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[evan4ever]

I Didn’t Know Where Else to Go

Warren Lipka x reader smut

I am so ungodly attracted to this man

Warnings: a lot of foul language, harassment, bullying, drinking/drugs, smut, fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, orgasm

a/n: I saw a tik tok about enemies to lovers and came up with this 🙊🙈 excuse any errors, as always lol

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You and Warren Lipka were far from friends, enemies if you will. You were this good girl with daddy wrapped around your finger and he was the bad boy who always got himself into trouble somehow, whether it be with the police or with another human who outdid his strength. You weren’t strangers to each other, almost every party you went to he was either there already or would show up later. And he always had something to say to you.

“You know they say when a boy is mean to a girl it’s because they like her?” You teased one time, causing the many people in the room to laugh and Warren to become flustered and annoyed.

“You’re nothing to like.” He’d scoff. “You’re not even fun to be around. One little inconvenience and you run back to your daddy to fix it. You’re pathetic, honestly. Leftovers for later when the actual meal goes cold.” His words stung you, they often did because he always threw it in your face that you’re dad helped you. As if it was a bad thing? But the way he spoke of it embarrassed you in front of your friends. You had always tried to stay as humble as possible but Warren always made you seem otherwise.

“Did daddy buy you that car?”

“Does daddy pay all your bills even when you’re 23 years old?”

“Oh look, the rich bitch is here.”

He always had something to say. And you hated it. You hated him.

Tonight was no different. You were at a party, a pretty and short black dress on and your high heels somewhere in the living room since you’ve ridden of them the second your feet began hurting. You were pretty tipsy, having taken 3 shots of tequila with your girlfriends while the boys cheered you all on. And you were sipping on the pineapple Malibu you held in to tightly while you danced in the middle of all of your friends. You were having a great time and you weren’t even that drunk yet. Though you never got too drunk, your dad taught you that it’s better to get to the right buzz that way you sober up quicker and know what you’re doing. It’s worked all these years and you didn’t plan on stopping.

The living room was loud, music blasting and people singing and talking and yelling to another. You only danced your little heart away to the music, your eyes closed and arms held in the air careful not to spill your drink. You hadn’t even noticed the few people who had come through the front door and at the moment you didn’t care. That was until an angry yell broke you from your music high, your eyes shooting open and looking around for the possible fight that was going to break out.

Of course your eyes landed on Warren who was smirking while one of the guys who’s been at the party since it started was practically cowering over Warren, his finger pointing at him and jabbing into his chest. You weren’t sure what started the fight, but it wasn’t really on your list of things to happen tonight. When you realized the bigger man was getting ready to punch Warren, you quickly strolled over to them and rested your hand on the boys raised arm. He looked at you angrily, but it slowly diminished at the sight of you. You only sent him a soft reassuring smile and within moments, the boy took a step back from Warren, who was still standing there with a smirk on his lips and his arms crossed over his chest confidently. The boy looked back to Warren and with a deep, obvious annoyed sigh, he turns and walks off. The rest of the crowd turns back to their previous doings at the realization that there would be no fight to watch, and you look back at Warren, copying his stance by crossing your arms.

“What is wrong with you? He would’ve crushed your skull.” You furrowed your eyebrows genuinely wondering what goes through this dudes mind that makes him so reckless.

“Hm, good thing the little princess was there to save me, right? One look from you and he backs down in a fight? What, you fuck him too?” You clenched your jaw at his last question, feeling the rage inside of you boiling in your chest. Warren was always quick to calling you a slut or a whore. According to him, your body count was probably 300.

“You have some real nerve, Lipka.” You shook your head and turned in your bare heel no longer wanting to be near him.

“Yeah, go cry about it to your daddy.” You heard him call back at you with a laugh. Spencer was stood next to him but being the low key guy he is, he said nothing and didn’t acknowledge Warren’s “joke”.

You made it to the kitchen and witnessed a few other guys snorting a line of coke off the counter, furrowing your eyebrows in disgust and walking to the counter to get yourself a glass of water. Your mood was low since the interaction with Warren, you were ready to leave as soon as you sobered up which wouldn’t take long. You chugged the glass of water and set it in the sink, gasping at the hands that snaked around your waist from behind you.

You looked back still startled by the interaction and looked at the guy who had just snorted some Coke now clinging to you from behind. “You got all the guys here wrapped around your finger, know that? Whatdya hiding under this dress baby?” He was obviously fucked up and you were not having it, immediately pulling yourself from his hold and storming past him not in the mood to be slut-shamed again. Especially when you’ve only had sex a handful of times and all of them were with you longtime ex boyfriend from high school. You had a pretty face and people liked you and that made you a slut, apparently.

“Aw come on don’t be like that” he called out to you but you continued your way and ignored him, “bet I’ll convince her next time.” You could hear him laugh with his friends and once again, you blood boiled. You irrationally grabbed the glass bottle full of cheap vodka that was next to you and turned back around, matching your way back to the man. He turned to you with a grin, thinking you had changed your mind but before he had the chance to speak, you swung the glass bottle into the side of his head, the sound of glass shattering and the man hitting the floor causing silence throughout the house.

All eyes were on you, warrens included, and no one knew what to say. The man was groaning in pain, bleeding from the side of his forehead and seemed pretty fucking dazed. “You just fucking assaulted me, you dumb bitch!” He groaned out trying to stand. You took a step back from him but remained angry and threatening. You didn’t even feel the shards of glass that had sliced into your arms when it shattered on him.

“I guess you should learn to control your fucking mouth? What, are you gonna turn me in? I’m not the one high off fucking coke.” You raised an eyebrow daring him to continue arguing, though he didn’t. His buddies helped him up and with a few glares and nasty looks they led him out of the kitchen. You clenched your jaw and looked around at the crowd still staring at you in silence. “Don’t you all have something better to do?” You raised your voice at them, a few turning away quickly to act preoccupied and a few continuing to watch as you marched from the kitchen to the living room to grab your phone and storm out of the house. The party was over for you, you wanted to go home.

And so you made it to your small apartment where you entered and slammed your keys down on your counter and took a few breaths to calm yourself. You were ridiculously worked up and you knew it was over so stressing over it was going to do you no good. Instead, you stripped yourself of your dress, already barefoot having forgotten your shoes, and made your way to your bathroom to start a hot shower. You stepped in once at the right temperature and closed your eyes as the steaming water hit your body and relaxed you muscles, exactly what you needed. You weren’t even sure how long you’d been in but finally drew yourself from it and slipped on some short spandex and an oversized shirt to get comfortable.

You made your way to your couch and sat down snuggling into a blanket and searched through Hulu for a movie to watch. You really wanted to go to sleep, but you needed the noise so you didn’t feel alone, especially after such a bad night. You settled on The Proposal, one no one could ever go wrong with, and just barely got comfortable when you heard a knock at the door. You couldn’t control the groan that came from your lips as you threw the blanket off and stood, striding to the door in annoyance and throwing it open, as if your dad taught you nothing about answering doors especially at midnight. You weren’t sure who you’d see waiting for you, but you definitely weren’t expecting to see Warren standing there.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in even more annoyance, as if your night could get any worse, and you were about to ask him what the fuck he wanted but your mouth shut instantly at the sight of his bruised face and bloody lip. “What happened?” You asked instead. He tried to look anywhere but your eyes, almost ashamed of himself. You only remained looking at his beaten face in concern. “Do you need a doctor? I can take you.”

“No.” He finally spoke and you tilted your head confused, finally shaking it as if to ask him to elaborate what was going on. “I..” he cleared his throat and took a deep breath in. “These guys. They were talking some real bad shit about you. Like bad. I’m talking jumping you for what you did to their friend. It pissed me off and so I beat the fuck out of them. But it was me against three so, I look like this.” Your body tensed at the thought of what these guys could’ve, would’ve, done to you. Frat boys could be really screwed up and not many had respect for girls. Girls were a means of pleasure and a punching bag to them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” He finally looked at you and met your eyes. Yours softened realizing that the man you never liked or got along with defended you behind your back, and you were thankful.

“Are they..?” You started and trailed off but he knew what you were going to ask and shook his head.

“No. They backed off and went back to partying. I don’t think they’ll fuck with you.”

You let out a sigh of relief and nodded. There was a silent awkward beat before you finally stepped aside. “You can come in. I should clean up your lips so it doesn’t get infected.” You insisted and he obliged, letting himself enter into your home. You closed the door behind him and went straight to your sink to retrieve a wet towel and some alcohol as well as an ice pack. He decided to sit at your table while he waited for you and you joined him a moment later, sitting in front of him. “Can I?” You asked permission before starting and he simply nodded. You began wiping the blood away and once clean you hesitated. “This might burn” you whispered and he only nodded again bracing himself and wincing once the alcohol met his gash. You apologized quickly and placed the wet towel over it to try to ease the burn and in minutes he seemed no longer phased.

You removed the towel and examined it, seeing it now perfectly clean and only a cut that was no longer bleeding, smiling to yourself at your work. “Here, I brought an ice pack for your swollen eye. It’ll help it.” You encouraged him to take it from you and he did, placing it against the side of his face.

“Thanks.” He nodded to you awkwardly. Another silent beat passed as you both struggled for words, having literally never been in each others presence where it wasn’t hateful; having never been alone. It was weird for you both, though not uncomfortable.

“Why did you defend me?” You finally asked, wanting to understand given your past with the other. He owed you nothing, you were just as mean and spiteful to him. Your eyes were on his curiously, desperate to know.

He shifted awkwardly and shrugged. “Don’t know. I guess it just made me sick to think about letting them do what they were saying. I had to at least try to stop them.”

“But why?” You asked immediately. “You hate me.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the table as he went over your statement, almost ashamed of the way he’s treated you. “Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I want you hurt.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say but it wasn’t that. And it honestly made you happy, appreciative. It brought a whole new light to Warren you’d never seen before.

You copied him by looking down at your hands and picking at the skin on your finger while thinking everything over. “Well, thank you. I owe you one.”

“No you don’t.” He said almost in disbelief, looking up to meet his eyes again that were on you already. “You don’t owe me anything. Not for this.” The seriousness in his voice told you not to object, only nodding in response. You were both still sat next to the table facing each other. Your knees were against his from how close you’ve been by cleaning up his face. And it was like something took over you. This new light you saw him in was almost hypnotizing, making you do what it wanted you to do and having no say — not that you minded.

You leaned forward in your chair, your eyes never leaving his, and he was quick to understand what you wanted, leaning in grabbing your waist and pulling you from your chair onto his lap. Your bodies were against each other now, your face slightly above his making him have to look up at you. You gazed down at him, wondering if you should really do this or not. But you couldn’t control yourself, you were so fucking attracted to the guy right now. You wanted him and by the looks of it, he wanted you too.

Your hands slid up his arms to his shoulders before stopping on either side of his face, now caressing him. His eyes never left yours and there was a look of hunger and desperation in them, but he wanted you to be sure. You finally lowered your face closer to his and let your lips close the small gap you had left in a gentle kiss. You felt his hands find their way under your shirt and softly move over the bare skin on your waist and back, his fingertips beginning to trace your sides up and down sending a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to arise all over. You broke the kiss only to tilt your head the other way allowing you kiss him again more deeply. His hands began grabbing at your sides harder causing a small moan from you to escape into his mouth, only turning him on more.

He quickly took ahold of your waist now and pushed you down onto him, both of you breaking the kiss to let out a moan as you felt his bulge pressing into you, so close to where you wanted it to be. He wasted no time in reconnecting his lips to yours, now allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. His hands slide down to your ass and grabbed ahold of it as he stood from his chair, holding you up. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist, your arms hooking around his neck as you both continued your heavy makeout while he carried you to what he assumed was your room.

Once at the foot of your bed, he broke the kiss and slowly lowered you onto it now hovering above you. You pushed your self back towards the pillows and leaned forward, grabbing him and pulling him on to you so needing, leaning yourself up so you could attach your lips to his again and feeling him lower you both so you were laying flat now, his arms holding him over you on either side of your head. Your hands slowly made their way to the bottom of his shirt and pulling on it, indicating you wanted it off, him leaning back upright and removing it, tossing it somewhere on your floor. His hands immediately went to your spandex, hooking his thumbs into them and beginning to pull them off. You took leaned up enough so you could remove your own shirt while he stripped you of your bottoms, now leaving you completely bare and exposed to him.

Your heart began thumping louder in your chest as you realized you were laying naked in front of him, becoming insecure and covering your exposed breasts from him.

“Hey, hey” you heard him say, your eyes closed from the fear of his reaction to your body. You felt him lean back over you and use one of his hands to push your hair from your face, tracing down your cheek gently. “You don’t have to hide yourself from me. You’re fucking beautiful.” His words were so soft and sincere that it picked a weight off your chest, you eyes blinking open and looking up to meet his. They held so much truth behind them as they gazed down at you that the insecurity you felt simply diminished while looking into them. This was a new part of Warren you had never seen, never expected to see either. And as you looked at the man shirtless above you, you couldn’t help but take in his beautiful features, they made him look like a fucking God.

You slowly removed your arms from your chest allowing him to see your breasts, his eyes looking down and taking them in. “Fuck” he whispered out, his eyes flickering back to yours before his head dipped down and took one of your nipples in his mouth. Your own mouth fell open at the new sensation, his other hand tracing over your shoulder before landing on and taking your other breast into it, kneading and softly rubbing over the other nipple. Your eyes stayed on his, watching him suck on and play with your tits while he watched your desperation grow. Light moans escaped, feeling yourself becoming more and more wet from the pleasure he was giving you, your head falling back into the pillow as you showered in it. You pushed your chest up into him needy for more feeling, bucking your hips into him immediately after to relieve some of the pressure being built up in your aching pussy. He quickly grabbed your hips and pushed you back down into the bed to deny you of the relief, your eyes shooting open to look at him with confusion.

He looked up yo meet yours and gave you an innocent smile before pushing himself lower and placing each of your legs over one of his shoulders, now able to see your dripping pussy. He groaned at just the sight and you watched with furrowed brows, impatient to feel him. “So fucking wet for me, huh?” He teased, one of his fingers coming up to play with your clit. You sucked a sharp breath in, still watching him, his own eyes on your heat. The desperation you felt was becoming almost painful and you couldn’t control the second buck if your hips just to feel more of him. He took the chance to use his other hand, pushing a finger inside of you with such ease, a long moan escaping from you.

“Yes.. please..” you begged, feeling pathetic in doing so but needing more. He didn’t hesitate, pushing another finger in and sliding them out, watching in awe as your juices soaked them completely. His ears filled with another moan from you, and he finally began finger fucking you faster, just like you wanted. You gasped and your back arched off the bed as he watched proudly, the sight of you and the sound of you making him harder if it were even possible. God, he couldn’t wait to feel you around his throbbing dick.

He fingered you for some minutes longer before pulling them from you, moving himself back over you. He brought his fingers to your mouth and opened, tasting yourself on his fingers with no hesitation. He groaned at the sight of his fingers in your mouth and lowered his head into your neck, leaving hot open mouthed kisses from your ear to your collar bone, allowing himself to suck on the thin, sensitive skin while he worked on removing his jeans and boxers. His dick spray upward finally being released and you quickly wrapped your hand around him and jerked him off while he moaned into your collar bone, biting down on it causing you to gasp. His hips began moving, sliding perfectly through your hand that was still wrapped around him. You closed your eyes at the beautiful sound of his low moans against your skin.

After another moment of jerking him, he grabbed your hand from him along with your other and pressed them into the mattress, once again on either side of your head and hovered above you. His eyes were so much darker now as they looked back into yours that we’re looking up at him through your long lashes.

“Are you ready?” He asked and you nodded eagerly, so much more than ready. “Are you sure this is okay?” He double checked and the simple question caused so many butterflies in your stomach that it nearly took your breath away. You blinked a few times before nodding again, this time much slower and serious. Before he could do anything, you leaned up and placed a small, reassuring kiss on his lips before falling back against the pillows as your hands were still held down by his. A half smile broke on his lips before his hand released yours and reached down to line himself with your entrance, immediately taking your hand and pressing it back into the mattress. Your eyes held contact as he slowly pushed himself into you, both of you moaning from the feeling that you’ve both been waiting for.

He pulled himself out and slowly reentered you a few times to allow you to adjust to him, then he leaned down and connected your lips as he began speeding up, your moans muffled against his mouth, a sound he fucking loved. You bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes closing and Devilish smile forming on his lips. He released your hands and grabbed your waist tightly and in one quick, swift motion he flipped you around, a squeak coming from you, so you were now straddling him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest and held you to him while he thrusted up into you hard now, gasps leaving your mouth with each one that felt it was hitting deeper and deeper inside of you.

Your hips began moving in sync with him to help him reach the deepest part of you, his eyes fluttering shut while yours watched him from a above him. “You’re so fucking hot” you squeaked out while he continued thrusting and you continued riding him, unable to keep your own eyes open from the pleasure. You squirmed from his hold and sat upright so it was easier to grind into him with each bounce, which also happened to cause enough friction on your clit to push you closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Warren, I’m gonna cum,” you nearly cried out, your head falling back and your hands grabbing his legs to keep you balanced. He quickly brought his hand to your clit again and rubbed quick circles, a string of moans leaving your open mouth while he watch in awe, never taking his eyes off of you.

“Cum for me baby, fuck” he groaned, thrusting harder into you as his own orgasm drew close. “Cum all over me, princess.” You let out a breathless laugh at his usual nickname he decided to use, grinding yourself into him at his last hard thrust, pushing you both over the edge.

“fuck fuck fuck” you whined as your buddy feel forward into him, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place with his dick deep inside of you as he came at the same time.

“Fuuuck y/n, holy shit” he growled, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your face to his so you could both watch each other ride out your orgasms. “That’s good baby, ride it out” He encouraged and you whimpered at the sensitiveness you began feeling. He crashed his lips onto yours again and trusted a few more times before pulling himself out, his hands resting on your bare back, your head falling into the crook of his neck.

You both laid still like this for a few moments while you caught your breath, finally lifting your head and looking at him again. His eyes opened at the feeling of your movements and met your face, tilting his head the side and smiling lightly at you. Your hand moved up to caress his cheek before leaning down and placing one more quick, gentle peck to his lips that he happily returned.

“So..” he started, grinning even more, “guess we don’t hate each other as much as we thought?” He suggested, you letting out a quiet laugh.

“Should be nice to me more often. This was… fun.” You admitted and he nodded, agreeing.

“You’re right. This is way better than yelling profanities at each other. I’d much rather fuck you when you piss me off. “

“Guess I’ll piss you off more often then.”

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Evan liked to play pranks on his neighbors 😂😂😂

[evan4ever]

Vegas, baby

Evan Peters

Warnings: unprotected sex, handjob, fingering, pregnancy, one night stand, mention of divorce. I think that’s it?

Summary: your one night stand in Vegas turns into something more and you’re left with the hard truth when you realize there’s no other way to go about it.

Your back instantly slammed against the wall as you both entered the hotel room, him closing the door behind him only to turn and grab your hips and pull you from the wall back to him, reconnecting your guys lips. He was quick to pushing you back against the wall and holding you there with his own body against yours, his hands roaming your body before grabbing the bottom of your short black dress and pulling it up and over your head leaving you in your perfectly chosen lingerie. You were planning on hooking up with someone tonight but you had no idea it would be the man whose hands were all over your body in your hotel room at this very moment.

You had just finalized a divorce, and to celebrate leaving the 8 year relationship, you were partying in Vegas with a few friends. You wore the shortest, most revealing outfit you could find and had been gambling with said friends at one of the large, people filled casinos. You had gotten a few glances and a couple men to approach you, but none of whom you were all that attracted to and not to mention any you felt safe sleeping with.

Did you feel like a whore? Yup. Did you care? Not in the slightest. You figured you had paid your dues trying to make the failing relationship last and deserved a little fun now. You felt sexy, you wanted to have a good time, but with who? Definitely didn’t think it would be thee Evan Peters. But somehow the world just worked out in your favor. You were a fan, but when he came up to you at the Black Jack table with literally your favorite drink even though you had never talked to the man, something screamed this is it. This is who you wanted to hook up with. And no, it wasn’t because he was famous. It wasn’t because he had money and has all the girls swooning over him. No. It was because he was kind to you, interested in you while ignoring everyone else. Made the effort to impress you and make you laugh. Maybe he just wanted a one night stand too, and if that’s all you were to him — even better. No strings attached. You didn’t care. He was attractive, he was funny, and you could give a shit less that he was a celebrity. It didn’t even come up. You guys slowly got more and more drunk together, more intertwined together, eventually ending up on one of the dance floors where he allowed you to dance and grind on him while your friends did the same with the men they had found. Evan was in pure ecstasy with you, watching the way you moved on him and around him. So effortlessly. He just wanted you.

And so here you guys were. 4 in the morning back in your hotel room at The Flamingo doing exactly what you both wanted the whole night. You quickly grabbed his shirt and he helped you pull it over his head while you let your hands reach for his belt buckle, undoing it swiftly and pulling his pants down. He stepped out of them and immediately grabbed your thighs, squeezing them almost harshly and lifting you up with ease. Your arms hooked around his neck, wrapping your legs around his torso and holding him to you tightly while your hands roamed through his dark, long hair. His lips trailed kisses down from your ear to your collar bone where he would bite the sensitive skin hard, quickly letting his tongue skin over the now darkening sensitive spot. Your eyes fluttered shut as he worked his way to the other collar bone to leave more marks. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours but tonight you both were surely going to act like it.

Finally after leaving more than enough marks on your olive colored skin, he pulls you from the wall and with ease, carries you over and lays you down on the large king sized bed, hovering over you. You waste no time in pulling his face back down to your in another heavy make out, you biting down on his lips earning you a desperate, deep moan from him. He took it as a challenge, allowing his hands to trace down your skin where he’d begin rubbing perfect circles over your clothed clit, your back arching at the sudden new sensation. It was right where he wanted you but fuck, you wanted more. You bucked your hips into his hand which only made him grab your entire heat hard, you letting out a gasp and clinging to him.

“You’re sure this is okay? Are you sure you want this?” The simple fact that he was not only doubling checking but triple checking that you wanted this, showing you just how respectful he was, made you want him even more. You nodded quickly, your hands taking ahold of either side of his face so you could look at each other perfectly.

“I want this. I want you.” You confirmed, never breaking eye contact with him. He only nodded, dipping his head back down to yours and placing a much more gentle kiss to your lips. It lasted only a moment before his hands began working on you again. You reached down and hooked your fingers inside your lace panties, attempting to pull them off and he was quick to help you remove them, tossing them off to the side. You took the chance to grab ahold of his obvious erection, letting your hands work on him now while watching his face, wanting to see exactly what you do to him. He let our low moans and multiple profanities at just the sight of your beautiful hand wrapped around his still clothed dick, finally removing his own boxers. You quickly wrapped your hand back around him and slid it up and down a few times, your thumb playing with the precum that was already dripping from his tip. He was so sensitive, his body jolting a few times before he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed your hand from his dick and used the advantage he had to pull you up more and allowing him to place himself between your legs. He grabbed his dick and placed it against your pussy and groaned at the feeling.

“You’re already so fucking wet for me,” he’d groan out as he moved his dick between your folds with ease. Your own beautiful moans would fill his ears, nearly unable to control himself from slamming into you right then and there. But he wanted to give you the time you needed, to make sure you were completely ready. He pulled his dick away and once again dropped his hand down and slowly entered a finger into you causing you both to moan in unison. “God you’re so fucking hot.” He stated, then entering another finger and allowing them to pump in and out of you, earning him more desperate moans from you.

After some time, he pulled his fingers out which only caused you to whine out but his lips attaching to yours in a deep, tongue filled kiss quickly shut you up. He positioned himself at your entrance and with his mouth still on yours, he slid his cock inside of you. You both moaned into the others mouth and you gripped his shoulders tightly while feeling him grip your hips in his large hands, squeezing and kneading them while he began fucking you. It started out slow and gentle but as soon as he knew you were okay and could tell you wanted more, he sped up and got rougher with each thrust.

He would pull away from your lips finally and place his head in the crook of your neck, the feeling of your nails scratching down his bare back only making him want to fuck you harder. You were a moaning mess, you didn’t even try to control how loud you were. It was Vegas. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

“Fuck, Evan,” you whined, bucking your hips into him again trying to feel as much of him as you could. This sex was already like no sex you’ve had before. You wanted to see his full potential. You wanted him to use you in every way he wanted. And as if he read your mind, he grabbed you and in one quick and swift motion he flipped you around so you were now in doggy style. He pushed your back down so your head was against the pillows and your ass in the air giving him the perfect view. Another deep groan left his throat at the sight, his hands grabbing your ass and squeezing hard before he began thrusting into you again at the same pace he was before, only now it allowed him even deeper in you. You practically screamed out in the pleasure the new position gave you, your hands gripping ahold of the sheets tightly while you pushed yourself back into him. He groaned at your movement, holding your waist into him before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your body up crisp against his. He took the chance to remove your bra and wasted no time and grabbing your tits, his lips connecting to your neck again. Being able to hold you in place, he once again started fucking you and you both knew this was it. This was the position you both needed and yearned for to get that perfect ecstasy high when you’d both finally orgasm. It didn’t take long. Only a few more thrusts and you both reached your peak, his cum spilling inside of you while he held you against him and you cumming at his release. One of his hands reached down to run your clit again to help you ride yours out, his name leaving your mouth in squeaks while you squirmed against him, though he had no trouble holding you in place.

Finally, as you both came down from your shared highs, his hands loosened their hold on you and gently helped you lower yourself onto the bed where he’d collapse next to you. Your breaths were heavy and the room was now silent. You let your head fall to the side so you could see him and to your surprise, his eyes were already on yours. You shared a smile, then a laugh. The rest of the night was filled with your voices talking amongst each other, talking about your lives and what led you to where you both were. It was perfect, honestly, but you knew it wasn’t going to last. It was a one night stand for a reason and it was far too soon for you to get involved and he had too much on his plate to try to balance a new relationship. Sadly, it was going to come to and end.

And it did.

Until now.

You sat on the edge of your bathtub staring down at the test in your hand. It was positive.

All you could think was what the fuck were you supposed to do now? It has been 2 months since you slept with Evan. And it’s been 2 months since you last spoke to him that morning after. You guys had agreed to not share numbers or any form of contact considering you both only wanted some fun. That’s all it was supposed to be. And now here you were, pregnant with his child and with absolutely no way to contact him.

What we’re you supposed to do? If you didn’t tell him, it wasn’t fair. But he was a famous, popular celebrity who didn’t have Instagram and even if he did, what would make you any different than the rest of the hundreds of thousands of people who’d be messaging him. You didn’t even tell him your last name. He’d have no way of knowing that you weren’t messaging him as a fan, but as the woman he had a one night stand with in Vegas that was now carrying his child. You were quite literally at a complete loss. Do you just raise the child without him? Never letting anyone know who the child belongs to, including him? What we’re the odds you’d ever see each other again and even get the chance to tell him? Low, you figured. So that’s it, you thought. You had to raise this child alone, only you knowing the secret behind it.

You were going to have Evan Peters baby and as fucked as it was, he’d never even know. I guess that’s life.

So you thought.

a/n: okay this isn’t proofread so ignore any mistakes. but i’ve has this fic in my head for so long i had to write it. soooo let me know if i should continue and make it into a series or something? 🫶🏻

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Hi, i’m Lolite (or Venus) and this is my AHS writing blog. I write for AHS Characters (specifically Evan Peters’ characters). I mostly write smut if i’m being honest. It’s my niche.

10/29/2021 update - i’m not active on this account anymore. find me on my wattpad instead.

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* = smut

Tate Langdon

Teenage Dirtbag* ➥ Tate takes his anger out on you {18+} Tate Langdon HCs ➥ Random headcanons for Tate Smells Like Teen Spirit* ➥ Tate helps you take your mind off of growing up {18+} Deal is a Deal* ➥ You and Tate try something new {18+} Yandere!Tate HCs ➥ Tate Langdon as a Yandere headcanons

Kit Walker

More Than a Woman ➥ You get high with a sappy Kit Walker, your new husband Kit Walker Letter ➥ Kit sends you a letter while being long-distance NSFW Alphabet w/ Kit Walker* ➥ Kit during sex headcanons {18+} Meet Me Where The Stars Shine ➥ Kit comforts you in Briarcliff Pocket Full of Rainbows* ➥ You and Kit have sensual sex {18+}

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humming melodies (p. maximoff x fem!reader)

warnings: smut, mommy kink, sub!peter, premature ejaculation, praise kink

Peter Maximoff was, in many ways, an enigma. All of his interactions contradicted one another, and none of them ever lined up to match who he appeared to be and who he truly was.

Most people looked at Peter and saw a young man, someone who was cocksure and immature for his age. That was the persona he exuded. Only the ones who were lucky enough to be allowed a look at what was underneath the veneer knew that who he appeared to be was not who he truly was.

The reality of it was, Peter’s confidence was lacking to the point where it was practically nonexistent. Essentially, in anything that he did or about himself, he had no self-assurance. The extrovert projected to the outside world was merely an image created by himself to hide his insecurities, to protect his vulnerabilities from being open to ill use and exploitation.

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the graduate

note: anon, this one is for you. you know who you are xx

When your boyfriend is a busy and booked actor who basically goes to work on the opposite side of the country, it’s common sense that he wouldn’t be able to attend small things. 

Although, you’d say that graduating university is a most definitely a pretty big thing. Of course you told him about today, right? You’re about ninety-five percent sure you told him over FaceTime calls and text messages… but he never really said that he would come or take off work.

Thats okay, you really don’t fret over things that are out of your control. You’d find another way to celebrate with him, maybe he’d find the time during the month to come visit you and you’d be able to take him through your old stomping grounds. Maybe you could even go visit him, no big deal, right?

Wrong. The heart shattering reality that you had just received your diploma, that, let’s be honest, put you thousands of dollars in debt. All you wanted was to know that you’d be able to walk out of the auditorium to your boyfriend who would shower you in kisses and congratulations.

Instead you held your diploma in your hands and walked out into the city sidewalk, the campus you once called home was now something that would only be a memory. 

The spring air made you smile lightly as you began making your way through the crowd of graduates and towards the fountain that sat in the middle of the campus park. 

An itch of irritation slowly began to sneak in as minutes passed as you felt someone on your heels, you are not a stranger to the New York City tourists who don’t know how to walk for the life of them but this presence made your skin prickle.

Why were they so close? can’t they see that you’re wearing heels, so God forgive you if you had to pace yourself a little more than the average sneaker wearer.

“Excuse me!” you snapped, throwing your hands up at your sides before turning towards the person behind you. “Can you not be up my ass?” 

Your eyes snapped towards the persons face and you froze once you realized who stood before you. His hands up in defense while his laughter echoed throughout the air between you two, his eyes crinkled at the sides making your heart burst at the seams. 

“Woe, woe, woe, I’m walkin’ ere!” he laughed making you cover your face with your hands.

He made it. 

“What are you doing here?!” you happily whined as your boyfriend immediately wrapped your small frame into his large, muscular one. His chest vibrating as he chuckled.

“You think I’d miss your graduation?” he asked with raised eyebrows. You sighed, resting your chin against his chest while he caressed your back, his large hands felt comforting. They felt like home. “I’m offended.” he sighed dramatically.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you couldn’t help but let a few tears stream down your cheeks while he rocked you back and forth, his attendance meaning more to you than anyone could ever imagine.

Long distance relationships were hard, especially ones where age difference came into play, Evan had a career and you were still attending school- so hours were always thrown off. 

“You didn’t tell me you were coming!! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! I could have made reservations-” 

Evan held out his finger motioning for you to pause, your mouth agape as he stepped back from you and held out his phone to show you his screen. “Dante reservations are at six.” he smiled proudly.

You clapped your hands together excitedly- of course he knew your favorite restaurant even though you’ve only raved about it once or twice around him. Your dress flowed in the wind as you jumped up and down, grabbing Evan's hands and leaning towards him to finally crash your lips against his. Evan hummed against you causing you to smile and pull away, resting your forehead against his with a smile. 

“Congratulations, pretty girl.” Evan said, cupping your chin into his hand before pulling you in for another tender kiss.

“Thank you.” you whispered once he pulled away and wrapped his arm around you so you could lead him away from the crowded sidewalk.

You sighed in content while resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes scanning up towards the sky as you thanked the God’s for gifting you with the most amazing partner you could ever ask for. You didn’t even notice him pulling something out of his jacket pocket before he stopped you both mid step.

“I got you a little something, just so you know how proud I am of you and how happy I am that my girl is a graduate.” he smiled, bitting his bottom lip while holding out a tiny beige box.

Your eyes raked his face and squealed after taking the box from his hand to open it slowly so he could watch you unwrap the white gift wrap. “Oohh’s and ahh’s” fell from your mouth as he pulled out the most delicate looking gold necklace. 

“Ev…” you gaped, the necklace revealing an authentic heart shaped pearl in the middle. “th- this is so beautiful.” you mused looking up at him with loving eyes. His tender glance causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach violently.

“You like it?” he wondered.

“I love it!” you nearly shouted, “Is that even a question?!” you added causing Evan to chuckle. 

“Let me put it on you, beautiful.” he urged.

Evan took the necklace from your hands and waited for you to turn around, his hands finding your hair and sliding it over your shoulder so he could put it on you with ease. His hands fell to your shoulders after he clasped the necklace around your neck, Evan pulled you against his chest causing your eyes to close in satisfaction as he kissed your jawline lightly. 

“I have so much of you in my heart.” he whispered in your ear, “So I thought I’d give you my heart even when we’re far apart.” 

Your lips trembled at his words, gripping onto his forearms you turned your head to the side to look up at him to reveal his intense gaze. “You’re like a dream.” you giggled. 

Evan shrugged while turning you to face him, his hands sliding down to your hips casing blush to shadow against your soft cheeks. “What can I say, the ladies love me.” he teased.

“Shut up before I ‘accidentally’ feed you olives at the restaurant!” you poked fun at him, knowing he hates them.

Evan scoffed and bumped his hip into your’s- causing you to laugh as he opened his phone to look at the gps so you could head to the restaurant.

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American Animals (2018).

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Lovers Rock

Where Warren Lipka decides to end your fight with the only way he knew how.

Pairing - Warren Lipka x fem!reader

Words - 2.0k

Warnings - smut, angst, slapping kink, idk it's just very dirty

A/N - I decided to do an angry sex fic today and figured I'll do a Stoned Kit Walker smut sometime over the weekend. So enjoy this filthy smut piece because had fun writing it :)

Inspired by Lovers Rock by TV Girl

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It was around one in the morning on a Wednesday when you were hunched over your desk in your dorm room studying for your test.

A loud knock sounds through your room, causing you to jump. Standing from your chair, you open the door to your dorm room. Warren Lipka stands in your doorway, his lips pulled into a weak smile.

You sigh, looking off to the side as you prepare yourself for the future moments. “Can I come in? Please?” he asks, his voice softer than usual due to the fact you were in a community dorm hall.

Nodding, you let him into your room and close the door behind him. He sits on your bed, looking up to you with his beautiful, puppy dog eyes. You could tell he was tipsy. It had become a sixth sense to you. Detecting when he was drunk or high.

“What did you do this time?” you ask right away, your room still dark and the only light being from your desk lamp. Warren’s head falls and he stays silent. “I didn’t do nothing bad. I just… wanted to see you again. I needed some-some courage, you know?” he says, looking up to meet your gaze.

You cross your arms, feeling bad for having been so hard on him when you last saw him. “You gotta go, Warren. I have to study and I don’t have time for your shit today,”

Warren had been a completely different person lately. He gets drunk way too much, is stoned every hour of the day, rebellious, and plain old stupid.

“Baby, please,” he says, standing from your bed. “I was drunk and didn’t know what I was doing and--”

“That isn’t an excuse for cheating,”

He sighs, running his hand through his hair. “I dropped out of that scholarship,” he says, his voice flat and void of emotion. Your head snaps up, his words setting off an alarm in you. “Dropped out?” you repeat.

Nodding, you groan. “Fucking Warren,” you mumble. “Why did you do that? You’re fucking nineteen. You gotta find something to do with your life. Weed and alcohol won't always be there for you,”

“It was stupid. It’s not my fault I don’t wanna be at college on a fucking sports scholarship,” he rebuttals quickly, his voice rising to match your tone.

“You’re fucking stupid,” you insult. He glares at you briefly before closing his eyes. “I don’t want to contribute to corporate America, Y/n. I’m not a sucker like you. I’m not wasting four years of my life in school. High school was hell enough,”

“A sucker like me?” you echo, your eyebrows raised in question. Warren catches what he was saying and presses his lips together. His silence was patronizing. “Elaborate, please. You always talk about ‘contributing to corporate America’ and yet you’re the biggest contributor I know,”

“How’s that?” he asks, his head tilted in offense.

“You just are. Stop complaining and practice what you preach,” you huff, your voice raising even more as you get heated.

You stare at each other for a moment, the silence slowly cutting away at the words you both just said. “Get out, Warren. I was clear about what I wanted yesterday and I still feel that way,” you say in a quiet voice, your eyes failing to meet his.

He sighs, biting his lower lip. “Y/n, come on,” he tries.

“Get… out,”

Begrudgingly, he walks away from you and towards the door. You sit down on the edge of your bed, your head falling as you rub your dry eyes. Not hearing the door open or close, you instead hear Warren inhale sharply.

“I’m not fucking leaving,” he digs his heels in. Your eyes snap up to look at him, a look of both confusion and anger on your face. “What?” you ask incredulously.

“I’m not leaving because you clearly don’t want me to,”

“So the phrase ‘get out’ now means to be an ass and act like you know me?”

He stares at you for a second, his eyes locked relentlessly on yours. “You don’t want me to leave,” he insists. You roll your eyes, looking away from him. The next thing you know, he has his hand wrapped around your throat as he stares down at you.

“I hate you,” you seethe as he squeezes the sides of your neck. He smirks, chuckling softly. “I hate you more,” he plays along. Using his leverage on your throat, he pushes you back onto your bed.

You gasp, watching him tear off his shirt and undo his belt buckle. You pull your own clothes off as well, stripping until you were in just a bra and panties.

He wore just his boxers as he got on the bed and leaned over you, his lips sloppily meeting yours. You could taste the beer on his lips but you didn’t mind much. The kiss was hot and aggressive which only turned you both on even more.

Your hands go down to his waist but he quickly grabs your wrists, pinning them above you on the bed. His grip hurt but it felt nice. It had been a few days which was a long time in Warren’s world so he was especially riled up.

Using his free hand, he pulls off your underwear in one swift motion. You stay silent, not wanting to boost his ego by moaning, whimpering, or begging. He doesn’t do what he normally would do like tease you with soft touches or kisses and instead jumps straight to fucking you.

Your eyes screw shut as he pushes his dick into your pussy. It hurt since he wasn’t even trying to be nice. But you liked it. Hell, you enjoyed it. The way he was just using you recklessly.

Holding back from making noise, Warren starts snapping his hips back and forth, creating a brutal yet pleasurable pace. Your eyes flutter open as he groans softly, seeing the angelic look on his face that made you not want to hate him.

The way his brows furrowed and how he bit on his lower lip. The lust in his dark eyes and how his hair fell over his face.

Your hands squeeze into fists, his hand still binding your wrists together in a vice-like grip that would definitely leave a mark. A soft moan escaped your lips and you feel a sharp sting on your cheek where he had slapped you.

His hand grips at your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he fuck you mercilessly. You feel embarrassment flood your body as his eyes meet yours. “Shut up,” he orders darkly. You pathetically nod, biting your tongue.

It was difficult to keep quiet and Warren knew this. That was the whole point. He felt so good inside of you that you were destined to moan at least once.

And that’d just warrant another slap.

The bed creaks with each thrust he makes, the noise an obvious signifier to other kids in the dorm hall of what was going on. Warren liked the noise your bed made. Because he knew that in turn, you were embarrassed by how loud the creaking could get.

Your body shudders, each nerve ending electrified as you relax in an attempt to keep quiet. Warren made noises just to brag about being able to make noise. Soft groans and grunts and whispers of curse words.

“You hate me, huh?” he taunts, his lips grazing your cheek as he leans over you. “Why are you dripping then?”

Your eyes flutter shut, a heavy exhale through your nose being the only sound you could make. He appreciates your reaction, fucking you as hard as he could. Which, to be fair, was pretty hard.

“It’s because you love being used, isn’t that right?” he continues taunting, speaking in rhetorical questions to further agonize her inability to respond.

You were unreasonably wet for him. Being used like this turned you on more than it should. Anything Warren did was hot. Anything he said, anything he suggested. You were willing to do anything if he wanted to. Not because you’re a sucker, but because he’s so good at it.

The hand on your jaw trails down your body, his hot and possessive touch making your skin break out in goosebumps.

He presses a kiss to your jaw, his lips dragging across your warm skin until he reaches your ear. “My sweet, good Y/n,” he whispers teasingly. You let out a weak moan, only earning another sharp slap to your cheek, the opposite cheek from before.

Silencing yourself, you feel your orgasm coming with each thrust Warren made. He could tell, too. By how you began to thrash underneath him. He pulls your bra down, revealing your chest to him.

His lips meet your nipples, the sensation making it even more difficult to stay quiet. Your walls clench around his dick, your orgasm coming quicker than you expected.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” he antagonizes.

You nod weakly, your breathing heavy as his thumb replaces his mouth on your nipple. “But I thought you hated me? If somebody hates somebody else, they usually don’t want to cum from them,” he counters.

Your skin had become sticky with sweat, Warren’s chest pressed against your only creating a furnace between you two. “I-I don’t hate you,” you try.

His thrusts slow down, edging you off the edge of an orgasm. You groan, looking at Warren who wore a snobby smile. “I said no speaking,” he whispers, his lips grazing yours. You rock your hips slightly, trying to take advantage of how he was still inside of you.

Removing his hand from around your wrists, he snakes his hand under your back and flips you around so he’s laying on the bed and you’re saddling his waist. “Work for it and you can make all the noise you want, pup,”

With a quiet whimper, you start moving your hips back and forth instead of up and down due to how tired you were. “No, no, no. Do it like you mean it,” he corrects by grabbing your hips and guiding your up and down movements.

A cool burn spreads through your thighs as you ride him. Warren removes your bra completely as your head falls back and breathy moans leave your lips.

He watches you ride him with a proud smile, his hands roaming your body freely as you indulge in your own pleasure. You bring yourself to the edge, a wave of pleasure consuming your body as you orgasm.

A moan of relief falls from your lips as you collapse on his chest, your legs feeling like rubber underneath you. You felt bad about not letting him finish so with the little bit of energy you had left, you trailed your lips down his body until you reach his dick.

His head falls back as you start giving him a blow job. His fingers thread through our hair as you bob your head up and down on his dick.

It didn’t take long for him to cum in your mouth. A sharp exhale leaves his lips as he places his finger under your jaw and pulls you from his legs so you’re back on top of him. He pulls your chin down, opening your mouth to see his cum pooling on your tongue.

With a smile of satisfaction, he pushes your mouth closed. “Swallow,”

You obey his order, swallowing his slightly salty cum. He runs his thumb over your lips, pulling your mouth back open to make sure all of his cum was swallowed. When he saw it was, he pulled you off him and into his side.

Resting your head on his shoulder, your hand traces his defined abs. “My parents got a divorce,” he says randomly. You look at him, your brows furrowed in question.

“You wanna stay with me for a bit?” you offer.

“Nah. Spencer and I have some plans we’ve been going over. We’re about to come into a lot of money,” he smirks at you.

You smile thinking it was something good.

It wasn't.

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YOUNG LOVE.

evan peters x model!yn

warnings: mentions of the show “dahmer”??, age gap

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evanupdates “ The funny thing is, when I was offered the part to play Dahmer, I seriously considered turning it down. You know, I didn't think I could measure up. Yes, I had done something similar in American Horror Story, but trying to tell an event as horrific as Dahmer's life and what he did to his victims in such an explicit and realistic way? I really thought I wasn't up to the task. I told my girlfriend that I had been offered a big role and that I was thinking about whether or not to turn it down. She asked me what it was about and well, I told her what the series was about a bit. Then she looked me straight in the eye and simply said, "You have to accept this role."

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Yes, I really think I couldn't have done it without the support I got from the whole team and especially from my girlfriend. You know, she would sit with me every afternoon and we'd spend hours and hours watching documentaries and Dahmer movies, reading police reports, newspapers from the time, whatever. The support I had from her was truly something I will always be grateful for. ”

- Evan talking about the process of accepting his character in the new netflix publicity interview.

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username y/n is the most supportive girlfriend

evanfan2 i love that he’s getting the recognition he deserves, i hope he wins an emmy for his excellent performance

username imagine calling y/n l/n your girlfriend

ynfan evan please come back to ig 😭

username girl literally evan's instagram seemed like a y/n fan account 😭😭😭

evanfan he looks so dilf 😭 @ yourinstagram make our dreams come true

username i love him so so much please 🥲

username i can't express in words how attracted i am to this man.

ahsfan what did i miss? 😭 last time i checked evan was dating emma

ynfan6 girl they broke up in 2015 😭😭😭 you missed a lot

username @ ynfan6 but y/n and evan weren't already dating in 2010? i'm a new fan i’m a lot confused

evanfan9 those were just rumours! y/n and evan were nothing more than close friends until 2016, where they started dating, but they always kept the relationship very private because they were heavily criticized for the age difference

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yourinstagram posing for the camera as if i just weren’t traumatized.

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username god i wish i looked this pretty being traumatized

ynfan she’s unreal

evanfan3 evan’s a lucky man tbh

honeymoon Pretty girl 💖

username did u liked the show?

yourinstagram i honestly had a really bad time watching it, especially knowing that it’s based on real events. however, i loved the effort and dedication that everyone involved in it put into it.

harryfan1 i'm sick of Harry liking all of this girl's posts 😭

yourinstagram me too

harrystyles Rude.

username @ harryfan1 girl they have been friends since 2015 ? besides, she already has a boyfriend

username she’s an icon she’s a legend and she is the moment

evanfan7 please please please convince evan to get an ig account again 😭

yourinstagram bestie i’ve been trying for 2 years

kendalljenner You look so hot ugh

arianagrande 🤍🤍

ahsfan we all know who took this photo

username i really think evan's gallery is full of silly photos of y/n😅😅 but who knows maybe he hides his photography skills

ynfan5 the most beautiful woman in the world for a reason

evanscult00 i'm literally in love with herrr evan be careful because you and i aren’t friends

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ynupdates CUTIES 🥹! Y/N and her boyfriend, Evan Peters, in a pub tonight in Paris.

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evanfan no bc this is like the first pic we have of evan IN MONTHS i'm not complaining anyway i love this couple so much

username they both look so happy and comfortable

ynfan1 i want what they have

evanfan2 please they’re such dilf and milf material

username stylish girlfriend 🤝 “i don't care what to wear” boyfriend

evanfan7 will she know all the people who want to be her right now?

evandyn evan said that he was very insecure with girls and that he needed them to be patient with him 😭😭😭 seeing how happy he is with y/n makes me sensitive

ahsfan5 they were written by taylor swift i don’t make the rules

username THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER??? i'm playing lover in my head

ahsfan5 YES YES they also give many cigarettes after sex vibes

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ynthrowbacks Evan Peters, Y/N’s boyfriend, 10 years ago today.

username she looks so fetus

evanfan1 I love them so much and I really hope to have a relationship as pure as theirs one day

ynfan7 ok but can we talk about the fact that they are 9 years apart?

username !! it always seemed very strange to me, especially because evan doesn't even look like he's 35, but they started dating when y/n was already of legal age, so i guess that’s fine

ynfan9 y/n was 14 years old in that photo and evan 23...

evanfan5 not the new fans being shocked by this 💀💀💀💀 evan has always been heavily criticized for this for all these years even though they were just friends until 2016. they both went through hell with your public opinion until a couple of years ago and now you guys want to bring it back 😅

ynfan4 @ evanfan5 THIS further treating y/n as a little girl when she is now 26 and a fully capable adult

username love this y/n era

evanfan9 THE PIZZA me trying to cook aesthetically

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yourinstagram you kiss my face and we're both drunk. everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about us

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taylorswift13 💜💜💜

taylorfan1 SPEAK NOW TV????

username she just said that she doesn't give a shit about what you guys talk about her relationship.

ynfan1 swiftie era

yourinstagram wdym im a swiftie since i was born

username why is he kissing her belly?? 👀

evanfan7 here we go again

ynfan2 THE LAST PIC BROOQJDHAKD

username favorite midnights song go

yourinstagram maroon

ynfan9 the publication did not come out more than 10 minutes ago and i have already seen a couple of articles saying that y/n is pregnant like 💀💀💀💀

ahsfan5 I SAID IT I SAID THEY WERE WRITTEN BY TAYLOR

ahsfan7 they’re so cute like 😿😿🥹🥹

username I firmly believe that they are the love of each other's lives

ahsfan IT COUPLEEE

evanfan9O i wonder if y/n will show evan all the goofy edits she sees of him on tiktok

username omg im so embarrassed

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☆ Kiss With A Fist | Warren Lipka. 00

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ✧ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ;; ⑰+ ✧

✧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ..⃗. swearing, mention of smoking pot.

✧𝐚/𝐧 ..⃗. THE FIRST CHAPTER!!! YAYY!! i'm so hyped for this series you guys have no idea.

✧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ..⃗. Ho Hey, The Lumineers.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ..⃗. @bibbyfreak @floribusetumbra @diaryofawimpyqueen tagging the people who were hyped for it! :D

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ..⃗. 1,5k

✧ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ..⃗. 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✧

October 16th, 2006.

you sighed, dropping your pen down once you finished writing the last sentence. you nerfed this exam. hardcore, no doubt in the world. you leaned back in your seat, stretching your arms as you thought about how livid your dad was gonna be. your eyes glanced at the clock by the door, 12:27. you had a few minutes left and then you'd be free for the day.

though, as your eyes drifted past the door, an all too familiar mess of curly brown hair walked past the other side of the door. please, please no. you silently begged. the bell rang, indicating that you could leave. the professor was picking up people's paperwork and sorting it at his desk.

you got up hesitantly, grabbing your book and pen and made your way out of the room. your whole body tense as you walked to your dorm. your lips stretched into a tight lipped smile as you pass a friend, them returning a small wave and a friendly smile. you slowed your pace as you neared the main entrance to the main building, debating if you wanted something from the snack machine. you shrugged, why not as you dug in your pocket for your wallet as you approached the machine.

all your hopes were crush however, when his shoulder thudded against the machine as he took place next to you. "hey doll, what're you getting?" he spoke so casually, as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you. you ignored him, well you tried as you thought of what you waned to get. "come on baby speak to me." he spoke with a slightly whiny tone.

you turned to him finally, licking your teeth as you feel like you're about to explode. "don't you 'hey doll' me Warren. i just fucked one of my most important exams because you," you jab his chest. "decided to ditch me at a party you knew damn fucking well was more than an hour walk away from campus because you wanted to get high more than you wanted to keep your promise of dropping me off at my dorm. so no Warren," you spat. "i will not be talking to you."

you turned from him, walking out the door and down the front steps of the building. "Morgan, wait!" he called after you, desperately pushing the door open as he jogged after you. "i've told you i'm sorry, Eve baby you can't hold this against me forever." he begged. you kept walking, stepping up the stairs and pushing through the doors of the dorm building. "please talk to me again doll, it's been miserable these past three days without you." he pleaded, following you up the flights of stairs.

at the top of your last flight of stairs you turn to him. "i don't care how miserable it's been Warren. you know how much that exam meant and you know how my dad gets when the score poorly. i don't care how many voicemails you've left me over the past three days, i don't care that you've said you're sorry so many times." you stepped up the last step, pushing through the door to the stuffy hallway. you dug out your keys from your pocket, getting ready to unlock your door. but Warren stepped in front of it.

"Morgan, please let me make it up to you. anything, i'll do anything." he begged. you pushed him aside, jamming your keys into the lock. "leave me be, that's what you can do." you finalised as you turned the keys. you opened the door and entered, quickly locking the door again. leaving Warren to sulk around on the other side of it.

.☆☆☆.☆☆☆.

you hummed along to Ho Hey playing on your small radio as you were finishing up an essay that was due before midnight. your alarm clock made you breathe out in relief as it was only 9:46PM. a soft knock made you look up from your laptop. you sighed, saving the document before getting up from your laying position on your stomach.

"Warren, this isn't what i meant by leaving me be." you sighed, though your voice wasn't as harsh as it was this afternoon. it was much gentler, acting as a tired reminder to him. you unlocked the door, leaving it open on a crack, filling the space with your body. "what do you want?" you asked impatiently. Warren's eyes were lost at his feet. he stayed quiet, fiddling with something in his hands. as you moved to close the door he suddenly jumped into action.

"i brought you some skittles-!" he rushed, holding out the packet with a nervous smile. you furrowed your brows. he came all this way, for that? "err, thanks?" you spoke drily as you took the packet from his hand. "i uh, took out all the purple ones.." he trailed off, quickly looking away again and awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. you looked into the packet, no purple to be seen. a small smile made it's way onto your lips. Warren's posture seemed to ease up at the sight of the smile.

"i've got to get back to my essay." you spoke, breaking the silence. Warren nodded. "you should too probably." you raised your brows to emphasise. he had a tendency to forget essays. he nodded again, staying quiet. you moved to close the door. "i'll send you a small part of mine to get you started." you quietly added. Warren's face light up. "goodnight Warren." you nodded to him as you closed the door, locking it again.

much against your will, a smile stretched across your lips as you popped a skittle between your lips. the small smile seemed to remain throughout editing your essay, only leaving your face as you fell asleep.

ps; i don't actually hate the purple skittles, i just thought it was a cute thing to add that she hates them, and Warren always takes them out for her.

[berlanee]

this guy owns me I'm not even kidding at this point

[sirfrogsworth]

Wholesome acceptable rat kissing. 

[berlanee]

Hello peeopleeee! How's corona life going? It's still fucked up so we shouldn't even talk about it but anyways..I'm here with a new imagine for aron and I really like the idea of it (I stole it from a tv show but wtvr) hope you guys like it as well. For my last imagine I got like over 20 likes that might be not enough but it's still something very important for me :) hope I get the same reaction for this one as well ✌ stay in peace.

Today was definetely a remarkable day considering it was Arón's 23rd birthday bash, and knowing him and his love for partying you knew it was going to be a hell of a night.

Obviously you were right because everybody had gathered around 8pm and it was 2am right now, throughout all the 6 hours all you guys ever did was drink and dance like the world was coming to an end.

As the club was starting to become less crowded the voices around you was beginning to echo and it was already getting in your head, thankfully the rest of the group decided they were tired enough to get the fuck out of this place and leave.

"Chico!" Miguel yelled. Pulling Arón into an hug.

"Now that your 23 we should check out the plane thing, don't you think?" He said with a cheeky smile. Sometimes they can be really disgusting you thought.

"I thought I had to be 24?" Arón asked sarcastically.

"You need another year to grow some things into size?"

"Fuck off"

With that everybody just broke into a laughter, being drunk and surrounded by these lot was definetely something wild. They really knew how to have fun and make others have fun.

💫

You and Arón were walking down the street where your car was parked, he was a little bit more drunk than you were so you insisted that you will drop him off and make sure he doesn't get himself into something.

The rest of the group aparted and left to a different direction where their cars were located. So it was just you and Arón alone. You were meaning to give him something since the beginning of the night but you never really had the moment with him. As you were drowning down in your thoughts Arón pulled you back.

"Hey can we sit down for a minute? I think I'm spinning" he said.

"Yeah sure" you said immediately. Sitting down with him on the stone steps you guys were walking down to the car park.

"I feel like I am pregnant with beer right now" he said while laughing and leaning back on to the stairs.

"You should pee. It might make you feel less pregnant"

"Yeah? It'll give me more time before I hit the final month right?"

"Okay enough with the pregnancy jokes" you said while grinning.

"By the way, I couldn't really say this back in the club because it was very loud and crowded and I couldn't catch a moment with you but...happy birthday" you said continuing.

"Thank you" he said while smiling warmly looking directly into your eyes. This was intimidating. You could feel the heat in you face rising.

There was something special between you two that you were never really able to give a label to it because you weren't sure what to call it. But it was distinctive. You didn't have this type of feeling in your stomach when you were with the other boys.

"Actually..Danna told me that you got me something very special for my birthday but I havent received anything yet" he said breaking through the last topic.

"Fucking Danna"

"What? She was being nice and informing me about the specialty of it" he said while ducking his lips like he always does with them. 

"So can I have my present please?"

"Okay then.." You said and opened your handbag and grabbed the already wrapped object. It wasn't very big so you placed it in your bag but debated of you should give it to him. It wasn't a very common birthday present.

You handed him the present and attached your hand and stared fiddling with them while he was observing the wrapping and probably trying to figure out what it was.

"My present is probably the most outsider out of all the other ones you got tonight and probably the most simplest"

He was starting to peel of the wrapping and was almost done unpackaging.

"I thought about this for a while and was left with blank ideas because I didn't really know what to get a man who owns everything in the world so..." You said with a quite voice until he once again distrubted you.

"So you got me the world?" He said finishing your word.

He pulled out the world lampside and held it. It looked so simple yet fascinating, the light inside the lamp was automatic so it immeadialty lit up with the touch of his fingers. He looked mesmerized.

"Do you like it?" You asked hoping he did.

"Wow, uhmm I wasn't expecting this" he said while still observing the world in his hand.

"I actually thought it was quite weird considering how the others brought like super expensive stuff and here is me gifting you the world" your voice volume came down as you finished your sentence.

"I didn't want to give you something you already had or something that was just pleasing to the eye, I wanted to give you the world so you can put anything you want inside it..not others deciding what you should have or put into your world"

He looked up, and placed his eyes right on mine. There was spark in his eyes like it was glowing. Once again you realised that he had ravishing eyes.

"This is probably the most meaningful and worthy thing I've received in my life...you are very fascinating because you think this isn't enough but this is luminous and more than just a birthday gift"

"I'm really happy that you like it"

"How could I not? You literally just gave me the world into my hands"

With that you both became quite and just stated into each other. Maybe this is the right moment you should finally have a catch at? It's not always this intense and gleaming around the you two this was a first, you never get to be alone with each other with your minds also being empty and less heavy with thoughts ruining the atmosphere.

He leaned in and left his lips on yours. Finally it was happening, this might sound weird but you imagined about this since they day you met because there was something magnetic about him that pulled you to him.

It was a couple of seconds of feeling his warth on your lips, the weather was breezy so you felt that warmth radiating through your whole body, it was intriguing. As your lips deattached from one other you felt the wind sprinting through the gap between your chin.

"I think your right, I should be the one to put the important things in my world not others deciding it for me" he said without catching a breath.

"Will you come into my world then?"

"I'm not going to be guest in your world am I?"

He clicked his tounge indicating that it was a no.

"You might become it"

"Then you'll have to come into mine, I don't like being selfish. If i get a world then I give a world"

"Bienvenidos cariño"

"Bienvenidas amor"

[berlanee]

Okay I'm still currently writing the imagine....😂 but the plot is going to be all about this marvelous gif..

[berlanee]

Right now I'm writing a new aron imagine idk when I'll finish it but I really liked the idea so I'm gonna try and put more effort into it 🤳

[puthy]