#warren lipka x y/n

[marchsfreakshow]

hiii duckie!! i've seen your reblog about soulmates prompts, and i could only think about warren (ofc i remember him when i "see" you + i am writing for him rn🤭)

what about the prompt number 2? orrr i thought far away with the 22 one, with a confused/insecurity warren with commitment issues?? i love thinking about him being loyal and committed bc i am a sucker for happy endings😭 but this 22 made me think!

that's it! love ya, have a nice day! 💗

Commitaphobe In Love

Angst :3

Ougghh Lia i LOVE you for this one. You're so right and thank u for sending me this.

Warren wasn't the one to commit. Never.

However, It was getting to a point, where Warren was scared he may never be able to commit fully to someone. Never love them back the way they love him.

So the fact you moved to a whole new state never helped much. Iowa was fine, you supposed. Yea sure family was good and all, but you just missed Warren. And Spencer. Wherever one went, the other was there. You were too busy to call him within the first few weeks, so once you got the chance you picked up the phone immediately. "Warren.."

His words almost gave you whiplash. "I want to marry you. Because I miss you." They were blurted out like some truth serum working magic in his veins. What? He wanted what? He never wanted to marry you before this. In your head, Warren was going to find a new party girl within the next few weeks and then be done with you.

"Warren? What do you mean?"

It took a few minutes for him to respond, and the silence made tension grow thick. "I want...you."

"You always do."

"no not like that." He sounded, scared, and insecure for...maybe the first time in his life, and it almost worried you. Warren was never usually like this. Never one to be scared of anything, never afraid to do anything. Apart from commit. Warren immediately started to ramble, talking nonsense into your ear. He loved you, more than anyone. Bit cliché sounding. But you didn't mind. His honesty basically won you over again, and it made your heart hurt.

Your plane ticket to Iowa was one way. You'd need to buy another one to even think about going back to Kentucky and seeing Warren.

"I'll come to you."

"what?"

"you said you're in Mt Pleasant, right?"

"Yea?"

"I'll drive over."

You needed a moment. What on earth was he saying? Before you could ask what Warren meant, he said one thing before he hung up.

"I love you."

As the line went dead, you found yourself whispering out a response. "I love you too." Was he telling the truth? Was Warren really wanting to marry you? Well, you could hope.

[bohnerrific69]

— ✧ spoilers. 🍿

pairing: warren lipka x fem!reader | wc: 780

warnings: mature content 18+ | flashing | poor writing and not proofread!!

following your friends back to the convertible car after being too much time on someone's from university party, you heard some voices of the same guys that were making fun of warren for talking to you and being assholes to you for rejecting them, they didn't even know that you didn't rejected him and already has your heart pouding for the cute boy with his puppy brown eyes and weed loser act.

feeling your confidence boost by they mumbling and your usual high self esteem, you slowed your steps to the car, thinking of doing some shit to "boost" warren's reputation around there. looking at one of your friends that just shut the backseat door shut and open the window, you asked loud enough just so her could hear it "warren still outside?"

"yeah i think he's gonna throw something on the frontporch trash." she said looking behind you and pointing.

you smiled to her then suddenly turn your body around quickly, now seeing warren with his back turned to you, walking to the front stairs before the frontporch.

"hey! warren!" you shouted, making him stops on middle of the stairs and turn around looking at you, he has a tiny smile and frowned brows in curiosity, waiting your response. "yeah?"

you give two steps back, feeling the cold of the passanger door hit your thighs and calves. and right now your voice not only catched his attention but from the group of stupid boys that were mocking him there too, he surely didn't care looking so unfazed with they comments, he only got bothered when they tried envolve your name in the middle of those kinda of jokes.

you didn't care that much of them either, it was kinda of normal see stupid guys around those university parties - and well, anywhere -, but it sucked anyways having those kind of people gossiping around about a person you started liking so much.

"can i give you a spoiler pg-13?" you said referring to the subject of movies you had talked about before, resulting in you scheduling a meeting at your house for a movie marathon on the weekend. already smiling mischievously, you put your weight on your left high heel and your hands in the back pockets of your short jeans.

"uuh what do you m-" before he could finish his reasoning your just lift up your glitter top with no bra underneath, flashing him your pretty breasts and everyone that was behind him. including those group of stupid guys that were gossiping and mumbling around bout warren's name, and some girlies talking on the upstairs balcony and paying attention to what were you doing and saying.

warren's eyes widened while his mouth dropped to the floor with his most surprised expression taking only seconds to his face got all flustered and pink. everyone near started screaming and cheering exciteds, some looking with their shocked faces and others with judgement, but the most louders was mainly your group of girlfriends behind you on the convertible, starting laughing outrageously and hyping you up. "yeaahhh get it girl!!"

afterwards you pulled your top back down, giggling shamelessly and turning your back to enter the passanger seat. while yourself in and buckled up, you turn your head to his direction, that still was freezed on the same place and face, and blowed him a kiss and shouting again "consider it as a spoiler to our weekend warren!"

when your friend started the engine and driving the car away of the front of the house, you gestured a bye to him, lefting all the attention and screams to warren deal with. feeling yourself victorious of doing such freaky thing, showing off to those scumbags a good motive to gossip about, besides, knowing now that you were only from warren, and soon hopes to be always like this.

warren blinked looking blank for some seconds, loading what just happened into his mind while some people laughed at his flustered face. his body got all heated and turned on so quickly that looked pathetic, so he poorly tried to hide his growing bulge, giving a little bump when felt a hand on his back, instantly looking to his side to see spencer by his side.

"wow man, aren't ya the weirder anymore now... you has a girlfriend now, and she's... the coolest, y'know?" he said watching the convertible car disappearing into the distance. turning his head to gaze to warren's with a smug face and a smirk resting on his lips, giving a little shake on his friend's shoulder.

"s-shit ur saying? shut the fuck up motherfucker!" warren exclaimed embarrassed, punching spencer's shoulder. only making his friend burst in laugh, and inevitably, doing the same.

damn girl. you just gonna be the end of him by doing that.

⟣ masterlist | a/n: uhm... don't know, don't ask (do it pls) this man makes me dizzy😮‍💨 idk what have w me with flashing, i love but tbh i think i wouldn't have the courage to do that. but if it was warren-🤪 sorry for the poor writing, it's 5am im dying of sleep, i fix laterrr

[american-horror-whore]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

cw — nsfw, smut with no plot, creampie, overstimulation,

a/n — i’m gonna start trying to write again, i’ve just been mad busy, bummed out and uninspired. quitting was on my radar for a hot second, and then i realized i legally cannot leave you guys. anyways, enjoy

“Warren!!” You shriek, the sensation of his large fingers digging into your thighs causing sparks to fly through your body. Warren’s hands held your legs open, feeling them shaking, quivering under his grip. Your soaking cunt was exposed to the air of warren’s bedroom, feeling his sharp thrusts bruising your walls further and further. You were sat on Warren’s lap, his cock buried deep inside of your heat, your walls clenched tightly around him.

“Don’t close your legs until I say you can,” Warren demanded gruffly, his lips right by your ear. His teeth sank down into the skin of the helix of your ear. “Don’t close your fucking legs,”

“I won’t, I won’t-!!” You cry, feeling Warren’s hard thrust up inside you, burying himself further and further into your cervix. His lips traced your neck, his tongue gliding across your flesh, teeth scraping your skin. His tongue pressed against your pulse point, almost sucking on it.

Warren thrusted up roughly once more before letting up, laying you on your back. His warm body hovered over yours, straddling you. He hurriedly held himself, tracing his already leaking tip around your hole. The head of his dick traced in an up-and-down motion around your throbbing opening, which was practically crying itself a river. You shudder, your fingers clawing roughly at the sheets below, hoping to find some sense of stability in the plush duvet.

“Feels good, huh? I can tell by the way you’re shaking..” Warren chuckled huskily, his dark eyes becoming heavy.

He dropped his length from his hands, your eyes instantly drawing to the now bobbing stiffy. Warren let out a soft sigh, pressing a soft kiss to your clitoris. You shuddered a bit, going white-knuckled from the desperate grip on the duvet. Warren’s lips, which were quite frankly a bit chapped, continued their movements, their kisses. His tongue flicked against his lips, a movement which he hoped would help to ease the cracking in his skin to make his lips smoother.

Warren’s kisses slowly made their way up to your breasts. Planting soft pecks to your left breast, Warren’s hand goes up to grope the flesh of your right breast. His calloused fingers pinch and twist at your nipple, hoping to get any sound out of you, whether pain or pleasure, he didn’t care. Warren pinched your nipple with more pressure, feeling it harden beneath his touch.

“Fuck—“ You whine softly, lolling your head back against the mattress, your legs wrapping around Warren one by one.

His kisses continue, now moving to the opposite breast. His lips suck on your flesh, his teeth sinking down into the supple skin. Warren’s lips surround your nipple, sucking gently as his tongue started to make small circles around the skin. Warren pulled his lips away with a soft pop, looking up at your face for a reaction, even a look. When the only thing he got was closed eyes and incoherent mumbles, he knew he was doing something right.

“Yeah, babe…” Warren muttered weakly against your flesh, mostly just to push dialogue in hopes for a response.

He moved his kisses to your collarbone, his lips practically engulfing the length of bone. Once he knew he had you focused on the kisses, he pushed himself back, then forward sharply, his erection landing deep inside of you.

“Agh—!” You squeal, your head shooting back up in pleasure. Your hands shoot to his body, his head buried deeply into your neck. His hips rock against you, flesh slapping against each other, sweat and tears mingling in a dangerously pleasing sexual cocktail.

Until he came. Deep, deep inside you.

“Oh-!! Agh…F—Fuck…” Warren groaned, his head pushed back as his hips rocked shakily, moving with an unsteady rhythm. Luckily, you’d finished at the same time, meaning the poor, already exhausted man wouldn’t have to wait for you.

His head was back, his hair somehow still hanging in his face. Warren’s eyes were practically glued shut, tight enough for him to develop crows feet. His jaw was slightly slack, moans and pathetic small whimpers escaping the orifice.

Warren sighed, attempting in a futile manner to regain the small shreds of dignity he had left. His eyes darted around before looking down at your bodies, pulling his hips back slightly. He pulled his hips back, his shaft escaping your slit with a wet pop. You let out a tiny moan, pushing out some of his aftermath.

“Shit, you’re…you’re really fuckin’ wrecked, huh..?” Warren chuckled, his fingertip pushing his way shallowly between your lower lips, collecting that sweet substance. He pressed his finger to your mouth with a small laugh, watching as your tongue circled his finger.

“Atta girl..” He muttered gruffly.

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[lostreverb]

RUNNING OUT OF TIME

(warren lipka x reader) in where your boyfriend shows up on your doorstep in the pouring rain and you're left to face a bleak reality

content: angst-fluff (b/c i can't help myself)

HERE'S AN UNOFFICIAL PART 2! (a/n: i had planned one when i started drafting this but the lovely @jazz-berry made an drabble that already serves as a perfect continuation!)

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warren's future was slipping away like rain down the gutter.

he stared at your front door, his breath shallow, as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the doorknob—tense jaw, shoulders slumped under the weight of failure.

the meeting with the art dealer was a disaster; it unraveled faster than he could react. now, spencer's phone was compromised, chas had threatened his life, and he was left wondering how everything had gone so wrong.

warren had been standing outside in the pouring rain for 5 minutes, debating whether or not he should ring the doorbell, before it swung open.

"warren?- warren! you're drenched, come in dry off-"

there you were. somehow knowing he was at your place, without him even calling. already willing to take him in.

it had been weeks since he heard your voice, even longer since he last saw you.

as much as he wanted to tell you how it everything went down in new york he didn't want you to get involved. not towards the end. considering how shit was hitting the fan the less you knew at this point, the better.

warren remained rooted in place, shaking his head despite the rain running down his face, dripping from the ends of his hair—once neatly combed back, now curling at the ends as the water seeped in. "no, it's… it's okay," he mumbled, voice shaky, nearly inaudible.

you were too good for him—too kind, too smart. yet you were making the stupid choice to love him, no matter how deep he dragged himself into this mess. you stayed when anyone else would have walked away. and he let you. again and again, he let you. he should have dropped you by now like he had with every other girl before. but you? he couldn’t seem to push you away, no matter how hard he tried. your love for him was so genuine it was intoxicating.

"warren, stop this. come inside," you urged, tugging on the wet fabric of his coat, not caring if it soaked through to your skin. you needed him close, safe.

"y/n."

"...what happened?"

your eyes bore into him, wild with concern and affection, searching for any explanation in the features of his face of where he'd been all this time. it was almost too much for him to bear.

warren's face began to heat up, eyes stinging as he fought back tears. as he looked at you, your face mirroring his expression it finally set in.

the fear.

the fear of what he'd lose if everything doesn't miraculously pull through.

if he went to prison...

you both were still so young.

the last thing he wanted was for you to waste your life away, waiting for him.

although he probably couldn't bring himself to stop you even if you did.

"baby…" you whispered softly, your lip trembling as you studied his face. you could see it—the panic behind his eyes. he was terrified.

"i just wanted to see you…" he looked away for a moment, staring into the rain before his eyes flicked back to you. "before i, uh…" he swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. "just wanted to see you…"

for a brief moment, there was only the sound of the rain, each drop hitting the pavement like a ticking clock, counting down the seconds he had left.

there was a pause of silence before he spoke again, his face scrunched up in a pained expression. "hey.. you know i love you, right?"

you chuckled at his redundant question. obviously you both knew that he did. "that's like the only thing i feel sure of nowadays," you answered, the corners of your mouth slightly lifting.

he sniffed, his gaze dropping to the ground for a second as his shoulders trembled. "fuck…"

warren couldn't help himself anymore.

he pulled you out into the rain, arms wrapping around you tightly as his lips found yours. rainwater soaked through the thin fabric of your top as you melted into the kiss, feeling the desperation behind it, the unspoken words that neither of you could bring yourselves to say. his hands were shaking as they moved to cradle your face, his forehead pressing gently against yours after he broke the kiss, leaving a trail of warmth as his lips touched down on your forehead.

you let out a soft, breathy chuckle, your fingers resting against his chest, feeling the erratic thrum of his heart beneath your touch. your gaze drifted down, hands squeezing the red scarf draped over his shoulders. "i was gonna ask if you could pick me up from class tomorrow," you murmured, your tone light despite the knot in your stomach, "but why do i have a feeling... you can't?"

warren’s mouth formed a bittersweet smile as he brought his arms around you again, his hands moving in slow, comforting circles on your back. "’cause you're smart," he whispered. "keep usin' that big noggin of yours… don't be like me, okay? promise me that."

you gave a small nod. "i promise."

warren leaned in again, his lips hungrier this time. like he was afraid if he didn't make the most of this moment he'd never get to again. he held you against him, one hand holding the back of your head, the other caressing your backside, passionately conveying his love for you. after a long while, with both your lips swollen and wet with tears, his thumb stroked the side of your cheeks, wiping yours away. he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours again.

"bye.." he whispered, barely audible.

you couldn't bring yourself to say it back.

he hesitated for a second, his eyes lingering on you like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. then, with a deep breath, he turned and walked away, the rain swallowing him up as he went back to his car and drove off.

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[evvyyypeters-fics]

Endurance

Warren Lipka x f!reader

Warnings! Pure smut, shameless riding, smoking, sexual frustration, p n v, not proofread, drabble, old fic

So I finally managed to salvage my first ever smut fic that was lost when my old blog got deleted, so here you go!

You've been stressed all month because of finals, desperate to study for your classes and get closer to graduating for your degree. It was really burning you out and putting weight on your shoulders.

The weed Warren, your boyfriend, offered to you wasn't strong enough for what you were going through and you both agreed against anything harder.

Warren, being the sweet boyfriend he is (cheeky), offered to help you "destress" whenever you wanted. Which meant riding him like a some sort of human dildo as much as you wanted whenever you came over after a grueling study sesh. Granted, while he smokes a blunt practically in your face.

It was like he had built up some sort of tolerance, because as you slammed and grinded your hips onto his length he just sat there so nonchalantly, taking slow puffs as he leans back into the couch. Even the vice grip on his broad shoulders from you holding yourself up to slide your cunt greedily along his cock wasn't enough for him to even wince. It almost frustrated you how little of a reaction he had. Like it meant nothing. Even though he did cum eventually, it was lack-luster at best.

You vowed that next time would be different, and it wouldn't just be your legs that were left shaking. It was simple: you just needed to get his attention.

Warren was a little surprised when this time you decided to nibble on his neck, rolling your hips in wanton motions over his cock, causing him to crack a small amused smirk blindly.

"Is someone extra needy today?" He asks in a sultry tone deep in his chest. He knew it got to you when he spoke like that, and his theory was only proven when your cunt fluttered and sucked against his shaft when your hips landed against his pelvis, bottoming yourself out on his dick.

"Shut up-" You pout as you raise your head from his neck, an obvious embarrassed flush to your face as the words choked from your lips, before crashing them onto his and forcing him to abandon the blunt lingering in his hand. His newly freed rough fingers snake their way up your back as he leans into the deep kiss, a groan rumbling from his chest as he begins to grind his hips to your pace, pulling a new moan from your throat that rings like a sweet bell in his ear.

"Is that what you want?" He chuckled against your lips, as if it wasn't obvious already and he figured out some big secret.

You pull away from the kiss and practically glare at him, how could he have possibly not known unless he was teasing you? Warren could definitely take a hint. You were reminded of that when he suddenly began to thrust his hips up harder to meet yours, wrapping his large arms around the small of your back as he plowed upwards, causing moans to hiccup from your throat in rhythm with each thrust.

A vice grip on his shoulders that now dug half-moons from your nails, causing him to groan even more, your thighs creating a sickeninglyerotic slapping sound mixed with the sticky harmony of sweat and arousal.

That telltale flutter in your stomach and squeeze that Warren recognized caused him to continue a steady motion of thrusts, reaching deep until his tip kissed your cervix, as you both prepared for your impending orgasm. Your moans practically flowing from your swollen lips and over his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around them, arms hanging over the back of the couch, seeking support from the powerful thrusts. Each one now erupting a deep growl from Warren straight into your ear as he focused on bringing you closer to your high.

"Come on baby...let go...cum for me." He beckons sweetly as your moans pitch, reaching a tender hand to your swollen clit to rub it. A few circles from the pad of hid thumb and your cunt clenches hard, clamping down as you both feel the gush of your orgasm. Your ears ringing, the sound fading into the fluttering pound of your heart that took a few beatsbefore beginning to settle.

You raised your head to peep Warren's expression and it seems he's just as dazed and spent as you, having finished himself in the mix of your orgasm, being so blasted you hadn't felt it until you noticed the slow spill of his cum leaking out of your cunt and down your thigh.

"Feel better now?" He asks out of breath, chuckling as he swipes his thumb tenderly over your cheek, a loving gaze reciprocated between you both.

You nod, and that's sil he needs before slowly pulling you off and preparing to sweep you off your feet and straight into the bath, keeping your trembling thighs from making you tumble again against the tile.

You giggle to yourself, satisfied when you realize Warren too-is shaking a bit as he carried you to the awaited hot bubbles.

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[whosbloom]

“Do you always watch these movies when you’re high?”

Your voice caught Warren’s attention, turning over his shoulder to look at you, a smile toying at his lips. “Maybe.”

You rolled your eyes and moved to sit down next to him, picking up the VHS tape case to see what he was even watching.

“Billy Madison? Really?” You held it up to him, lightly smacking his forehead with it before putting it back down.

“It’s funny! You know I love Sandler movies.” He swatted your hand away from him, sinking further into the small couch as he let out a soft sigh.

“Did you smoke or eat edibles?” You questioned, to which he held up two fingers. “Edibles.” He nodded as you confirmed, prompting you to stand up and walk over to his dresser, rummaging through drawers until you found the bag he had ate from.

“Warren, how many did you have?” You turned to face him, seeing him hold up four fingers, before dropping his hand back in his lap. “Idiot.”

You sighed and walked back to the couch, plopping down and brought your focus to the TV.

“I’m no idiot.. I just felt like getting high. Is that such a crime?” He teased quietly, nudging your side lightly. “It could be if you’re not getting it legally.”

His smile faltered slightly, turning away and cleared his throat for a moment. “Narc.”

“Am not.” You scolded him, a smile toying at your lips as you looked back at him.

“Are to.”

@marchsfreakshow I know you love Warren so I wrote this with you in mind 🫶

[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:

[blackroseguzzi]

Woosah Baby

Warren Lipka x Reader

My first evan character fanfic and I wrote it in 45 minutes tonight while watching American Animals (for the 15th time)

Anyone else love when Warren whisper screams “you hit one!?! YOU HIT ONE?”

Enjoy! Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!

You sat inside the waiting room, hands securely in your lap as your right leg jutted up and down off the white tile floor in anticipation.

He was supposed to be here.

Your eyes shifted to the clock on the white wall, the obnoxiously clicking could be heard over the faint Abba music playing in the office all around you. You told him to be here at 12:15 for your 12:30 appointment, and it was 12:31. You placed a sweaty hand in bag and pulled out your cell phone, the screen cracked from last weekends party when you and your friends were smoking on the roof, your phone blasting music until it had slipped out of your pocket 50 feet onto the ground. You were surprised it still was in working condition, but you had to wait until your next paycheck from the supermarket to get a new one. No new messages.

You composed another message to him, this one a bit more angsty than the last.

“What the fuck Warren. You knew how important it was to make it today, and you’re so freaking late!”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” Your head shot up from your phone at the petite blonde woman holding a clipboard in her hands. She was searching for you in the room, looking between a few established looking women that were also waiting for their appointments.

You let out a shaky breath and stood, shoving your phone back in your bag and placing it on your shoulder you walked over to the blonde nurse. You were so nervous you could feel your palms sweating as you clutched the strap of your bag.

The nurse brought you into a small room, and told you to sit down. She went over a few generic questions and then told you the doctor would be back with the results of your urine test you had already taken as soon as you had checked into your appointment. She quietly slipped out of the room and your heart pounded. You already knew that you needed to face reality, but you also knew you didn’t want to. You had taken a Xanax three weeks ago before a party, you had two beers last week after you bombed one of your liberal arts quizzes, and you had smoked a lot of week in the last two weeks - especially after that fight with Warren when you had found out he spent the $175 dollars you hid in your underwear drawer to buy a keg for a house party… It wasn’t even good beer. Who fucking drinks Milwaukee's Best?

You closed your eyes tight, almost as if you were hoping once they opened you would wake up from this bad dream.

You heard your Text tone go off and you quickly grabbed your phone in your bag. It was Warren, that fucker.

“Alarm didn’t go off…….. I’m parked outside. I’m sooorry!”

You rolled your eyes and decided he could sweat for a bit. He always overslept for everything- including his two morning classes. You knew he was messing up his scholarship. You wish he would try harder, but you knew his passions were not about soccer, or about the regimes of life that college set up for you. He was your first love, your high school sweetheart if you will. He sold you your first big fat blunt your Sophomore year of high school and his greasy curls and sexy dimpled smile called to you. He was your comfort. You struggled with the mundane of everyday life together for over 5 years. You loved watching him play soccer- he was one of the greatest goalkeepers your high school had ever seen. You just knew he felt like a puppet, playing all the right moves for his fathers approval.

Your mind was jolted back to reality when you heard a quick knock at the door, it creaked open and a friendly looking brunette doctor walks over. She was heavy set, with a beautiful set of pearly white teeth she showed off brightly as she smiled and told you her name which you immediately forgot in your panicked state. She was suddenly asking you how you were feeling.

“I’m..I’m fine. Thanks.” You wanted to cut to the chase, no bullshitting.

“Well, what brings you here? Let’s go over everything,” She grasps at her scrub shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of bright purple reading glasses. She snakes them onto her face and looks down at the clipboard the blonde nurse had left on the counter. She sucks in a polite breath and looks at you for answers.

“I took two tests, one was inconclusive and one was positive,” You answered her question quickly and then swallowed the little bit of bile that crept in your throat. God you were so sweaty. You really wished you hadn’t just thrown on the hoodie this morning with nothing underneath but a sports bra.

“Well, It looks like the test today was Positive and your HCG levels at 750. When was your last cycle?” The Brunette Doctor looked you dead in the eye. She was sitting there like she didn’t just twist your whole life upside down. Like her words didn’t just destroy you. You stared at her, unable to speak.

“Y/N?” Her too- chipper voice cut through your haze and you snapped back to reality.

“I think It was October 3rd ish?” Saying out loud made you realize just how long it had been since you were on your period. Fuck. God fucking damnit. You couldn’t even afford a new phone, how the fuck were you and Warren going to support a god damn baby? A living, breathing, food needing tiny codependent baby.

Shit. Balls. Fucking fuck. You were not mature enough for a child.

You really needed a smoke.

You pushed your long hair behind your ear and shook your head at the doctor. “No way I can’t be pregnant, I always use a condom.. I mean.. my boyfriend always uses one. I.. Wow, I’m sorry I’m just in a little bit of shock.” You heard your phone text tone go off again and you ignored it.

“Condoms are not 100% effective,” Doctor know it all responded in a sing song tone. No shit, the box said 97% effective. You just didn’t think you would be the 3% that gets knocked up.

“Well there are options, and we can talk them all over if you’d like once you sit on this information and share this news with your partner. We can go ahead and schedule your first ultrasound at the front desk!” She took off her annoying purple glasses and shoved them back into her breast pocket. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile and you wanted to shove your thumbs in her eyeballs. Maybe it was the hormones that had made you so angry at her for being the one to break this news to you. You wish this anger was directed towards the person who had gotten you into this mess, but he was too busy sleeping until well after noon, and probably hot boxing in the parking lot.

You smiled politely and got up front your seat, thanking the doctor before she opened the door for you. You moved fast through the hallway. You completely skipped the receptionist desk - you didn’t want to make the appointment for an ultrasound right now, especially when you were on the verge of a mental crisis. You grabbed out your phone to read the text Warren had sent you earlier.

“You’re probably worried over nothing. Woosah baby,” He sent the stupid little emoji that had the sunglasses on.

He was great at calming your nerves most of the time. He loved to live day by day, trying not to worry about putting one foot in front of the other. You spotted his car at the far end of the parking lot. You took in a breath before inhaling largely and holding it in. You didn’t want to cry before you got into the car with him. At least you were glad he was here to pick you up so you didn’t have to scream cry on the bus back to the campus apartments.

Some Drake songs were playing loudly through the speakers when you approached Warren’s beat up Volvo. You grabbed at the door- Locked. You knocked on the glass annoyed that he was so zoned out on his phone to know you were right there, urging him to let you in the car.

He jumped at the sound of your knuckles against glass and as soon as he saw you there he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door, shoving his phone in the cup holder of the vehicle his attention was solely on you. You nearly jumped into the car and let out your breath you realized you were still holding in. You could feel Warren’s stare, waiting for you to talk to him. You didn’t want to look at him, you just leaned forward and shut off the music.

“You know, I really was hoping that you would have at least showed up today. For me.” You spoke softly, as through talking to a child. Maybe you were practicing your patience, or maybe you suddenly realized Warren’s behavior was sometimes pretty damn childish.

“I’m sorry, I am. I think my phone is broken or something the alarm NEVER went off.” Warren talked fast and he really did sound apologetic, but you knew that he was lying. He was notoriously known for snoozing his alarm 40 times before waking up, or worse- not even setting one to begin with.

“Grow up, Warren!” You shouted. Your face turned to his, and tears brimmed your eyes. You were so upset about all the events of today. You were scared over everything else. You had just had your 20th birthday two months ago. You were too young to have a kid. You had plans, so many grand plans for your life and you were worried how this would effect these grand plans. You were planning on graduating with a fine arts degree. You wanted to move to somewhere busy like Boston or LA and take your photography and your art to bigger and better places. Not small town shit like you were in now. You can’t take a baby to photoshoots. You can’t give birth during finals. You can’t have a baby with $74 dollars in your bank account.

“Woah, relax Y/N,” Warren reached over and touched your shoulder and rubbed his thumb gently on your collar bone. He watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek and left a wet drop on your light gray sweatshirt.

“I can’t just relax, I can’t do this alone and I’m scared you won’t grow up and I’ll have to do every hard thing myself just like I did today.” You spat back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful and by the look of it he was genuinely concerned with your outburst of emotions.

He wasn’t used to this, you were usually so calm and emotionally collected. It’s part of why he loved you so much- you were his compass. Your cute side smile could melt him into a puddle and turn him into your slave. He would do just about anything for that smile.

You understood him and his zest for life. So hee was taken aback when you were suddenly screaming at him in the parking lot of the doctors office. He knew as soon as you had told him you wanted to go to the Doctors to see if you might be pregnant that you more than likely were. He had a gut feeling, and he held in his fear until he knew 1000% even though he was 999% sure he was going to father a child. He should have been there for her today since he knew that the news would break her apart, GOD he knew that. Instead he was a lazy fuck and snoozed the alarm around 13 times before waking up to Y/N’s texts. She was better than him at everything - including being where she needed to be on time.

“You don’t have to do anything alone. I know I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m sorry,” Warren let go of your shoulder and slumped back in his seat, running his hands down his face he signed heavily. “Lay it on me, what did they say?” He stared at clouds in front of him, one of the clouds looked like it was frowning.

“I’m fucking pregnant.” Tears flooded your eyes and you bent over and cradled your head in your lap. Warren bit his lip, almost too hard, as if to feel another kind of pain then the one that was currently brewing in his chest.

After a few minutes of listening to Y/N quietly sob In the seat next to him he spoke softly.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” He didn't know how or what he was going to do to make that promise happen but he would do anything to make sure he didn't break it.



[evanchantingpeters]

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

[fear-is-truth]

can I please request some headcannons as to what you think the Evans would be like when they’re drunk? thank you!!! :)))

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans… drunk .ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ frat!kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march ‧ cult leader! kai anderson ‧ austin sommers ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel ‧ warren lipka

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

tate would become a fucking menace. he’d pull pranks on the other ghosts, or just plain insult them. he finds endless amusement in being a little shit, glancing over at you to see if you’re laughing too.

he’d be glued to you, practically following you room-to-room like a newly adopted puppy, even if you’re just going to the bathroom. “where’re you going?” he’d stand right outside the door, waiting for you to come back, greeting you with a lazy, lovesick grin like he hasn’t seen you in hours.

drunk tate would mutter a lot—sometimes to himself, sometimes to you. it’d be of random thoughts, little complaints, or dreamy, barely coherent things like, “can’t believe you’re real…” his words would come out slurred and soft, but he’d have this intense focus on you, clearly wrapped up in his own head.

venting. a lot of venting.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

would do his best to keep himself together, reminding you both to “take it easy,” but he’d totally stumble over his own plans. kit would try holding his drink steady, only to spill half of it, laughing it off with an, “ah, whoops!” as if it was the funniest thing ever.

his sense of humor would skyrocket, and he’d be doubled over laughing at the simplest things. someone makes a lame pun? he’s cracking up. you give him a look? pure comedy gold.

his slurred boston accent would get thicker, making everything he says sound even more sexier.

would also get extra honest and sappy, letting his emotions spill out in the most genuine way. he’d look at you with teary eyes and tell you how much he appreciates you, going on about how grateful he is to have found you.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle wouldn’t get blackout drunk, he’d getting just tipsy enough to be completely adorable. his cheeks would be flushed a rosy pink, and he’d have that big, goofy grin on his face.

would start singing along to whatever song is playing.

even with a few drinks in him, kyle’s the one guy who would still keep an eye out for anyone who needs help. if he saw a random girl looking unsteady, he’d guide her to a safe spot, and if she had to throw up in the bathroom, he’d stay with them, holding her hair. then he’d call her friends to get her.

if any one of his frat brothers try and mess with you he’d literally fistfight them.

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

drunk jimmy would be all over you, getting incredibly touchy, pulling you into his lap whenever he gets his hands on you. he’d slur sweet, filthy things out loud — it’s embarrassing as hell but kinda hot.

would keep drinking even after you told him to stop. “nah, babe,’m fine—jus’ one more i swear.” of course, this would end with him either passing out or vomiting.

if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, drunk jimmy would be ready to kick some serious ass. “what’re you starin’ at, huh? you think you can just look at her like that?!” you’d have to hold him back before he got into full florida man mode.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

i think james would have crazy good alcohol tolerance.

he would be uncharacteristically handsy. insisting you to sit on his lap, arm winding possessively around your waist. he’d hold you close, running his fingers up and down your arm or resting his hand at the small of your back.

“you’re such a vision, my dear,” in that slurred, (fake) brahms accent.

james, in his drunken fascination, would suddenly become enchanted by the smallest, strangest details in the room. he’d point out the ornate carvings on the furniture or the imperfections in a painting, waxing poetic about how they contribute to the room’s “soul.” “just look at that crack in the wood,” he’d remark, “is it not beautifully flawed, just like us?” (he’s a dangerous tainted & flawed man ykwim)

handing you his cigar, he’d watch you intently, clearly enamored with the idea of you lighting it for him. he’d guide your hand, fingers lingering over yours, taking pleasure in the ritual. “steady now, darling,” he’d drawl, a pleased smirk on his face as he watches the flame catch.

would become even more extravagant with his compliments. he’d shower you with praise, admiring everything from the way you smile to the way you hold yourself. “my dearest, you bring such grace to this place,” he’d say, gazing at you with genuine adoration. “i am, as ever, your humble servant.”

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai would do his absolute best to act stone-cold sober, even after chugging straight vodka or something hardcore. he’d stand up straighter, make eye contact, and talk in his usual serious tone, almost daring you to suggest he might be tipsy. if he starts slurring? he’d blame it on something like tiredness to keep his ego intact.

thousand yard stare.

would get worked up over small things, flipping into-rants about whatever’s on his mind, each one more dramatic than the previous. topics vary on politics, the state of society, or how he’s totally not drunk.

when tipsy, kai would be a touch more lenient. allowing you to sit on his lap, play with his hair, maybe even cracking a slight smile at your jokes.

⟢ 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒.

austin would absolutely start singing instead of speaking after getting a bit smashed. belting out tunes or turning every sentence into a musical number, “who’s ready for a refiiiillll~?”

every drink would require a toast, and they’d progressively get more absurd and inappropriate. “to art, sex, and whatever the fuck this cocktail is supposed to be!”

would be shamelessly flirty with everyone, but his attention would always come back to you.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

his hyper ass would be bouncing off the fucking wall.

would steal people’s drinks mid-sip or rearranging furniture in the room for no reason.

“bet i can chug this entire keg and still run a lap around the earth. wanna see?”

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

colin’s drunk vocabulary would be filled with “erm” and “errr,” with every other sentence stumbling out in a mess of slurred words. “errr… what i—what i meant was… wait, i had it. it was, uh… gone now, but it was good, i promise.

if anyone tried to bother you or made a lewd comment, colin would get hella territorial in his tipsy state. “hey, buddy, why don’cha back off the milady, alright? she’s—she’s with me.”

would insist on carrying your coat, guarding your drink, or even offering to dance with you.

all in all, a total sweetheart.

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐊𝐀.

warren would be that guy at the party, jumping off rooftops into pools or climbing on furniture while shouting, “heyyy watch this!” he’d have no fear and thrive on being the centre of attention.

if body shots were happening, you could bet warren would be in the thick of it, grinning ear to ear.

would totally dominate beer pong.

his version of dancing would involve spinning you around wildly or grinding against you to whatever beat was playing.

sex in the bathroom or smoking dope. or both.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[marchsfreakshow]

Lovingly Obsessed [Warren Lipka]

Smut.

Warren's taken you out of your comfort zone wayyy too much for your liking. But you find yourself strangely in love with it despite the stoner's weird way of showing you his adoration.

Warnings: car fucking, public sex, quick oral, dub-con (almost?)

AAAAA! I don't know this will sound so bad and ooc I'm so sorry. Just take it! Warren has invaded my brain once again.

18+! MINORS DNI

No one's perspective

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

It was like he found a crevice your mind nothing had ever occupied before. And made a home. It was like he had made himself comfortable there, and never floated away. Reaching into your brain and finding the comfortability, whipping it away from you. Throwing it away forever.

Warren Lipka truly was a man you hadn't been friends with before. What you were used to was nerdy, untouched men, loving anime and DnD. Not a man who'd love to drag you to parties just to get drunk, high, then make out in a corner for the rest of the night. With the music beating harsh in your heart. On edge practically 24/7 since Warren would appear at your window during the night because he wanted a midnight drive. And possibly to get sucked off.

Despite it all, you were oddly endeared to the man. Letting your hate for risk-taking fade every time he snuck you out of the house, or kept you at his all night. The only time Warren gave you 'i love you' was when you were in the backseat of his car, gripping onto the seat and desperately riding him. His grubby, unloved nails digging into your skin. The little crescent moons becoming more obvious the more he moved your hips for you. Constant squeaks of the car barely covering your moans, whimpers. It definitely covered up his quiet, reserved groans, however. "J-jesus I love you..." He muttered into your neck, sticking tiny marks on the skin.

"I love...you as well.." Was your obvious reply, panting and whimpering as your thrusts got more humpy, car squeaks slowing and quieting down.

"No, baby don't slow down... c'mon..there you go.." The man under you coaxed you to start picking the pace up again. He murmered desperate, fumbling, fucks and your name over and over like he didn't realise you were really there. His name being screamed out only drove him further to dig and plummet himself into you. More than he had before.

Simply losing yourselves in the hot, small car. The lonely car in the summer morning at an empty parking lot. Maybe a car all the way over there. One just parking over here. Workers already hating their 5am start, just to walk past the car, refusing to take notice of you and Warren. Whispy air, thickening with every noise leaving you. "Knees...knees. Now." Warren murmered desperately. His hand replacing you as soon as you started to manuvere yourself between his legs awkwardly. Open mouth, wide tongue... like you'd done this before. "Fuck- fuck! Jesus Christ...ha-" Were the words rapidly leaving him as he tugged your mouth down, forcing you to take every drop of his come, and every inch of his cock.

"Alright you can get up now." He stated, still catching his breath from unceremoniously thrusting up into your throat. Awkwardly, you climbed back into the passenger seat, shuffling your trousers back on as more workers' car's filled the parking lot.

There was a comfortable silence for a bit, as Warren drove you two, somewhere. But the road started to look long and desperate. You found yourself asking a question you thought you'd never ask anyone. "Can we get high, then fuck in McDonalds bathroom?"

You were perfect for the stoner driving next to you. He simply nodded in response.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Tags: @babygorewhore / @taintandviolent / @oceanblvd111 / @nahoyasboyfriend / @coentinim / @slutforgarlogan / @briaroftheroses @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re /. @evanpeterspeter / @feefymo / @fear-is-truth / @lacucarachapisser / @marchsfreak / @saintlucretia / @jazz-berry / @t8-ak47

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Behind the Crime

Warren Lipka x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral male receiving, dominate warren, underage drinking, underage smoking, use of marijuana, rough sex, hint of choking, talk of robbery, um yeah i think that’s it

summary: from the moment you were brought into the heist, you knew working with warren was going to be hard…

word count: 3.4k

a/n: sorry for not posting guys i have not been on the grind lately. i watched this movie and omfg evan was so attractive i just needed to write. if you’re the real warren lipka just scroll this is about evan…

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You sit back in your chair, the crew members adjusting your mic. You’re starting to regret doing this interview, but it’s too late to back out now. Everything’s already set up, the camera is about to be rolling. The interviewer is sitting a few feet away from you, notes in his hand. He waits for you to give him the signal that you’re ready. You nod, he begins.

“So, y/n, how did you become involved with the group?” He asks.

“I was first approached by Spencer when I was eating lunch outside one day...”

~~~

You were sitting alone, the cool fall breeze almost too cold to be comforting. You didn’t pay much mind to it though, you were more focussed on your studying. You were flipping through the pages of another history article when suddenly there was a presence beside you. Looking up at them as soon as you noticed, you recognized the boy as someone from your class.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your tone polite.

He looked nervous as if he were about to ask you out. “Hi, uh, I don’t know if you remember my name, I’m Spencer we have Art History together.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen you,” you replied. “Do you need help with the homework or something?”

“No, I actually wanted to talk to you about something else, if you’re not busy or anything,” he said, his voice quiet.

You look away for a second before replying. “Sure, sit down if you want I’m not busy.”

He smiled at you before quickly sitting at the spot across from you. He put his bag on the table, you could see him take a deep breath. Was he really going to ask you out? You thought he was cute, but definitely not your type. You started to pray he wouldn’t say anything along those lines.

“I started to ask around a week or two ago about people who are good with computers and stuff, a lot of people told me you were the best person to go to,” he started. He lacked confidence in his voice, you felt bad for the poor guy but paid close attention to his words. “I need some... help with cameras.”

“What kind of cameras?” You asked, intrigued.

What he was saying was true, you were decently good with computers. You mostly would hack into places and disable things you didn’t like, like the cameras on the public library computers. It wasn’t anything illegal, at least you didn’t think it was illegal. It probably was, but you didn’t care.

“Just you know cameras in... semipublic places...”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what kind though? Phone, laptop, desktop, security?”

“Security,” he answered quietly. “But before you say no listen, how does a couple hundred thousand dollars' worth of payment sound?

“What?”

“I won’t tell you the details till I know you’re on board but let's just say something is going down and we need help with the cameras. The pay would be huge and all you’d have to do is just mess with some cameras for like twenty minutes.”

You only stared at him; your mouth slightly hung open. Was he being serious? Was he really asking you to join him in a potential robbery that would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars? You never would’ve expected to be asked such a question on a cloudy Thursday at lunch. You shut your book completely and look around to make sure nobody is close.

“This money, it’s guaranteed?”

He nods. “As long as we get the job done, you’ll have it.”

You knew it was crazy, you knew whatever was going to happen would either result in you going to prison or having to run off into hiding. But the thought of being able to pay all your student loans off and have extra money to live off of was more appealing. Hacking into cameras wasn’t that hard, and it wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Unless it was.

“If you’re trying to get me to make sure a murder or rape isn’t on camera I’ll snitch,” you warned him.

“Oh no, nothing like that is happening at all. It’s just you know a robbery,” he replied, his expression genuine.

You nodded your head, convinced whatever he was asking couldn’t be that bad. “Okay, yeah, I’ll do it.”

~~~

“What was your first impression of the guys?

You smile. “They were really cool, funny, just overall really fun people to hang out with.”

“Do you remember the first time you met all of them?”

“Of course, like it was yesterday...”

~~~

The house you sat in front of didn’t look like a typical criminal's house. It looked like an average American’s family house actually. You were parked out on the road outside the house Spencer told you to go to, you were meeting the rest of the people involved with the robbery. It had been about ten minutes of you sitting out there debating whether or not to go in before you got a text from Spencer asking where you were. You sighed, praying to God this decision was the right one before getting out of your car.

You knocked on the front door with a shaky fist. You started to regret your decision, you thought about turning around and leaving, but the door was opened before you could act on it. An older woman stood in front of you, she looked to be in her 50s.

“Oh, you’re very pretty,” she said, making your cheeks turn red. “You’re here to see Warren, right?”

You had no idea who Warren was, but you nodded. The lady's smile grew, and she opened the door for you and ushered you inside. She directed you to the basement entrance, asking you a million questions you had no answers to. After those few but excruciating painful minutes though, you walked down the basement stairs and finally caught sight of Spencer.

There were three other guys in the room and all of their eyes were on you. Two, along with Spencer, were sitting on a couch. One of them was skinny with glasses, the other muscular with no glasses. They didn’t grasp your attention though. The last guy who was standing did. He had long dark curly hair, and eyes to match. His eyes met yours before you watched them slowly move up and down your body. You didn’t know how to react.

“Guys, this is y/n,” Spencer said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Hello, I’m Eric,” the guy with glasses introduced himself.

“Chas,” the muscular guy spoke, not paying much attention to you. “Are you sure this was a good idea, Spence? How much do we really know about this chick? No offense.”

“Shut up, we agreed,” Spencer hissed. He waved you over and you complied, walking to the couch and sitting on the end beside him.

The standing guy took a step forward and held out his hand to you. You looked up at him before accepting his handshake. His hand was rough, you liked the feeling of it in yours. “I’m Warren and you are our cameraman or woman I guess.”

You laughed. “I guess.”

“How much has Spencer told you?” Warren asked after letting go of your hand and stepping back. It was then you noticed the maps on the wall with drawings all over them, the layout looked familiar.

“Just that I need to hack some cameras and that it’ll pay me a lot,” you answered. “I don’t even know what you guys are stealing.”

“Well y/n, I’m sure you’ve been to your own school's library right?”

You nodded.

“Have you ever taken a tour of the library’s rare book collection?”

You nodded again.

Warren smirked. “Then you know exactly what we’re stealing.”

Your face fell and you immediately looked at Spencer and the rest of the guys. “Are you serious? You guys want to steal historic books?”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Chas mumbled from his chair.

“Shut up Chas,” Warren quickly snapped. He looked back at you, his dark eyes engulfing yours completely. “We’ve been planning this out for months, and you are the last piece to our puzzle y/n. Think about how much you’ll be earning.”

You didn’t say anything. Maybe it was a bad idea.

~~~

“Chas eventually stopped being cold to me, I actually think in the end he became my closest friend in the group,” you say, finishing your story.

The interviewer gives you a look. “Well, besides Warren right?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply, a confused look on your face.

“I have to ask if the stories are true, you know about you and him. The other guys say something changed between the two of you after a party you all attended. I mean, didn’t the police even question if your involvement had a deeper meaning than simply the money?”

You shake your head, giving your best performance. “Me and Warren were only ever best friends, there was never a deeper meaning behind anything.”

~~~

Music was pumping through your body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head you could feel it. It had been a few weeks since you met the guys, and they all wanted to do something fun before the heist. So, a frat party was naturally the easiest option. That’s where you were now, already two shots and half a joint in. You didn’t know where Spencer, Nick, and Warren were, but Chas was dancing with you.

Though the two of you got off on the wrong foot, you and Chas quickly learned how well you get along. He was a good friend, all of the guys were. You liked how easily they could make you laugh and brighten your mood. They were all good people who you enjoyed being around.

Warren was the only one that you felt different for. You didn’t know why, but from the first day you met you knew your feelings for him would be different than the other three. The way he looked at you alone was completely different than the others. There was always something darker in his eyes, something you knew wasn’t supposed to be there for simply a friend. Every time the two of you looked at each other, your stomach filled with butterflies. You wanted it too. But in those first few weeks, nothing had happened. No matter how much either of you wanted it.

After some minutes of you and Chas dancing, Warren and Spencer appeared. They asked if the two of you wanted to go out and smoke, you both agreed and followed them outside the back. Not too many people were in the backyard, but there were enough for there to be a bonfire going. The four of you found an empty spot near the fire and sat down. Warren took out a joint and lit it before passing it around.

“Where’s Nick?” You asked after taking a hit.

Spencer shrugged. “Probably with the weird kids doing weird stuff.”

“He’s not that weird,” Chas replied. “He’s just awkward.”

You watched as Warren took another long hit of the joint. Because of the weed and alcohol, you found yourself even more attracted to him than when you were sober. You wanted so desperately to run your fingers through his hair, you wanted to hear his voice as you touched him. He suddenly met your gaze, his lips curled up into a mesmerizing smile. You wanted to kiss him. It was too much for you to handle.

You swallowed and stood up, brushing the dirt off your shorts. “I need to um use the bathroom.”

You didn’t wait for any of their replies. Instead, you rushed back into the house straight to the kitchen. You poured yourself a shot, downing it before giving it a second thought. You needed these feelings to go away. How were you supposed to work with Warren if you couldn’t even look at him without thinking about having sex with him? It made you feel awful. A hookup couldn’t be the reason the robbery went bad, you refused to let that happen.

After another shot, you started to forget about your feelings. In fact, you started to forget about Warren completely. All you felt was the burning sensation of the alcohol in your stomach and chest, it felt good. You stumbled out of the kitchen and into the hallway, grabbing the railings of the staircase for support. Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you, their hand on your back.

“Y/N, are you good?” It was Warren.

You turned your head and looked at him, God how could he look even better? “No- I’m not okay.”

“You’re wasted, you need some water,” he said. He moved his hand around your waist and pulled you up straight. You felt like you were on fire. “Come on, back to the kitchen.”

“Why are you here? I just- I just wanna forget about you,” you mumbled.

He started helping you walk back to the kitchen. “What? Why would you want to forget about me?”

“Because... I want you but I can’t have you. I thought you- felt the same that’s why it’s been so hard to resist,” you spoke, stumbling over your words. “I can’t look at you without thinking about you fucking me.”

Even in your drunken state, you could still see the cockiness on Warren’s face. He lifted you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly before turning and getting you a cup of water. You leaned your head back against one of the cabinets, your head was spinning. You couldn’t think straight.

“Drink,” Warren’s voice filled your ears.

You lifted your head and grabbed the solo cup from his hand, downing the water faster than ever. When you finished, you threw the cup to the floor, your eyes meeting Warren’s once again. He was standing close enough that if you reached, you could touch him.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because of how long you’d felt the tension between you two, that gave you the courage to gently place your hand on the top of his head. His hair was soft, just like you’d expected it to be. You smiled and played with his curls. He didn’t object, you were glad. You needed this.

“Do you want me?” You asked, your voice barely audible against the loud music.

“What do you think?”

You shrugged. “I thought so, but I could always be wrong.”

“Maybe I should make it clearer,” he said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand off his head before stepping closer to you. “If this house wasn’t crowded, I’d fuck you right here, right now.”

Your heart was racing, your cheeks bright red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Warren was still holding your wrist, it sent electric shocks throughout your body. His eyes began to shift from your eyes to your lips and so on. You swallowed; a lump had formed in your throat.

“There’s probably an empty room somewhere,” you mentioned. “You could take me to one of them and show me you mean what you say.”

Warren raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, you’re pretty drunk.”

“I’m not- I swear. I consent, I’ll remember all of this in the morning,” you replied quickly.

“All right.”

Before you could say anything else, Warren scooped you into his arms and began to carry you through the house. You didn’t know whether to pretend you were drunk so it wouldn’t look suspicious or stay awake to also not make it look suspicious. You chose to stay awake and within minutes you and Warren were alone in a bedroom, your lips connected.

The kiss was fast and rough, everything you expected from him. His arms were wrapped around your waist, he towered over you. You wasted no time, immediately kicking off your shoes and pushing Warren back until he fell onto the bed. He pulled you on top of him, guiding your hips in slow motions over his clothed erection. You felt like you were on fire, you needed more.

You broke this kiss and leaned back so you were straddling him. You pulled off your shirt and bra, Warren followed your actions. Once your eyes fell upon his toned abdomen, you audibly moaned. You quickly leaned down again and kissed his chest, beginning a trail down his body. Each breath that left his mouth made your pussy drip even more. And when you reached his navel, his breaths turned into soft whispers.

“Keep going.”

“Please.”

“I’ll do anything.”

When you no longer had any skin left to kiss you looked back up at him, his eyes were already on you. He got your signal and instantly pulled his shorts and boxers off, leaving him completely naked. You weren’t surprised at his size; you had a feeling he’d be big. You started off by slowly stroking him with your hand, the expressions on his face already enough to make you cum.

After a minute or so of that, you bent down and pressed a small kiss to his tip. You loved the way his leg twitched. It made you proud. So, you took him into your mouth. He gasped, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head. He didn’t push you; he only twirled your hair back into a ponytail-like style and gripped it tight. You moved your head up and down, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. You were never a fan of giving head to guys, but with Warren, it was a different story.

Not much time passed before Warren pushed you gently, telling you he wasn’t going to last much longer. You didn’t care, you wanted him to finish in your mouth. But he told you he wanted to have sex, so you stopped. You peeled off your shorts and underwear before you climbed back onto him. His naked body against yours felt unreal, you were almost convinced this was all part of your drunken imagination.

However, when Warren pulled your head down and began to kiss your lips again, you knew it had to be real. His hands gripped your ass, kneading and playing with your skin. You positioned his tip at your entrance, you were so wet you didn’t need any lube. You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, you wanted to know it was okay. He gave you a nod and so you began to push yourself down on him.

He filled you well, just the perfect amount. You had thrown your head back, a moan escaping your lips. You hadn’t had sex in months, and this was the perfect way to break that streak. You started to move your body forward and backward while simultaneously going up and down. Warren’s grip on your ass tightened with each movement you made.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “You do it so well.”

Your confidence was boosted; you began to move faster. This only lasted a few minutes though, much to your dismay. You weren’t too athletic; you didn’t have good stamina. Warren noticed this, and without saying anything he flipped your bodies. Once on top of you, he began violent thrusts. You almost screamed from the pleasure; you’d never felt anything remotely close to it in your life. He hit your cervix each time, it made your back arch off the mattress and your nails dig into his back.

“Warren,” you whimpered. “Oh, fuck Warren.”

One of his hands wrapped around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, he just rested it there. You felt the knot in your stomach form at this. It felt so good to be dominated by him. It had been your dream for weeks, and it had finally come true. You closed your eyes and let the feeling of Warren fucking you fill your senses.

When you came, you practically screamed his name. You swore you could see stars. You’d never experienced an orgasm so hard in your life. Warren came a few seconds after you, you felt his dick pulsing inside you. He collapsed on you. You didn’t care about how his weight crushed you, you still held him as the two of you began to come down from your highs.

~~~

As the crew packs up, you remain in your chair, staring blankly out one of your windows. The interviewer is still across from you, but you don’t notice until he speaks.

“Just tell me one thing, off the record,” he says, grabbing your attention. “Did you love him?”

A small smile grows on your lips. “With all my heart.”

[yes-divine-ruler]

Off Limits - Warren Lipka, (Pre Cult) Kai Anderson

x fem!reader

content warning: threesome, vaginal sex, oral (warren and reader receiving), smoking weed, some sneaking around, not proofread bc i just wanna post it

word count: 3.7k

"I don't get what her problem is," Warren shrugged his broad shoulders at you as you tried to keep up with him on the sidewalk.

You'd caught the late bus home from the college library, and your best friend's older brother, and neighbour, had offered to walk you home. Warren happened to be leaving college the same time as you after an intense, sweaty hour and a half of soccer practice. When you'd bumped into him at the bus stop, Warren sparked conversation, having recognised you as the girl who is always at his house, but that he didn't quite know. You'd never taken the liberty in spending a lot of time with your best friend's family. Maybe it was because she was strict on the "don't date my brother" rule, and had kept you in hiding because of it.

"You must've done it in the past," it was your turn to shrug your shoulders, as you delve into the reason why you'd never formally met.

Warren let's out a loud laugh and claps his hands together for emphasis. You continue to walk silently beside him as he begins to explain himself.

"See, the girl she's talking about- I didn't even know they were friends. We bumped into each other at a party. She didn't even say anything and I know now that she knew exactly who I was!" Warren let's out a snort , "so if anything, that's my dear sister's fault for having friends that are horny for her brother."

You laugh along with him, trying not to make too much eye contact. It was weird enough that you were walking home with Warren; you didn't need to seem like you were just as bad as the girl that traumatised your best friend.

"Hey," Warren stops you as you arrive outside his house.

"My house is still a few doors down," you say with a small laugh, pointing your thumb in the direction of your house.

"Yeah I know, but I was wondering if you wanted to come inside? I got a friend with me, I think you'll like him. We're just gonna smoke up... if you're interested?" Warren's lips curl into a weary smile as he scratches the back of his head. You take a second to comprehend what he's asking, before you're thinking of how it might make your friend feel.

"Uh, I don't think your sister will like that," apart from the fact this was off limits, you were very intrigued to come inside and get to know your best friend's brother. He had already been so nice and it was easy to relax around him. He had a beguiling way of making people feel at ease.

"Pffft," Warren sways his hand dismissively, "she's not even here, she's staying the night at her boyfriend's place."

"Oh yeah," you mumble in agreement, realising now that any other excuse would make you look lame.

"Okay then," you nod to punctuate your sentence, lifting your gaze from your sneakers into Warren's dark, alluring eyes.

"Sick! We'll get in through the back," Warren guides you around to the corner of the house furtherest from the front yard. He stops short at a set of bulkhead doors, wrenching them open to reveal a flight of concrete stairs. You follow closely behind him as he ventures further and further down into the basement. You can't help but feel slightly nervous. You didn't want to seem inexperienced, or like you couldn't control yourself. A pungent, spunky aroma fills your nose once you're at the bottom of the stairs. A guy about your age sits on a tattered sofa in front of a TV, with a bong pressed tightly to his lips.

"This is Kai. Kai, say hello to Y/N," Kai leans back away from the bong, and blows out rings of smoke. You almost had to squint to see him through the thick, grey cloud he created.

"Hey," he offers a wave to you as he sets everything back down on the table. He had thick, chestnut hair that fell in his face. He was clothed in a white-t/flannel combo, and a pair of black jeans. He seemed like just the type of guy Warren would be friends with.

"Sit down Y/N," Warren takes a seat on the opposite side of the sofa to Kai, leaving only a spot in the middle. You clear your throat before you oblige and seat yourself between the two.

"So, what are you majoring in at college?" Kai asks you, a small smile playing at his lips as he awaits your response.

"Nothing too fancy," you smile back, "business and law."

"Fuck, that's cool," Kai lets out a dopey laugh with half-lidded eyes, "I'm doing religious studies."

Both Kai and Warren burst into a fit of laughter. You guess you could see the irony.

"That's cool too," your face flushes pink as Warren holds a lit joint in front of you. Your heart picks up pace just looking at it. You weren't an avid smoker, but you'd had your fair share of practice. It was still nerve wracking to smoke sitting between two guys you didn't really know.

"Want me to go first?" Kai leans forward and takes the joint from Warren's fingertips. You let him do it with a curt nod of your head.

You watched as Kai placed the roach between his lips . His chest expanded as he took a draw, and then he held it in.

"Stop trying to look cool Anderson," Warren snickered, leaning over and punching Kai in the arm. Kai reacted, exhaling the smoke sharply from his lungs and coughing as he tried to soothe his throat.

"Fuck... you... Lipka," Kai scowled at Warren between coughs, only making Warren laugh more.

"Now the lady's turn," Warren ignores Kai as he gets up to retrieve a soda from the bar fridge. You take a deep breath, and position the joint between your own fingers. This is so fucking stupid, you thought to yourself as you stared at it in your hand, why couldn't you just do it?

"You don't have to, you know," Warren shrugs, and goes to take the joint from you. You retract your hand away from his and shake your head.

"It's okay, I'll do it," you weren't sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself more.

"Okay princess, take your time," Kai jokes as he takes a seat next to you, propping his feet up on the coffee table. You offer him a fake laugh before finally finding the courage to bring the joint to your lips. You inhale, only a little, feeling your throat burn as your lungs fill with smoke. You hold it in for a moment before exhaling. You were surprised you didn't cough.

"Atta girl," Warren chuckles, taking the joint from your hand and bringing it to his own lips.

"Do you guys do this every night?" You asked Kai, as he mindlessly scrolled through the sit-com TV series category on Netflix.

He lets out a snort, "pretty much. Not every day does Warren bring a girl to hang out with us though."

You look over at Warren, who just rolls his eyes at his friend.

Your vision begins to go slightly blurry as you look around the room. Your fingernails dig into the skin of your thighs as your eyes settle on the small TV across from you. You were super high already and all you craved was a bag of crisps all of a sudden.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You look over at Warren, who's finished the joint and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"It means, I only invite girls I think are pretty," he flirts, turning his entire body around to face you, "it just sucks that my sister kept us apart for so long. I wonder what she thinks would happen." 

"Um.. this?," Kai rolls his eyes at his friend, "doesn't mean I'm off limits though."

Kai's way of flirting was much more obvious. He rests a hand behind your head on the sofa, and shuffles slightly closer to you. If it weren't for the pot, you'd be totally disgusted by their lame effort to trifle with you. Even though, you found them both undeniably attractive.

"I'm not even like that," your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Your best friend knew you didn't sleep around. It made you nervous and never appealed to you.

"It's not about you," Kai replies, taking another sip of his soda, "it's about Warren. He can't handle himself."

"Shut the fuck up Anderson, before I kick you out," Warren growls, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

"So you think I'm pretty?" You tease Warren, just as he reveals his face again. You hadn't realised that Kai had pretty much pressed the entire length of his thigh to yours in the last minute. His close proximity made your face hot.

"Yeah well, isn't it obvious?" Warren asks, with a small laugh, "you probably haven't seen me staring every-time you come over. Maybe it's because it's off limits." 

"Like I said, Y/N," Kai smirks at you, "I'm not off limits."

"Did you guys trap me down here to fuck me?" You ask with a laugh, "because I'm not interested. Especially if it's going to upset my best friend."

"And if it didn't upset your best friend?" Kai probes, "smoking pot gets me ridiculously horny."

You let out a small laugh, shifting in your seat and rubbing your thigh back up against Kai's. He was right about one thing - pot definitely had the same effect on you, and it was beginning to skew your vision with rose-coloured glasses.

"Anderson, you're so fucking sick," Warren teases his friend, only for Kai to roll his eyes.

"How about you shut the fuck Lipka, and let me shoot my shot. It's not like you can do anything," Kai snickers back.

"I'm sitting right here guys. Seriously!" You argue back, standing from the couch and turning towards the two guys sat in front of you. You didn't appreciate being talked about like a piece of meat, or the bickering over you when you were just trying to relax and have a good time. Of course, it flattered you to a certain extent, but it wasn't the vibe you were searching for.

"Hey! Sit down, look, we're sorry. Right Kai? That's not cool of us," Warren responds softly without eye contact, whilst rolling another joint.

"Yeah, we're sorry," Kai backs up his friend, "come sit, we'll watch a movie."

You sit back down between them hesitantly, watching Kai flick through horror movies on Netflix. Warren offers you some of his joint, and without thinking, you take another hit. Kai gets up to switch off the lights, and joins you both back on the couch. The movie plays at a press of a button, and you settle yourself deeper in the backrest of the couch to get comfortable. Your head spins with the pot you'd just smoked, and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes and fall asleep. That is, until the first jump-scare of the movie frightens you half to death.

In the process, you hadn't realised you'd tucked yourself securely under Warren's arm. He doesn't object, instead wrapping his strong arm around you and holding you into his side. You can't help the accelerated beating of your heart as you basked in his scent. He smelt so good. Despite how bad it was that you were cuddled up with your best friend's older brother.

You turn over to glance at Kai, who's got a blanket draped across his lap. He's watching the movie with his eyes half-closed and the sight alone makes you giggle. You nudge Warren so he turns to look down at you and mouths 'what?'. You point a finger in Kai's direction, and then you both laugh at him quietly.

As the movie progresses, you find yourself more cuddled into Warren and even closer to Kai. You hadn't realised that you'd placed a hand on Kai's thigh, and that it was slowly advancing up his leg. God, what the fuck were you thinking? Trying to cuddle up to two guys at once? One of which you knew was off limits? It must be the weed.

Without turning his head, Kai places his hand strategically over yours. A dull pulse ignites between your legs and your mind races at 200 miles an hour, trying to think of how you were going to make this work.

"I can't choose," you randomly blurt, gaining the attention of both guys. Kai even paused the movie because he didn't think he'd heard you right.

"Did you just say 'I can't choose?'" Warren's brows knit together in confusion as Kai stares blankly at you. You immediately regretted saying anything at all, but now, you had to explain your way out of looking like an even bigger idiot.

"I mean, both of you want to fuck me, and I think I've changed my mind. Like Kai, I'm incredibly horny."

Warren almost chokes on his own tongue. Kai's hand on yours squeezes tightly, and the two guys look at each-other in disbelief. It was like they were telepathically agreeing something between them.

"Who said you have to choose?" Kai finally replies, taking your hand and moving it up his clothed thigh. You turn to Warren, who offers you a lopsided smile.

"I mean, he's right?" Warren says it like it's a question, and for a moment, you consider it. You'd never been in a situation quite like this one, where you were seated between two guys you found insanely attractive, who both wanted to dote on you.

"How would that even work?" You ask, trying to stifle your laughter. It just seemed so ridiculous that this was happening, regardless of how badly you wanted it right now.

"And have you done this before or something?" You look between Warren and Kai curiously. Kai shrugs his shoulders.

"I haven't with Lipka, but sure, I know how it works," Kai was confident enough to unzip his jeans from under your palm, leaving the fabric of his boxers being the only thing stopping you from touching him completely.

"Look- I'm horny as fuck, and high, and I think it'd be an interesting experience," Warren moves his arm from around you, and places it instead, on your thigh. His touch almost makes you sigh from how good it felt.

"Okay," you say simply, taking the liberty of making the first move and connecting your lips to Warren's. Never in a million years, did the three of you think you'd be in this situation. You just knew your best friend would be furious. But for some reason, it only fuelled your desire for them, alike to foraging for a forbidden fruit.

You feel Kai move from next to you, and soon there's two warm palms separating your legs. Distracted by Warren's tongue exploring your mouth, you pay little attention to Kai as he runs his hands up your thighs. Kai's fingertips skim the lower band of your panties, soon to dig into the waistband and take them off your legs. Everything was moving so fast. The kiss didn't break until you felt Kai's tongue on your pussy.

You moaned into Warren's mouth before he moved away to litter kisses down your jaw. It allowed you to let out as many sounds as you wanted to. Kai used his thumbs to seperate your folds. His nose nudged blissfully against your clit as he tasted you. One of your hands made its way into his hair, tugging softly on his brown curls as he expertly worked at your pussy. Warren worked fast to lift up your shirt, reaching around to your back to unclasp your bra and let it fall.

"Fuck, you taste good," Kai mumbled against your dripping cunt as Warren took one of your taut nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it, rolling his tongue around the stiff bud, kneading the other in his hand.

Your other hand wondered over to the front of Warren's jeans, unfastening the best you could with one hand. Taking the hint, Warren helps you tear down his pants and boxers, revealing his cock to your palm. You wrap your fingers around it, squeezing gently as you began to stroke him. Strategically smearing the pre cum that leaked from his tip down his length, your hand moved in sync with Kai's tongue as it immersed itself between your pulsing walls.

As if the heat had been turned up in the room, the three of you began to slightly perspire. Warren growls against your chest, feeling a tightness already in his groin. You take a moment to glance down at Kai, seeing him already staring up at you. He leaves sloppy kisses against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his gaze intense as he sucks you into his mouth. That being, your final straw.

"I'm gonna cum, oh my god!" You squeal as your orgasm washes over you in intense, pleasurable waves. Your thighs shake around Kai's head, and he doesn't stop until you're begging him to.

"I'm not breaking too many rules if it's just head?" Warren asks shyly, as Kai gets up from the floor. You ignore his question only for a moment, as Kai forces your lips onto his. His tongue swirls around your mouth, allowing the taste of you to linger on your own taste buds.

"Get up here, I need to bury my cock inside you, like right now," Kai is a little rougher than Warren, and pulls you up onto the couch on all fours. Now face to face with Warren's cock, it works perfectly.

"Does this answer your question?" You ask slyly, cupping his heavy balls in your hand as the tip pushes past your lips. Warren’s fingers tangle in your hair, pushing your mouth further down his thick cock. He hits the back of your throat, and surprisingly, it doesn’t make you gag.

You can feel Kai behind you, positioning his tip between your dripping folds. He spits, directly where his tip meets your pussy. A moment passed before he’s stretching you out from behind. Your eyes roll as he fits his cock inside you, spreading open your ass cheeks with his hands. His fingers dug into your skin, kneading at the plush of your ass as he finally, bottoms out inside you.

“Oh fuck,” Kai moans, trying to keep his eyes open. He’s not all too interested or aroused in seeing his friend receive head, but it definitely was the hottest thing him, or Warren, had ever done. Something to definitely bring up later with their other friends.

Your eyes swell with tears as Warren continues to hit the back of your throat. Kai begins thrusting his hips, digging at your sensitive walls right at the spot that swells to his tip. The tears almost fall from the pleasure alone.

“Holy shit, your mouth feels amazing,” Warren groans, resting his head back on the sofa as you pick up pace around him. You use your hand and mouth in sync, your tongue running along the side of his shaft with every repetition of your movements.

“This weed is some good shit, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer,” Kai is whining behind you, clawing in desperation at your ass cheeks, reaching your cervix with every ravaging thrust.

You never imagined how good it would feel to be used like this. Having two of your holes filled to the brim. You definitely weren’t going to see sex with one other person as as satisfying ever again.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m cumming,” Warren gasps breaths of air as you remove your mouth from him, using your hand to finish him off with your tongue placed strategically at his tip. Kai isn’t far behind, and it takes everything in you to remain focused on Warren’s release. Warren’s hips lift off the couch as he cums, painting your tongue white with his load. You swallow it with ease, giggling as Warren rests back with his eyes closed.

“Fuckfuckfuck, I’m gonna cum too,” Kai calls out behind you, “fuck your pussy feels so good.”

You hold onto Warren as Kai releases, taking himself out of you to cum all over your ass. He takes a deep breath as he pulls up his pants.

“Shit, let me get you something to clean that up,” Warren pushes up off the couch, leaving you on all fours, to pick out a fresh hand towel.

“Kai, clean it up, dickhead,” Warren calls out to his friend, passing him the towel. Kai cleans you off, leaving you able to dress yourself again. The basement reeks of sex, and your heart drops at the thought of your best friend walking in just this second.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Warren begins rolling yet another joint, “she’s not gonna be back, trust me.”

“That was probably the best sex of my life,” Kai comes back down the basement stairs, holding a bowl of popcorn and a bag of salt and vinegar crisps. You didn’t even notice he disappeared.

You only laugh and shake your head in response, checking your phone awkwardly for the time.

“I’ve been here two hours? Shit, my parents wanted me home for dinner tonight,” you get up suddenly, making sure your clothes don’t look too crumpled, and presentable enough to go home in.

“I’ll walk you,” both Kai and Warren say at the same time, and the room goes silent. Were they making you choose?

“How about, you both walk me home. Sound good?” You smirk at the two guys who were obviously at your mercy after the sex you’d just shared. Part of you resonated with that, like you didn’t want to leave them.

“Heyy Y/N,” Kai asked curiously, as Warren held your hand loosely along the side walk. The sun had long set now, and the street lamps were on. Stopping outside your house, you turn to Kai.

“Hm?” You ask, as Warren remains by your side.

“You wanna come back tomorrow?” Warren shoves Kai, sending him tumbling back. The two of them were like man-children. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe.. if you’re lucky,” you lean over and plant a soft kiss to Kai’s lips, before pressing a kiss to Warren’s.

The two of them watch you from the end of your driveway as you approach the front door, and with a final wave, they’re both out of sight. Now to eat dinner with your parents after having a threesome.

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[whoreofdilfs]

re-watching American Horror Story S7 Cult is not enough, i need Kai Anderson to fuck me

[lostreverb]

things never change (pt. 2)

(post-prison!warren lipka x fem!reader) in where you cross paths with an old friend

content: angst, some fluff? maybe?

a/n: this was really fun to write in the most awful way my heart is sobbing. but i've always wanted to write a post-prison!warren fic so.. yay?

part 2 requested by @tracysent!

(here's part 1 if you haven't read)

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when warren had left your unconscious body on the couch he returned to ghosting you. you thought you'd never see him again, until about a year later when your mom called you and told you to put on the news. "4 college students arrested for attempted robbery at transylvania university" was the headline. the story dominated local channels for weeks.

ultimately, your father never pressed charges against warren for stealing his painting. the monet remained exactly where it had been, still the centerpiece of the room—though now sporting a few dings and dents on the frame. nothing you couldn't replace without him noticing.

when your father heard the news, he practically jumped for joy.

"i told you that boy was nothing but trouble!" he exclaimed, his hands planted firmly on his hips as the screen showed four figures in orange jumpsuits walking out of the courthouse. "i'm glad he got out of your life when he did. couldn't imagine what it would've been like if, god forbid, he had gotten you wrapped up in something like this."

warren had already broken your heart twice. this time, he completely shattered your sense of self. did he ever care about you? had he only gotten close because you were well-off? or was it that the painting on the wall, the dream of quick riches, was just so much more enticing and valuable to him than you were?

you had talked to him about it before... dreams. warren fantasized about a life, outside of kentucky, maybe starting on a yacht in the bahamas and then traveling the world. it seemed so outlandish from the empty parking lot you were sharing a joint in, but you admired his ambition. to think you would've followed that idiot anywhere he went. hell and back. anything he would do, anything he went through, you would've been by his side. but now the reality was clear: your relationship was a one-way street that went miles on.

even though that night he had told you that he missed you, that he loved you while you lay underneath him. it was all just a mental diversion. a way to keep you docile while he served the only person he loved: himself.

it took years to put yourself back together, to trust again, to believe that someone could love you without an ulterior motive.

then that near decade of work— therapy, long conversations with friends, countless nights of self-reflection— was put to the test in one moment.

"..y/n?"

you looked up from your laptop, startled. there, standing before you in a philadelphia café, was none other than warren lipka. his long hair, once wild and untamed, was now brushed back, though a few loose waves still escaped from behind his ears, giving him that same effortlessly disheveled look you had once found so endearing. he had grown a short beard, the kind that hinted at maturity but still carried a touch of the boyish charm you remembered. despite the years that had passed, his face was almost exactly as you remembered—those sharp, familiar features that had once been the center of your world.

especially that damn smile of his.

"mind if i sit?"

you nodded, motioning to the chair across from you. part of you wondered if you were hallucinating. after all, with work, you hadn't been getting much sleep lately.

"i almost didn't come over, you know—didn't think it was you," he admitted, taking a seat. "but you know what tipped me off? that necklace."

you looked down at the delicate silver necklace, the one your grandmother had given you on your 16th birthday. the pendant, a small locket engraved with intricate floral designs, had once been her most cherished possession. when she placed it around your neck, she had told you stories of her youth, of love lost and found, of the strength she had needed to build a life on her own. she had smiled at you, her eyes filled with pride and warmth, and said, "this is yours now. a reminder that you're never truly alone, no matter where life takes you."

after she passed, the necklace became more than just a piece of jewelry. it was a tangible connection to her, to her wisdom and her love, something that kept you grounded when the world felt too overwhelming. you took a vow to never take it off for any reason, except to clean it. to you, it was as much a part of you as your own heartbeat.

you had shared this with warren one night, during one of your midnight dates. about your grandmother, about the promise you’d made to yourself regarding the necklace. it wasn’t a story you shared with many people, and when you spoke, you did so almost absentmindedly, not expecting him to truly listen. but he did.

"when did you…?" you started to ask, unsure how to finish. no one had told you warren had been released.

"almost three years ago," he replied, looking down at the table. "did seven years and some change."

"wow…" the word slipped out before you could stop it. warren, who had valued his youth so much and feared wasting his life away, had lost the entirety of his 20's just like that. the fact that he had come out on the other side seemingly unscathed was astounding.

as the conversation continued, you found yourself slipping back into an easy rhythm with warren, the years of distance and pain seeming to fade with each exchange. he told you about how he had decided to go back to school for filmmaking. it was a surprise, but also somehow made perfect sense. warren had always been drawn to storytelling, whether it was through his wild, grandiose dreams of the future or the way he could captivate an entire room with a well-spun tale.

“it’s funny,” he said, leaning back in his chair, a spark of enthusiasm lighting up his eyes. “after everything, i realized i wanted to create something that actually mattered. something that could make people feel, you know? i guess sitting in a cell for years gives you a lot of time to think about what you really want to do with your life.”

you nodded, genuinely impressed by his determination. “filmmaking suits you, warren. i can see you doing great things with it.”

“thanks, it’s been a journey, but i’m excited to see where it leads.”

when the conversation shifted to your career, warren listened intently as you shared how you had built a successful career in business consulting. you explained how you had worked your way up, navigating the corporate world with determination and a relentless drive to succeed. you spoke of the challenges you faced, the late nights, the difficult decisions, and the satisfaction of seeing your efforts pay off. it wasn't quite what you imagined for yourself all those years ago but you were happy with what you had.

“yeah, i could tell you were a big shot,” warren grinned. “there was never a doubt in my mind that you wouldn’t be.”

“thanks…” you replied, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

there was a brief pause, and you noticed warren’s expression shift to an almost hesitant look. he leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking onto yours in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

“can i say something?” he asked, his voice softening with a sincerity that was almost disarming. “might be crossing a line, but i have to say it… you look just as fucking beautiful as the last time i saw you.”

the world stood still, frozen, as you processed his words. you felt your breath catch, your pulse quicken as you searched his eyes for any sign of insincerity, but all you found was a raw honesty that left you momentarily speechless.

“warren…” the way he was looking at you, as if no time had passed at all, threw you for a loop.

"i know, i know," he chuckled, looking down as he fiddled with a sugar packet. "don't want to get myself in trouble with your husband—or wife… whatever…"

"i'm… actually single…"

warren stopped fiddling with the sugar packet and looked up at you, his gaze steady. he didn't move his head, just stared at you for a long moment before shifting in his chair, his eyes drifting off to the young couple seated nearby. you had noticed them too when you first walked in.

"make sense kinda... you're genuinely too good for anybody, anyway. deserve way better than what most people have to offer.."

a heavy silence settled between you and the sounds of the bustling café faded into the background, except for the laughter of the couple nearby. their easy, carefree joy was a stark contrast to the weight of the moment you were sharing with warren. each second of silence felt like an eternity, amplifying the pain and confusion swirling inside you.

finally, warren broke the silence. "i’m sorry—and i know that when i say that word, you have no reason to believe me—but i am. it haunts me, the things i've done… leaving you there…" you could see the struggle in his eyes, the guilt that had clearly been gnawing at him for years.

you wanted to brush it off, to protect yourself from the flood of emotions that his words were stirring up. "that was 10 years ago," you replied quickly. "no need to bring it up."

warren shook his head, not ready to let it go. "i just wanted you to know that i loved you...i tried to convince myself that i didn’t… that what we had wasn’t real. i hadn’t even planned on seeing you again until i got desperate for cash and wanted to skip town. my biggest mistake was leaving your bed that night."

his words hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over the walls you had so carefully built around your heart. tears began welling up in your eyes, the sting of emotions you thought you had buried long ago. you turned your head, looking away, desperately trying to compose yourself, to regain the control that was slipping through your fingers.

but then, warren's hands gently clasped around yours. the warmth of his touch was both familiar and jarring, sending a shiver through you. you had thought you were over this—over him. you had convinced yourself that seeing him again would be nothing more than a footnote in your life, a chance to hear him out and move on, finally closing that chapter for good.

but all those preparations, all the mental rehearsals of how you would remain composed, indifferent even, had crumbled the moment he smiled at you. that damn smile, the one that had always been able to disarm you, to make you forget all the reasons you should be guarded.

as he held your hands, you could feel the sincerity in his grip, the way his fingers tightened slightly, as if he was afraid to let go, afraid that you might slip away again. the flood of memories, the good and the bad, rushed back, and the tears that had been threatening to spill finally broke free. you blinked rapidly, trying to push them back. you didn’t want him to see you like this, to know just how much he still affected you.

warren’s gaze softened as he watched you, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “i know i don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. “but i need you to know that i never stopped thinking about you. even when i tried to convince myself that it was over, that we were done… i couldn’t let go. i still can’t.”

part of you wanted to pull away. but another part, the part that had loved him so fiercely all those years ago, wanted to hold on, to see if maybe, just maybe, there was still something left to salvage.

"i don't know if i can do this again... i- i hear you... i believe you it's just-"

“i understand,” he said quietly. “and i don’t expect you to just forgive me, or even give me a second chance. i’ve made too many mistakes for that. but… i want to try. i want to make things right. even if that means starting over, from scratch, just as friends.”

“friends,” you repeated, testing the word on your tongue. it felt strange, almost foreign, to think of warren as anything other than the boy who had broken your heart. but maybe, just maybe, this could be a new beginning—a way to heal, to move forward without being shackled by the past. "i'd like that"

"me too."

[evvyyypeters-fics]

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Any character portrayed by Evan Peters or Evan himself (Disclaimer: All fics pertaining to Evan himself are NOT accurate depictions of the real-life counterpart/ his character. I will have a warning on those fics that they should only be seen as a fictional/ dramatic/ idealistic version of him and is not meant to substitute as real information or depiction of him.)

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Other fandoms I’m in: MOE (Mare of Easttown), Umbrella Academy, Challengers, OBX, RE (Resident Evil), Pedro Pascal (drool), Heathers, My Life With the Walter Boys, The Last Of Us, NARCOS, YOU, Riverdale (might add more in the future. This isn’t guaranteed, but if you’re interested in me writing for any of these please suggest them to me.)

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Vore or any weird shit like cannibalism and other more “alternative” kinks

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Any sort of incest. That includes step-cest. Absolutely not. 

Illegal age gaps or hard age gaps and ageplay. This includes an 18 year old/ barely legal with anyone over 24. My age gaps will always be 20+ if it includes someone the age of 30 or over. I will also not do any sort of ddlg or “littles”. It’s not my forte and I especially won’t do it if you sexualize it.

On the topic of age, all characters (including reader) will be 18+ when it comes to smut or sexual-related fics. I will try to add this warning when it is crucial to specific characters, but please know that all characters that you request smut of that are originally minors WILL be aged up and that will be depicted inside the fic. There is no exceptions to this rule.

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Too specific of reader details. This also goes into what I said above, but I will no write for race or body type specific readers. I am a cis-white averagely sized woman and while I’m a hard ally, I genuinely just don’t believe I can accurately depict those experiences or people so I will always try and keep the reader as blank as possible so that anyone who reads my fics can be in that character’s shoes.

Tangent: Sadly, I don’t write lots of GN fics just because as a writer I DO insert myself into the story because visualization is how I write. So often the reader will be fem and may have more euro-centric features, typically unintentional. If you have a problem with that, I recommend you find another writer to consume/ create your fic ideas or make your own. (Please do, we need more writers in the EP fandom. This is tough work, truly.)

Now that we’re past the hard stuff, here’s some information about me! (Some may have been clarified before, but here’s a clearer run-down.) 

Basic Information about me:

You can call me Evie or Evvy! 

I go by she/her and they/them

I’m cis-fem and bisexual! 

Some of my hobbies: 

Writing (obviously)

Reading (duh) 

Drawing (check out my main account for some fanart)

Collecting Bear Paraphernalia (figures, mugs, plushies, t-shirts, etc.) 

Collecting vintage 

Thrifting

Fashion 

Some of my favorite musical artists!: 

Lana Del Rey

Ethel Cain

Mazzy Star

Boa

The Smiths

Lesley Gore

Queen

Skeeter Davis

Lady Gaga

Deftones

Morrissey

Chappel Roan

Akira Yamaoka (underrated producer IMO)

Many others I will spare you to not list, including VOCALOID artists under this part

My favorite movies/ shows!: 

AHS (uhm) 

MOE

The Days 2004 

Anything by Tim Burton and Jim Henson

My Life With the Walter Boys (cringe I know, but Noah Lalonde is so hot ok pls spare me) 

Pearl, Maxxxine, etc

Anything by Sofia Coppola (queen)   

The Breakfast Club 

Pretty in Pink

Sixteen Candles

Riverdale (yes, sadly. Bughead is otp idc)

Alice in Wonderland (you know which one) 

My favorite books:

The Virgin Suicides

Girl, Interrupted

Cuckoo Song

The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo series

Nana

Honestly anything by Ai Yazawa

Anything by Clamp

The Stranger

Lolita

My favorite games: 

Silent Hill

Resident Evil

American McGees Alice in Wonderland 

Siren series

Sims4

Animal Crossing

Alice by American McGee series

Anything by Puppet Combo and 616 Games 

Hatsune Miku Project Diva and Mirari 

My favorite Celebrities: 

Evan Peters (no comment.) 

Taissa Farmiga 

Lily Rabe

Pedro Pascal

Noah Lalonde

Christian Slater

Emma Watson

Lana Del Rey

Lady Gaga

Chappel Roan

Aurora

Lili Reinhart

Things I hate (despise): 

Emma Roberts 

Julia Roberts

The Roberts

Tumblr creeps

Creeps in general

Bigots

Emma Roberts

Halsey

Incest 

Zionists

Did I mention Emma Roberts?

Emma Snoberts 

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