PLSSSSSS Part 2 Of The Road Head Headcanons I Need It It Was Sooo Good

PLSSSSSS part 2 of the road head headcanons i need it it was sooo good😭😭😭😭😭

Roadhead pt. 2

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How the Evans would ask/react to Roadhead pt 2!

Kai Anderson:

How he asks: He doesn't. He kinda just pulls his dick out and you know what to do.

How he reacts: Very nonchalant, he drives like normal and even finds a way to stimulate you, and just doesn't care about getting caught. In the end, it's you and him against the world and fear. He just could care less.

James March:

How he asks: I'm sorry but it's the 20's? He doesn't partake in this activity. Maybe hides out in an alley once or twice and then you offer but yeah. So...

How he reacts to alley sex: He's very cautious, makes sure to not get caught. He lets out occasional grunt and groans and might push you down more. But once again, it's the 20's he believes this is a bedroom only act.

Alex (Adult World):

How he asks: He's very polite about it if I'm honest. "Hey babe, I need your help right now..." He'd stop at the redlight before looking down at his boner making you smirk at him slightly. "Want me to give you head?" He'd probably say yes or if you want tbh. You'd unbuckle your seatbelt and start giving him the best head he's ever had.

How he reacts: He has to pull over. He can't help but shut his eyes r throw his head back, so he pulls over.

Peter:

How he asks: He doesn't ask. He's too scared, so i think you'd find his search history and that'd pop up so you'd offer one day, he also doesn't drive but he did just for this.

How he reacts: He panics. he doesnt know if he should moan close his eyes or what? so he pulls over.

sorry this is ass. im not feeling too much like myself atm

I cried

Forgive Me

Kit Walker

Warnings: Briarcliff punishments, blood, typical Asylum stuff, near death

a/n: not proofread, but this was fun to write I hope you like it anon!!

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You and Kit had an obvious relationship, whether it was romantic or not no one knew for sure. But the two of you were always together, going everything with the other, looking out for each other — it wasn’t that hard to tell. And so when Kit made the mistake of stealing the alcohol from Dr. Arden’s office that he saw one time while being his medical rat, Sister Jude had no hesitation in deciding his perfect punishment in which Dr. Arden himself suggested.

Kit was in his cell as were you in yours across from him. Guards had taken you both, ordered by Jude herself. Kit knew he was in for it, but he didn’t understand why they had brought you as well. It angered him, to say the least. He was banging on the door, yelling for someone to answer him.

“Kit..” you sighed. You weren’t sure either. Neither of you would’ve guessed they’d use you against the other. You knew the others caught on to your fancying of each other but what Jude and Arden had in store for you never would’ve crossed your mind. “Kit you’re only going to anger them more. Calm down.” You pleaded with him, looking through the bars of your window on the cell door just barely able to see Kit who was now gripping the bars on his.

“Hey, listen to me ova here!” He yelled at one of the guards that walked past, catching his attention and backtracking his steps to the front of Kits closed door. Surprised that someone finally acknowledged him, Kit was at a loss for words for a moment.

“What do you want?” The guard spat at him, Kits face furrowing in anger again.

“Why did ya bring her back with me? She had nothing to do with my mistake!” Kit yelled, but was only met with a snicker. You watched silently out the window, also curious but knowing better than to make a scene like Kit. You wanted him to stop. Surely they brought you back thinking you shared with him when the truth is you had no idea he even stole it. Kit never told you of his wrongdoings. You did your best to stay on the low in this place and Kit respected that. You wouldn’t even take the bread he’d stole for the both of you, knowing better than to even share with the possibility of being caught. Sister Mary Eunice even called you the angel patient and you wanted to live up to the name in hopes of getting out one day.

Kit on the other hand stole and disobeyed rules often. He always would state that he could take the beating, that it never bothered him. Even when you would tend to his obvious deep wounds and when he could barely move from pain. It never changed his mind and when he was well he was right back to his cleverness. You worried deeply about his well-being, and that one day they’d take it too far or that they would finally have had enough and put and end to his life for their own enjoyment. You’d always plead with him, which led to the agreement that he’d not tell or involve you in his schemes and you’d never ask. It worked well for you both.

But this time, it was Arden’s belongings and considering it was alcohol and this place was supposed to a no alcohol ground in the name of God, it was Arden that was angry. And considering he wanted to take Kit and use him for his own experiments and Jude wouldn’t stand for it, the next best thing he could think of to really hit Kit where it hurt, was by using you against him.

“You’re a stupid one, know that? Everyone in this place knows exactly what’s going to happen. Think about it, Walker. Where would Jude be able to hit you where it hurt the most?” You listened quietly and since you couldn’t see the man’s face you focused on Kits that turned from confusion to shock and realization, his eyes flickering to you as he stood wide eyed. Your eyebrows shoot up as you were still confused but he understood. You shook your head and mouthed a ‘what’ to him, quickly taking a step back from the door when the guard turned to face you now. “She’s pretty. We all see why you’re into her. May be unrecognizable after today.” He snickered once again, patting your cell door as we walked past it and left.

His words stuck with you. What did he mean? What was going on? You quickly went to your window and looked out at Kit who was practically staring off into space deep in thought. “Kit? What is it? What was he talking about?”

His eyes didn’t meet yours.

“Kit please, what?” You begged, your heart thumping so loudly it surely everyone on the floor could hear it.

“It’s you.” He stated, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Finally, he looked at you. Your eyes pleading for further answers. “You’re how they’re gonna punish me.”

And finally it hit you. A gasp left from your mouth and you held onto the bar tighter to prevent yourself from stumbling. The guards words made sense now. Of course they would use you against Kit. He’s been punished so much and nothing has ever stopped him. They knew by punishing you physically it would punish him mentally. They believe doing so would keep him in his place. They were so fucking smart, it drove you mad.

“Oh God, Kit..” you shook your head desperately. “I’ve never taken a beating here! I’ve been so good!” Tears formed in your eyes as the fear consumed you. You understood their intentions but how could they do this to you? You were an Angel. It’s not fair.

“I’m so sorry” you barely heard Kits voice through your racing mind, but you managed to look at him and allow yourself to calm down as much as you could. You were visibly crying, but you could tell how much despair Kit felt. “I should’ve neva stole from Arden. This has to be his doings. I embarrassed him.” Kit ran his hand through his dark hair as he contemplated ways of stopping it. He knew he could take the beatings, that’s why he never stopped breaking the rules. But you? You were fragile. You were a woman, for godsake. “I’ll figure something out y/n I swear I’ll get you outta this. They won’t lay a hand on you.” He now looked you in the eyes, you could see how troubled he was at this moment in time, how desperate he was for any way to fix this. It hurt your heart. You knew this would eat him alive.

“No.” You finally spoke and he looked at you in confusion once again.

“What do you mean n-“

“I mean no. You won’t figure this out because if you try they will only use it against you.” You took a deep shaky breath before continuing. “We have to let it happen.” You nodded and Kit looked at you like he’d just seen you swallow a man.

“Are you crazy?”

“Think about it, if we walk in there with strong faces and we deal with what’s to come — they won’t break us. Maybe it’ll intimidate them. Kit we can’t let them break us. We have to let them do this.” You nodded. It made your stomach ache and your head throb at knowing you were about to take in the worst beating of your life, but you weren’t going to let them win. You weren’t going to let them break Kit’s spirit. “And afterwards, we will go in as if nothing happened. Kit look at me.” You begged him when you realized he was looking anywhere but. It took a moment but finally his eyes met yours again and you gave him as reassuring smile as you could. “It’s okay. I’ll be alright. You have to promise not to do anything stupid. Please?” The small plead came out in a whisper and you could tell Kit wanted to object, but he held himself together and after some time, he finally nodded.

The next hour was full of tension. You did your best to direct conversation anywhere but on what was to come, to no real avail. Kits head was spinning at the thought of his mistake being taken out on you. That you were going to feel the wrath and not him. He was already so angry at himself and it hadn’t even happened yet. You could see it in his face and all you could do was try to make him understand that you would never blame him or be angry with him. You spoke of what the two of you should do next week, so he’d understand that there would still be a next week with you by his side. This wasn’t the end of you and Kit like Kit believed it would be. But without being able to physically touch him, hug him and reassure him, your words had no real effect on him. You also spent the hour preparing yourself. How you would stand strong and fearless in the eyes of your superiors here. It wasn’t going to be easy, but you were going to try.

Next you knew, your cells were being opened and you were both being dragged out and down the halls. Kit couldn’t control himself as he yelled and cursed at everyone he could trying so hard to stop it but again, to no avail. You were brought into Arden’s office, a change from Kit’s previous punishments. You all the while stayed as silent as you could and kept your head high only looking at Kit with pleading eyes when you could.

“What is this? Why’re we here and not your office?” Kit questioned Jude when she and Arden stepped into view, standing in front of you both. They only wore a smile.

“Decided we should try something new. You’re no stranger to breaking rules, Kit.” Jude started, walking closer to you. “I truly hope this will bring your awful behavior to an end.”

You kept your eyes on Kit, avoiding Jude’s face. You were scared it would crush you and you wanted to take it like a woman.

“You will watch as y/n is punished for your mistakes, and you will sit and think about it. You will not be able to forget the pain you caused her and will, hopefully, think about it before stealing another item from anyone.”

“You’re a monster.” You spat at Jude, only to feel a sudden stinging of your cheek from a harsh slap by Jude herself. Kit attempted to launch himself at Jude, but was held in place by the guard still standing behind you both.

You looked back at her and her eyes were cold while piercing into you. “Let’s not make this harder than it has to be, yeah?” She whispered out, turning to face Arden a second after. You regained your position, your breath shaky and avoided looking at Kit.

“Go on then. Get it over with.” Jude didn’t even acknowledge your words, only taking the whip from Arden who stood back, a smirk placed on his lips. If only you could tear his lips from his face, you thought.

“This is a special whip of mine,” Jude smiled turning back to face you and bringing it closer. Once in view, you were able to see the thorn-like material. It wouldn’t only slap into your skin, it would pierce it. “I don’t use it often, but I feel it… appropriate… for this punishment.” Your lip quivered at her words and the thoughts but you quickly but into your inner cheek to advert your mind.

“Oh come on!” Kit cried out. He wanted to do more but he was so limited. It was physically hurting him that he couldn’t save you. “Y’can’t go easy on her at all? She didn’t do anything!”

“No! I can’t!” Jude approached him quickly, angrily. “This is on you! Do you think I enjoy hurting the innocent? I do not! You have only yourself to thank for this.” She was so close to his face, her small figure nothing to his but holding all the power. “Strip her.” She demanded next; the guards immediately coming to you and ridding you of your suit. You attempted fighting it, but you were no match to the two men.

You now stood bare, only your undergarments on. Though it wasn’t important, you quickly grew insecure of being exposed like this to Kit.

“Move to the desk, place your hands on it and bend yourself forward.” Jude demanded with ease, her words flowing smoothly. It’s what she had everyone do for punishment. You stood for a moment, glancing over to Kit once more before he would be out of your view, then following her demands. Your legs felt like jello as you took the stance, feeling as if they’d give out at any second but doing your best to keep yourself up.

You couldn’t see Jude anymore, the only human in your view Dr. Arden who watched happily.

“25 hits, and this will be over.” Jude reassured like it would make it any better.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you sucked in a breath as you readied yourself for the first smack. Kit began pleading more and you almost looked back at him when you felt the first strike of the thorned leather strip pierce your back, letting out a loud gasp. The pain was indescribable. You were jolted forward by the force and an attempt to push yourself farther between you and Jude. You even felt as she pulled the whip back, the thorn pieces pulling from the skin they were imbedded in. You tried to catch your breath, your ears ringing and muffling the sound of Kit’s pleas, but immediately another strike followed and you jolted forward again gripping the desk now as you cried out. The second strike caused you so much more pain than the first.

“Turn away Kit! Close your eyes, please don’t watch this” you cried out to him before another strike made you cry out in pain.

You quickly zoned into the feeling of a trickle down your back and into your thighs. You were already bleeding.

Strike

Strike

Strike

Jude didn’t ease up or slow down, maintaining a perfect rhythm of whips on you. You couldn’t control the cries that escaped your mouth, your knees buckling and bringing you to the floor only for guards to grab you and hike you back up and hold you in place. Each strike causing your mind to go numb, likely in an attempt to block out the trauma happening to your body.

“Stop it! Ya have to stop! She can’t take anymore! Please, m’sorry for what I did! Just stop!” Kit cried out, fighting against the guard holding him as hard as he could. He watched as your back was tore up more and more, pouring blood from each wound. You couldn’t even hold your head up anymore and by the 22nd strike, you were barely conscious and the only thing keeping you upright were the men holding you. “Look at her, Jude! You’re gonna kill her!”

Kit’s words were squeaking, all the previous yelling finally causing his voice to grow hoarse and nearly gone. It didn’t stop him from trying though.

Jude looked at him, then at the bloodied mess of your back. Your blood had spit at her with every con thing strike she’d made, landing on her face and in her clothing. She only stood thinking for a moment before looking at Arden who gave her a nod. She knew Kit was right, you were already losing to much blood. But, she said what she said. She had to continue.

“We’re in Dr. Arden’s office for a reason.” Jude said slowly, Kit’s eyes nearly popping from his head when he realized she was going to continue. And so she did. “Forgive me, father.”

“No! Don’t do it, please!”

She ignored him and raised her whip above her head and lowered it hard onto your skin again. You felt the stinging and the pain, but you didn’t have the energy anymore. The last 2 we’re quick, next thing you knew you were laying face down in a bed.

Your head lifted the best it could with the little energy you had, wincing at the pain that coursed through your backside from using your back muscles. There was a machine next you, following the long tube finding it connected to an IV that was in your arm. You realized the red liquid was blood that was being transfused into you. Your cloudy mind fell back into the previous instance and remembering what had happened. You don’t remember it ending, you don’t remember being brought here. You just remember the horrible pain you felt.

“Hey, suga…” you turned your head the other way hearing a light voice next to you, almost scaring you before your eyes landed on Kits. They were swollen and bloodshot from crying, and they looked at you with so much pain and sorrow. Though yours lit right up at seeing him, a smile forming on your lips.

“Kit..” you sighed, feeling your body relax in his presence. You lifted your arm and extended your hand to him which he took instantly and held tightly, placing soft kisses on it. Your eyes closed at the warmth radiating from him and the softness of his lips in your hand.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Is there any way ya could forgive me?” You opened your eyes to meet his pleading one’s and only narrowed your eyebrows at his words. You squeezed his hand that was holding yours and attempted to pull him closer. Getting the message, he moved himself so he was as close as he could be, his forward pressing against your cheek while his other hand entangled itself gently into your hair.

“I told you this wasn’t going to break us.” You whispered, feeling his hold around you tighten and hearing the breaking of his voice when he spoke.

“Ya nearly died back there. I don’t know what I woulda done y/n. I thought I might die right there..” he sobbed into you while you just gave him occasional squeezes of your hand on his for reassurance and to let him know it’s okay.

You let him just cry to you for awhile. He needed to get it out. This was exactly what Jude was hoping for and it’s what she got. But you weren’t going to let it break you. You said what you said for a reason and you were going to stand by it.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here.” You soothed him, him lifting his head and moving it so it was resting level with yours. You retrieved your hand and wiped away the tears you could then letting it rest on the side of his face. “I’m right here.”

He sniffled again then moved himself closer to you slowly awaiting your approval which you gave, before closing the space between the two of you. His lips were so gentle against yours, so scared he might break you. It wasn’t the first time you shared a kiss, but this one was different. It was full of fear, fear that you were going to die, fear that he was going to lose you from death itself or from the hatred he was sure you’d feel after. But you were alive and there was not a bone in your body that could hate this man. No, you loved him. You loved him more than your life. And he loved you more than his, and it was felt within this kiss.

“I promise I’ll never let them lay a hand on you again. M’gonna get us outta this place, I promise ya, okay?” Kit moved some of your hair from your face behind your ear and you only smiled up at him. You knew better than to let him promise you the first, these people in this place were inhumane and they would do what they wanted and there was not anything Kit could do. But his second promise, that one you believed. There was something in the way Kit looked at you that made you believe him.

“And we will run away together?” You finally spoke in a squeak, a happy smile on your lips now at the beautiful thiught. He sighed out with a wide smile himself and nodded quickly.

“There’s nothing else I’d rather do.”

deep thoughts 1

i'm thankful the only two ppl ik irl that follow me are my bestfriend and my wife XD

I just needed a place to let thisout and see if people could relate? you can skip this I might mention s/h sorry.

I don't know, am i the only one who feels down and out? Drained even. but because it's the new year why am I sad? Why do I wanna throw away those 2 months of being clean over nothing? Life does everyone else also feel like crying and even dying rn? Or am I just losing my mind?

Here's the masterlist so you can navigate through my blog. Remember requests are open! Heres my face reveal as well

Tate Langdon:

Mommy's Milk (smut)

Under the Table (Smut)

Accidents Happen (Smut)

Please? (Smut)

Follow Directions (Smut)

Peter Maximoff:

Human Vibrator (Smut)

Kit walker:

Daddy's Makeup (fluff)

50 Shades of the Walkers (smut?) 1, 2

Red (Smut)

Kai Anderson:

His Mask (smut)

Dangerously In love: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Top (Smut)

"Stfu." (Smut)

Virgin 1, 2 ft James (smut)

Get on your knees. 1, 2, 3 (Smut)

Equal Power 1, 2, 3

Cover Up (smut)

James March:

Virgin 1, 2 ft Kai (smut)

Secrets (Fluff)

Colin Zabel:

Nothing yet.

Jimmy Darling:

Ain'cha (smut)

Shuri (Black Panther):

✂️✂️(smut)

Evan Peters:

Evan Peters with a filipino partner (fluff)

His Birthday (smut)

Lady Gaga:

Costume

Cooper Day:

Boy in the Halls 1, 2, 3

Luke Cooper:

Nothing yet.

The Evans:

Roadhead 1, 2 (Smut?)

New Years Kiss

Evans fav songs

How the Evan Masturbate (Smut?)

Alex Adult World:

Nothing yet.

GxG Smut "Can't Sleep"

YALL IM FEELING OVERLY CONFIDENT IN MY SEXUALITY RN AND ITS 1 AM I HAVE SCHOOL TMR BUT I HAD THIS SCENARIO PICTURE WHOEVER TF YOU WANT, I managed to imagine both Sarah Paulson and Lady Gaga during different moments. (Don't ask.)

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CW: WLW cs im gay, cursing cs im popeye the sailor, overly detailed because im hyper, scissoring and tribbing, dirty talk, titty worship cs its women, no men, purely porn with no plot, MAKING LOVE, ITS SEX!

Rolling around against the soft sheets that wrapped around my half nude body as I practically whimpered at the things my girlfriend did to me in my dream, only to be woken up by my actual girlfriend. "Baby, are you okay? You're all sweaty and whiney..." I looked at her squinting to read her expression in the dark room, before leaning over to cut the light on. "What?" She laughed softy before pulling me into her chest, I felt the side of my sweaty face being pressed against her pillowy boobs, I felt like I was in heaven. "What were you dreaming about pretty girl?" I looked up at her and smiled bashfully before pushing her down onto the bed and sitting on top of her each of my thighs on the side of her waist. "Just how good it feels when you eat me out." She looked up at me and smiled before bringing her hands to my thighs and then my waist. "Oh yeah?" I leaned down close to her lips barely letting them touch before mumbling a soft "Yeah." into her lips as I kissed her. I slid my hips down so my pussy was in line with hers. I slid my hand down in between us and slipped it into her panties, tracing figure eights along her clit feeling as her body stutters against mine. "You like that?" I pull back from this kiss still moving my fingers before using my free hand to push her hair out of her face. "Alot." I smiled once more now removing my finger and pulling down her panties and mine. "As much as I'd love to recreate my dream I can't. Cause damn, I really fucking need you." I pushed her legs up to fold her knees in reach with her still covered breast whilst I undid my bra and then laid myself at the perfect angle to where her clit was lined perfectly with mine. I gave a gentle testing grind to make sure that whilst stimulating myself I could stimulate her, her somewhat loud moan being everything I need to tell me that I was doing right. But before I could start, I had to remove her bra, I reveled in the sight of her boobs, bare or not. I placed a hand on her boob before grinding with a bit more force now, the pleasure striking from my core all the way down to the tip of my toes. I sped up the little pushes feeling her body quiver in pleasure undermine while her moans grew in volume and intensity. "Shh baby, we wouldn't want the neighbors to hear now, would we? Let 'em hear how good I fuck you in the middle of the night?" She shook her head no, and I leaned down to kiss her, swallowing every moan she sent my way and pushing my hips against hers even harsher before moving my finger to massage her scalp through her tangled hair that flung around her head and clung to her sweaty face. I pulled back feeling myself getting close knowing she finishes before me she must be holding it, I pushed with more force feeling my arousal pool out and mix with her that had also started pouring out of her hole. "You're so needy for me princess." Her moans got louder, I could feel her body shake as she reached her highly anticipated orgasm following in her footsteps, I reached mine, moaning her name out in pure ecstasy. "I have a feeling we're going to sleep well tonight.

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.”