hi, this is my writing bullshit

First time you send him a spicy picture he's going to take like. 5 minutes to respond. Because he's too busy being a flustered mess.

He feels too bad to jack it to your spicy pictures until you're further along in your relationship, though. He might be silly and loving with you but he's worried about upsetting you.

Prefers when you ride/top him. And he WILL be whimpering and crying the whole time.

From the moment Evan first kissed you, the energy in your bedroom had shifted. Silly teasing now felt like a promise. Eagerness rose very, very quickly. Once he had your permission he was all over you, hands sliding under your shirt and pulling the wet fabric from you the first opportunity he got. Relieving you from your shorts just moments later, leaving you dry but in nothing but your underwear. Along the way, he’d lost everything but the baggy cargo shorts he’d been wearing all summer. It was hot and rich, tearing into each other with the anticipation of all that time that you had both thought about this exact thing catching up to you all at once.

The kisses had become heavy and desperate, and Evan stood between your now parted knees in an attempt to get closer. Settling there like it was where he belonged, looking down at you like you were something he wanted to consume. Desire that made you shake under his gaze. Bright blue eyes seeing right through you, right to the utter need you’d had for so long now.

“Wanna get you off so bad. S’that cool?” Breaking the charged silence you had fallen into, said in a breathy tone. Like he was ready to beg to get his mouth on you. Not a single hint of hesitation, just unending enthusiasm on top of his usual confidence. Wanting so badly to feel you writhe on his tongue. You couldn’t do anything but nod, staring back at him despite how badly you wanted to cover your face in your hands, you knew that wouldn’t fly with him.

He wordlessly sunk to his knees, not breaking his sweet eye contact even as he became level with your hips. Tugging off your underwear, he let his rough hands feel up your thighs. Appreciating the sensation of your skin and the muscle underneath. Watching as your breath hitched the closer he got to where you wanted. He hummed when he finally ran a finger through the evident wet, not surprised to find you so aroused so quickly. His touch reached your clit and he was so gentle. Just barely rubbing at the sensitive skin, drawing complaints at his teasing.

“I just wanted to work you up, hon, I’ll get my mouth on ‘ya.” He hushed your whines, taking in a shaky breath of his own. You were already making noise for him and it was taking all of his restraint to not jump on you just to hear more. This was something he knew you had been daydreaming about for a while, but he didn't realize just how much you wanted him. If only you knew how many nights he had spent with his hand around his cock, moaning your name. Wishing so badly that it was you. He almost felt wrong for it, even knowing you were head over heels for him.

If that was wrong, what you were in the process of doing was evil.

You nearly shook with anticipation as he leaned forward, spreading your cunt with his fingers. He licked up the dripping slick, and smiled when you immediately grabbed onto his hair. Relishing in all of his senses being taken over by you. He felt his mouth water, it was just too good. Like a dog in heat finally finding something to take the energy out on.

The short moans he got out of you as he just let his tongue explore made his cock strain against his jeans. Giving you what you’d wanted was so satisfying. You were in such bliss, taking in the feeling of his mouth on you, his tongue as it slipped inside you. The very tip of it flicking over your clit. Your hips jolted with every movement, and just when you started feeling the smallest spark of an orgasm, he stopped. Pulling away completely, sitting back on his heels and leaving you clamming for his hair.

He had the cockiest smirk across his cheeks when he came up. The lower half of his face simply covered in your slick, and proud to wear it. You were panting, face flush, and he nearly started laughing. For once with no condescension, not to be mean. In fact, he thought it was adorable. He wanted to make tha look worse, he wanted to see your eyes glass over.

“You good?” He asked, smile evident in his tone. You just groaned pitifully, annoyed that he would even think of stopping. Let alone cutting all contact when you were so close to release. As annoyed as you could be annoyed at him. Nodding, despite the urge to grab him by the shoulder becoming more tempting to act on.

“Dear god, Evan, if you don't come back up here-” You shot him a playful glare. You were ready to drag him into your bed and take over if he was going to play games like this. It’s not like he couldn't tell, he could see how wet you were. How swollen you were for him. You knew him and his asshole tendencies, you weren't going to let him. Not right now when you needed to feel him so desperately.

“I got ‘ya, no more of that. We’ll get to it.” He hoisted himself up using your knees for leverage, unable to stop himself from chuckling. You watched as he made a show of undoing his belt and letting both his loose shorts and faded grey boxers fall to the floor of your room. His belt hit the hardwood with a clang and you flinched at the sound, the possibility of the guys downstairs hearing flashing in your mind.

Your anxieties were quickly forgotten about, however, as you got a first look of Evan’s body. You’d seen him shirtless before, dozens of times when you were swimming at Vinny’s or the guys dragged you on a jog. But you hadn’t seen a glimpse past that, and you weren't sure you had ever felt more attraction to a person. Simply looking at him, letting your eyes explore. Looking closely at his natural muscles and the scars littered about. You couldn’t peel yourself away, blatantly staring even as he climbed up on your bed. 

Evan was pretty, simply. Top to bottom, he was pretty and you couldn’t wait to feel his body against yours. Bare like this, soft, thoughtful. Not like when he would throw you over his shoulder just to hear you yelp, or sit irritatingly close to you on the couch to see you get tense. No overthinking, no convincing yourself that he felt nothing for you. For real.

Every single inch of him seemed like good space to grab, and bite, and scratch, but you knew that was not for then. Whatever was happening was a test of waters. An opportunity to truly see where the boundaries between you two ended and where they could be pushed. A trial run for something you felt in your chest would be far from a one time event.

He didn’t tease you about the staring, didn’t even mention it for that matter. Just got comfortable on his knees up by the headboard, and soaked in the warm feeling of your gaze. Appreciating that he was being appreciated. He was uncomfortably hard, and it was taking all of his restraint to stop himself from taking you apart. The way you looked over him like he was something sacred was not helping anything, he wanted to worship you.

“Oh shit, wait- hand me my shorts?” He broke the brief silence and the trance he had put you in. You were confused, but still hooked a finger in one of the belt loops and threw them over at him. He slipped his annoyingly thick wallet from its permanent spot in his back pocket, opening it and slipping a wrapped condom from behind his ID like he had done it a thousand times.

“Good thinking.” You couldn't stop yourself from laughing, he had no idea how funny it was. Who does that anymore? How much of a slut was he that he just had that on hand? Leave it to Evan Myers to be over prepared in the least expected ways possible, as per usual. “You really keep one in your wallet?

“You’re lucky I do, arent ‘ya?” He smiled, making a show of biting the corner of the plastic wrapper and letting the tiny piece fall from his mouth wherever it landed. You rolled your eyes, joining him at the top of your bed. You watched him take the rubber from its wrapper, and you thought for a moment about offering to help but you landed on simply watching him roll it onto his cock instead. Enamored, vibrating with excitement.

The moment he was done, you captured his lips again. Hands on either side of his face, locking him where you wanted him. One hand cupping his cheek while the other crept upward into his hair. Tugging lightly, he sighed into your mouth and it only spurred you on to tug harder. You grinned when you got a growl out of it. He felt over your sides, previous gentleness beginning to falter as he grabbed at every curve. Slowly leading you into his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs. Cunt just barely brushing up against his hard cock through the covering of latex, warm and tempting.

The kiss barely lasted a minute before Evan couldn’t contain himself any longer and laid you back on the mattress, your head falling against the bunched up blankets at the end of your bed. He kissed down your neck with hunger, not staying too long in one spot. He didn't leave any marks, not without your permission, just tasted your skin. Took in every little sound you made. Not trying to tease, just savoring the moment.

“We can stop whenever the fuck, by the way. Tell me if I hurt you, or you’re not feeling it anymore, or it’s too much-” He paused for a second before clarifying. “and not in a good way.” Voice soft and sincere, this wasn't a reminder it was an order. He wasn't going to let you be uncomfortable under his hands. He wasn't going to hurt you unless you begged for it first. He knew that you knew that, he knew good and well that you trusted him. You wouldn’t have let him in otherwise. This was for his peace of mind.

“I will, promise.” You grinned up at him with reassurance. Looking over his oh-so-serious face, you had never felt more sure of a decision. Never felt more desire for him. How could you not when his big blue eyes seemed like they may swallow you whole, and his hands felt like they belonged in the curves of your body. “I trust you, Ev, you’ve got me. We’ll be good. Now please just fuck me.”

“Good manners.” He mumbled, wicked smile on his face as he attached himself to your neck again. A nice distraction from his cock at your entrance, thick head just barely teasing. Your hands remained in his hair and you were tempted to pull just to get him to move faster. A little tug for encouragement.

Slowly and carefully, he pushed into you. Giving you more than ample time to adjust to every inch he gave you. Too much time, almost. He wasn’t huge or anything, but the stretch on your insides warranted the waiting. Still, you needed more. You might have preferred if he’d simply done it all at one time instead.

You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath, letting him overtake you, until he was entirely inside of you. Thrust to the hilt. Until he pointed it out. Looking down at you, eyes scanning for any sign he’d messed up. Watching you like it was something he’d always done. In a way he had, always making sure you were safe. Why change that habit now?

“Breathe, hon.” He chuckled, broken up by his own shaky breathing. He took a hand and ran it over your cheek, finding it warm. Grinning to himself when you let out all the air in your lungs with one sigh and felt yourself relax. “You’re not gonna get anywhere like that.”

You just nodded, panting as you patiently waited for him to move. All conscious thought besides how full you felt slowly leaving your head. He didn’t have much more patience than you did, he couldn’t when you looked so irresistible. When the both of you had waited for so long. He let you get used to the feeling for as long as he could, and only as long as he possibly could.

There wasn’t even time for him to finish asking you if you were ready before you were begging him. Clawing at him, pleading with eyes fixed on his face.

He gave a shallow thrust, cautious. Watching you so very closely, and feeling so much satisfaction when the pleasure showed on your face. When your gaze left his, and your hands on his shoulders tightened their grip. Just the look he had been daydreaming about for so long. The same pretty face he thought about every time he looked over at you when you weren’t paying attention. Every time he let his thoughts wander.

He could not pull himself away from you, from watching your face. The warmth of your cunt around him, the heavy breathing between the two of you. It was hard to remember where he was, how he got here. The only thing that existed was you, and your body underneath his. Before you knew it, he’d set a nice pace. Face hidden in the crook of your neck, cock slipping into you so very nicely. Grinning at every sweet sound he coaxed from you. His hands balled into fists, grabbing whatever fabric happened to be closest.

“God damn, you feel fuckin’ good.” Evan growled. It was taking everything in his power not to overwhelm you. Not to rut into you like an animal. You were already whining, and squirming. Your cunt tightened around him, the adrenaline of it all only speeding up the orgasm that was already imminent. He felt it, each flutter and twitch. His hand snaked down your body, fingers trailing over your waist until he could reach between the two of you. Rubbing your clit with no warning, leaving the prior gentleness behind. You jumped. 

“Evan- shit.” Instinctually, you wrapped one of your legs around his waist, pulling him in furhter. Sparks flooding your core, head getting so fuzzed up you couldnt focus. You grabbed onto his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly between your fingers. You forced him closer, and suddenly all the sounds you made were so much more clear.

“What? What’s wrong?” Teasing, once again mocking. Fingertips swiping over the sensitive nerves, only nudging you closer and closer to the edge. Relishing in how your cunt swallowed every inch of him, how you tightened around him with every touch. A smile spread on his face, peppering little kisses just under your jaw.

“You gonna cum already?” He was laughing, breath softly hitting your skin as he led his kisses further down your neck. The rarely heard low rumble of his voice added on to your fluster, only pushing you further towards the edge. His words served to throw you over. “Don’t let me stop you, come on, sweet thing.”

Your whines became strained and silent, and your cunt spasmed around him. Only a couple of heavy thrusts of his later and you were coming completely undone. Clinging to him, caging him in with both of your legs around his waist. Evan gasped, doing his best to slow his speed despite the vice grip you had on him. Pussy so tight around him he nearly got lost in the feeling, he had to make an effort to give you a moment. “There you fuckin’ go. So good.”

Before he could even ask if you were okay, you were begging. A quiet “please just keep going” and a tug on his tshirt. He pulled back to look at you, admiring how utterly pretty you looked. Spaced out, staring back at him with pleading eyes that he could never deny. He nodded, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you upright against him. Manhandling you into his lap. This pushed his cock even deeper into you, the added pressure impossible to ignore. The weight made you shiver, grip on his shirt getting tighter. You couldnt tell if you were squirming away, or asking for more. It was a lot, at wasnt nearly enough.

“Oh fuck-” Evan’s hands found your hips, stilling your squirming and fidgeting. You couldn't help it, he was so much bigger than you thought. He was so deep. His cock his every little spot inside of you, stretching you out in a way it hadnt been before. “Wasnt sure you could take that.”

There was no time to get used to the change in position before he picked up right where he left off. Rolling his hips to meet yours above him, his strength becoming his greatest asset in a second. Not wasting a single second, not allotting you the time to prepare. This only served to his detriment, though, as his own orgasm wasn’t far behind. The new angle worked him up so, so quickly. Short groans and cut off gasps spilling from his lips.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you cried into the empty space of your room, earning you a hush. Mumbling in your ear that you couldn't quite understand through the vulgar sounds echoing off the walls. You steadied yourself on his shoulders, unsure you could stay upright without holding onto something. Even with his bent knees against your back to keep you up, he made you weak. The power behind his movements doing their best to throw you..

He pulled you into a kiss, sloppy and sudden. Swallowing every whimper and cry in an attempt to soften the noise so none of it could slip from the room. The last thing he wanted was the party downstairs to hear. He had given them an idea, not a picture. Something to gossip about, speculate on. Not a single thing more.

You were his in that moment, alone. His to please, to service, to feel. The assholes downstairs were doing nothing but falling over each other, likely arguing about the film that was long forgotten by the two of you, and you were getting cosy. Getting fucked so well he had to quiet you to make sure they didn’t know. They didnt deserve hearing what he had worked for.

There was no warning him of your second orgasm, as it snuck up on you so quickly you could barely hold yourself up. Your nails dug into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt, pressing your hips into his. Chasing the already blinding pleasure. Evan swore against your lips, unable to slow his own building release. The feeling of your cunt so tight around him wasn’t just pushing him to the edge, it was throwing him right over before he knew it. Muscles tensing, grip on your hips becoming bruising, he came so hard his vision got dark.

He sat there for a moment, the both of you panting against each other. He let his forehead fall to your shoulder, smiling with pride at what he’d done. What you had done. He was truly impressed it got this far, and even more impressed that you were still clinging to him and not ordering him to leave. He had fully expected to be evicted from your bedroom the moment he was finished, but no, you only snuggled in closer. He could feel you dozing, your body going limp against him.

“Nope- no, none of that. We gotta get cleaned up first, you damn rabbit.” He chuckled, rolling you over to the side and laying you down properly. You whimpered so sweetly when he pulled out of you, the loss of contact so grating now that you knew what he felt like. The only reason you let him stop is because you were so utterly spent.

He gave you a moment to rest while he dealt with the condom and grabbed a couple of towels. He’d grabbed the blanket from your bed to cover with on the off chance anyone saw him, but no one did. In the short time he was out of your room, he didn’t even hear a sound from downstairs. Figured they must have all fallen asleep, just as you were on your way to.

When he came back in he closed the door, softly this time, and slipped back into his boxers. He also pawed through your dresser to grab a pair of sleep shorts and an old tshirt he’d seen you wear around the house. You were doing your best not to doze off as gently wiped you down and he helped you into the clothes. He threw the towels and your still wet clothes into a pile on the floor, over by the door. He laid down next to you and pulled you into his side. Into his warmth.

“I’m glad you got beer poured on ‘ya. Those dickheads did us a favor.” Evan said simply, nudging your shoulder with his. You burst out laughing, so caught off guard by how sudden the statement was. Your face landed in his chest in an attempt to stop the ongoing giggles. Not that you didn't agree to an extent. It was just funny, how straight forward it was. He shook his head, one hand running through your hair.

“Shut the fuck up, I know how that sounds. You know what I mean by that.” He raised his voice but you could hear the grin in his tone. You did know, you knew exactly what he meant. There wasnt a chance in hell that this confession was going to happen without something triggering it. You needed an inciting event, and being bullied certainly was one. You didn't want to think about the reaction those boys were going to get from Evan once he came down from the endorphins.

As much as the earlier events just sucked, you felt the same way. You were beyond happy that this had happened. Even if it wasnt some movie scene of a moment, and you knew you werent anything serious, it was more than you ever thought you were getting from him. You had given up on ever even being noticed by him, let alone being in your bed after he gave you his all.

“Ugh. Should probably get some amount of sleep. Dont wanna be too tired tomorrow.” He sighed, reminding you of the plans that your brother had made for the following day. He was forcing you to come with them, but after this night with Evan, you werent entirely opposed if it meant you could spend more time with him. Something you simply didnt want to think about at the time. The only thing you could make space for in yoru head was the feeling of his skin against yours.

“Yeah..” You only snuggled in closer to him, getting comfortable in his warmth. Reluctantly bringing up the gathering downstairs once you remembered. You didnt want him to move an inch, let alone leave, but you knew he needed the reminder. “What about the guys? Are they not going to notice that you never came back? You sure you want to deal with that?”

He shook his head, fingers still combing through your hair. His heart melted when you leaned into his touch, happily accepting the little bit of intimacy. He had no worries, no doubt that every single one of them were either fully out or so drunk they didnt even remember he was there to begin with. “Nope. There's no way they're even conscious. I’ll figure out what to do in the morning.”

Prelude

It had been six months since everything happened.

Initially, they thought it was just another virus strain. Easy enough, right? They'd just come up with a new vaccine.

Until they really started examining the infected.

That was when they realized it wasn't a virus at all - it was a fungus. Metallagmenos Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, they said. Everybody else just called it the "Hangers virus", concidering infection usually resulted in the infected, at the end of their route, marching to hang off trees of their own will until their corpses rotted there.

It was some smaller fungus that had previously been known to only infect insects - that was, until, upon being studied in a lab and starved for the purpose of an experiment, that it mutated.

It started with one sample developing a taste for humans, and before long they all did.

The lab had gone radio silent for several weeks before a team was finally sent out to check on them. When they got there, they found that the entire crew of the lab had been infected - and Jesus christ, was it a horrific sight.

Evan had sat around his living room with his friends, all huddled around the living room watching the reports come out. They all remembered it clear as day - how could anyone who was there to hear it all happen not?

The rescue team had found bits of human remains smeared all across the walls and floors, corpses that had been ripped apart with dirty finger nails laying open and rotting on the floor, smeared in the gore of others along with other excrement provided from the better off victims, like feces and bile, were laying and smeared into their open crevices. And the worst part was that most of the bodies were still moving. Still writhing. Conscious? Certainly not - at least, everyone hoped. Nobody bothered to keep them around long enough to study them.

The whole places smelled utterly retched. The weeks of blood and shit and vomit had grown stagnant and began to rot themselves. Maggots and worms crawled over any viable surfaces - picking up who knows how many biohazards along the way.

The bodies were quickly taken and burned, not even given the chance to be identified. There was no point in it, everyone who had worked there was far beyond help - and even farther past goodbyes.

After that, the entire site got torched and furthermore, blown apart. They didn't want to risk whatever was in there getting out - or the other contaminants that had been exposed to insects for travel during the chaos.

The rescue team that had been sent in also became infected. They tried to study this group, it it ultimately lead to the same fate - torching them and the whole wing of the hospital they'd been kept in.

Weeks of horrible news coverage plagued the homes of North American people before the reports of civilian infections began coming out. And then, it became a worldwide phenomenon.

Grocery stores were sold out within days, scammers ran rampant - everybody expected to die. It was... hopeless. Nobody had known what it was like to feel so lost, never in any other experience was it so intense. So present.

The trio, along with Jessa, Jessie, Alex, and Steph, all threw in whatever they had to buy a place all together. The Bunker, they called it - Evan's idea, he insisted.

It wasn't a beautiful mansion, by any means. It was a little upstairs house with a massive basement, which they'd filled with all their unsold junk and made it a home.

And being all together wasn't so bad. It was kind of like a party all the time - only, they were afraid of dying at every turn. But. Aside from that.

As the world fell apart, roles were quickly established.

Evan took charge, dishing out assignments and plans carefully tailored to each members skills and limitations. As well as giving everyone self defense instructions and training them to fight.

Of course, such things were a last case scenario deal, concidering how contact usually meant infection - or to handle raiders, who had become rampant. He spent extra time with the women. Human trafficking had gone wild these days, especially targeting any woman they could get their filthy, nasty hands on. Death by infection was better than that hell, and they all would rather see their friends become a Hanger than to be taken.

Steph managed the atmosphere, doing her damndest to keep everyone afloat. Trying to keep them from deteriorating mentally before their physical bodies were through.

Jeff and Jessa together managed the grow room - a section of the bunker dedicated to growing food. It had been set up with florescent grow lights and dirt and all the makeshift equipment they could manage to scrap together. The first sprouts had finally come up a week ago, much to everyone's relief. Jessa swore on her life it was due to her candle spell, and the rest of the group handed over whatever wax they could manage to find. If Jessa had a better use for it, they wouldn't argue.

Jessie took to keeping track of whatever information she could find. She kept them in the know, gave them things to look out for, scraps of hope.

Vinnie managed their resources, from food to toiletries and clean clothes.

Then, there was Alex. Alex was given the occasional task, as Steph had instructed, to keep him busy and make him feel useful. But for the most part, he was allowed to just hang out with Sparky. He'd already lost so much and was handling all the trauma to terribly, and with no real help around anymore, they just tried to keep him as happy as they could. And really, he brought so much joy into their lives, they wanted him to feel the same.

Things were hard, but they figured themselves out as best they could. They built themselves a little home, and as long as they were all together, they figured they would be alright.

The inevitable demise of the group hung around at all times, ever present. Everyone tried their hardest to ignore it - do drown out the wonders of who would be the last to remain, left here all alone in the carnage.

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Credits:

> He's the kind of guy that it's like. A daily thing. But maybe that's just me because, unless it's a character that gives major ace vibes, I just can't imagine going 3 days without it LMAFO

> He usually does it in his house -> which includes just about anywhere, including the kitchen. Laying down, standing up, in the shower, wherever. Even off the back porch, occasionally.

> On rare occasion he will get off in his car or a public bathroom. But that's usually only when he's really built up.

> He doesn't have a lot of toys - but he definitely grabbed something from Spencer's once that he keeps hidden in his room

> Coming off that, his wet puppy eyes give me vibrator vibes. Idk

> FAST AND HARD. Like him (he is fast AND hard)

> He's loud. In what world is he NOT. Groams and grunts and whines and whimpers. God he's so loud...