)

busy day - kit walker x fem!reader

“daddy needs mommy too” - sub!kit x fem!reader

“your boyfriend won’t hear about this” - kit walker x fem!reader (part 1)

“your boyfriend won’t hear about this” - kit walker x fem!reader (part 2)

Kyle Spencer:

hide and seek - kyle spencer x fem!reader

from hell to heaven - kyle spencer x fem!reader

“I ︎♡︎ you” - kyle spencer x fem!reader

Jimmy Darling:

magic hands - jimmy darling x fem!reader

James Patrick March:

forever mine - james patrick march x fem!reader (part 1)

forever mine - james patrick march x fem!reader (part 2)

honeymoon sex - james patrick march x fem!reader

“will you be mrs march?” sub!james x dom!fem!reader

Kai Anderson:

the punishment - kai anderson x fem!reader

a kidnapper falling for his hostage - kai anderson x fem!reader

AHS Matchups:

sally mckenna x @voidsmind

tristan duffy x *anonymous

[my-own-walker]

what dating warren lipka is like (evan as him not the real person)

note: thank you @luv4evan for this headcanon request! evan’s warren is the perfect level of chaos i think he’s my soulmate.

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He’s a chaos demon. Unapologetically.

So when you’re in public, he always gets these contrived ideas to do stupid things.

He’s one of those guys that pretend-proposes all day in somewhere like Disneyland just to embarrass you.

He’s even gone as far as to tell waiters at restaurants that you two are celebrating your marriage/engagement/etc. just to get free dessert.

Warren is super protective. Like don’t step to his girl or he’s coming for you.

You and he smoke together frequently. He’s a huge pothead, you not so much.

He kinda got you into it so you’re not as fanatical about the whole thing. He, however, lit up like a Christmas tree when you agreed to smoke with him for the first time.

You’re his pride and joy so when you express interest in anything he enjoys, it’s like magic to him.

Warren is one to hide his emotions until they come to a boiling point. He can act strong for so long, but one thing pushes him over the edge and he loses it.

Never at you though, he may punch a wall, but never even in your presence.

The anger only comes out when he’s alone. When he’s with you, if something really upsets him, he’s a blubbering baby.

He’s always trying to make you laugh.

Will never make a serious face in photos. He’s a reluctant subject when you attempt to take photos of him.

He is always game for a photostrip sesh at one of those booths in the mall though. You make him take at least one serious pic, but the other three he’s free to be as silly as he’d like.

Big on PDA. Big on it. Like he wants the whole world to know you’re his. He is never not touching you in some way when you’re around others.

Parties are a huge example. He will not leave you alone at parties. He makes sure you’re safe and always in his sight.

Sex with him is intense usually. He’s a fan of ripping clothes, wall-fucking, and the like. He’s a lot less vanilla than you’d think.

But he never oversteps. He follows your lead and if you’re not comfortable with something he won’t force you.

But if you’re okay with handcuffs or spanking he’s not gonna say no…

Overall he’s super passionate. He feels strongly and deeply. He just wants you to know how loved you are by him.