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mrs-march-ahs · 2 years
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how would the evans react to a giggly and affectionate drunk!reader?
The Evans with a Drunk Reader
Drunk! Evans link :)
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not just descriptions but i tried to think of some specific nice scenarios :) (no austin today but everybody else) enjoy !
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Tate -Loves it because he needs attention and affection -You come home from a party drunk as hell and try to get yourself into bed -Tate sets out pjamas for you, helps you go brush your teeth, and lays you down in bed on your side -If you’re overly giddy and excited he’ll try and calm you down -He’ll lay you down in bed and wipe your makeup off for you, shushing you to sleep -It probably doesn’t work and you stay giggly, but Tate keeps trying - “Hey now-”, Tate says softly squatting by your bed. - “You’re an all star!”, you laugh and sing. - “Shhh”, Tate tries to coo, not being able to hide his smile
Kit -Kit loves seeing you drunk -Kit used to put the clock backs on New Years Eve so that the kids could go to bed at a reasonable time, but now he just lets them stay up with you -He lets them have a little champagne and celebrate, but that’s if they even stay awake long enough -He’s a Cool Dad so he lets them go to bed without brushing their teeth on New Years, so he carries them straight to bed at 00:02 -But when they’re tucked in bed with a glistening kiss on their forehead, you and Kit stay up -You drink a lot of champagne - “Gimme anuder kiss”, you say, pulling Kit’s face into yours, smushing his cheeks -You kiss him on his pouty squished lips and gasp, “You’re too cute!”, you smush his face -Kit laughs, “Okay, I think you’ve had enough to drink doll” - “Mmm who says?” - “I do”, Kit says with authority and picks up the bottle of champagne - “Hey!”, you whine, trying to pull it from him, but before you know it, he walks over to the kitchen and puts the bottle on top of the fridge - “That’s not fair, I can’t reach that”, you lay back on the sofa in a huff - “That’s the point”, he laughs softly, “We’ve drank enough”, he says, in an effort to keep you calm and peaceful - “Who says!”, you ask again. “I do”, he repeats. “Kit, your husband, you know me?” -“And you who made you man of the house hm?”, you sit up and cross your arms across your chest -Kit laughs, and bends over. He picks you up and throws you over one shoulder - “Oooooooooooo, I’m in troubleeee”, you sing -Kit slaps your butt once, sending you into a fit of giggles -Kit’s a Cool Husband, so he tucks you into bed without brushing your teeth at 01:02, and gives you a big sloppy kiss on the forehead - “Eww”, you wipe your forehead dramatically -Kit fakes a tantrum and stomps over to his side of the bed, “If you don’t want my kisses, fine”, he lays in bed on his back and crosses his arms, mocking you -This hurts your little drunk heart, so you shake the entire bed flipping yourself over to face Kit and throw yourself on top of him, “I’m sorry”, you kiss him on the cheek -He wraps his big arms around you and holds you to fall asleep on him, rubbing your back -The best way to start a New Year
Frat Kyle -Of course, you’re drunk at a frat party -Kyle has had a crush on you for a while, so he’s incredibly protective of you when you come to parties -He needs to make sure no other guys are chatting to you -But he’s not supervising you the entire night, so Kyle doesn’t realise how drunk you are until one of his frat boys points it out - “Come Kyle, Y/N is dancing on the bar!” -Kyle follows out of curiosity, and his eyes widen seeing you prancing around on top of the kitchen island, kicking red solo cups out of the way as you dance -He cuts through a wave of people to get to you -You drunkenly step on a plastic shot glass, almost falling off, but Kyle picks you up by your legs before you can hurt yourself - “Shows over”, he declares, making some of the guys who were looking under your skirt groan -He places you on the ground carefully, feeling how sticky you are all over your body from beer and other various dried drinks -He carefully leads you to the bathroom, with his arm under yours -You look over at the serious expression on his face and how gently he leads you up the few steps on the way to the bathroom -You squint ‘seriously’ as you look at him, but he’s too busy looking at the floor to notice -You poke his cheek - “I like you” -Kyle looks up at you and smiles, before reminding himself how drunk you are -He leads you to the bathroom to freshen you up - “Thanks, I like you too”, he replies, taking a towel and wetting it - “Can I tell you a secret?”, you whisper, and keep talking before Kyle can answer. “I liiiiike you” -Kyle looks deeply into your eyes, not sure whether to trust you, or how serious you are -As you see the clogs turning behind his eyes, you give him a big grin and lean closer to his face - “But don’t tell yourself” - “Huh?” - “I said, it’s a secret! Can’t tell” -Kyle smiles, “No problem, I won’t tell Kyle”, he whispers back -You smile and kiss his cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck for balance
Franken Kyle -Kyle doesn’t really remember what alcohol is or how it works after his death, but all he knows is that sometimes when he can’t fall asleep, and he goes to look for you, you’re in the kitchen and you smell funny -When you’re drinking funny juice and smell weird then you’re extra cuddly to him -You give him lots of slobbery kisses and he loves the attention -He likes when you drink funny juice -He goes to the kitchen after his bed time one night and you’re just doing paper work in the kitchen -He comes for a cuddle with his arms wide open and walks over to you - “Ky, it’s bed time, what are you doing?” -He comes up to you and smells you - “no funny juice :(“
Jimmy -Is probably drunk with you -Sex when you’re both a little drunk is the best, because Jimmy’s already such a fun, silly, relaxed guy -Alcohol gets rid of his last inhibitions and he’s very comfortable with his body -Won’t get too into it, but dirty talk -If you’re drunk and he’s not, he likes to joke around with you -He loves to scare you and see you flinch -But only if it makes you mad -If you get upset, he knows he took it too far - “C’mere”, he says with open arms, but you push him away. “I wanna be your safety, I’m sorry”, he says. - :(
James -The most patient -He’d walk past the bar and see you laughing at one of Liz’s jokes, and come up behind you -He’d slide his hands around your waist and kiss your shoulder, unexpectedly making you jump - “My darling you are awfully jumpy- and you seem to be slurring your words quite a bit, you aren’t having a stroke are you?” - “Nooooo Jimmy, just having fun” - “Oh dear, that’s quite enough of that happy juice” -He’d lovingly guide you by the hand back to your room from the bar - “My angel, if you require head soothing medication tomorrow do let me know, I will have somebody bring it immediately” -He kind of just ignores any excessive comments of drunken foolery -He accepts kisses though -He’s not crazy -He puts you into bed and slides his hand around your back for a short while -He also loves taking off your false eyelashes when you wear them, so he does that, but probably doesn’t know to wipe any more makeup off - “Can you tell me a bed time story Jamesy?”, you yawn - “Oh my love, you are incredibly cute, but you aren’t a child” -Tears well up in your eyes - “Once upon a time, in a hotel far far away…”
Precult Kai -Very accepting of the love and affection you give him -You come over to the Anderson’s house for Winter’s birthday -You’ve had a crush on Kai for weeks, but you’ve always been to timid to do anything about it -But alcohol helps with being timid - “Kaiiii!”, you shout in a sing-song voice down the stairs of the basement. “I’m coming downnnn”, you slur your words. You carefully plonk down each step making a thud each time. -Kai’s just awkwardly watching you walk down the stairs towards him, not understanding why you came to him uninvited. But when he realises you’re drunk, he gets off the sofa to help you down the last few steps. He stands on the steps below yours and holds your hand and waist as you step down each one. -You wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him on the forehead, “mmm thank you” -He laughs quietly - “Surprise!”, you jump up, and Kai manages to scoop your legs just in time to catch you bridal style with his arm still around your waist. You kick your feet back and forth happily as he carries you to the couch and flops you down. -You burst into a fit of giggles, looking over at his open laptop - “What’s … four chan?”, you ask, making Kai slam his screen down -Kai’s not the most patient with kids, so you in this state wasn’t something he was prepared mentally to deal with - “Uh, are you okay? I mean you’re drunk, but you’re good, right?” -He just sits next to you and puts something on the television, hoping you’ll fall asleep, but instead, when you sit next to him and cuddle up to him, he freezes, losing all confidence -You put your head on his shoulder and fall asleep -He does not move -He probably texts Winter what he should do
Cult Kai -As a whole, Kai doesn’t allow drinking in the cult, he finds it a distraction -This man takes 20 Adderalls a minute to enhance his thinking, he’s not gonna use anything that ruins that -But sometimes he allows it, as a tool to celebrate a big win or accomplishment -Kai still doesn’t drink, since you can’t mix Adderall and alcohol -Even in a good mood Kai has his limits so he might let you hold his hand or sit close to him, but probably won’t allow too much PDA, especially in front of other cult members, especially especially if he didn’t prompt it but you did -Affection only happens in his control -If you wander off to the kitchen for another drink he’ll follow you and whisper some things in your ear -Dirty things, or maybe praise -Telling you how proud he is of you for whatever you did recently that he liked -He’ll also tuck you into bed at 2am latest, with a pack of ibuprofen and a glass of water on the bedside table -It sounds sweet but he just wants you back to normal the next day, no time for a hangover when you could be helping him dominate the world
Peter -Basques in the attention - “I loooove you”, you sing to Peter as he drives you home - “Really? No way”, Peter teases. - “Really! Like really really!” -He laughs at everything you do -Picks you up and throws you on the bed, wrestling you into laying down - “Wow you’re stronger than I thought”, he mumbles -So he just lays down on you - “Get off!”, you whine and poke him - “Hooo mimimimi”, he fake snores
Colin -Imagine that your friends called him because you were at a party and you were getting too drunk -So Colin drives over to your friend’s house and comes to the door, not knowing what to expect, if you were blacked out, or if he had to carry you -Instead when one of your friends opens the door, he sees you on the floor with someone trying to put your shoes on - “C’mon Y/N”, your friend wrestles, trying to get your shoes on, but you just stare at him, giggling and wriggles your feet around -Colin comes in and takes your shoe from your friend, who sighs and walks away. Colin kneels down on the ground in front of you, and when he comes into your line of vision, you open your mouth - “Colin!”, you gasp excitedly, wrapping your arms around his neck, sloppily kissing his cheek ­-Colin smiles, “I’m here to take you home” - “Nuuuuu not home”, you pout. “Yes home”, Colin laughs. “Home’s good! There’s ice cream” - “mmmm” -Colin would absolutely entertain all of the silly giggly things you would say - “Is that so? And then what happened?” -The way some parents talk to their babbling babies - “Wowie! That’s so great!” -He finds everything you affectionately say adorable and hilarious -He drives you both home, listening to you talking about the party, before you get completely silent -You’re resting on his jacket against the window, drooling and almost falling asleep - “Oh, goodnight baby”, he says softly not to startle you - “Night Coli”, you mumble -Colin drives really slow and avoids all the pot holes -So that you sleep fine :)
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evanchantingpeters · 5 months
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All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬
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jellyluvr · 9 months
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The Evans
- their fav position ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
I think spill the t already did this but it's chill 😋
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° . • Tate Langdon • * . ☆ · ° . *
Definitely a bitch for doggystyle.
Anal or vaginal, he'd totally like fuck your brains out in that position.
He'd like it so he can pull your hair and get a better grip on you. And for the view of your ass ofc 💋💋
Luvs taking it from the back. Standing up, laying down.. really doesn't matter to him. Probably cup ur tits while it too
° . • kit walker • * . ☆ · ° . *
What an angel.
Based on how sweet he is he'd probably be bottom. Let you fuck him, yknow?
If he doesn't, definitely just a generic fuck. Him on top, u on bottom. Totally kinda rough unintentionally though
° . • kyle spencer • * . ☆ · ° . *
MISSIONARY!!!
He'd love missionary mainly to see your face. Maybe a few touches on your tits but yknow it's pretty chill.
Regardless of how you react to his size the show must go on.
Too big? Comforting. Slower and kisses.
° . • Franken kyle • * . ☆ · ° . *
Any position where he can get what he wants.
He'd probably have trouble even picking.
So his favoriteS would be from the back, and missionary.
Back as in turned over while sleeping until his needy ass comes along.
If it's not him, definitely you fucking him rather than the other way around.
° . • jimmy darling • * . ☆ · ° . *
Against any surface is the way to go for him
Wall, desk.. bed... even the floor.
He'd push your cheek into it while fucking you or put his hands on the wall or surface.
Basically from the back but he has a preference for it definitely.
° . • James patrick march • * . ☆ · ° . *
Missionary. No arguments about it. Missionary!!
He's definitely kinky and teasing, so he'd bring a knife in and possibly fuck you with the handle 👀 (lmk if you want a fic abt that)
Or on a surface as well, but you facing up. He'd make it to where you could see him the whole time. If you tried to look away he'd probably slap you or turn your head and keep it there.
° . • kai anderson • * . ☆ · ° . *
Anything.
Anything to feel your pussy around him.
Missionary, or against the wall.
He'd fold you and put your knees over his shoulders most likely.
Kai'd like it so he could see his dick in you, and the cum oozing out when he was done.
He would definitely nibble on your tits while fucking you too. Like no doubt.
° . • Jeff pfister • * . ☆ · ° . *
Over something.
From the back anal or vaginal like tate.
He'd like it because he wouldn't have to see your face. As mean as it sounds, you're probably just his side chick.
If you're not, he'd fold you as well. Quite rough too.
° . • Austin Sommers • * . ☆ · ° . *
With you on top of his lap.
He'd hold you and fuck you pretty rough.
Whisper in your ear occasionally, give you no mercy on your clit. 🙈
And of course, he'd definitely cum inside. Everyone knows that.
° . • peter maximoff • * . ☆ · ° . *
Ohhh...
He's not the rough type, but also not the gentle type.
Missionary. Definitely.
He'd go to your liking, take your moans and face expression as a hint to slow down or go faster.
He'd probably kiss you a lot during it. Along your neck, face.. chest. Leave a mark on you 💕
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I probably left out a few things so I apologize if so lmfao
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wh0re43van · 6 months
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“I need him biblically,,, I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.”
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Currently rewatching asylum for the first time since it aired. Evan really put his whole evussy into this role stg 🙏🏻
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kaiscumsock · 8 months
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early 2000s evan peters <3
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mxltifxnd0m · 7 months
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i just need a dorky nerdy man with brown hair and big brown eyes to be my boyfriend PLEASE
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likablenightmare · 5 months
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I.. uh..YES. I’m down. Sorry guys.. are u mad at me?
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missuswalker · 5 months
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𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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✮ summary: after peter finishes… well, you know, he can’t stop himself from coming to see you. as if he’s not clingy enough, he can’t help but be all over you. at least he’s (trying) to sit still for once
✮ warnings: brief nsfw content, masturbation (not proofread)
✮ notes: man idk i just feel like peter is all clingy and touchy after he nuts
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peter’s mind had been on you all day, trapped on the image of your hand wrapped around his cock. of course, that wasn’t exactly the case at the moment, considering it was his own hand. as he pumped himself, he tried his best to remember that little face you make when you cum. he’d been working on this problem of his for way longer than he should have, and he was searching for anything to push him over the edge.
the more he thought about you, your pretty tits, and that hella tight skirt, the closer he could feel his release building. picking up his pace, he bites back a whimper. more thoughts of you didn’t help his attempt at silence, a grunt or two escaping his lips. he pushes his head further back into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. free hand balled into a fist, he lets out a low moan, cumming all over his stomach and fingers.
after cleaning himself up, he stares at the photo of you two on his bedside table. he wanted to see you so bad. maybe it was just the post-nut fog, but he just needed you wrapped up in his arms. throwing on some jeans and a tshirt, he lets his mom know he’s heading out with a quick shout. he’s at you window in less than a second, sliding it open. he always told you to lock your window in case a creep decides to crawl in, but, in reality, the only creep that ever used it was him.
“hey, peter,” you greet, not even bothering to turn around. whenever your window was suddenly opened, you automatically knew it was your idiot boyfriend who could never just use the front door. “it’s not peter, it’s a scary murderer and i’m here to kill you,” he says, making a stabbing motion behind your head. “oh no,” you say, your tone bored and plain as you continue to study for your exams.
peter rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “not happy to see me?” he teases, his lips connecting with the smooth skin of your neck. you push his face away, writing something down in a tiny notebook, papers scattered across your desk. “i’m studying,” you respond, eyes locked on your notes. his mouth is back on your neck immediately, despite you having just pushed him away.
“come on, babe, let’s hang out, you can study later, yeah?” he hums, nibbling right below your jaw. he absolutely would not be giving up, and you knew it. turning around in your chair, you look up at the silver-haired boy, giving an agitated look. he only gives back an innocent smile, pulling you up by your hand. “why are you so adamant on hanging out specifically right now,” you groan, allowing him to lead you to your bed. “no reason.”
pushing you down onto your unmade bed, he jumps, landing beside you. “hey, hot stuff,” he grins, posing with his face resting in the palm of his hand. “hey, dipshit,” you say in an overly-lovey tone, sarcasm evident in your dramatic smile. “you love me,” he laughs, pulling you into his arms, ruffling your hair. “sometimes,” you joke back, feeling less aggravated at your distraction of a boyfriend. he smiles, his face finding a place in the crook of your neck.
“mm, missed you,” he hums, taking a deep breath. you grin, playing with his hair. “i missed you, too.” he kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving up your neck and jaw. “i love you,” he continues, his lips lingering on your cheek. “i love you, too,” you snort, furrowing your eyebrows at his overly-affectionate behavior. eventually he settles, his leg bouncing a bit as he lays next to you, arms loose around your waist. “don’t fall asleep,” you tell him, trying to get a look at his face. “i’m not asleep,” he grunts, though it was clear he was about to be.
“yeah, okay.”
“i’m not.”
“shut up.”
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short and sweet, i love him sm
(send in requests, i beg)
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frankenkyle19 · 7 months
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You Can If You Want
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warnings/description: Kit Walker x Virgin!reader, smut, handjobs, blowjobs, heavy petting, spit, soft!dom Kit, fingering, p in v, Kit Walker being too hot for his own good, I think that’s it. Not proofread, wrote in like an hour please forgive me
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Kit reasoned that he had an average sex drive for a man his age. It was something he thoroughly enjoyed not just for his own pleasure, but for his partners as well. Kit was a very attentive lover, putting the needs of others before himself. In fact, their pleasure only intensified his own. 
He was gentle, but could be rough if asked. He was very versatile and while usually vanilla in bed, it was anything but boring. That’s when he met you. The innocent young lady who took an instant liking to him. You’d heard his reputation around town from the other women. How good he was in bed, but the idea of it scared you a bit. You were a virgin, having never had a ‘real’ relationship before. You took to Kit instantly. You two met in a diner and he’d asked you out on a date. And of course, since you weren’t stupid, you said yes.
He was patient with you, and never pushed you to do something you didn’t want to. He let you take the lead. Call the shots. Your first kiss with him was electric, and you immediately wanted more. But no. You wanted to go slow with this. Kit did too. He wanted you to really be ready and never feel pressured to do anything like that just for him. 
Your kisses soon turned to full make out sessions with you sliding into Kit’s lap, your lips connected as you wrapped your arms around his neck, desperately pulling him closer. You’d never felt like this before. For anyone. It all felt so surreal. How had you found the perfect man?
Your makeout sessions usually ended as such. Just kissing. Until your touches began to get a bit bolder, sliding your hands under his shirt, feeling his bare skin against yours. It made you shiver with anticipation. Mind racing with the dirtiest of thoughts.
And then there was tonight. It started as a few simple kisses until it turned into another makeout session. Something very common between the two of you. You were seated in his lap, chasing his lips with your own when your hand reached down and gently cupped his half hard bulge.
Kit tensed, meeting your eyes, his own dark ones blown wide.
“Suga- we- ya’ don’t have to do that doll-“ he started, but you pressed a finger to his lips to quiet him.
“I want to.” You admitted with a blush. You were so curious and wanted nothing more than to finally see him in all his glory. To touch him. Make him feel good. It made your romantic heart flutter. 
“Are you sure?” He placed his hands gently on your shoulders, watching you intently. “I can wait baby. I love you, I just want you to be comfortable.”
Bless his heart. Kit Walker, ever the gentleman. How did you go about telling him you wanted to? That you wanted him to fuck you. You wanted to touch him. See what made him squirm. 
You pressed your hand a bit harder on his bulge and his breath hitched, grinding his hips up against your hand ever so slightly. I mean if you wanted this, he was ever so willing. 
You were so curious, just waiting to see what was under those tight jeans of his. Of course you’d seen a dick or two before, but this was much different. Something so much more special. Sharing this moment with Kit.
You brought your other hand down to unbuckle and slide off his belt, slipping it through the loops until it fell loose. You then worked on the button and zipper of his jeans, getting those undone next. He sighed in relief at the release of tension, and your eyes were glued to his groin. 
Now free of the confines of his more than tight jeans, his cock was filling out even more, poking out of the waistband of his underwear. You swallowed hard, swiping your thumb over the barely visible tip that peeled out of the waistband. Like a little surprise. 
Kit shivered, a quiet groan slipping from his lips and you instantly froze, assuming you’d done something wrong.
Kit peeked down at you, eyebrow raised curiously 
“Something wrong suga?” 
“I just thought- was that a good noise?”
Kit nearly chuckled at your innocence, nodding. “Mhm, a very good noise baby. Ya makin’ me feel soooo good. You can keep going if ya want to.” He said, giving you permission to continue.
And you did. You carefully slipped his jeans down his thighs before doing the same with his underwear, watching as his cock nearly jumped out of you. 
You gasped quietly which brought a quiet amused laugh from Kit’s lips.
“It won’t bite, baby. You can touch if ya want to.”
If you want to.
How he ended all his sentences, constantly reminding you to only do this if you wanted to. 
You nodded and reached out, letting your palm slide against the side of his cock, watching as it reacted to your touch, twitching ever so slightly. You watched in awe, completely enthralled. 
Kit smiled fondly at you before he leaned his head back, swallowing hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as his throat was bared.
You looked back up at him and the way your innocent eyes shimmered with a devilish look nearly made Kit cum that very second.
“Can you show me how?” You asked, glancing back down at his cock that was now leaking pre-cum from the slit.
Kit nodded, eyes glazed over a bit from the pleasure that you were bringing. He took your hand and carefully wrapped it around his cock, applying decent pressure.
“Just- Mm- just like that suga. Ya just move your hand up and down, feels so good.” He assured, letting go of your hand and letting you try it for yourself.
Your hand barely wrapped around his girth and you seriously questioned how that would fit inside you. No matter, you weren’t there yet. You’d worry about it when it came time to.
You let out a pleased laugh. He was so warm, so hard but the skin was so soft. It was a feeling you could get used to. You did as he said, letting your hand slide up and down. Kit hummed contently before opening his mouth to guide you once more.
“Ya can spit on it too. Helps let your hand slide over it easier.” He suggested, helping you figure out what to do.
You let the saliva collect in your mouth for a second before you leaned down, letting a string of it slip from your mouth. The second it landed on the tip of Kit’s cock, a strangled moan came from his mouth, nearly scaring you.
He was getting progressively more worked up, his chest rising and falling a little heavier than before. 
You smeared your spit across his cock with the palm of your hand, causing Kit to buck into said hand with a quiet sigh of pleasure.
“Just like that suga. Feels amazin’” his accent got heavier just as his breathing had, letting himself go a bit more as things progressed. 
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the pillows of his bed, sighing happily.
You leaned down curiously, his cock right in front of your face and you carefully stuck your tongue out and let it run across the thick head of it.
Kit’s head shot right back up, watching you intensely as you ran your tongue along his length. The taste as a bit salty, a bit bitter, but it was Kit.
“You don’t gotta do that suga-“ he said, not wanting you to feel pressured to do anything you didn’t want.
You rolled your eyes a bit and continued your adventure across his length, humming as you wrapped your lips around him finally. The stretch of your lips and the full feeling in your mouth was new. Interesting. But you enjoyed it. Especially seeing how it affected the man above you.
“Ya can’t look that innocent takin’ me like that baby- mmm f-fuck-“
Kit didn’t cuss much, so you knew he was beginning to lose control. And you found yourself wanting him to.
He let you do as you wanted for a while before he pulled you off of him, much to your dismay.
“Was it not good?” You asked, immediately assuming you’d done something wrong.
Kit shook his head, a blush appearing on his already flushed cheeks.
“No baby- no I just- I was close… didn’t want to cum in your mouth.” He said, avoiding your gaze. Oh, so he was the shy one now? You’d explore that more in the future.
“Kit please. I want this. Want you to take my virginity.” You hadn’t ever been very serious about any of that, wasn’t planning on waiting till marriage. Just… waiting for the right person, and you knew in your heart that person was Kit. The one you trusted enough to share this experience with. Who you knew wouldn’t judge you for any of it.
Kit pulled you into a kiss before his hands found their way to your little skirt, slipping easily under it. His thumb found your clothed slit and grinned at feeling how wet you’d become for him. He wanted to make this as painless as possible for you, so he wanted to try and open you up on his fingers first before he even attempted with his cock.
He laid you down against the bed, looking down at you with the biggest shit eating grin on his lips.
“Just relax for me suga, yeah? Gonna make ya feel real good. Such a good girl, all for me.” He hummed, his words sending a heavy shiver down your spine, through all your nerve endings.
You nodded, arching into his touch as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs.
His fingers instantly found their way to your core and you gasped as he slipped a finger into you, easily. It felt odd, but you had experimented with your own pleasure before, so it wasn’t completely foreign.  
It went like that for a while, Kit easing you into it, the whole time leaving gentle kisses all over your body, making you blush. 
Eventually he had three fingers inside you, and it was a bit uncomfortable but not overbearingly so. You just felt full and you couldn’t even begin to fathom how full his cock would make you feel.
“I’m ready, Kit. Please. I want it. Want you.” You begged, writhing underneath him with a frustrated huff.
He carefully peeled off the rest of his clothes as well as yours, situating himself between your legs and lining himself up with your entrance.
“Look at me, look at me suga. If it hurts too much, if you’re uncomfortable or if you just aren’t feeling it you tell me and we stop. Okay?” He pressed the softest of kisses to your forehead, one of his hands reaching for your own and holding it gently, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.
You could probably cry at this moment. How sweet he was. How much he cared about you. It was so overwhelming in the best ways.
You nodded at his words, pulling him down into another kiss as he slowly slowly began to push himself into you. It hadn’t hurt at first, but at a certain point he hit resistance and it hurt like hell. You winced, squeezing his hand tightly in your own, clenching your eyes shut. Kit whispered sweet nothings in your ear and placed gentle kisses across your neck and shoulders. 
You zoned out a bit, trying to think of anything but the pain when Kit gently tapped your shoulder.
“Hardest parts over suga. I’m all the way in.” He said softly, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips.
A relieved sigh left your lips, the intense burning feeling fading into a dull pain. Kit leaned against you, not daring to move until you assured him you were ready, and when he got the go ahead, he pulled out slowly almost all the way until thrusting back in, still being careful to be gentle.
You never knew what you had expected to come with sex, but you never thought it could be so tender. It didn’t have to be fast and rough to be good. Sure you could see yourself enjoying that in the future but right now in this moment, you felt wonderful. 
He began to tremble above you and even though you’d never experienced it before, you knew he was close to his release. He reached down and gently rubbed circles across your clit, the pleasure spiking. Suddenly you felt very hot and tight. Your bottom lip trembled as you looked up at him, silently telling him you were close.
He smiled softly, knowingly as he continued what he was doing, and soon you were falling over the edge, throwing your head back, your breath quickening and your chest heaving. It felt so intense. So good. So much better than all the times you’d pleasured yourself.
Kit went to pull out of you, to release across your chest, but you wrapped your legs around his waist and kept him in place.
“Inside. Please baby.”
Those words alone sent him straight over the edge and he gasped, leaning over you with a groan as you felt him fill you up.
You held him to your chest as you both caught your breath and you wondered how you had gotten so lucky. 
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Helping hand
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Warnings: shameless smut, handjob, unprotected sex, rough sex.
Word count: 2.4k
Tagging: @doll3tt33 @fear-is-truth @coentinim
A/N: this is literally pure filth. I'm not sure what possessed me to write this, but I did. Sorry for any typos or bad writing.
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Staying up late with Kyle had become sort of a routine. Sleeping didn't always come easy to you, and getting Kyle to bed without you was always a struggle. Sitting with your legs crossed on the bed, you ponder over what you should do. It couldn't be too loud and it had to be something you were certain he'd enjoy. You glance at him for a moment, he was laying down on the floor watching something on his ipad, so he was occupied for now.
You grabbed your laptop, blankly staring at the screen while you skimmed over your options. Then it hit you— a movie! You could put on a movie. After five minutes of scrolling, you decide to put on a cheesy comedy. you were more of a horror movie enjoyer, but you figured Kyle wouldn't like it. He was a sensitive boy, now more than ever, and you didn't want to stress him out. Especially after the whole being brought back to life ordeal.
"Kyle, honey, come here," you gently call out, placing the laptop on the edge of the bed so you could lay down. You could hear the creak of the floorboards as he slowly ambled to you. He laid down next to you, throwing his arm over you to pull you closer. Stuck in his hold, your hand slapped around until you found the edge of the covers, slinging it over the two of you. You settled in, squirming around until you were comfortable, and then you pressed play.
The plan had been to watch the movie, and then head to bed, but that was ruined when not even ten minutes in he kept shifting. “Ky, what's wrong?” You whisper, tearing your eyes away from the screen to look at him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and his eyebrows knit together in discomfort. “H-hurts,” he murmured. You sat up, gently removing the cover from the two of you. “Where does it hurt, kyle?”
He propped himself up until he was sitting on his knees. Confused, you watched silently wondering what he was trying to show you. Maybe he had scraped his leg, or he had a bruise. His lack of motor skills was a major downside of being frankensteined back together. "Here," he grunted, looking down at his pants. You followed his gaze until you were meant with the obvious bulge in his pants. Oh.
Unsure of what to do, you just sat there. Shit. Should you help him? Would helping him be the right thing to do? Seemingly annoyed at your lack of response, he took your hand placing it over his groin. He whined at the desperately needed contact, rolling his hips. "Touch, p-please."
This quickly snaps you out of your thoughts, it’s hard to worry about the consequences when he’s so needy. "Are you sure?" You ask, just to check, accidentally pushing his boundaries was never something you wanted to do. He nods, and you start to unzip his pants. Despite the initial struggle, you're finally able to get his pants down, revealing the blue boxers he had on underneath. His precum stains the fabric, making a sizable dark patch.
"Poor boy, you must be so worked up" you coo, running a finger over the length of it. Kyle's pupils swallow the already deep brown of his eyes as he watches you. Meeting his intense gaze is enough to make you look down again, goosebumps pricking at your skin.
With more zeal than before, your fingers hook the band of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. His cock bounces free, hitting his stomach, and you have to stare for a moment. The tip is flushed pink and precum drips from the slit like a broken faucet. Your eyes slowly trail up his body, from his stomach, to the scar wrapped around his neck, till you're finally looking him in the face. His cheeks are ruddy, his lips parted ever so slightly, and he has this look in his eyes like nothing matters but you at the moment. Maintaining eye contact, you gingerly wrap your fingers around it.
He lets out an airy sigh, that you assume is of relief. You carefully start to move your hand up and down. You watch his eyes slowly flutter shut, and revel in the way pathetic whines begin to fall out of his mouth. To ease the friction, you let a glob of spit dribble onto the tip, using your hand to coat his entire length in your drool. His cock twitches in your hand. He must be close, you think. You work your hand faster, trying to push him to the edge as quickly as you can, but suddenly he's pulling your hand away, shaking his head.
"n-need you," he mewls, finger latching onto the band your shorts trying to tug them down. Throwing all caution to the wind, you oblige. You yank down your shorts and panties, throwing them on the floor. You crawl to him, tossing your legs over his thighs to straddle his lap. His hands fly to your hips, rucking up your oversized shirt to reveal your chest. He stares at you with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for permission. Once you give a quiet go ahead, he’s instantly taking your nipple into his mouth. It's an odd sensation. His tongue is cool against your warm skin.
You let out a soft whine, and lift a hand to cradle the back of his head. You card your fingers through his hair, while you mutter soft praises, gently rocking yourself against his aching cock, but not letting it slip inside. His arms were wrapped around your middle, pulling you closer to him, like he wanted to be in your skin. You both stay like this for a while, soaking each other in. While it wasn't enough to get you off, you decided that was fine, and instead focused on getting him off. You were trying to make him feel good after all. You could help yourself later.
You were sure he could have came like this, and he seemed to realize that too because he reluctantly wrenched himself away from mouthing at your boob to line his aching cock with your slit. But he was clueless and couldn't quite get it so with a loving smile, you gently took his hand in yours and directed it to where it needed to go.
You slowly sink onto his cock, taking him inch by inch. You got about halfway before you decided to take a second and let yourself adjust to the size. Placing his hands on your hips, he forced you down. You let a startled gasp because of the abrupt fullness. The stretch burns, and he doesn't let you adjust before he begins to buck up into you.
You rest your hands on his shoulders for support, slightly digging your nails in to deal with the ache. You can barely gain your bearings with the way he forces you to bounce on his cock. The pain slowly melts into syrupy sweet pleasure, and everything quickly becomes overwhelming. The sound of his skin on yours, the feeling of his cold tongue on your skin, and the pangs of pleasure shooting through you.
You crash your mouths together because even if you don't want to admit it. You're just as attached to him as he is to you, and the urge to get closer than you already were was becoming unbearable. This kiss is awkward, but you can't bring yourself to mind. Your teeth clack together and your noses keep bumping. His tongue curiously prods into your mouth. Still, you melt into him, letting him explore every inch of you for as long as he'd like. His spit tastes earthy, and surprisingly it isn't that bad. You pull away to breathe, and he follows, pitifully chasing after you like a lost puppy.
His powerful thrusts have devolved into quick, shallow bunny humps, so you take it upon yourself to finish what he started. You place your hands on his chest lightly pushing him back. He doesn't resist, letting himself fall onto his elbows. He looks confused, kiss-swollen lips pulled into the cutest pout. It makes you want to smooch it off of his face. You lift yourself up, and it seems like you're about to pull off, but before his hands could rush back to your hips, you slam back down down.
The sound he lets out is guttural and loud. Your hand slaps over his mouth. He blinks, puzzled. You pull your hand away to press a finger against your lips. “Be quiet, they'll hear us,” you whisper, glancing behind you to make sure nobody is at the door. In the blink of an eye, you're not on top of him anymore. You are on your back now. Stunned, you stare vacantly at the ceiling. His hands grip your hips, sheathing himself back into the warmth of your cunt (when did he learn how to do that without you?)
He starts up that unforgiving pace again, ramming into you so hard the bed is wobbling beneath you. All you can do is take it. Silently praying that your bed will make it through the night. He effortlessly brushes that spongy spot inside of that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. you're quivering beneath him, unraveling like a ball of yarn in his hands. Pleasure sweeping any coherent thoughts away like a hurricane. That familiar ache builds in your stomach. Your cunt clenches around him, begging for release. Everything feels so good, it verges on painful. Your hands latch onto the sheets, holding on for dear life.
Kyle leans down to press wet, slimey kisses on your clavicle, lightly dragging his teeth against your skin. A few more brutal thrusts, and you're digging your nails into his back, softly whining. Your orgasm crashes over you like a current. You bite your lip to muffle the moans that threaten to come out, blinking away unshed tears. After your orgasm subsides, you're instantly being ushered into another one. “s too much, ky, I can't take another,” you hiccup, pressing a hand against Kyle's chest in a feeble attempt at pushing him off. You don't know if he just brushes you off on purpose, or if he did it without realizing because in spite of your pitiful request. His pace sped up.
He's grunting in your ear now, you can feel the hot puffs of air tickling your cheek. Plump tears roll down your face, your body trembling uncontrollably. He cums deep inside you, a blossom of warmth filling you up, but he doesn't stop rutting into you. Fucking it in further. You let out woeful, little squeaks. You're sniveling, and your poor, aching cunt weeps. You feel your second release rushing towards you, and all you can do is brace yourself. He's fucking you like he despises you, and if you didn't know anymore you would have been convinced you were his sworn enemy with the way he was bullying your cunt.
Your orgasm hits you like a strike to gut, somehow more intense than the last. Your back arches off the bed so far that someone might think you're possessed. The bitter taste of iron pervades your mouth. You didn't realize how hard you'd bitten your lip trying to be quiet. (Which is turning out to be an impossible feat, but at least you're trying.) you're gushing around him. Your arousal spills down onto the bed beneath you. You can feel the sheets sticking to your skin, and you remind yourself to lay down a towel or something next time. A few more agonizing seconds pass, and he's finally pulling out of you.
He collapses on top of you, and you take a moment to collect yourself. The icky feeling of laying in a pool of bodily fluids is the only reason you haven't passed out yet.
“Kyle, we gotta get up and take a shower,” you mumble, your body aches and your bones feel like jelly, but you can't go to sleep in these conditions.
He grumbles for a second. “sleep.”
you sigh, “i know, but we're all dirty now. We gotta clean up.” begrudgingly, he peels himself off of you. You get up rather slowly because of how unsteady you were on your feet. You snatch some clothes up for you and Kyle. You haul yourself to the bathroom, dragging Kyle behind you. You turned on the shower, letting the water run until it was warm enough to get in. “C’mon in,” you utter, stepping into the tub. You watch Kyle sluggishly walk to you. He looked so tired. Poor baby.
“Do you want me to help you bathe?” you inquire, quietly. He doesn't respond, just follows you in. He can barely keep his eyes open. You decide it's easier to just wash him instead of trying to wake him up. You grab a washcloth, apply some body wash, and massage it in till it lathers up. You start with his arms, and you can't help but follow all the veins as you travel your way up. Then you moved on to his chest. You could feel the bumps from where his head was sewn back on, your heart ached for him. He didn't deserve such an untimely death. You frown, shaking away those thoughts. He doesn't need your pity.
The rest goes relatively fast. He listens to your request to lift his legs and turn around, so you could reach his back. You speed through washing yourself, so you can get back to bed as soon as you possibly can. Once you’re done, you hop out and dry yourself off. As usual, you help Kyle dry off too. The two of you shuffle off to bed clean and content. You toss a blanket over your sullied sheets, you'll wash them later.
Collapsing onto the bed, you let out a relieved sigh. Sweet, sweet relaxation. Kyle follows suit, pulling you onto his chest. You grinned, silently enjoying his unending clinginess. “L-love you,” he murmured, and you feel a warmth beginning to bloom in your chest. “I love you too, Kyle,” you whisper. You don't know if he truly understands what he just said to you, but you choose not to think too hard about it. Scooting closer to him, you feel the tiredness hit you all at once. The comfortable arms of sleep luring you in.
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i need him to get me pregnant
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evanboodaddy · 9 months
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"I watched American Horror story for the plot"
the plot:
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evanchantingpeters · 5 months
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Evan wearing his baseball cap backwards gives me a smack-my-ass-like-a-drum reaction 🥵 Anyone?
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babygorewhore · 9 months
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Sit down. Evan Peters smut.
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Your older boyfriend has been growing out his facial hair for a while. And he asks something of you. Something you’ve resisted before. What happens next? Requested by anonymous! I’m finally posting this! Next I’m gonna take the next few days to work on my requests!
WARNINGS! Oral! Fem receiving. Face riding.
Evan hadn’t shaved in almost a month, his beard growing more and more as the days went on. You were always attracted to him. But now? He looked so manly. Shedding his appearance as a boy. Which he was far from, but the beard…mmm. It looked so good on him.
You both sat on the bed, he was reading through a magazine as the tv was long forgotten. You were on your phone scrolling through tik tok, still bugging him to get one.
“Sorry, babe. I’m afraid that’s where our age difference comes in.” He grinned at you and you rolled your eyes.
“Okay, old man.” You reached up and cupped his cheek, gently brushing against his scruff.
“Do you like it? The beard, I mean?” Evan questioned. You paused, sensing his insecurity.
“Of course, I like it, baby. It looks good.” You cooed at him. He leaned down and kissed you, softly at first before he found your lips and grazed his teeth against your lower lip.
“Oh yeah?” He asked you.
Evan gently leaned on you, his weight pressing against your body as he continued kissing you. You felt his beard against your chin, but the scratch comforted you.
“I fucking love kissing you.” He breathed. His hand raising to gently squeeze your breast. You sucked in a breath.
Evan sucked on your lower lip as he kneaded your chest. Your core pooled at his attention as he brushed his tongue against your teeth.
You met his kiss, his tongue diving in your mouth and tasted you throughly. “Can you do something for me?” He asked against your mouth.
“Anything.” You answered, your hand against the back of his head.
“Can you…please sit on my face?” He asked. You froze, mid kiss.
He had asked you before and you refused. You couldn’t possibly. You felt way too heavy for him. You would probably crush his neck.
“Evan…” you started and he pressed a finger against your lips.
“Baby, you’re not going to crush me. I promise. You’re not too heavy. I know you’re insecure. But trust me. I can handle it. Please, I’m dying to taste you. I’ve been wanting this all day.” He trailed his lips down your neck, finding your pulse point.
His hands found your hips as his fingers tightened along them, as he guided you to sit up. You hesitated as he laid down, his eyes darkened impossibly. Evan helped you straddle his chest, pulling your oversized t shirt above your belly. “It’s okay, baby girl. Please? Please come here. I want to taste how sweet you are.”
You swallowed, still unsure. Evan gripped your thighs.
You were thicker than him, something you were always afraid that he wouldn’t find attractive. You hated that, you felt so uncomfortable whenever he held you on his lap, or picked you up. But he never let you speak badly about yourself, always reassuring you that he thought you were beautiful. Sexy, even.
“Sweetheart.” Evan reached forward, cupping your chin, making you look at him. “You don’t need to worry about it. You’re not hurting me. You’re not too heavy. It feels so good, do you want me to beg?”
Your eyes widened. “What?” Evan smirked at you before he toyed with the band of your underwear.
“Please, baby. Please, fuck my face. It’ll make you feel so good, I promise. I need it.” He whispered to you, slowly lifting you higher on his chest. Your hands fell to his shoulders, as you hovered above him, your underwear pulled to your separated knees.
Evan leaned up, you felt his beard brush against your pussy. You almost pulled away. But Evan’s hands went to your ass. “Fucking sit.” He breathed, before bringing you down on his mouth.
You immediately felt his tongue driving up, circling your clit as your thighs straddled his face. Your hips buckled, but your cheeks warmed as he slurped and sucked your sensitive bud. He moaned deep within his throat as he head moved up and down. His tongue dipped inside you, tasting you deep as his beard lightly scratched your inner thighs.
“Evan-“ you squeaked as your hands splayed on his chest, as he desperately thrusted his tongue against your clit.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned, his hands finding your hips as he rolled them. You tossed insecurities aside and started humping his face.
Your slick coated his chin as you moved against his face, your pleasure growing inside your stomach. Evan quickened his pace as you reached forward to grip the headboard. Your head pressed against it as your pelvis buckled as he flicked his tongue against your folds.
“I’m gonna-“ you stuttered.
“Please do.” Evan begged. You moved your hips up and down, Evan whimpered at the pressure and you shuddered as your release came.
You chased your orgasm as your movements became sloppy and Evan held your lower back so tight you thought he would break you. You moved to get off but he still held you in place.
“I’m not done.” He whined, continuing lapping at your pussy as he licked your leftover climax.
“I can’t-Evan please. I need a break.” You said to him and he finally stopped.
You climbed off, back on the bed beside him and you glanced at his crotch. But you saw the wet patch staining his sweatpants. “Did you-“
“Yeah.” He said, a slightly blush creeping his cheeks. “It was so hot, I couldn’t contain myself.”
You nodded and he snuggled closer to your side, trailing his fingers against your arms.” You did really good, baby. I really liked it.” He confessed.
“You promise?” You looked at him through your lashes.
“Yes,” he reached forward and kissed you. Savoring your lips with the aftermath of your taste.
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could you write some smut ab evan being jealous?
I Don’t Share
Evan Peters
TW smut smut smut. Pretty dirty. 18+
Let’s just pretend I didn’t just take a 4 month hiatus 🫣. Anyways😅 enjoy! Didn’t proofread btw!
“Are you always this funny?!” Finn (Wittrock) laughed along side of you, his hands on either side of his head as if you blew his mind. Your own loud laughter filled the dressing room, your head nodding to his question in confidence.
“I…” you start, struggling to catch your breath, “I am, in fact. I find myself to be quite the comedian!” Your laughter simmers to a quieter giggle, your eyes still looking at him confidently. He nods along, agreeing with your statement.
“I believe it! I can’t believe I haven’t sat and visited with you like this before. You really help lighten the mood and take some pressure off.” You smile at his light praise, not thinking anymore into it other than a new friend who happened to find you as funny as you like to think yourself to be.
“I try to stand back and not get in the way. I really enjoy watching Evan in his element. Meeting all of you happens to be a great plus.” You shrug lightly, nonchalantly.
“You’re something else. God, a mood, really! I’m glad I had the chance to finally have a real conversation to you. And not disappointed in the least!” He nudges your arm lightly with his as another string of giggles leaves both of your mouthes.
“I’m glad I could be at your service!” You joke, lifting your chin proudly.
As your conversation with Finn continues over the next hour, Evan frowns in the middle of his scene once again, overhearing it from the distance, causing the scene to be cut.
“Peters?!” The director yells in question. “The hell is your problem? Stay in character, this is the FOURTH time we’ve had to cut a scene for godsake!” Everyone glanced at Evan curiously, though he just lets out a deep breath and nods. “Right. Let’s take a break people!”
Everyone begins filing out for their short break. Even stands watching everyone while his ears zone in on the sounds of yours and Finn’s laughter still filling the whole building. He has no reason to be jealous, he wholeheartedly trusts you, but that pit of burning rage in his stomach can’t be helped. Usually, you’re out here, watching him, laughing with him. Usually, he gets to admire the beautiful sound of your giggles and the stunning sight of your smile. But today, you’re out of his sight, laughing with someone else, someone else admiring you the way he does. And it just doesn’t help that it’s a great coworker of his.
Finally, Evan peels himself from his spot in the middle of the set up and makes his way to the dressing room. The laughter between you and Finn loudens and the jealousy within Evan grows.
Before he marches into the dressing room, Evan manages to stop himself at the door and gather himself enough to make it less noticeable that he’s jealous. He clears his throat and knocks at the door before opening and walking in. Unfortunately, the sigh of you on the couch with Finn next to you, practically on and drooling over you, only furthers his jealously.
“Hey babe!” You grin at Evan, whose eyes are only on Finn. He quickly shoots you a smile before dropping it and clearing his throat, again.
“Hey, y/n, can I steal you for a minute? Got something to show you.” His smiles lessens to a tight lipped grin, and you quickly realize something is off with him. Your once giggling self now serious. You nod to Evan before looking over to Finn who gives you a knowing smile and nod.
Pushing yourself from the couch, you make your way to Evan who guides you past him and out the door, closing it behind him.
“Is everything oka-“
Your quickly cut off by Evan pulling you into a dark room, shutting the door and locking the two of you inside.
You stand in the middle of the small room, the smell of bleach and other cleaning products suggesting it’s the janitors closet, staring at Evan with confusion, what you can see of him on the dark anyways.
“What is up with you?” Your demeanor changes as you cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side with an annoyed look on your face.
All you can make out of him is his body standing before you, still. Until his arms moves behind his head and the sound of scratching suggests he is, awkwardly, itching the back oh his head.
“Evan, seriously, what’s your-“
“Finn.” He interrupts you. You raise your eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate.
“What about Finn-“
“He was flirting with you!” Evan barks loudly. Taken back, you drop your arms to your side and squint at him trying to see him better but to no avail.
“Jesus, is there not a light in here?!” You huff, turning and moving your hands all over the wall feeling for a light switch. You weren’t trying to divert the statement, but you just didn’t realize that’s what was happening, if it really was.
Through your quick hand movements against the wall, you suddenly feel Evans body move closer to yours, till he was practically against you. Your hands again drop to their sides as you stare into the darkness where Evan is. You can feel the tension, so thick you could cut it with a knife, but fuck was it turning you on. You could hear his deep breaths mixed with yours, feel the heat radiating from his body onto yours, you wanted nothing more than to fall into his lips but it was like you were paralyzed, wondering what was going through his mind.
Your body jolts slightly in surprise as the light suddenly turns on, looking above you and seeing Evans hand releasing the long beaded rope to the single lightbulb on the ceiling. A half chuckle escapes from your lips nervously as you look back to Evan, his dark eyes already peering into you, making the wind feel as if it’s knocked from your lungs.
Not often do you see this side of Evan. He’s a kind, gentle man. Even in bed. If you want it rough, you have to practically beg him because he just isn’t. It isn’t in him, despite what’s seen on TV. He’s an actor, after all. So to see him now, looking so dark and almost cold — it’s different. But damn, does it turn you on like nothing else.
You clear your throat as you attempt to stare him back down, but failing miserably.
“I didn’t know he was flirting with me, Evan.” You glance back to his unfaltering stare before looking away. “Really. He sat down and we just started visiting. I cracked a few jokes because the entire cast seemed on edge. It lightened the mood. That’s all it was to me. If it was more to him, I had no idea.” You explain in all honesty. It was a good time laughing with Finn, but you never looked at it more than a friend and a friend having a good time with a few good laughs.
But Evan didn’t find it funny. And he knows your part is truth, but it doesn’t stop the jealousy on the other end.
You are his, and his only.
After a few more awkward seconds of silence, you groan, shifting from one foot to the other. “Evan, seriously!” You whisper/yell, now finally looking into his eyes as he was yours, but within the second, Evan had you pinned against the closet wall. It had taken you by surprise, a breath drawn in and being held as you piece together what had just happened.
His face was so close to yours now, and all you could do was stare at his perfect, pink lips.
“I don’t share.” Your eyes flicker up to his in surprise at his words. Your lips part to say something but before you had a chance, his own lips crash onto them in a deep, passionate, open-mouthed kiss.
You melt into him, his arms holding you up by your waist now, until you find the strength to slide your arms up his biceps and onto either side of his face pulling him to you more if it were even possible. He allows you to hold onto him, pull on him, whatever it was you wanted to do he’d let you, because he was just as much yours as you were his.
Finally pulling away for some air, he looks back down at you noticing your now perfectly swollen pink lips, a half smile appearing on his own with pride. “I don’t share.” He repeats.
You gaze up at him in awe, a complete desperate mess against his body.
You nod slowly. “I don’t want you to.”
Evan let’s out a deep throaty sigh, quickly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up with your sports bra, your arms raising to allow them to slide off you with ease, his hands immediately returning to your waist and gripping it so tightly it almost hurt, and pulling you back into a kiss.
Your hands quickly slide down his body and find the buttons of his jeans, fumbling with in an attempt to get them off him. His hands meet yours as he helps in undoing them and pulling them down enough to give him some freedom before moving to your athletic leggings. His fingers hoop underneath and slide them down your legs, wriggling yourself out of them as well and leaving you bare.
Without hesitation, Evans hand scoop you up from under your thighs and rest you against his waist, the wall helping hold you as well as your legs that wrap around him. His lips quickly meet your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down to your collar bone.
“I would’ve liked your shirt off..” you hum, your head falling against the wall as you take pleasure in the feeling his lips have against your cold skin. You hear a chuckle from him, smiling slightly at knowing he was feeling less tense about the situation.
Evans head lifts and his eyes meet yours again. He takes a moment to gaze at you, taking in your beauty and rejoicing in the feeling of knowing you felt the same, regardless of the jealousy he had previously endured. His hands lifts from your waist and soothes some stray hairs that had fallen onto your face back before letting it rest gently against your head.
“I love you.” He hums, his thumb caressing over your cheek one onto your temple. You breathe in, enjoying this moment while it lasts, before pulling his face back to yours into soft kiss.
But as quick as the moment came, it went, feeling the kiss deepen into more passion and hunger for each other. Evans hands find your own that we’re holding his face, taking them in his and guiding them against the wall. He slides them up until they’re completely above you both, taking them into one of his hands easily and pressing them hard against it now so you had no chance of moving them.
He parts from you just enough to see what he was doing, your eyes watching his every move carefully and excitedly. He grabs ahold of his erection that had been pressing against your thigh this entire time and strokes it, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling and only turning you on further. It almost hurt how badly your pussy was aching to feel him inside of you.
He finally guides his dick to your entrance, lining it up perfectly and allowing himself to slide into it with ease. Your mouth parts as you moan in unison with him, your head falling back against the wall.
“Fuck…” he hums, “you’re so wet. All for me?” He glances up at you, still in excitement, and you nod quickly, almost aggressively, just ready for him to fuck you.
“Yes, yes” you whimper, attempting to rock your hips for some kind of friction to ease the ache that was still there. “Fuck, please Evan..” you open your eyes and meet his with a desperate pout. Evan grins, his eyebrows raising playfully.
“Please, what?”
You groan quietly. It’s so rare that he makes you beg for him to fuck you, but it was so goddamn hot when he does.
“Please.. please fuck me.” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips continue their attempt to rock against him for some relief.
“Tell me your mine.” He demands as he pulls out slightly. “Tell me how you only want me to fuck you, that you want Finn to watch so he knows you belong to me.” He’s now almost pulled from you completely, leaving behind a worsening ache and throb in your pussy.
“Fuck Evan! I’m yours! I’m only yours” you take a deep breath trying to control your uneven breathing and trembling, “I want Finn to watch you fuck me so good that he never wants to look at me again” you whine, fulfilling his wishes. You gasp loudly as he thrusts back into you hard, pulling out immediately after.
“Keep going.”
You meet his eyes, surprised with the complete dominance he’s taken right now. And you were happily going to oblige.
“I want Finn to see your cock fucking my dripping cunt so he knows just how wet you make me..” Evan slams himself back into you causing another moan to escape, “I want him to know just how good you make me feel, I want him to know that no one else can fuck me like you do.”
Evan repeats his thrust into you, speeding up with every word that leaves your tongue. His grip on your wrists tighten so much that it’s sure to leave a few marks, but the pain is nonexistent as you disappear into the complete ecstasy feeling that overtakes your body.
“Fuck, yes… I want Finn to watch you make me cum all over your dick.” You moan out, the sound of his hips slapping into yours so loud that surely, everyone has to hear it.
Your legs wrap around his waist tighter as his thrusts grow faster and sloppier. His head falls against your chest, his free hand gripping your waist tightly to keep you in place.
“He’ll know only i can fuck you like this..” Evan repeats your words in a deep groan, his teeth taking your delicate skin on your chest between them and nibbling hard, until a dark purple mark is left. “Only I can mark you when and we’re I want.” He moans, kissing the bruise and resting his forehead against you.
“Fuck yes, don’t stop fucking me Evan” you whimper, your fingers attempting to grip onto his that are still holding them. “I want you to make me cum so good that he can hear it from in here.” You beg.
He grins against your skin, releasing your waist and letting his hand find its way between your bodies until it stops on your clit. He quickly starts circling it with his thumb, your mouth parting in a gasp and your body jolting at the new overpowering sensation.
“Oh right there, yes Evan, fuck!” You whimper put more moans, Evan moaning at the beautiful sounds you make and speeding both his thrusts and his thumb up to help you reach your high. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum” you nod to him as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten more and more with every move he makes.
With one final hard thrust, you crumble into him as your orgasm takes over your body, a long string of moans filling the small closet as your high makes Evan reach his, pulling out and stroking his dick to ride his out, his thumb working on your clit to ride yours out.
As your moans quiet, your legs shake as they attempt to keep themselves wrapped around his waist. Evan slowly releases your wrists from above your head and carefully helps you stand, his hands holding your waist again for support as you catch your breath. You lean yourself back into the wall, lazily smiling up at him as you watch him tuck himself back into his boxers and jeans.
He glanced at you as you watch him on awe and shoots you a nearly embarrassed smile before reaching down for your clothing. He hands your shirt and bra to you before bending down and opening one pant leg and letting you hold onto him as you slip your foot into it, then he opens the other pant leg and slides them up onto your waist. You take a moment to put your shirt on, then lean back into the wall as you stare at each other.
“I’m not sure where that came from..”
“It was hot.” You cut him off. He blinks a few times, his cheeks reddening before pulling you to him into a hug. Your arms wrap around him gently but tightly.
“You never have to worry where my head or heart is at Evan,” you reassure him, feeling him nod into the crook of your neck. “There is not one person on this planet that could ever make me want to give you up. You’re all I could ever want.”
You hear him sigh, feeling his body relax more into your hold.
You hug each other for a few more minutes before finally pulling away, meeting the others eyes.
Evan clears his throat and looks around the room. “Um, I’m pretty sure the whole studio heard us so… sorry for what’s to come when he walk out.”
You press your lips together tightly trying to hide the embarrassed smile, but nod firmly and take ahold of his hand in yours.
“We walk out confidently.” You state, glancing up at him as he tries to stifle the laugh, only making you giggle with him.
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