#Stan Bowes pose

[evanpfics]

My Sweet Boy - Stan Bowes

Stan Bowes x Fem Reader (smut)

Summary: you and stan have been secretly seeing eachother for a few months, you love eachother deerly. One night you guys stay in a hotel together and things get heated, but stan feels a little insecure during it so you help him out. Not proof read cause im lazy.

W A R N I N G S : oral ( both recieving ), praising, PinV, overstimulation, softdomtosub fem , subtodom stan, insecurity, possible triggering topics, cussing, smut to fluff , aftercare, let me know if i missed any or made mistakes in the story.

Keys jingled as Stan unlocks the hotels door. As soon as you entered you plopped down onto the bed while Stan take off his coat and hangs it if the wooden hanger next to the door.

He makes his way next to you and your lips locked as soon as he sat beside you. You slowly started to unbutton your shirt as his left hand held the back of your head pushing you closer to him as his right is feeling around your thigh.

You are left topless wearing only a black lingerie bra. You start to reach your hand out to feel for the buttons on stans shirt as he grabs your hand quickly but softly and holds it as he leans onto you, pushing you onto your back as the kisses get sloppier.

He breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes as he lets out a small smile.

“Give me a moment, my love.”

You nod softly as he kisses you on the forehead and exits to the bathroom.

You position yourself comfortably awaiting his return to continue what you have been waiting for.

Stan’s POV

I make my way into the bathroom feeling more anxious the longer I stand there.

I unbutton my shirt allowing myself a good look in the mirror criticizing each portion and aspect of my body.

The more I look around my body the more reasons I find to hate it even more than before.

I let out a worried filled sigh as i grab onto the extra chub around my stomach, only becoming more critical.

I button back on my shirt before sleeking my hair back with my fingers nervously before exiting out the bathroom.

Readers POV

You can hear Stan coming back to the bedroom and your heart runs fast with excitement.

He crawls onto the bed before moving over you, now hovering over you, he places a kiss on your cheek.

“I like being with you, I love you y/n, I really do.. but-“ he says hesitantly before being cut off.

You cup his cheek rubbing your thumb against his shockingly smooth skin.

“But what? Did I do something?” You asked worryingly.

“No, no! Not at all.” He grabs your hands before kissing them.

“I just,.. I’m worried I’m not in the right shape to really fufill your needs, love.”

You close your eyes before kissing him reassuringly.

“Listen Stan, i love you. Your all I want and more baby, trust me. You don’t need to worry about your body near me.” You say as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He gulps shakily, you can see it trail down his throat with his adams apple slightly bobbing.

You kiss him passionately before he allows you to move on-top of him.

You position yourself on his lap as he lays down on his back. You move your hands down his throat gently before trailing them down along his shirts buttons. You slowly start to unbutton them staring into his eyes after each one to make sure he’s comfortable.

You can see visible doubt on his face making sure to smile softly at him to give him some sort of reassurance as you continue to unbutton.

You move the sides of his shirts revealing his chest.

You trail your hands down them softly before moving them back up.. then down again. Repeating this motion until he seems less tense.

You place soft kisses on his neck before finding his soft spot, nipping at it while leaving gently kisses afterwards.

You can hear soft groans coming out of his mouth before trailing your kisses and bites down his chest leaving behind love bites. Marking him.

You can feel himself harden up against you as you slowly grind yourselves against one another.

You stop, leaving him to exhale from the loss of pleasure as you move yourself lower.

You unbuckle his belt and move his pants down to his thighs.

His worry grows stronger.

You leave soft kisses near his v-line gesturing that all will be okay, and to just enjoy himself.

He shifts a bit allowing himself to get more comfortable.

You can see his hardened dicks outline inside of his boxers. Begging to be let free.

You play with the elastic around his boxers lifting it then letting go letting a small snap sound echo through out the room.

Teasing him.

You can see him become more needy for your touch as slight visible frustration forms on his face.

You decide to stop messing with him for now and move his boxers down allowing his cock to spring up.

You bite your lip a little surprise from the length and girth.

You place your tongue at the bottom of his length moving up to the tip.

He exhaled slightly.

You place your mouth on the top of his cock swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip.

You can feel his hips squirm a bit. Letting out small grunts.

“How sensitive.” You thought. Though it did make everything more interesting for you.

You laid your tongue flat against his tips hole slowly moving it as you start to take more of him inside your mouth.

You can see him lifting himself up on his elbows examining you as you pleasured him.

You bobbed your head up and down his shaft making sure to toy with his sensitive tip with your tongue.

He started to lightly thrust his hips farther into your mouth getting more and more desperate to finish.

You remove your mouth from his cock letting him let out a small wince.

You placed your hand on his now drenched in spit member as you slowly moved your hand up and down his hard on.

You can hear his breathing become more heavy as he leaned his head back rubbing his eye with the back of his hand just to knead his eyebrows.

His mouth hanged slightly open allowing his soft moans to escape any chance they could.

You picked up the pace of your strokes placing your thumb on his pre-cum dripping tip rubbing it back and fourth against its hole.

You can feel him start to thrust his hips into your hand growing more impatient to release.

He looks up at you looking more closer to releasing with a soft look in his eyes, he always had a “sweet caring” look to him.

He slammed his eyes shut grinding his teeth slightly allowing his moan become slightly muffled as he came all over your hand.

His hips continued to ride out his finish until he became too sensitive to continue moving. You waited.

Once he finished you removed your hand licking up his cum staring at him. You can see his body flinch a bit whenever you licked along his sensitive parts as you cleaned him up.

You smiled at him while moving above him.

“You did so good my sweet boy.” You said as you kissed him. He could taste himself as your tongue entered his mouth exploring.

He took advantage of this as he started to take slight charge in the kiss which surprised you slightly. You can feel a smile form along his face as his kiss with you deepened.

You allowed slight moans escape into his mouth only making him wanting more.

He broke the kiss before staring into your eyes.

“I want to make you feel good, so fucking good. If you’ll let me.” He sounded so confident yet still wanted to make sure you were okay with his every move. His main focus was you.

You nodded as he left kisses along your neck trailing down your collar bone, above your clothed breasts, and onto your stomach.

He made sure he nipped slightly at your stomach making it jolt back ever so slightly as you let out a small groan. He removed your skirt completely as he did so.

He rubbed his hands along your thighs admiring your whole body completely. He was lost in it.

He gulped shyly before staring at you then back at your lower half removing your panties making sure you were okay. He was still sort of worried about being able to please you to your satisfaction, but he didn’t hold that over himself too much.

Once your lower half was completely exposed he positioned himself with his head infront of your heated core and your legs over his shoulders.

He looked at you for reassurance to keep going before diving in. Wasting no time.

You felt your legs tense up as his tongue flattened against your cunt. Licking up and down in a swift motion.

You bit your lip letting out small moans as he took it as a sign to slowly speed up.

He licked circles around your clit causing you to slowly hump against his tongue.

He let out a soft groan, you felt the vibration from it around your clit making you more crazy. You leaned your head back. “Stan..” you moaned.

He would kitten lick your clit, draw circles with his tongue on it, just to flatten his tongue against your cunt moving it slowly before repeating the process.

His every move sent you closer and closer to the edge causing you to squirm.

His grip on your hips tightened hard enough to leave bruises. His thumbs rubbed against your hips making sure you know he doesn’t mean to cause you any harm in case he does so.

You can feel his tongue travel into your cunt slowly starting to go in and out of you rhythmically.

Your slight humping only became more intense as you slammed your eyes shut leaning your head back letting out mesmerizing moans.

“F-fuck.. stan please.. please I’m so close.” You whimpered.

He let out a “mm” sounding sound causing even more vibrations as his tongue was already thrusting into you. This drove you over the edge and he knew it would.

Your orgasm finally hit which caused you to let out moans echoing around the room. You didn’t care if anyone else could’ve heard.

You rode out your high against his tongue as he stared back up at you.

He cleaned up your aftermath with his tongue making sure he drove his tongue over your overstimulated clit time to time as he cleaned you up to tease you just like you did to him.

He leaned himself above your face going back into a passionate kiss just as before. You both could taste each other in this kiss which you found oddly arousing.

Your mouth opened slightly allowing his tongue to roam within your mouth. He nipped at your bottom lip causing you to groan into his mouth.

You can see that he was hard. Again.

He slowly started to jerk himself slightly before lowering his overstimulated tip. Rubbing it against your overstimulated clit. You both let out slight moans from both slight pain. More pleasure than pain.

He looked down at you breaking the kiss waiting for any sign of permission to continue what he had planned.

You nodded slowly before he leaned back into the kiss.

He positioned the tip of his cock in the front of ur entrance before slowly sliding in.

Both of your past finishes made it way easier to slide in without any interruptions.

He broke the kiss leaning his nose and forehead against yours slightly before biting his lip.

“Fuckk, your so.. tight.” His moans made it only harder to finish his pleasurable remarks.

His hand moved to intertwine with yours making sure not to put to much pressure on it as his other hand guided down to your hip. Allowing him to thrust in and out of you faster and steadier.

Lewd sound filled the room which only made you more aroused. His grip tightened as his cock slided in and out of you, almost exiting completely, before pushing his whole member in.

You leaned your head back from pleasure allowing him full access to kiss and nip at your neck allowing his groans to push up against it.

You can feel your vision become fuzzy as his pace sped up. His thrusts only becoming more sloppier then the last.

“I’m.. so close baby..” you whine.

“Not yet baby.. w-wait for me.” He stuttered as he had to bite his lip mid sentence to push back his moan.

His grip around your waist tightened as his thrusts became inconsistent.

“Go ahead.. baby.. cum. Cum for me.” He exclaimed before kissing you.

You felt your legs shake as both of your hips buckled forcing yourselves into each other through your releases.

Your mouths becoming flooded with moans.

You guys slowly began to ride out the rest of your highs before he pulled out. Making sure not to cum all the way deep inside you.

His cum seeped out of your cunt staining the sheets below you.

Your body stayed laid against the bed. His still above yours as you guys both caught ur breath. Shaking.

After a bit Stan kissed your forehead before grabbing his shirt and cleaning you up.

He proceeded to get off the bed making sure to get you some cold water to help sooth you.

He came back holding the cup. You can see his exhausted eyes stare up at you filled with a caring and loving look.

He helped you lift your upper half up handing you the water carefully. He fluffed up your pillows before planting himself next to you.

You handed him the water and he sat it on the nightstand on the side of the bed.

He gently helped you laid back against him cuddling you lovingly.

“I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you too, my sweet boy.”

This was all inspired by a scene Ryan Murphy decided to leave out of pose (Pose 2018).

If you have any criticism lmk! Thank you for reading.

[yes-divine-ruler]

Stan Bowes x Fem!Reader Smut - “Shopping w/ Your Sugar Daddy”

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CW: public, vaginal sex, fingering, daddy kink a bit

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Word count: 2001

"Hey, hop in."

Stan was seated on the leather in the backseat of his chauffeur's car, a cellphone tucked between his ear and his shoulder. You were waiting for him to arrive on the sidewalk, your body wrapped in an opulent minx coat to protect you from the New York chill. Stubbing out your cigarette with the ball of your stiletto, you slide in beside him, closing the door and buckling yourself in for the journey.

Stan didn't speak to you at first, his face screwed in concentration as he listened to his colleague fill him in on the aftermath of a client meeting. He did place his large hand over your stockinged thigh though, squeezing your skin with every emphasis he made to his colleague over the phone. You were just happy to be there, taking the opportunity to reapply your lipstick in the reflection of your compact mirror. When Stan finally hung up the phone he sighed in frustration, shoving the cellphone into the front pocket of his suit jacket.

His attention finally turned to you, his eyes raking over your appearance as you began to chew on a piece of gum.

"I'm sorry, work is on my ass even when I'm not in the office.." he leaned in closer to you, "where's my kiss?"

You obliged happily, closing the space between you to press a long, hard kiss to his soft lips. He moaned into the kiss, totally consumed by you as your lips moved against his. You pulled away to take a subtle breath, Stan's hand reaching upwards to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. You'd noticed he'd taken off his wedding band.

"Are we still going to Manhattan Mall?" You asked him, your lustrous eyes peering into his.

He chuckled softly, nodding his head before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Yeah baby, I have until 6 o'clock before I have to drive back to New Jersey."

You pouted, not realising there were time restrictions on your date. Stan had promised to take you shopping so he could buy you half a new wardrobe of winter clothing, and you weren't sure if 2 hours was enough time to try everything you needed on.

"Daddy," your voice got quiet, your tone quivering, "can't you leave at 7 instead? I need time to look around and try everything on."

Stan rolled his eyes with a smile, lacing your fingers with a small chuckle.

"Okay let's make it 6.30, and I won't bother you the whole time."

You were both dropped outside Manhattan Mall, and hand in hand you made your way inside, already buzzing with excitement. You dragged Stan into the first store you saw, immediately riffling through the clothes on the rack at the entrance of the store. Stan stood back, silently watching you with a small smile on his lips. Nothing made him happier than seeing you happy.

"Daddy? Can you hold this?" You turn with already an arms-full of clothing, dropping it into Stan's arms without giving him time to react. With a grumble he took the clothes, and followed behind you as you manoeuvred over to the fitting rooms.

Stan hung the clothes up for you, and then sat outside on a bench to take another phone call. You drew the curtain, and began to try on every item of clothing.

"You haven't showed me a single outfit baby," Stan pined from outside, and giggling from his whining, you drew back the curtain. His eyes almost popped out of his head, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

"Oh shit."

You had tried on a blue-black $220 woollen trench coat, but failed to wear anything underneath. Stan sat back as you did a small spin for him, facing him once more so he could drink in your lace panties and matching bra.

"Very nice," Stan licked his lips, shuffling uncomfortably in his seat, when you'd noticed the tent that began to form in his work trousers, "Now get back inside before someone else sees you."

"I'm gonna buy all of it."

Stan gave up his card without hesitation once you were both standing at the counter, not even remotely phased by the quadruple digits glaring at him from the back of the till.

He held your bags as you waltzed through the mall together, eyeing everything and feeling like you could buy it all. Stan stopped when you passed a lingerie store, raising his eyebrows at you questionably.

"How about we go in here?" He shot you a cheeky smile, laying a kiss at the corner of your mouth.

"Wouldn't you just love that," you teased, agreeing to walk into the store with him.

Stan was quick to find something he liked, that he thought would look so good on you, it almost made him drool.

"Try this one, please?" Stan pouted at you, revealing the most skimpy pair of panties you'd ever seen. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head and taking them from him.

"Stan, you can't just try on panties," you said, rolling your eyes at his naivety, "and I thought you said you weren't going to bother me."

"We'll buy them after, I'll even pay for them before you try them on," he brought you over to the fitting rooms and nudged you into a stall. You hadn't realised that the panties were a part of a set, with a matching embroidered suspender belt connected to a lace corset, until he'd placed the hook of the coat hanger in your hand.

Fulfilling his wish, you stripped down to nothing and tried everything on, knowing that Stan would buy it for you just so he could rip it off you later.

"Okay, come in, but eyes closed," peering at yourself in the mirror, and letting your hair cascade down one shoulder, you waited for Stan to come into the stall with you. You watched as his hand peeked through the curtain first, and you quickly grabbed onto it to pull him inside.

His eyes were closed and the smile on his face didn't waver as you closed the curtain behind him.

"No peeking," you giggled, guiding his hand towards your breast, letting him knead it in his big hand. He let out a frustrated groan as your hand began to palm him through his pants.

"Can I look now?" He pleaded, and when you'd said yes, his eyes opened.

He sucked in a deep breath, holding it in as his eyes raked your body once again. He was in heaven seeing the expensive lingerie on your body, noticing the way it hugged every curve just the right way.

"Holy shit," he muttered, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into his chest.

"What do you think?" You asked, batting your eyelashes up at him as your fingers played with the lapels of his fitted blazer, suddenly feeling the urge to tear it off his broad shoulders.

"I think..I wanna fuck you right now," his lips ghosted over the outer of your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck spiking as his breath fanned the side of your face. You let out a small whine, your grip on his blazer only tightening as Stan began to pepper kisses across your jaw.

"You're so sexy, my girl, I just wanna feel you around me."

His lewd praise rung through your ears as he connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He backed you against the wall of the stall, hiking up your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. You pushed his blazer to the floor, as his tongue greedily explored your mouth, your fingers working at the fastener of his dress pants. 

Your fingers tugged down his boxers, just enough to free his hardened cock. His lips returned to the skin of your neck as you began to stroke him softly, biting down into your skin to stop himself from moaning.

Supporting you with one arm against the wall, Stan spat on his fingers, before pulling your new panties to the side and sliding his fingers through your slick folds. You tugged on his hair in anticipation, waiting him for him to finally enter you.

"Gotta be quiet baby," Stan murmured, finally sliding a finger into your entrance, expertly curling his finger to prepare you for his length. You bit your lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he added a second finger to pleasure you with.

His fingers came to a halt, and hastily he pushed his tip against your entrance. Stan’s dark eyes rolled back as he sunk into you, bringing his hand up to your mouth to stop you from mewling out loud. Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he bottomed out inside you, your heart beat accelerating as the adrenaline kicked in. You would be in so much trouble if anyone caught you right now.

He began to thrust, his bottom lip between his teeth as he picked up the pace inside you, his fingers soaked in your arousal still covering your quivering lips.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, a dull knocking beginning to sound from your bodies hitting the wall behind you. Neither of you cared in the moment, the thought of someone catching you leaving your mind as you felt the knot start to tighten in your lower abdomen.

Stan held you so close, rutting his hips upwards to meet your sweet spot again and again, the wet sounds of you the source of the red hue that flourished across your cheeks.

“I’m cumming baby, all in that tight little pussy,” Stan’s crude whispered words made a shiver run up your spine, “cum with me baby, I feel you getting close.”

It pushed you over the edge, waves of an intense orgasm coursing through your body as Stan filled you with his warm seed, a loud moan caught in the back of your throat. His last few thrusts were sloppy and uneven, and when he finally set you back on your feet, he captured your lips in another kiss.

“Fuck I can’t get enough of you,” Stan groaned against your lips, pulling up his boxers and fastening his pants.

He looked down at his watch, his eyes widening when he realised the time.

“Let’s buy these baby and get outta here, I gotta get going, I’m sorry angel.”

Your heart sank, but you couldn’t let him know, watching longingly as he slipped out of the stall unnoticed and answered the phone that was ringing in his blazer pocket. It was the downside of what should be only a transactional relationship.

You folded the lingerie, dressing yourself once more, and exiting the stall yourself, taking the garments to the front counter.

Stan was on the phone when he swiped his card, and you curtly thanked the retail assistant behind the counter as you left the store, who of which you thought might’ve known of your prior activities from the distasteful look on her face.

“I’m gonna call you a cab princess, I’ll be back in New York in a couple days,” Stan held out a hand to hail a taxi, still holding your bags of clothing in his firm grasp.

“Stan,” you stopped him as the cab halted in front of you on the sidewalk, “you promise you’ll see me? Come by the apartment?”

He hastily packed your shopping into the boot of the car, and then stopped in front of you. He offered you a soft smile, his eyes showing as much longing as your own as he hugged you to his chest. It wasn’t easy for him either to leave.

“Promise baby girl, I’ll see you soon.”

Stan made sure you were secure in the backseat of the cab, tapping the window as a final goodbye once you were buckled in. You watched from the side mirror as Stan disappeared into the distance, swallowed by the foot-traffic on the busy Manhattan stretch.

[newwavesylviaplath]

new photo/vid of evan being fine asf ‼️ alert the presses

i know this is probably a reflection on how down bad i am for this man but OMG THE VID HE LOOKS SO GOOD EVEN THOUGH WE CANT SEE HIS FACE I CAN JUST TELL HE LOOKS GORGE

[marchsfreakshow]

Stars [Stan Bowes]

Fluff / Angst

Star watching was your favourite past time, always had been. So it's no suprise that Stan wanted to join you this time around.

Erm first Stan thing pls be nice to me this will sound horrible. I'm currently on Stan Bowes brainrot I fucking hate him he's an asshole but I also adore him it's very annoying. So.. expect this to be self-indulgent.

Not proofread lol.

No one's perspective

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Stars are the least lonely things in the universe. Other stars are constantly surrounding, never leaving alone.

Which is why you supposed they were so interesting to watch late at night. A lonely one in the sea of other stars. Tonight was no other night. Just the hill away from the city, with a blanket resting on it. You looking up and admiring those stars. It was silent, as silent as you could get when you could hear the hum of city life in the background. That was, until another car pulled up on the dirt road behind you.

Looking back into the night, you could only see a figure walking up to you. They reached the blanket and sat down next to you. "Room for another?" Ah, the man you were currently in lust with. Despite the instant guilt tugging at your heart, you went for his lap, curling yourself up on his chest and his shoulder. "Missed me that much huh?"

"Yeah.." You admitted sheepishly, glancing up at Stan. The moonlight only glowed, an unnoticeable light shining on the both of you dimly. The only response you got from the man was him lifting your chin to meet his eyes, pressing a kiss softly to your lips. The softest, sweetest kiss Stan had ever given to you.

Another star shining brighter than the one you focused on earlier. Your focus shifted to that star. "Never noticed how pretty the sky looks.."

"because you're never paying attention to the night sky. You're too busy..."

Silence for a few moments. Another stinging guilt pulling at your heartstrings. Maybe you shouldn't've said that. It pulled the both of you back to that disheartening reality. It wouldn't cause a beautiful supernova like the stars do when they die. It wouldn't be like any breathtaking space view you imagined. The reality was rocks and dust hurling itself through another planet, crash after crash. Never finding a moments peace. A reality that you didn't want ever. But one you were most likely stuck with.

The lust would only work for so long, and you both knew it.

"I'm sorry."

Dimly lit eyes close to yours as those words were spoken. "Those words shouldn't be towards me Stan."

He shook his head. Rested his head to yours, just enjoying a few moments of quiet. Quiet under those damned stars. Those stars that meant absolutely nothing but everything to you at the same time. Remicisint of this horrid, dreadful yet thrilling and love filledl affair. A love filled affair...

Love...filled..?

That's not right. It shouldn't be love, never. It was always lust. Love only made your hear-

"love...a shooting star." Eyes away from the man, up at the black and purple sky, a quick shoot of light over your head. To be with Stan without guilt. That's what you wanted. To be his pretty face hanging off his arm as he drove you around those places you loved.

Another kiss. Another sweet, soft kiss pressed your parted lips. Carried on as you found yourself, losing your soul into his once again.

Those damned stars.

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[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

Try || Stan Bowes

stan bowes x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, angst i guess? oral (m receiving), stan just being a jackass

"i've been waitin' all day for this," stan laughed, swaying to the music on the radio as he set down his last shot of whiskey. you chuckle, turning the music up a little louder as you cup his face. you press your lips against his, sighing as he grabbed you by your waist and dragged you to the bedroom.

you were the mistress. the other woman to a man in an unhappy marriage. and that didn't bother you one bit. Stan Bowes here had originally been a paying customer to you and the rest of your hooker friends. he stole you for a few minutes, for about $95, but in turn decided it would be okay to take your heart as well. not that you cared. you hadn't felt the loving touch of a man in years. it was always slaps on the ass, names like 'slut' or 'whore'. but not from stan. hell, this dude bought you a whole ass apartment for when he wanted to come and see you.

you pushed him onto the bed as the two of you got undressed. hm.. he wasn't hard...what was up with that? he usually was every time he saw you. you kissed down his abs, running your fingers gently down his length. you always hated soft dicks. you heard him sigh and looked up to see him rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"what's wrong?" you ask softly. "too much to drink?..or is the thrill losing its edge?" you continue as you pin his arms out to his sides, hovering over him. he looks up at you, a smitten look on his face as he practically pants.

"no," he pants, shaking one of your hands off. "its the whiskey, i swear..its the whiskey" he said, rubbing one of his eyes. you scoff, rolling your eyes as you start to kiss down his abs again, laying your head on his chest. stan sighed, running his fingers through your hair.

"no..no, no, baby, c'mon, don't stop...its the booze, its the booze. just keep tryin'.." he practically begged, urging you back down to his length. you sigh reluctantly, moving back down his torso again. you kiss down his length.

"just try," he said softly, knotting his fingers in your hair as you starting sucking again. in, out, in, out, you felt him going in and out of your throat constantly, but it wasn't hardening up. why the fuck couldn't he get it up today?

"c'mon...c'mon, baby.." stan whispered, trying to take some deep breaths as he pushed your head down softly and pulled it back up. he cupped one side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. as you got more and more frustrated at his lack of an erection, you pulled back, hovering over him once more.

"what's the matter with you today? it's not the goddamn booze," you say softly, your voice having a hint of sharpness in it.

"baby, what's wrong? stop being crazy, you're drunk," stan said, his voice sounding affectionate. he was always very good at distracting from the real problem.

"no, tell me the goddamn truth, stan. do i just-- do i not have it anymore? whatever it is you crave?" you ask, scoffing.

"baby, no, you do, i promise...its the booze, i told you.." stan virtually whimpered.

"one last shot," you sigh, pushing your head back down, your lips enveloped his tip, circling softly around the small hole. you tasted the pre cum, felt his hands in your hair, pushing your head down. after what felt like ages of half-assed sucking, he finally got it to harden up.

"praise the universe," you sigh after pulling away. stan chuckled, kissing your forehead before you continue.

he reached his hands into your hair, his fingers intertwining in what was virtually silk, in his opinion. you felt him in your mouth, although at this point you couldn’t tell what was your saliva or his precum.

“c’mon, baby..” stan panted, practically holding your head down.

he massaged your scalp gently, kneading the flesh and hair with his fingers. you let out soft gags as you bobbed your head up and down, wet noises gurgling in your throat. you coughed around his length, breathing through your nose as he continued massaging your scalp with one hand, the other rubbing your back to soothe you and your gag reflexes.

“you’re okay, you’re okay…just— aagh- just a little longer—

tags: @fear-is-truth @dangeroustaintedflawed @newwavesylviaplath @slutforgarlogan @nickrhodeslittledarling @lacucarachapisser

it makes me sad that my fics have been flopping recently yall. are people just not interested anymore 😭

[s1ut4evan]

•• evan peters as stan bowes ••

smut coming soon…

i’ve been on a little hiatus these past couple weeks. i’ve honestly been struggling w/ my content quality. i’ve had little to no motivation to write much..and i fucking hate it. i know i’ll get back on track though. thanks all <3

[doll3tt33]

Gimme ‘em gold coins !

(sugardaddy!stan bowes x user)

I was on the fence abt making his personality more ‘romantic’ in the settings, but decided to stick with the same definition as last time cuz I want him to stay in-character ((I ofc added the extra info abt him being in search of sugar baby n stuff

Btw sorry for making it more female oriented, but remember u guys are free to edit the greeting message to whatever fits. It won’t affect the rp!

The greeting message:

🤍 tagging: @evanpetersbf

Sharing the link from the new version of the website in case you guys have trouble with the bot showing up!

[colinzabelswife]

Songs That Remind Me of Evan Peters Characters Pt.2

Jimmy Darling:

James Patrick March:

Kai Anderson:

[kai-anderson-whore]

In the office (Stan bowes x fem reader) smut

Summary: Stan bowes is your boss and one day in the office everything changed

Warnings: smut, mentions of a divorce, blowjob, fingering, p in v sex, reader having sexual relations with their boss

Word count:1,6k

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You walked into your bosses office with a pile of paperwork on your arms, with a soft sigh your knuckles knocked on the hard wood of the door waiting on your boss Stan Bowes to allow you in.

"Come in" his voice echoed through the other end of the door you turned the handle peering through the door, "Mr Bowes I have the paperwork you asked for" you smiled politely your skirt was shorter than usual Stan noticed making him feel hot.

"Just put them there y/n thank you" he smiled trying to hide the boner he got as you placed the paperwork on the desk your cleavage slightly exposed yet leaving Stan wanting more, you didn't do it intentionally funny enough you were running late for work and threw on the first things you could find what happen to be a bit small for you.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Mr Bowes?" You asked standing straight back up. Smoothing out your shirt Stan stared at you with an intense gaze making you nervous. "Yes there is infact y/n shut the door over I've got something to say" he instructed You nodded your heels clicking as you walked over closing the heavy tall door.

"Yes Mr bowes?" You asked wondering what he wanted to say. You noticed the mood shift in the room your breathing got heavy as Stan smirked noticing your nervousness. "Do I make you nervous?" He asked Standing up from his chair.

"N-no sir" you said with shocked eyes, your boss never asked anything like this before. but your boss just chuckled at your answer. "You sure y/n it seems like I do why's that?" He questioned further.

'Fuck' you mentally cursed yourself. End of the day Stan did make you nervous he's your boss end of the day. But he was a understanding boss and was kind you couldn't take that away from him, he was fair.

Stan stepped closer to you face inches away. "Do you know what I think it is" he said his hot breath fanning your face making you grow hotter for your boss. "What?" You asked.

"I think it's because you want me to fuck you am I right or wrong?" His theory wasn't wrong at all. You had the hots for your boss since you started working for him. Many late nights you would spend thinking about him.

You blushed nodding your head "yes" your voice barely above whisper. "Then why don't we make it happen" he suggested his lips inching closer to your red stained ones till they met. You dreamt of this moment for so long and it felt better than you had imagined.

"Wait" you said pulling away your hand on his chest. "Your married Mr Bowes we can't" you said feeling guilty. "Actually not for long we're divorcing" he informed you furrowed your brows "Oh Stan I'm sorry" you sympathised placing a gentle hand on his arm comforting him.

"It's alright I was the one that filed for the divorce anyway" he shrugged his eyes darting from your own then to your lips. You grew impatient with the constant back and forth you decided to take this into your own two hands. Bumching onto his suit jacket bringing him closer smashing your red stained lips on his own.

Stan was shocked at your sudden action but responded to your lips. His hand on your waist holding you close. Your hands letting go of the jacket and resting on his chest. Stans hands roamed lower resting on your ass giving the covered flesh a squeeze earning a moan from you.

You pulled away again only this time dipping to your knees. Your fingers fumbling with his belt buckle, unzipping the zip of his suit pants pulling them off. You gulped seeing his erection through the white briefs he wore underneath.

Your fingers dipped into the waistband of stans briefs pulling the fabric restraining him away. A sigh left stans lips as you wrapped your hand around his shaft stroking him. You took the tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around earning a groan from him. You felt the wetness drip from the warmth of your core, the lust building more for your own boss.

You knew deep down this was wrong but it was a little too late and you didn't really care. Your mind clouded within the heat of the moment working your warm wet mouth on Stan. Growing wetter by the second bearding those sweet moans leave his lips. "Fuck just like that keep going" he praised as you took him deeper in your mouth. Your tongue pressed flat against his shaft. His hand wrapped around your hair holding you close.

Continuing to push your head back and forth, occasionally kitten licking the reddish tip gaining a taste for the salty taste of pre cum. Your hand trailed down your body to your thighs eventually getting lost under your skirt circling your clit through your soaked panties. You moaned against stan's cock making him twitch in your mouth. You looked up at him through your mascara coated eyelashes that slightly ran down your blushed cheeks from the prickles of tears, you saw what could only be described as pure heaven.

Stan stood there with his eyes screwed shut, his chest heaving, the small beads of sweat decorating his forehead. And the sweet noises that left his lips. You felt him twitch in your mouth but Stan pulled away from your now swollen lipstick smudged lips making you furrow your brows in confusion.

"Stand up" he instructed you wasted no time getting up on wobbly legs. Stan guided you to the edge of his desk where there wasn't much of anything. Shrugging out your skirt, You pushed your body to sit on the cold wooden desk making shiver as the coldness came in contact with your hot skin.

Stan's hands roamed your thighs your breath hitched awaiting his next move. His hands got higher and higher till his thumb came in contact with your clit rubbing the bundle of nerves through your underwear. You bit your lip suppressing the moans desperate to escape your lips. "Come on let me hear you" Stan grinned moving the fabric of your panties to the side, pushing two fingers inside you.

You let out a gasp Stan wasted no time pumping his digits in and out you stretching you out slightly but enough to give you pleasure. "Oh fuck" you hissed. Stan used his other hand to unbuckle his belt allowing his trousers to fall down freeing his cock from his tight underwear. You gasped at the sight mouth watering with all the filthy thoughts that ran through your head that will become true.

He removed his fingers from your needy heat, teasing you with the tip collecting your arousal. You wriggled closer to Stan desperate for him. Stan bucked his hips up slowly entering into you. Your back arched against the wooden desk as he pushed himself further into you, blissfully stretching you out.

Your walls fluttered against stan's cock trying to adjust to his size. Stan had his lips back on yours, Stan pulled his hips back making your gasp against his lips he took this opportunity to deepen the kiss. Stan pulled away from your lips, his hips thrusting into you the desk moving with each hard thrust Stan delivered.

Your fingertips gripped the back of his blazer pinky adding more fire to his fuel. His thrust got harder and faster with each and every tug you gave to him. Your walls clenched around him your moans filled the office but you tried to suppress them by biting your lip once again, fearing that everyone will hear you.

"Come on let everybody know that your boss is fucking you real good" he grinned cockily. You didn't care if anyone could hear your mouth letting all those sinful voices out. Your ankles clamping together keeping Stan in place. All stan's paper work now over the floor but neither of you cared.

Sweat decorating stan's forehead, his hair tossled out its pristine way, he was a sight for sore eyes. Just picture perfect to you. The way he gripped onto your hips, eyes filled with lust and desire compared to the bored dull ones he usually has in work.

You felt dangerously close to the edge your walls fluttering against stan's cock. Your moans, the low grunts from Stan plus the sound of your hips meeting together was all that filled the office walls. Stan was truly intoxicating and you craved more.

Stan continues to thrust into you with a fast and hard pace, driving you crazy. “I’m so close” you panted out. Stan didn’t say anything but kept chasing both your highs, he was dangerously close to the edge as well the droplets of sweat decorating his forehead.

With just a few more thrusts you reached your climax, releasing all over stan’s cock. Your back arched as the most sinful moan left your lips triggering stan’s own orgasm. Your legs trembling at how hard you came undone, a moan coming from Stan like music to your ears.

Once you both calmed down Stan pulled out of you leaving you feeling empty, a whimper escaping your lips at the sudden loss of contact. Tucking himself back into his suit pants, you sat up with shaky legs fixing your attire properly. You were both silent but not awkward it was comfortable.

“I should get back to work mr bowes” you said trying to hide the crimson blush in your cheeks thinking about what you both previously did. “Take the rest of the day off, and tomorrow I want you back in here” Stan instructed. You let out a smile at the fact stan wanted to see you again, sure you worked with him he is your boss. “Okay thank you mr bowes”.

[chopper-witch]

Evan Peters comes in three flavors

Evil psychopath

Or baby baby boy

Or gay but will call you a fag

[cult-princess]

my stanleys <3

[yes-divine-ruler]

3,1, 12, 15, STAN BOWES PLEASEEEEEEE

nsfw prompts here

“Oh I love this dress sweetheart, just short enough to give me easy access,” Stan leaned down behind you, and whispered in your ear. It sent a shiver up your spine, and made a pool form in your panties.

You turn to watch Stan walk away, when he turns, and holds up 5 fingers to you. 5 minutes.

You mentally prepare yourself, quick to take out your pocket mirror and check on your make up. You’d been secretly sleeping with your boss for the past few months, and it definitely made work interesting. Stan refused to fuck in the office, and in a ruse to persuade him otherwise, your dresses got progressive shorter. It seemed to work in your favour, because in exactly 5 minutes, your back was pressed against the desk in Stan’s office.

“No panties?” He whispered against your lips, as his fingertips grazed at your slick folds at an unbearable slow pace.

“The easiest access for you, sir,” you tease back, before Stan reconnects your lips in another fiery kiss. He helps you sit on the table, before his ring and middle finger were knuckle deep inside you. You throw your head back in pleasure as he expertly curls his fingers, the wedding band on his finger cool against your throbbing heat.

“Oh my god,” you moan, before wedging your bottom lip between your teeth to try and stop it from happening again.

You felt your orgasm past approaching as the pad of Stan’s thumb rested on your clit and started to apply pressure.

“That’s it baby,” Stan’s breath fans your ear, as he whispers words of encouragement, “is my little princess needy? Needy for daddy’s dick?”

You nod in an effort to answer him, whining once he removes his fingers from your heat, his fingers slick with your arousal.

“My god, you’re so wet baby,” Stan mewls, tugging down his pants just far enough to pull out his cock. With no forewarning, Stan rams his cock inside you, causing a loud and surprised gasp to leave your lips.

“Oh daddy,” you plead, as he begins to savagely stretch apart your dripping cunt, his balls slapping against you with every thrust.

You threw your head back in titillation, your legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer. His fingers dip into your hips as he pistons inside you, so deep he was hitting all the right places at the perfect pace. The stimulation had your thighs shaking around his waist, and your fingers trembling to grab at his forearms. It was almost too much.your eyes peer into his, all doe-eyed and glassy, tears threatening to fall down your face as your first orgasm washes over you. You pulse deliciously around Stan’s rigid length, and he groans at the mere feeling of your body giving in to him.

“That’s my girl,” he coos, his lips attacking your jaw, “I know you got more for me.”

Stan didn’t halt his lust-filled assault on your pussy, instead turning you over to lay stomach first on the desk. He brings your leg up, bent at the knee and by your side, reaching your sweet spot. Swollen, abused and throbbing from your previous orgasm, you whine as Stan’s cock rapidly prods against it.

“Daddy, I can’t-” your words are slurred and almost incoherent as the fire begins to burn in your lower abdomen again.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” Stan muttered encouragingly, “don’t stop it.”

For the second time you feel your release at the simple trigger of his praise, now panting to try and catch your breath back as it shocks through your core.

Your orgasm sends Stan over the edge, groaning profanity as he cums within your clenching walls.

“Mr Bowes?” A knock sounds from his office door, startling both of you.

“Shit!”

[newwavesylviaplath]

i think he likes that pose idk

[babygorewhore]

Tied up. Stan bowes Smut.

You’re tired of working your useless job. Until one night you see an advertisement listing. You accept. What happens next?

WARNINGS! Bdsm themes. Daddy kink. Fingering. Oral! Fem recieving. Ropes. Age gap! Pnv!

You took another swig of the drink in front of you. You had worked late again. Your clothes were wrinkled, you needed to shower but you had to stop at the bar first.

“Another round?” The bartender asked, raising his brow when he saw the empty glass. You opened your mouth to say no, considering you had to work again tomorrow, but you decided to say fuck it.

You nodded and he proceeded to pour the liquor into the glass, sliding it over to you.

The television played the news, showing the same tragic events that happened yesterday. You hated watching it. All the negativity. All the people turning against one another. It made you sick.

You were a housekeeper. At a hospital of all places. You’d been there for two years. Your back permanently tilted from lugging around buckets and a trash can all day. Your scrubs were stained from bleach, your hair thrown up in a bun and you hadn’t worn real clothes in a week. You were only 21 years old, living in a shitty apartment downtown.

If you quit your job, you’d have to move back in with your parents and that’s not what you wanted. You wanted independence and freedom yes but you also wanted security and the ability to enjoy things around you. Everything was so fucking depressing.

You hadn’t been on a date, other than driving through a parking lot with some football player who tried to shove his hand up your skirt an hour later and you slapped him across the face. Your life wasn’t interesting. But you craved intimacy. Something. Something to make your life more enjoyable.

As you rode in the Uber, scrolling your phone you saw a ad on a job search that you forgot to unsubscribe too. “Wanted housekeeper.” It said. The pricing was more than you made and one day less than you worked.

Biting your lip as you walked inside your apartment, you looked around the room. You kept it tidy, given your job but you groaned when you saw it was after midnight. You’d have to be up soon. You glanced back at the add. Cleaning a house? Verses a hospital. Again, you decided to say fuck it. You clicked on the application and added your resume, contact information and photo. Throwing off your shoes, snapping off your bra, you climbed into bed and turned on your comfort show you’ve watched for the 100th time.

Your eyes drifted shut before you felt your phone buzz.

Groaning, you rolled over and selected your phone. It was an email. The message from from a name, Stan Bowes. And you skimmed the text before opening it. “When can you start?” It read. You sat up, surprised at the fast response. Normally that would be a red flag but you were desperate.

You typed. “Two days.”

Waiting, you shimmied out of your scrubs and laid back down. Your phone lit up and you checked it. “Done. Here’s the address.” You breathed harder. That’s it? You had a new job. Sighing, you curled into a ball and fell asleep.

You arrived at the house two days later, wearing your stained scrubs. It was big, bigger than the house you grew up in and you realized something as you reached underneath the welcome Matt for the key. As you opened the door, the entrance welcomed you. This guy was rich, you thought while closing the door behind you.

Modern furniture, art and shiny hardwood floor adorned the living room. Your feet padded the space and you frowned. It was pristine. You went into the large kitchen, an island was wiped off. The dishes put away, and it even smelled clean.

Was this the right address? You checked again on your phone. It was the right address.

You climbed up the stairs, opened up the first door on the right. Finally, you saw the mess. Clothes thrown everywhere. The bed unmade. Trash bags everywhere. You nodded to yourself and set down your cleaning supplies. This would take you a few hours, with that including vacuuming, dusting and cleaning the window. You knew how to extend your time, making the pay fair.

The hours went by, you finished the bedroom and made your way to the downstairs. You felt unsure of what to do, you could vacuum and mop the already clean floor. Deciding to do that, you started humming to yourself as you twirled the cord. This was significantly more peaceful than scrubbing blood off hospital floors but you worried. Was this is? Cleaning a bedroom and tidying an already clean rest of the house?

The door opened and you turned, wiping your hands on your pant leg. A man entered, holding a briefcase and he was wearing a suit. He was handsome, brown hair, brown eyes with a strong nose. He was taller than you, lean muscle. 30s, you guessed. Younger than you imagine for having a house this big.

“Oh, hello, Y/N, right?” He asked. You nodded, and extended your hand for a shake.

He gripped your palm, shaking it gently. “Stan. Stan Bowes.” You smiled in greeting, feeling nervous by his attractive face.

“You’ve done a wonderful job.” He noted, glancing around the room.

“Well-honestly it was already clean when I arrived, Mr. Bowes. I’m a little worried to be honest. There wasn’t much for me to actually clean.” You confessed.

“I know. I wanted to be private about this job, because I couldn’t advertise my real intention.” He said, sinking onto the couch.

Your head tilted. “True intention?”

“I…advertise cleaning to keep things subtle. But really, my real hope is to have someone’s company.” You almost groaned when you realized exactly what he meant.

“So, you’re a sugar daddy? Is that what you’re saying?” You asked, withholding a cackle. You couldn’t believe you fell for something too good to be true. Granted you were a little tipsy, tired and you were about to fall asleep.

“I-I don’t care for that but…I-“

You held up your hand. “Let me guess. Cheating on your wife?”

He stilled, his shoulders dropping. You knew you hit a nerve. “My wife. We’re not together anymore. But she has my children most of the time. And I-I’m desperate. I’m desperate to have someone near me. My wife was more like a roommate. And after a while, I wanted to leave but she didn’t want that. I filed for divorce, she fought me the whole time and finally I’m here.”

You sigh, believing him. But what were you supposed to do with this information? You couldn’t just sleep with him for money. Well, you honestly could, he was hot as fuck but…would to be worth it? You needed the money. Badly. You hated your job. You hated your life.

“What would I have to do? Sleep with you?” You asked.

Stan shook his head rapidly. “No, no. Just…keep me company. Talk to me. Spend time with me. And I’ll take care of you in return.”

You went home after that statement, you got out of the shower and put on your robe. You hadn’t made a decision yet. Promising to text him after you did. Walking to your small bedroom, you sat on the bed and sighed.

Just spending time with him? Talking to him? That’s it. That’s all he wanted. A paid girlfriend basically. You would be responding to a 30 plus year old divorced single dad. It was every teenage fantasy you had but this was real life. How would you explain this to anyone? “Yeah, mom. My boyfriend. He um pays me.” You laid on your pillow.

You debated this. This wouldn’t last forever, who knows how long. It wasn’t guaranteed. But you couldn’t help the urge to try it. He seemed like a nice guy. Lonely, but nice. He saw you in dirty scrubs and still asked you to be a his sugar baby.

Picking up your phone, stopping yourself from thinking about it too long, you brought up his contact information on your phone.

“I’ll do it.” You typed. You pressed send.

“Meet me at my house tomorrow. 8 o clock. Wear whatever you want.”

You bit your lip, your heart quickening in pace. You didn’t have much to work with but you did have an idea.

The next day came, you rushed home from work, jumped into the bath and scrubbed yourself clean. You wore your hair down, threw on some eyeliner, lip gloss. You wore all black as you rode in the Uber on your way there, you dressed the same as you did in high school.

You arrived at his house, 2 minutes to spare and you jumped out. Walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.

He answered, wearing a white suit shirt, black trousers and his tie was loose. You felt underdressed. “I hope what I’m wearing is okay?” Stan guided you inside with his hand on your back.

“Of course. It’s perfect. You’re perfect, I mean.” He chuckles awkwardly and you both go into the living room. Sitting down, you press your knees together and wait for him to tell what was going to happen next.

“How was your day?” He asked you, settling next to you.

“Oh, it was-okay. Boring honestly. My life is boring.” You shrugged.

“Boring? You’re so young and you think your life is boring already?” Stan questioned. “Tell me more.”

“Tell you about me?” You parroted and he licks his lips. Nodding.

“I was a good kid. Always stuck to the rules. Pretty good parents. But I had a rough time in high school.”

“Why do you say that?” Stan asked and you could see his sincerity through his brown eyes.

“Oh you know, I was bullied. Asked out as a joke. Just typical high school shit.” You laughed.

“Someone asked you out as a joke?” Stan asked, disgust evident in his tone.

“Oh, more than once actually. The first three times, I actually fell for it.” You leaned back on the couch. Stan leaned forward, resting his hand on your knee. He gave it a soft squeeze before he pulled away. “I’m sorry that happened to you. You deserve better.”

“What’s your story? I mean. I know you’re lonely. Divorced. With a couple of kids. But what else? What makes you Stan?” You inquired.

“I’m as uninteresting as they get. I’m afraid. My life is meaningless. I go to work. Come home and go to sleep. Start it all over again.” He rubbed his hand over his face.

Now, you were curious. He was sitting with his legs spread. He had muscular legs, you had to admit. He was desperate. Paying a stranger to spend an evening with him, just talking. “Who do you work for?” You quipped.

Stan quirked his eyebrow. “Donald Trump.”

“Oh shut up,” You laughed. “No you don’t.” Stan’s eyes slid over to you before he reached inside his pocket. He pulled out his badge. It was an identification from the building downtown. One that Donald, orange trump owned.

“No way. So, that’s your secret huh? You work for him, you make a bunch of money and you’re a sugar daddy? I don’t think that’s meaningless.” You giggled and he rolled his eyes before smiling to himself.

“Yeah, well. Tell that to my ex wife.”

“When was the last time you went out, Stan? Got out of your house that obviously doesn’t need cleaning?” You flashed your eyebrows at him, the words flowing off your tongue like honey. His veiny hands extended down his legs as he leaned on his knees.

“It’s been two years since I’ve partied. What about you? A shy, young girl, living in a studio apartment. Working as a housemaid. Surely, you like to go out?”

You hummed and pulled your legs up to your chest. “Last time I went out, it was to a rock concert. A tour of three bands. I stayed out until 3am. I had just turned 20. It was the best night of my life.”

“A rock concert huh? For some reason, I took you as a Ed Sheeran fan. Or Taylor swift?” You smirked.

“I like other things too. And I’m not just some young girl. I have dreams, goals, you know.” The more you spoke, the easier it was.

“I’d love to hear them.”

“I want to get my psychology degree. I want to help people. Make a difference actually. Instead of what I’m doing. I’ve always to reach someone. Pull them from the darkness.” You spoke with your eyes focused on his white ceiling. You felt him shift.

“I want you to do that too. I can tell you would be good at helping people.” You turned your head to look at him. He had moved closer.

“Why?”

“Because you’re helping me. Right now.” He whispered. And glanced at your lips. Your heart thudded louder against your chest. You knew what he was thinking. But would you let it happen?

“Can I kiss you?”

The request hung in the air like a ringing bell and everything went silent. His eyes flickered down to your mouth, to your eyes. Then down again. What would happen if you said yes? Would that be it? You wouldn’t know unless you gave in…

You nodded.

Stan leaned in slowly, his hands still on his laps as he breathed in your scent. His lips encompassed your lower one, softly sucking on the flesh. Your hand went to rest on his chest, gently gripping the fabric as he deepened the kiss. Turning his head to the side, he brushed his tongue against your lip, asking for entrance and you granted it.

He groaned into your mouth, his hand reaching to cup your jaw. His mouth was warm, his hand calloused as he ran his thumb across your cheek.

Stan leaned his weight down, pinning your back against the couch as he kissed you, hungrily and desperately as his hand moved from you face, to your neck, squeezing softly.

You pulled back at the contact, breathing heavily and glanced at his hand encircling your neck. Stan leaned back, almost ashamed of his actions. “I’m sorry. I know…it’s not part of the deal. I just couldn’t seem to help myself-“

“It’s okay. I liked it.” You whispered, caressing your neck.

He looked at you again, eyes darting to your own hand. “I haven’t-kissed a woman in a while. I know this situation is extremely complicated. You don’t owe me anything. And if you want to leave, you can. I’ll still pay you for everything. But-“

“Stan, it’s okay. It’s just a kiss.” You reassured him before biting your lip. Kissing him, your core tightened at his heavy breathing. Soft romantic eyes…

You went to your hands, crawling over to him and you straddled his lap. Either legs on the side of his pelvis and his eyes widened. Your hands settled on his shoulders, before trailing to his hair. It was soft underneath your fingertips. Could you do it? Your hips rolled against his, you felt him harden beneath you and you smiled at him. You didn’t know where this confidence was coming from, but you didn’t want it to end. “Mmmm,” You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his neck. “You seem so nervous, Stan? What’s wrong? You’re not used to being wanted?” Your mouth settled on his sweetspot by his collarbone and he shivered at your tongue brushing against it.

“I-I don’t know. You’re so young. So inexperienced.” You gently bit down, and he moaned, his hand moving to your lower back. His other went to your breast.

“Stan?”

“Yes?”

“Shut the fuck up. And do as your told.” Your hand went to his neck, squeezing the sides and your other hand went to his crotch. You started massaging his cock outside his pants, giving the erection a slight squeeze. Stans head lulled to the side but you straightened it, gripping his jaw.

“Stay still.” You whispered in his ear.

You went to lower yourself down, before his hand went to your hair. He maneuvered you over his lap, his arm pinning you down over his knee and you gasped in shock.

“I think you have me mistaken for some little boy who likes to be dominated. But I think you’re mistaken, baby.” His voice was soft and commanding.

But his hold on your hair tightened, pulling your head back, your breasts arched above his knee and his other hand settled on your ass.

“You know, I want you to count. Count to 10. And if you don’t, I’ll stop touching you. And I don’t think you don’t want that.” Your breath shuddered as his hand came down. Hard.

“Ah! Fuck!” You cried out at the stinging. But you obeyed him, any urge to take control was futile. “One.” You winced as he continued spanking, but you counted to ten.

“Good girl.” He leaned to whisper that in your ear before releasing you. You went to the ground on your hands and knees, shocked at the sudden turn of events. Your head whipped to him as he stood up.

“You have two options, Y/n.” He started, resting his hands on his hips. “You can walk away right now, like I said. Or,” He trailed towards you, leaning down to brush his thumb across your lips. “you’ll do whatever I want.”

You were speechless as his eyes narrowed hungrily. “You seem nervous, Y/n. What’s wrong? You’re not used to someone wanting you?” He repeated your words and you inhaled sharply.

“I’ll do whatever you want.” You whispered, looking up at him with your mouth watering. Stan nodded. A new, dangerous confidence building inside him.

He aimed his head towards the stairs. “Go upstairs. On your hands and knees.” He ordered softly.

It took more time, going up the steps on your hands and knees but you made it to the hallway with Stan behind you. He remained silent. “We’re not going to my bedroom. We’re going to the spare room.” You turned and saw him holding a key.

He walked ahead of you, his posture stiff as he turned the key to a door at the end of the hall. “One last chance to back out.”

You shook your head. “I want to see.” You insisted. He sighed and opened the door.

“Oh my god.” You whispered.

It was red. A red room. Dozens of tools hung from the walls, fake candles flickered around and in the center was a large bed that had black bedding but underneath were crimson LED lights. A black chandelier hung on the ceiling, but what caught your attention were whips, riding crops and robes that adorned the wall.

“This is…my secret. This is why most people run from me.” Stan sighed and clicked his tongue.

“Your secret? That you’re super kinky and you have some sort of sex dungeon?” You realized the hypocrisy of your statement, given you were on all fours but you couldn’t help it.

Stan chuckled and put the key in his pocket. “I’m waiting.” He said to you and you entered the room, crawling forward.

“Stop.” You did and you sat on your heels and Stan approached you. Holding rope. Surprisingly, despite the situation, he still seemed somewhat unconfident.

“Stan,” You began as he secured the rope around your wrists. “I want to do this.” He paused and looked down at you. “I want you to use me. Anyway you want.” You pleaded.

Stan grounded his teeth before he yanked you from the floor, crashing his lips to yours in a fevered kiss of tongue and teeth. Blood quirked from your bottom lip as he tugged it with his teeth, pushing you onto the bed. He pushed your hands above your head, holding you in place. Your center pooled as he ripped himself away.

“I want you to spread your legs.” Stan growled. His hand flexing.

You separated your knees, your underwear sticking to your pussy as he licked his lips. Stans fingers circled around your pants, pulling them down slowly and your underwear. Your pussy glistens and he flicked his pointer finger, inside the wet walls before trailing your clit.

You trembled as he inserted it into his mouth, his eyes drifted shut and he hummed to himself. “You taste so sweet.” He groaned before leaning down.

He trailed kisses along your inner thighs, close but not close enough. His tongue moved along your pussy but pulled away last second.

“Fuck, Stan. Please don’t tease me.” He launched himself up, his fingers plunging inside you. You threw your head back, as he went knuckle deep and sank into you.

“You don’t order me around. Do you understand?” He pumped his fingers inside you, and your back arched as he went deeper, impossibly deeper.

“Yes-yes I understand.” You squeaked.

“Yes what?” His thumb grazed your clit before pulling away.

“I-I don’t know.” You whimpered. Stan removed his fingers and shoved them into your mouth.

You tasted yourself on his digits and you tried to fight against the ropes but they were tight. “What did you call me that first night? I want you to say it.”

You realized what he meant.

“Daddy?” You questioned. He nodded.

“Now, ask me. What do you want from me? You can ask me. Nice and proper.”

“Daddy…please. Taste me. I need it. Please?” You begged.

Your begging killed him and he forced your legs apart. “Moan nice and loud for me okay?” Stan whispered as he laid on his stomach, lifting your thighs over his shoulders.

He laid his tongue flat against your pussy, kitten licking your clit repeatedly, before diving down to your entrance, then bringing it back to the top. You moaned, loudly in your chest and throat before you turned your head to the side, your eyes squeezed shut as Stan increased the pressure on your clit.

You shuddered as his fingers swiped against your entrance before he slid two fingers inside, pumping slowly as he slowed his pace on your sensitive bud, torturing you as you neared your climax, before he would change paces again.

“Daddy-please don’t tease me-“ You inhaled and Stan chuckled against you.

“I don’t think you should tell me what to do right now, baby. Do you? Not when I have you splayed out like this.” He licked a long, stripe against you before he pulled away. Keeping his fingers deep inside you.

Sweat gathered on your forehead as your back arched into his hand. His free one settled underneath your midsection as he hovered over you.

“You’re being so good, taking my fingers like this baby. You’re being such a good girl, right now.” His mouth went to your neck, he peppered kisses along your skin. “Such a pretty little slut. Doing whatever I want.” You were about to burst.

“Let go for me, it’s okay. And then I’m gonna fuck you like an animal.” Stan reached over to the drawer, selecting a plastic wrapped condom. Sliding off his pants and boxers, he wrapped his dick inside the protection. His hand locked on your shoulder as he turned you over on your stomach, forcing your tied hands on the bed with your ass up.

His hand pushed down on your head, “Spread your legs. Nice and wide for me, okay?” He ordered softly and you listened, breathing heavily as he pressed himself inside you.

You buried your head down, exhaling long and hard as he thrusted inside you, shifting to hold your hips in place as he moved deep and hard into you. “Fuck.” He moaned as your walls clenched around him, welcoming him in the deepest parts of you.

You stayed like that for several seconds, him moving roughly against you with his hard cock pounding you, animalisticly like he promised. He gripped you in place as you tried to move your hips to create friction. He leaned down, whispering in your ear. “I’m gonna play with your pussy now, okay? Can you hold out a little longer for me? You’re doing a good job, princess.” He groaned.

You couldn’t hardly see straight as his fingers circled around your clit as he continued thrusting, you weren’t going to last much longer. This was better than anything you had, better than your own pathetic fingers.

“I’m gonna-daddy I’m gonna come-“ You managed before your release came over you with a powerful rush. You stilled and then felt Stan stop moving as he came, releasing into the confines of the condom.

He pulled out of you, releasing your fullness and he collapsed next you. You turned over on your back, panting heavily as he started untying your hands. As they were free, you stretched out your arms over your head as he laid next to you.

You both stayed silent, breathless and then you moved over, leaning your cheek onto his chest. He glanced down at you before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Was that submissive enough for you?” Stan asked and you chuckled with a blush.

Soon after, you ended up falling asleep.

The next morning, you woke up late, still naked on the bed. When you sat up, you noticed a note next to you.

“Had to leave. Hopefully…I see you soon on your next work night. Maybe we can make this a regular occurrence…S.B”

You bit your lip. It was the most passionate night you’d ever had. But he had to leave. Without establishing the next step.

As you left the house, you turned one last time before making your mind up. Next time? He would be the one tied up and helpless.

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Miscellaneous Characters Masterlist

(aka Evans characters that don't fit anywhere)

Warren Lipka

Lovingly Obsessed 18+

Cherries 18+

Dinner Blues

Oral fixation imagine

Eating out imagine 18+

Colin Zabel

Just There

Missing Dates

Dad!Colin imagine

Hugh Hefner 18+

Stan Bowes

Stars

More to come (Potienally)

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Omg I'm watching POSE rn and what can I say STAN IS JUST AS AWKWARD AS ME