warnings: decent age gap, reader has no survival instincts for plot convenience, no protection, and the fact that i haven’t written smut in such a long time, i feel like it’s not the best, but 👍👍
word count: 1,430
minors dni pls
The night was frankly, very boring.
Strolling around and seeing the art pieces that made you realize that you might’ve flushed $50,000 down the drain, but at least you got some good complimentary cocktails and horderves.
“You look bored out of your mind.” A man whispered in your ear from behind, almost making you look like a cat jumping away from a cucumber.
“I don’t like this bullshit… ‘cum on a canvas and call it a painting’ stuff either, it’s emotionle—“
“Technically it’s eliciting emotions from you by making you hate it. But maybe that’s just the art school in me.” You shrugged, turning to see a tall, blonde haired blue eyed man.
“Arts school? On daddy’s dime, huh?” He teased. “I wish.” You softly chuckled, shaking your head.
“Hm. Not a rich girl?” He asked. “I would’ve thought you were. Normally poor people don’t throw $50,000 into the trash like that.” He joked. “I have passion! I’m a starving artist!” You replied, softly chuckling and playfully rolled your eyes, not too offended at his teasing. “How’d you get in here? No offence, but I thought that looking at usele— very… meaningful, modern art was a rich person thing?” He asked, seeming genuinely more curious than insulting or gatekeepy, like most of the people here.
“They invited a student with a referral from their professor. And I was referred by my professor.” You answered. “What an insult.” He joked, you tried to shake your head and jokingly roll your eyes to dodge all of the tiny comments that made you slowly realize more and more you should’ve gone to business school, like your cousin.
“You just hate my future profession, don’t you?” You teased back. “Well, it’s the job that makes parents slowly nod and say ‘ahhh…’, so.” He shrugged, a smug smile on his face like he knew you were gonna laugh. “Ugh, I hate how true that is. I just wanna get out of here as soon as possible. It’s not boring, just terrifying.”
“You could get out of here with me.” He quickly replied, realizing he sounded way too eager. “I don’t even know your name.” You replied, coyly smiling. “Is that the only thing stopping you?” He asked. You shrugged. “I’m Lukas Matsson.” He spoke. “Now, do you wanna leave?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes playfully and chuckle at that. He was cornier than he let on.
“You intrigue me. Sure.” You don’t think he’d have the gall to murder you or something after being so chatty in the decency crowded gallery, so what did you really have to lose?
You knew something was up when he rubbed your knee in the car. And the way he kept glancing at your tits. And giving you “fuck me” eyes.
“You’re alright with coming to my apartment right? No pressure.” He spoke, not seeming to just be covering his bases, but actually not putting too much pressure on you. “Sure, what else do I have to lose?” You joked, he softly smirked and told the driver his address.
You should’ve been aware about the fact that he could’ve been rich, but he dressed so casually, and not just the “hello fellow peasants, I am like you” kind of casual the way most rich people dress, but he was in a really nice part of town.
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“Down for some random wine that people give me?” He asked, going into his wine cabinet, using his fingers to browse through several wines that would probably be a month's worth of rent for you, at the very least. “Gonna wine and dine me before taking me to pound town?” You joked, and as you silently cursed yourself for saying “pound town”, he chuckled.
“No, I’m just gonna wine you.” He answered, catching you off guard but still enjoying the banter. “So pound town is a non negotiable?” You joked. “Nah, we can negotiate that.” You didn’t know if he really cared this much about your consent or if he was just not trying to catch a case, maybe both, but you’d take it anyways. So far, he cared more about your consent than any person you’ve been with beforehand. Maybe you’d need to sign an NDA.
“I mean, if it’s a good journey to pound town, then I agree, but if I’m just gonna be a vessel, no thanks.” You teased, he softly laughed, picking out a bottle of wine and standing up. “I’ll make sure it’s enjoyable then.”
“Then I’m definitely aboard.” You softly chuckled, glancing at the ground and then glancing back up, Mattsson standing right in front of you, immediately leaning forward and kissing you, placing the bottle of wine on the marble counter with a soft clink.
His hands squeezed your ass, his semi-hard cock grazing against you, his hand found his way to your clit, rubbing it in somewhat rough circles, before stopping and his hand diving into your underwear, his slim fingers opening up your folds and feeling around for your slick, satisfied he grumbled a quiet, “So fuckin’ wet for me.”
“Could we move to the sofa?” You softly asked, snapping him out of his own head. “Huh? Oh yeah.” He answered, both of you scrambled to his couch, as you laid down, he placed his head between your thighs, his hands held your hips before his fingers dipped underneath the fabric of your panties, pulling them off your legs.
“You don’t seem like the guy who’s ready to eat a girl out at a moment's notice.” You flirtatiously teased, he paused for a second before breaking the brief silence with, “Not just any girl.” A similarly teasing smile but a slight, genuine look in his eyes.
That really shut you up, as you leaned back down, his mouth softly sucking your clit, his tongue and lips working together, his fingers moved around as he tried to find your entrance, quickly finding it, they dove in. You tried to resist the urge to clamp your thighs around his head, his beard softly scratching you as he ate you out, throwing your head back and moaning, you shut your eyes hard.
He was too damn good at this.
Within a few minutes he had you softly moaning about how you were about to cum, his mouth worked harder and his fingers thrusted in and out of you quicker, having you unravel faster than you ever have, he still worked his mouth and fingers even when your thighs squeezed the sides of his face, having you shaking.
He quickly pulled his head away from your core, the imprint of his cock ready to burst out from his boxer briefs. He slid them off quickly and you were a bit wary, his size was definitely gonna teeter on uncomfortable, and it was probably gonna stretch you a bit, little veins running up it, the pink tip leaking already. He opened your knees up once again and lined himself up with your entrance, “Tell me if it’s uncomfortable, ‘kay?” He spoke, after you nodded he slowly eased himself inside of you and to your surprise and delight, his size actually worked well fully inside of you.
“It’s good?” He asked, trying to suppress a groan. “Amazing.” You answered, he nodded and started to thrust inside of you, his cock curving upwards and hitting the deep, pleasurable bits inside you, he grunted and moved his fingers to your clit again, his hand resting on your pelvis as his thumb worked in circles, getting into the rhythm of it, he was eventually pounding into you, now using both of his hands to keep himself steady.
It was like a haze surrounded you, gripping onto his couch cushions and arching your back warned him of your impending orgasm, he noticed your inability to just sit still and take his cock, his hands pushed your hips down and continued to nail into you relentlessly, without any further notice, you constricted and finished around him, your breathing became shaky and every limb in your body felt like it was vibrating as he pulled out and came on your stomach, an impressive amount of warm cum hitting just underneath your belly button. His face looked like he just met god and his breathing became shaky as yours started to even out.
“Jesus.” He spoke under his breath. “Hardly anyone has been able to take me like that.” He muttered.
“Might have to pay for your tuition.” He added, in a tone you didn’t know whether or not it was a joke.
Maybe it wasn’t.
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a/n: lukas definitely has feelings for the reader and i’d be willing to maybe add onto this if enough people want that.
request: “OML your fix’s are so amazing! I can’t find many more Igby fanfics on this app, so would you mind writing some more? Maybe going out to the movies or just a late night talk with some fluff? No worries if not! Thank you 🫶🫶” — @romanroyapoligist
TYSM BUT OH MY GOD I DIDN’T OPEN MY INBOX FOR LIKE A MONTH AND DIDN’T NOTICE THIS IM SO SORRY OMG IM SO DUMB. 😰😰
Warnings: A joke about autocannibalism and a suicide joke (not about Igby or reader), other than that it’s tooth-rotting fluff.
(No use of pronouns.)
Word count: ~800
Playlist (album but shhh): DYKTTATUOB by Lana Del Rey — https://open.spotify.com/album/5HOHne1wzItQlIYmLXLYfZ?si=1JC1bL8VSleiuCA2_IGJtg
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The air was crisp and slightly chilly and the sky was rather grey, yellow and orange leaves laid around you.
“Ooooh, I’m Igby and I like watching my super underground movies that use autocannibalism as an allegory for capitalism!” You mocked him, your voice going far too deep to match Igby’s, but it made him scoff and roll his eyes lightheartedly, so it was a win in your books.
“Shut up.” He bumped his shoulder into yours, making you stumble slightly to the right. “Nuh uh, you know you love me for my witty comebacks.”
“Touché.” His hazel eyes narrowed slightly, a common habit of his, often paired with a little sly smirk, a very versatile expression, ranging anywhere from ‘scheming’ to ‘loving’.
The movie theatre air was very different from outside. Outdoors it was crisp and fresh, the small theatre’s air was heavy and smelled like every finance bro’s cologne muddled together, there was probably about 50 seats, none of them taken up yet.
“C’mon, toss the popcorn into my mouth, I know how to catch it.” He spoke, reverting to a goofier, almost tween-esque version of himself. “You know I can’t throw for shit, and I don’t wanna make a minimum wage employee kill themselves tonight.” You shook your head, glancing around out of the corner of your eyes to see if anyone was witnessing you and your boyfriend acting so juvenile.
“It’s literally like, two feet. Plus I’ll clean it up.” He replied, explaining the last part like it was obvious. You raised your hands up like you surrendered, picking up a kernel of popcorn and holding it in the tips of your thumb and pointer finger. You gave your best little toss and he caught it.
“I told you, I told you.” He spoke, if it weren’t for his little chuckle at the latter half of the sentence, you two would’ve genuinely sounded like a bickering couple to the three men who clearly just got off of work, entering into the miniscule theatre, same haircut more or less, similar slacks, similar graphic socks.
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Frankly, you had no fucking idea what that film was about, it seemed like the result of too much acid and Kafka, but you’d be damned if you said you didn’t at the very least mildly enjoy Igby being this talkative and passionate about something. You’d let him talk about this to your last breath if you just simply continued to hear his voice and opinions.
“So, you know how there was that bowl of fruit that they kept panning back to? That was actually meant to symbolize— wait I sound like an asshole, don’t I?” He stopped, looking at you for reassurance. “You could narrate paint drying on a wall and I would enjoy it, Igs. I only made fun of you because you’re a total babe.” Frankly, you were just happy that he allowed you to break down his cynical and reserved outer shell, to a delightfully immature and extremely sweet inner core.
There was a playful roll of his eyes after calling him a ‘babe’ that quickly simmered into a soft look in his eyes after the genuine words hit him, then a silence in the air that lasted a second that showed that he wasn’t used to that, he was used to ‘Yes, you sound stupid, let’s go back to small talk now.’. He let his body deflate on the sofa, essentially pleading for it to swallow him whole to make sure you didn’t see how flustered he was in that moment.
“Whatever. It was a shitty movie.” He replied with a dullness wracking his tone, you just shot a knowing look at him and he felt his heart nearly palpitate, his stomach churned in a ‘sickeningly in love’ way and his throat felt full of air.
Silence was something you’d grown rather accustomed to with Igby, it was very comfortable to say the least. You didn’t have to speak to enjoy your time with each other, the only sounds in your apartment (which he’d end up spending more than half his week at) were the ambient noises of your domestic activities.
Running water and bristles against teeth, the squeal of the floorboards, the slight squeak of the bed as you softly hopped into it, getting comfortable and watching Igby with a simple loving and warm gaze as he settled into the bed next to you, ready to drift to sleep alongside each other and wait for the cycle to repeat, like an old, married couple, or just talk endlessly until the sun rose and announced its presence through your windows, he’d be fine with either.
ik it’s the last day to do it but i hope ur still taking wedding related requests!
i have 2 possible ones lol
first, Tom Wambsgans x Reader
It’s his second wedding and he’s incredibly nervous about round two of marriage. He invited Shiv, expecting her to not arrive, but ofc she did. (Kinda a loose concept but idk lol)
second, Greg Hirsch x Reader
He’s greg, but he’s still a Roy. So ofc the whole fam is invited to his over-the-top, subtle luxury (not subtle at all bc again, Roy family) wedding that he just let the wedding planner put together. Kinda just wondering HCs for how the Roy siblings behave themselves, the venue, greg being nervous etc lol. And whether his future wife/partner also works at waystar/atn or if they have a “normal” job, maybe a vet or something (totally not specific or anything)
regardless of if you take these requests, CONGRADUFREAKINGLATIONS!!!! I hope your wedding is absolutely wonderful 🫶
Thank you for this lovely message 🥰 and I love the two scenarios so thought i'd write a few headcanons for each of our boys 🥳
Tom's Second Marriage X Reader Headcanons:
- It took Tom Wambsgans a long time to feel safe enough to open up to anybody after his divorce. A marriage founded on power imbalance and venom had left him scarred and scared, not sure if he was capable of sustaining healthy love without betrayal ripping it apart at the seams.
- And then he meets you. Kind and honest and straightforward and warm, and suddenly the thought of getting hurt again doesn't feel so bad. So he asks ATN's new weather girl out for dinner, and he doesn't try and pass it off as a work meeting, or make underhanded comments about being your boss, or any of the moves he might have pulled in the past. No, he's completely honest and tells you he's interested in getting to know you better, as a date, but he respects if it's too difficult a position because you work together. You can't imagine his relief when you accept his offer.
- Flash forward to a year of healthy communication, and supporting each other and building a solid foundation of trust that ensures your relationship could survive even the greatest quakes, and Tom would be back where he thought he'd never be again; down on one knee, holding a ring.
- Together you'd plan a small and intimate wedding, something close to your families, without any media coverage. Tom would lose sleep over whether or not to invite Shiv, until finally you tell him it's clear he needs to invite her to alleviate the guilt, assuming she wouldn't bother showing up.
- As the big days comes around, Tom waiting nervously at the top of the aisle, unable to contain his grin at the perfect summer day only you could have predicted, when suddenly a dark cloud shifts in front of the light in the shape of Shiv Roy. A cruel smirk is plastered to her face as she settles amongst his family, needlessly close to the front of the ceremony as the violins begin to pick up, signalling your arrival.
- As the two of you circulate the reception, overwhelmed with joy and well wishes on your perfect day, it would be you that took Tom's hand firmly in yours and dragged him over to address Shiv head on, genuinely excited to speak to a woman who had such an impact on his life. If Tom was caught off guard by her arrival, Shiv was flabbergasted by your genuine smile and friendly, straightforward tone as you thanked her for coming, and asked her about herself. She'd bluster about the amazing new guy she was getting very serious with, watching Tom closely to see him start to come unravelled, but instead all he'd be able to do is stare at you. His sweet, supportive, strong, intelligent bride, who sees the best in people but doesn't take their shit either. And he feels at peace, wishing Shiv all the best before leading you away to talk to his mother as she hands out glass after glass of their fancy wine, toasting to a marriage they all know is truly built to last.
Greg Hirsch x Reader Wedding Headcanons:
- Greg as a groom is absolutely hilarious to me, because it feels like something he has genuinely been dreaming of since he was a little boy. Yes he enjoyed his time as a disgusting brother, but meeting someone special, getting the chance to form a meaningful connection with someone other than Tom, and then having a giant party to show off how happy you two are, well than just feels like the best thing he could ever imagine.
- Working for a liberal online newspaper, you would have never imagined you'd be walking down the aisle towards the right hand man of the head of ATN news, but you know deep down Greg is not an unkind man, and being anything within his family is a daily struggle. So you love him for who he is, and accept him for who he's not, and know that his unwavering loyalty to you will continue to make him a better and better man as you spend more of your lives together.
- Despite being a very untalented public speaker, Greg will insist on writing and performing his own vows, a fifteen minute monologue about 'how dope you are' that he foolishly asked Kendall to co-author with him. Despite his generally cynical nature Kendall would be genuinely supportive of Greg's union, knowing how much joy and love a marriage can bring, and hoping his cousin doesn't repeat his mistakes.
- Roman would spend the wedding blatantly flirting with you in front of Greg to stir up trouble, but Greg has learned enough about Roman over the years not to be the least bit threatened, slipping a hundred dollar bill to the wedding planner at the last second to get his seat moved next to Gerri, a last gesture of kindness towards the strange little man, nothing in this world able to bring down his optimism today.
- Connor and Willa would be the life of the party, getting far too drunk and taking over the dance floor, getting to enjoy a much livier wedding than the one they ended up having, and being glad for a bit of fresh blood joining the Roy family, especially someone from outside their immediate social circle. Connor would insist on getting a gift outside the registry though, giving Greg an ornate antique sword that you actually kind of love and end up using to cut your cake that night.
- Oh Tom. He would be the worst kind of petty at your wedding. He's never liked you, for reasons he can't ever quite articulate but is clearly jealousy to everyone else, so seeing Greg publicly declare his love and commitment to you would have him turning into a complete bitch, backhanded complimenting everything about your day and trying to get in Greg's head every time you two have to part for a moment. Thankfully before Greg can get too rattled, Shiv would swoop in, sensing Tom's weakness and painting her affections as a way to make Greg jealous, which leaves Tom fawning over her all night long.
- Greg would be on the dance-floor until every other guest had gone home, gangly uncoordinated limbs wrapped around you for the whole night, clinging to the one person he trusts to actually have his best interests at heart, your loyal servant the rest of his happy life.
warnings: it’s basically total fluff, minus greg being rlly insecure (insecure greg truthers rise up), basically all comfort barely any hurt
author’s note: did i plan on writing this? no. did i listen to too much los campesinos and write it anyways? yes.
song inspiration: To Tundra — Los Campesinos
word count: 500
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Quiet nights with Greg were a must have. Gentle and intimate silence was like a second language to both of you, not even having to be asleep to enjoy the stillness and warmth of it all.
You knew you loved Greg from the time you first kissed, and even though neither of you verbalised it, you sensed it. It was like a prayer running wild throughout each other's brains like wind sweeping over a grassy field. Deep down, Greg didn’t believe how he got someone like you to love him. So he believed all of the soft “i love you”s he repeated in his mind were unreciprocated.
Something changed one night, though. Laying on your own respective sides of the bed, facing each other, your eyes grazed every centimetre of his face, you could’ve drawn him from memory. Greg’s eyes did everything to avoid yours, but how could he resist you? When eye contact was made, you almost spoke on autopilot.
“You’re very handsome, you know.”
He didn’t know, he didn’t believe. Instead of embarrassing himself by going the cocky route, or by sounding like an insecure 15 year old, he just didn’t speak. You moved closer to him, head resting on the first few inches of his pillow, close, but not uncomfortably so. “Seriously. Your nose, your doe eyes, your lips, and your dimples, dear god, I love your dimples. So wonderfully handsome.” You chuckled tiredly, his eyes gained happiness, but with a slight twinge of disbelief and his lips pressed together in a tight smile that looked like you were holding him for ransom.
You moved your head and pushed your lips against his, hand gently resting on a spot somewhere in between his jawline and neck. You pulled apart and didn’t even hesitate to say “I love you.” Greg’s face gained a slightly more genuine light, but a lack of blush, displaying the fact that your love for him was never an unknown thing, just one that wasn’t believed. Possibly, instead of doubting what you say, he could bask in the glory of having the most divine person he’s ever seen, and believed could ever exist.
“I love you too.” He spoke, it rolled off his tongue so easily, considering the phrase was nesting in the back of his throat, waiting to be set free. “I know you don’t believe me, but you’re one of the most fucking beautiful men I’ve ever seen.” It almost made your chest ache saying that. Inevitably, there was nothing you could do to make him believe that, and the knowledge of it pained you.
“I don’t.” He simply responded after a decent bit of hesitation. “I wish you could.” You added, a complete sense of truth behind your voice. “I know.” He tiredly replied.
As you laid on his bare chest, there was a set of glassy eyes watching the top of your head, your lack of movement aside from your rising and falling chest as you slept soothing him.
Maybe he’d start to believe you, at least he’d try.
the three times they wished they kissed you, and the time you finally did (igby slocumb, greg hirsch)
warnings: alcohol use, sex mentions (no actual sex), reader being decently obvious, nothing too crazy, mild mild hurt/comfort
authors note: mother bird has come to feed you some regurgitated worms. i was going to add roman or tom in here, but i was already taking so long to finish the igby part, and i’m scared of making them ooc. enjoy tho. <3 (it’s 3 am and im barely awake. 💀)
word count: 3k
playlist (if you’d like): romanticizing my delusionship— https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6rLX5L9fLuEWueJz6lVaem?si=6gPlbG7LRLKd6aq_eNfp1g
igby slocumb
number one
Settling in was harder than Igby thought. He really didn’t think about how moving across the country with no roots in that area, or really anywhere, would affect him emotionally, but at least he was in California. A benign concept to his still frazzled brain, but he tried his hardest to block out any negative emotion, he got what he wanted, and that’s really all that mattered to him.
He found himself getting attached to strangers he thought were interesting due to the scenarios he made up in his head, and you weren’t safe from that. He first saw you studying in a cafe he frequented. Deducing the fact that you were probably only in there due to the fact that it was a particularly hot and humid day, and you were clearly studying for something considering the textbook sprawled in front of you, and by the fact that you were going over old notes.
His eyes grazed your facial features, but certainly for too long, as you moved your eyes from your notes to the young guy staring at you from across the cafe, he casually glanced away, but it was obvious he was just doing it just to avoid a staring contest with a random girl about 25 feet away from him. You quietly chuckled and playfully rolled your eyes at the fact that he didn’t even try to hide his staring problem, eventually he got sucked back into making eye contact with you, your eyes darting down to the empty chair in front of you, then back to him. Beckoning him with just your eyes.
It’s not every day he was asked to sit down with cute people at cafés, so maybe he’d seize this opportunity to get to know you.
number two
Neither of you were truly used to such mild autumn temperatures, being from different parts of the country. The fact that you moved from the more northeastern part of the states made him cling onto you even harder, you knew what it was like to pack up and leave everything behind, and he respected you even more for that.
“So, how’s college going?” He asked, not really knowing what else to talk about as you walked beside each other.
“Ew, small talk? Seriously, Igby, I thought you were better than that.” You spoke, playfully. “But, yeah, pretty boring. Can’t complain, though, considering I literally signed myself up for it.” You added. The dry, crunching leaves serving as white noise.
“I don’t really know what else to talk about. I’m not going to rant to you about… fucking… Kafka, like your little college boyfriends.” He replied, playing up his annoyance for laughs. “No, my college boyfriends talk about Dostoyevsky.” You joked back.
The way you two clicked was different, and also something he wasn’t used to, unlike anyone else who came before you, your chemistry was different, it was better. It was effortless.
“Have you made any new friends?” You asked. “Why do you care?” He retorted, not used to actually being cared about. “Because I can’t be your only friend. Sometimes I’m concerned for your social well-being.” You shrugged. “Although from your reaction, it’s safe to say no.” You glanced over to him and saw as he playfully rolled his eyes in defeat.
You really got him there. You really were his only friend, even though he truly wished you were more.
number three
As college picked up, you couldn’t help but wonder if there’s a life outside of California that would be worth pursuing. After you graduated, of course. It was still probably a mistake to bring it up so casually, you invited him over to have a relaxing night with a good friend. Instead you watched as his eyes slightly widened and his lips slightly curled into a frown.
“What? I— Where do you even wanna go?” Igby asked, clearly getting defensive, if you truly put two and two together, maybe you’d know truly how much he liked you. “Texas, maybe. Possibly Arizona.” You replied, pretending to think about it in the moment, but truthfully it was consuming your mind most of the time. “Who do you think you are? You wanna make out with a cowboy or something? What’s even over there? Tumbleweeds?” He bombarded you with questions, making it sound like he made California.
You inhaled slowly, to keep yourself from getting too angry at him. “I just really don’t know if California is my forever state. God forbid I try something new.” His simple offended demeanour swapped for a somewhat agitated one, “It’s not about that, it’s the fact that you’re so willing to leave me behind, you know you’re my only friend.”.
“Number one, I’d only leave after I graduate, and number two, whose fault is that? I’ve spoken endlessly about how you need to get some more friends and guess who didn’t follow my advice?” You ranted, irritation taking over your voice. Igby was left speechless, words escaping him aside from: “I’m leaving.”
He would be lying if he said you didn’t look hot while angry, but maybe that didn’t matter much anymore.
number four
You didn’t know if you wanted to be able to completely forget about Igby or have the lack of stubbornness to be able to go and apologise yourself. In reality, you had neither. Which is why you ran to pick up your phone when it began to ring, and how you ended up at his apartment door at 2AM with your tail between your legs.
When he heard you knock, he immediately opened the door, he was clearly standing right behind it, waiting for you. His gaze was fixed on the floor, it was odd to see the boy who was so snide and cynical look like a kicked puppy all of a sudden.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten angry.” He spoke in a voice that made you sure he’d been crying. “You know I can’t stay mad at you either. But I really shouldn’t have said some of that stuff, either.” You slowly began to move towards him, asking him if you could hug him without verbalising it, eventually you ended up with your arms wrapped around him. “You’re very likeable, and I don’t know how people don’t cling to your side and beg to be your friend.”
He stayed silent for a few seconds, just taking in the warmth of your arms and basically basking in it. He used his socked foot to close the door behind you, in preparation for what he was about to admit to.
“I— you probably know why I said that stuff though.” He basically muttered, you didn’t answer in embarrassment, feeling like you should know. “Fuck, I… think I love you.” He spoke, a bit nervous to actually speak the three words he was essentially waiting to drop on you.
You didn’t even hesitate on pressing your lips to his, the kiss was magical, like how they described in the romance novels that made middle aged women swoon, it was abstract. Like warm hospital blankets, like rain in the evening, it was domestic and comfortable.
He attempted to slide his hand up your shirt, knowing what he was trying to do, you redirected it to your waist, the rejection not embarrassing Igby too much. He almost respected you for it more, you could be intimate without sex, and that’s truly what he needed at that moment.
Tender and warm, you two were utterly entranced with the kind of young love that elderly ladies comment about, and maybe Texas didn’t matter to you much anymore.
greg hirsch
number one
You found yourself sitting outside of the venue for the latest Waystar party, right on the last step of one of the staircases outside, the air was wet which signalled the fact that it was most likely going to rain soon. You heard the small taps of dress shoes behind you, getting closer.
“Uh— are you o-okay?” Greg spoke, you didn’t even turn around. Greg was a mere work acquaintance, someone you swore you would try and talk to more, but never really ended up doing so. He seemed kind enough from the brief interactions you had, though, so you really didn’t mind him speaking to you while you were trying to escape the party atmosphere, at least for a few minutes.
“Yeah. Just needed some space.” You replied. A small, awkward silence fell between you as the chatter from the party continued behind you two. “W-Would it be… Could I join you?” He asked, trying to sound confident.
You glanced up at him, a soft look in your eyes, but the rest of your face didn’t portray much. “Yeah.” You answered, voice getting slightly higher in an attempt to sound as non aggressive as possible. He awkwardly smiled and nodded, moving down to sit beside you. His long legs were almost against his chest, in an attempt to copy how you sat, you watched in silent amusement as he tried to move around and get comfortable, before inevitably just letting his legs just rest in front of himself, completely straight like toothpicks.
“Sorry if I’m intruding or anything.” He said, more so out of muscle memory politeness than actually apologising. “Out of all the people who could’ve possibly come and sat down next to me, I think you’re the one I hate the least. Don’t apologise.” You told him in a slightly monotone and tired, yet genuine tone.
He felt a light blush overtake his cheeks and his brain stopped functioning for a second, he was searching for any possible words he could string together to charm you like you just unintentionally did to him, but nothing came, he just stared at you like a scared puppy and let out a “Thank you.” that bordered on being muttered.
You didn’t really speak much on the steps, but there was a mutual sense that you didn’t really have to.
number two
“Er— y/n?” You heard Greg say behind you, you softly swung your desk chair around to look at him. “Do you wanna like… Come over after work? I’ve got a uh— bottle of wine and yeah.” The end of his sentence didn’t really sound like the end, sounding more like he just ran out of words. You nodded and gently smiled. “I’d love to, Greg.”
———
You knew that as soon as he uncorked the bottle it was never going to just be one glass. That was kinda just how wine worked, and at this point, you were tipsy enough to have no filter, but not enough to be full blown drunk, which meant you were both opening up about every little thing in your life like it was the end of the world. After a particularly deep question, you didn’t really know if there was much else to talk about.
Greg spoke up, trying to keep the conversation going anyway. “So… what do you think of like, ATN and st—“ “Could we save that kind of talk for the office? Not to be rude or anything.” You interrupted, Greg completely stopped and nodded. “I— yeah, yeah.” His voice got higher to show his non-confrontational-ness. “Sorry. I just swear I get a migraine when I remember what the company I work for actually stands for.” You joked, trying to cut the tension. “No, no. I understand.” He replied through an awkward chuckle.
There was a silence that was reminiscent of the night on the stairs but much more awkward. Greg took another chance to speak with you, “Have you, y’know… been in any relationships recently?” He asked, a realisation set in for you, the tone in his voice wasn’t casual enough. He liked you.
“Mmm…” You pressed your lips together and looked up in thought. “Nothing too recent, clearly. Dating in New York is weird.” You answered and looked at him to signal his response. “Yeah. Same. At least not lik—L-long term.” He rushed out, trying to lean back slightly on his sofa and look confident and suave, clearly you saw through it, though. The stutter not helping his case.
“Not gonna lie, that’s a bit odd to me. In my mind you seem like the kind of guy to either have a pretty decent girlfriend.” You stopped yourself from saying the last bit, but it ended up flowing out anyway. “Or fuck Tom. But either way you seem… Dateable. Compared to some of the people I’ve met here, at least.” You shrugged, feeling some of your own awkwardness come out of hiding.
He didn’t really know how to reply to that, he glanced down from your eyes to your lips then back at your eyes. He was feeling kind of lightheaded, your lips just looked too kissable, a thought which he knew wasn’t sparked from the alcohol, it was lingering on his brain for a while, fantasies about taking you out on a date and kissing you afterwards like a proper gentleman ran through his mind for most of the day, which was embarrassing to admit.
“Yeah cool, uh— you too!” He chuckled nervously, getting slightly sobered up by his own adrenaline. You just smiled and softly nodded, Greg felt something impending which never came to fruition. Your smile was like the whooshing of a guillotine through the air to him, he assumed it was you preparing to lean over and press your lips to his.
He was wrong about that.
number three
It was raining and you’d completely forgotten your umbrella like the idiot you are. It wasn’t just a tolerable drizzle, it was essentially pouring, Greg saw this as his opportunity to be in his own cheesy rom-com and offer to walk you home. Much to his surprise, you accepted. He really thought you’d just get a ride from one of your friends or get an Uber, but his heart definitely skipped a beat when you accepted.
His heart continued to skip beats when your shoulder would brush against his arm, he felt weird. He felt creepy feeling this way, but he really couldn’t change it. It was mostly silent aside from the occasional comment on how hard it was raining. You two knew how much you wanted to kiss each other, it was almost like if you tried to hold a normal conversation, you’d black out and wake up married to him with 2 kids in a typical suburban life.
His rom-com idea was cut short with you arriving at the front of your apartment. He didn’t even know if he could say goodbye without feeling a small ache in every inch of his body, but he did anyway. He stood looking into the glass of the front doors as you walked away, maybe you didn’t really like him in that sense. The only time you really showed clear interest in him was after 4 glasses of wine.
number four
You didn’t really know what you did to fuck up. Yeah, you two didn’t make out on the front steps to the entrance of your apartment, but you didn’t really know if that was grounds to stop talking to you. Honestly, you didn’t really know what to feel, so you defaulted to feeling pissed off at him.
Did you have a reason? Yeah. Kind of. Sorta. A little. Maybe.
In reality, Greg didn’t know what to say about that night. Was he supposed to apologise? Were you supposed to apologise? Did either of you have to? He had no idea. The need to kiss you was overwhelming at this point, if he saw a genie and only had one wish, kissing you would be the wish that rolled off his tongue in milliseconds. On the other hand, you were confused. Not really putting in any thought to thinking about what you actually wanted, you decided on closure.
The idea of your apartments being on the path to each other felt like divine intervention, but dear god was it hard to keep up with that lanky ass man.
“Greg.” You projected. Not necessarily a shout, but loud enough where he could hear you, you had very few people around so that was a plus too. His body completely took over and he immediately stopped and turned around to see you borderline running to catch up with him.
He didn’t know if he should’ve turned back around or stayed, but it felt like he was being weighed down, his feet completely anchored to the sidewalk and he watched you with a sympathetic and anxious look as you finally reached him.
“Fuck. I really didn’t plan what I was going to say. What did I do to you? You’ve been avoiding me like I fucking— killed your mom or something!” The frustration that came out shocked you, but you still spoke at a reasonable volume. “I— honestly, I don’t know.” He answered, realising he didn’t know why he stopped talking to you, cold turkey.
“I think that’s the worst part… I— do you even like me?” His voice had both an anger and sadness oozing out of it. “Of course I like you—.” You replied. “No, you know in what capacity I’m talking about. You don’t know how much you fucking affect me, y/n, just…” He trailed off, his typical anxious stutter gone.
You held the signature somewhat awkward pause that always graced your conversations and nodded. “You’re right. I know what you mean. And if you don’t fucking kiss me right now I’m going to go insa—“ He didn’t even wait for you to finish before he dove down and pushed his lips against yours in a very new display of confidence. His kisses weren’t very skilled, but fulfilling nonetheless.
He pulled back and looked down at you, your lips slightly rosier and held a look of ‘did I just fuck up?’ in his eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry.” He spoke, his breathing heavy and quick, slowing down when he remembered you asked him to kiss you, and when he saw your extremely happy smile.
“Don’t you dare apologise, Greg. Kiss me again.” You chuckled, cheeks slightly pink and your voice filled with a lightness that eased him. You didn’t have to ask him twice and he bent over, much more gently, and kissed you again.
Authors note: reader is decently shorter than Greg in this (under 6’). i want to actually write a full fic but i get like, 3-4 paragraphs in and im like “not enough dialogue arghhh” but whatever. i’ll probably write the nsfw one later.
Warnings: Alcohol mention and that’s basically it.
W.C.: 2.2k
Playlist (if you’d like): my romanticized idea of a real person— https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1UtNchOFEaGUW6puUeVf0q?si=2r9wzpH4Sx2M21v3uV60bw
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He would probably be quite nervous to show physical affection more intimate than a hug for a bit, he doesn’t wanna overstep any boundaries or anything. As soon as he’s comfortable with you? Strap in. He would be kinda awkward showing any affection in public, (we all know what happened when he went too far in public 😭) aside from holding hands or a kiss on the cheek, but in private you would have to pry his hands from you. He really loves physical affection and how close it makes you two, physically and emotionally.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He’d be the sweetest best friend ever. You’d probably be acquaintances through work and would end up having to work with each other at some point, you two would get along like a house on fire and you’d be one of the only people who isn’t actively rude to him.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
C’mon. This man loves to cuddle. People typically say he’s the little spoon, but I think you’d switch. He really loves it when you’re the big spoon, I mean, how could he ever say no to having your arms wrapped around him? (That’s rhetorical, he can’t.) I also think he might like to occasionally be the big spoon, though, he’s glad that you don’t make him feel resigned to it, though.
Sometimes you might not even spoon. I think he’d also love it when he puts his head on your chest and sleeps like that. He would melt if you ran your fingers through his hair while laying on you, too.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
I generally think he’d like to settle down sometime. However, I don’t think he can do much cooking and cleaning. He’d probably try to cook and clean for events, especially your birthday or valentine’s day. He probably bought a cookbook with a bunch of pretty simple recipes and is improving in the cooking department, but I don’t think he could wash the dishes without breaking a cup, so he probably just politely asks you to do dishes, and probably vacuums or something.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I don’t think he could end a relationship super easily. I feel like he might do it over text, just because he knows that he’d struggle to get the correct words out. I also feel like he’s willing to just resign himself to an unhealthy/unhappy relationship for a bit, just to push off ending it. Just know that if Greg breaks up with you, you REALLY fucked up. 💀
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He’d love to get married! He’s definitely fucking horrified for the proposal, though. He’d probably know pretty quickly in the relationship if he’d like to marry you, but would wait like, 3 years bare minimum to propose. I think he’d probably propose around 4 years. He probably planned it really well, though.
He’d definitely take you to a spot you really enjoy (and could get nice photos in). He’d definitely start crying when you say yes, he’s so grateful you’re willing to spend the rest of your life with him and he swears he’ll never take you for granted.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He’s a Great Dane in a human suit. He is so incredibly gentle. He never wants to hurt you, he definitely feels lucky to just be in your presence.
This man probably struggled to kiss you properly for the first time, you really wouldn’t find him getting too rough with you. He might find himself underestimating his own strength, though. He would definitely squeeze you a little too tight on occasion.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He’d hug you 24/7 if it was possible. Unfortunately it isn’t.
He definitely has bear hugs when it comes to you, though. If he’s VERY excited and happy he definitely would pick you up, sorry, I don’t make the rules. (He probably did after you said yes to his proposal.)
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
You would have to say it first, but Jesus Christ, this man was thinking it for a very long time. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he loved you. He’d basically cut you off in the middle of saying it, he’s just so eager.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Slightly jealous. I think it would take a lot to actually have him act on it, though. He trusts you with literally everything he has, and although he’s quite insecure about himself, he knows you love him, and that’s all the reassurance he needs.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Inexperienced at first, but he’s a quick learner. Had a few high school relationships, but nothing major or super long term, so he’s not super experienced. He loves little cheek, nose or forehead kisses, though.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He loves children, and children love him. He’s just the gentlest, especially around babies. He can be a bit nervous to interact with ones he just met, but any young kids in his family definitely love him so much. (Mostly because they like to get up on his shoulders, but he barely trusts himself to let them get up there.)
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He’s super groggy like every morning and begs you to just stay in bed slightly longer, and it’s really a coin flip if you say yes or no. He’s genuinely eternally grateful if you make breakfast, especially if you make it a routine. Mornings with him are quiet, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He probably likes to have discussions with you about literally anything that comes to mind while you’re both cuddling and are beginning to fall asleep. He loves it when he hears a sleepy laugh from you and your words start to come slower, he finds you especially cute when you’re on the edge between awake and asleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He probably doesn’t want to scare you off by complaining about day-to-day things, nonetheless his childhood and whatnot. Get him a solid 2-3 drinks in, though, and you’re going to know basically everything about his life.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
I mean, he’s Greg. You could bludgeon him with your own two hands and his last words would be thanking you.
Once he feels more comfortable about opening up to you, I think he opens up to you about how disrespected he is at work, and you’ll hear a decent amount of his anger, he definitely apologises for talking to you while angry. You have to reassure him that you’re glad he feels safe enough to rant about things like that to you, and how it’s better than keeping his emotions bottled up.
So yeah, he doesn’t like showing you his angry side.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
I think he’s one of those people that stores those tiny details about you in his brain and surprises you with the small things you like. How you enjoy your coffee, your favourite chip flavour, favourite colours, favourite animals, favourite literally anything.
R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
He has too many, but after your second date he was too scared to kiss you, you two were in the stairwell of your apartment and you saw him looking down at you with those eyes that were practically begging you to kiss him. You moved up two steps on the stairs to reach him and kissed him. He was just completely amazed by you.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He thinks that being too protective of you is weird, you’re not a little unassuming object that people are trying to steal from him. You’re a grown adult. I do think that if someone was actively harassing you though, he might surprise himself and punch them. He probably has more strength than he knows, and it really shows in that moment.
He would literally fall for you so much harder if you stood up for him at work, you’re literally risking your job just to make sure he doesn’t feel like crap?? Oh my god??? He’s getting lightheaded. (Anyone who you stood up to probably just laughs it off, though. You’re just a lowly employee.)
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
His thoughtfulness really comes in here, you mentioned you specifically liked one restaurant to a coworker while he was in the room? He’s mentally making a reservation. He loves to give you little gifts (and as his paycheque increases they continually get more expensive). All in all, he really tries, and he loves making an effort for you!
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He’s really clingy and depends on you for his happiness and confidence a lot of the time, meaning you’ll have to take on his emotions a lot of the time.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He’s lowkey felt insecure about his looks since high school. He’s not super concerned about his looks, he got his haircut to feel someone touch his head, not to look nice.
I also think he thinks you’re the most attractive person on earth whether or not you put effort in. He could see you walk out the room with a fever, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, in a kinda gross hoodie and sweatpants and makeup smudged all over your face and still be like “awww, they’re the cutest. 🥰🥰”.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Yes. End of sentence.
Kinda going back to letter U, but yeah. He knows he should be able to stand by himself emotionally, but he doesn’t really know if he can. (He probably begged literally everyone higher up for either you, or him to switch desks so he can be beside you all day.)
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
The first time he realised he loved you, he stuck by your side like glue the rest of the day, he was stuck imagining what the rest of your lives would be like together. (In an endearing way.)
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
To be honest, I don’t really think there is much. He’s quite accepting of your flaws, even glaring ones. He’s just glad you’re dating him.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He probably had insomnia before he met you, he was so embarrassed about his sleep schedule and never told anyone the truth about how much he slept, and now he has a semi-decent one with you. He really can’t sleep well without you, though. Any family trip? You’re coming along, because he really doesn’t wanna function on 3 hours of sleep again.
this takes place after he ran off bc he deserves it <3
warnings: like 1 mention of sex but that’s it, igby being insecure as hell, my lazy ass writing 💀
w.c.: 851
pre-relationship
• this boy really wasn’t expecting to fall in love so quickly again
• he obviously notices attractive people, but it typically doesn’t go further than a date or two, maybe a one night stand
• when he realises he really likes you, frankly he’s terrified
• he’s already dealt with one situationship running off, his ego would be completely decimated if you did too
• so he pushes down his feelings and doesn’t tell you, but honestly, he’s terrible at hiding it
• he would physically need to stop himself from staring at you for too long, and he doesn’t even realise how lovingly he looks at you
• so yeah, even if you aren’t completely sure, you have a general idea of how much he likes you
• eventually when his feelings for you would get too heavy, he’d start ignoring you
• again, this boy has some anxieties about you leaving, not even mentioning his already existing self esteem issues
• but anyways
• you’d obviously get a little pissed at him for basically just completely ignoring you, not knowing about his past ofc
• so when he does confess his feelings, it’s a big deal
• obviously he’s not hauling you to a 5 star restaurant and sprinkling rose petals on a fancy hotel bed, but it’s a big deal for him
• it probably comes after a bout of him wanting to see you again, then ignoring you for a bit again
• and you show up to his apartment and get into a squabble about how disrespected you feel and how if he just wants to leave, then you can just stop talking
• then he probably starts crying because that’s literally his worst fear (he’s hiding his tears tho because 🎶boyyys don't cryyyy🎶)
• and you immediately stop because you didn’t want to go this far
• and he starts dropping small hints about his past with sookie and how scared he is to lose you, and how torn he is between pushing his feelings for you down and his crippling fear of abandonment
• then you comfort him and let him know that you’d be open to dating him (as long as he stops ghosting you, off and on again)
• bing bam boom ur dating
dating
• he really starts to unravel his “i need to be witty and sardonic 24/7” persona and allows himself to become SLIGHTLY more tender with you, of course with an igby flare
• after you comforted him, his fear of you leaving eased up a little
• obviously it didn’t disappear overnight, but he realised that if you were going to run off, you probably would’ve done it one of the many times he’s ghosted you, or during the night you two fought
• you’re still there, though!!! so that’s a win
• he doesn’t really plan dates, he either spots you out and about and just joins you on whatever you’re doing, or he calls you up day of and asks if you wanna go out (you’ve gotten used to it)
• mentally, he convinces himself he’s the big spoon, but as soon as you two start to cuddle and fall asleep, he’s curling up on top of you, his head on your chest
• if you gave him any kind of nickname he’d pretend to hate it
• like, you’d probably just be like “hey igs” and he’d be like “yuckyyy ewww” but internally he’d be squealing and kicking his legs in the air like a schoolgirl
• he literally loves anything you do
• not even work or interest related, he just watches you do anything and is in love
• brushing your teeth? what a cutie. washing the dishes? you’re so responsible. sleeping? in the least creepy way possible, he could watch you sleep forever.
• he would NEVER say that out loud, though, he doesn’t really express love through words. he just looks at you with those little puppy dog eyes of his.
• he has a really hard time expressing his love for you at all, but you sense it.
• i think the closest he could get to it though would be a mixture of quality time and gift giving
• HE doesn’t plan dates, but if you wanted to plan something, or even just ask him to do something with him asap he’d be sprinting to your apartment
• he’d probably give you small gifts and not really take any credit for it
• small things, like your favourite snacks, or something that fit your interests, like a stuffed animal that reminded him of you, it’s yours
• and when you thank him he’d be like “yeah it’s whatever” but he’d also be all heart eyes
• he’s not really one for pda, he doesn’t really have anything for or against it
• he’d probably hold your hand or whatever, but i feel like full on making out is too much for him
• he does really like being close to you, though. he mainly just saves it for when you two are alone
• he’s also still healing from his “sex = love” mentality he had
• and even after that and all of his insecurities and fears, he’s still a wonderful boyfriend, just in his own, igby slocumb way.
Warnings: Virginity loss, shameless breeding kink, corruption kink, age gap (I imagine reader as 18, so legal, but not moral.), very dub-con, Kai calls you a “little girl”, Kai being sexist as hell bc he’s Kai lol, idk if i’m missing any, plz forgive me 💀
Author’s note: A ‘porn with barely any plot’ fic I wrote in like an hour that I barely proofread, enjoy. 👍👍 (Kai is as nice as he can get in this.)
W.C.: 1.2k
18+
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Nobody respected me in the cult. Whatsoever.
I felt it deep in my bones, I didn’t really know if it hurt me or if that’s what I should’ve expected joining a group based on murder, when even I knew I couldn’t bring myself to hurt someone. It was a miracle they even kept me around, and even I didn’t know why they did.
After another meeting, I felt Kai place his hand on my shoulder and mutter something in my ear about having a meeting in the basement, and all of a sudden, I knew it. He was either going to make a move on me, or kill me. Maybe both.
Eventually we ended up in the basement, the door closed and locked.
“I think you know why we’re down here, don’t you?” He asked, condescendingly.
“I’m not too sure what to think anymore, divine ruler.” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady to give an heir of confidence. He let out a short, menacing laugh. “Oh, you know why. You’re too docile to kill anyone, the only reason I’ve kept you here is because you are the one who will carry my child, my messiah. No debate.” My head spun a bit at his intimidating tone.
I silently nodded. There really was no debate, begging would do no use and there really was no leaving the cult, apart from in a body bag. “God you’re perfect. If I’d met you earlier you would’ve probably had a ring by now. I’ve always wanted a woman who submitted to men, like you.” He spoke through a smug smile, standing up and walking over to me, gazing down at me.
“Have you ever fucked a guy before?” He asked, even though he probably knew the answer to that question. I shook my head, looking up at him, “No, divine leader.” I softly muttered. As soon as those words fell from my lips he dove down to my level and began making out with me, his tongue sliding its way into my mouth, my inexperience showing itself to him.
Eventually we broke apart and he looked at me with a mundanely terrifying smile, which completely scared me. “Strip.” He commanded. I stood up and began to nervously undress which amused him completely. Amused might even be an understatement, he looked at my bare body with what could only be described as the complete embodiment of lust, my trembling shoulders enticing him.
He walked over to me slowly, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his underwear down to just under his balls, his cock springing free. “Lay down.” He spoke, his tone became more smug but softer in a way, as he knew I would follow his orders. And I did. I laid down, the cold floor startling me, making me shiver for a split second.
“I’m going to be nice to you, sweetheart. You’ve been so compliant, I’m going to start off slow.” He told me, sounding like he wanted to win an award for ‘Not The Meanest Cult Leader Ever’. “Thank you, divine leader.” I spoke, not trying to make him angry and lose out on the not-so-painful impregnation he was about to perform. “Such a sweet girl, Jesus.” He was kneeling over my body, knees right next to my neck, and he began to push his cock into my mouth, the odd, slightly unpleasant taste coating my mouth.
He slowly pushed it in until he reached my throat, I coughed around his dick, certainly feeding his ego. He began to speed up, him thrusting into my mouth and me trying to hold back gags and coughs, until he stopped, pulling out of my mouth. “I’m saving my cum for your pussy.” He chuckled, smugly. He stood up and kneeled by my closed legs, pushing his hands between them and pulling them apart.
“You have the prettiest pussy, I can’t wait to see it stuffed full.” His colourful speech slightly shocked me, but I laid there, almost catatonic. He was slightly displeased with my lack of thanking him, but pushed his fingers against my clit anyways, making small circles.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good, my toes twitched, almost curling in repressed moans, the most noise I let out was small whimpers as he continued to play with my clit, he moved his face up to mine, placing another kiss on my lips. “You’re so adorable, I don’t know why I haven’t made you do this before.” He chuckled, one of his fingers entered me and I arched my back, squealing quietly.
He pumped his finger into me deeper and explored me, trying to find the spots that made me moan. “You’re so tight, I don’t know how I’ll even fit inside you.” He laughed, darkly. Before I could orgasm, he pulled his finger from my hole, I panted and just looked up at the ceiling. I felt his cock enter me, I gasped at the sensation of him stretching me out, and the new feeling of a cock inside of me. Even he had to pause for a second, but the break didn’t last long, as he began to slowly push his dick fully into me, making me squirm and let out slightly louder moans.
“My god I love corrupting little girls like you, I love feeling the stretch of virgin pussies, but fuck I’ve never felt a pussy strech as perfectly for me as yours has. You’re made for me, you little cock slut.” He spoke while grunts interrupted his dirty speech. My breaths were shallow and filled with pleasure as he pumped himself into me, continually getting faster and harder, his balls slapping against the skin of my ass.
He let out a low groan as he filled me up completely with his cock, he moved to push my thighs against my chest and my calves over his shoulders. “I can’t fucking wait to see your tits fill with milk and your stomach swell with my messiah.” He panted, slapping one of my breasts as he continued thrusting into me deeply.
His pace started getting unsteady and sloppy, in limbo between getting faster and getting slower. He started pounding into me, primal grunts filling the room. His fingers moved to my clit again, doing the same circles he was just doing moments ago. “Fuck… Cum with me, sweetheart. You’ve been so perfect.” He panted out.
I felt myself reach my peak, euphoria wracking me as I clenched my pussy around him, feeling him bury his cock fully inside me, unmoving as he filled me with a large load of cum, staying inside me to not let any leak out.
He looked down at me and smirked. “Don’t think we’re done just yet, dear.”
