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marchsfreakshow · 5 months ago

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A Night Time Rush [Stan Bowes]

Smut / Angst

Stan likes to be gentle with you whenever he's over, but sometimes he can't help himself if he's had a bad day.

Anon... I haven't written for Stan for a while but I was JUST thinking about this idea w him.. we r on the same brainwaves.

Fair warning I still haven't finished off S1 of Pose... Might sound ooc, hope it's still good <3

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Warnings: Stan's a pos I hate him <3 (shit talking Patty which I don't agree w truly. I love Patty), fem!reader so PnV, quick fuck, praise, hand job, creampie. (That's a bad way of saying breeding kink)

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Fuck. This. Bullshit!

Stan couldn't take it anymore. Not in his selfish mind. Patty was asking too much of him.

Was he, though? Was he really?

He felt like he was already taking enough days off as it is! There's no way in hell he can add a Wednesday off, too. Jesus...

... So maybe he was exaggerating it a little. There was already so much stress radiating off him like a stench that any little, picky thing from his wife practically set him off. It was obvious when he visited your apartment earlier in the evening. Stan stormed off in a frankly immature huff, leaving his sleepy kids wondering why mommy was so upset. Driving immediately to yours like the routine was second nature to him.

One turned key later and you peeked up from the couch, noticing Stan's pissed off look. Chest heaving as he removed his coat, he put his spare key to your place on the side table. "You okay?"

"Shut up." He snapped, which made you blink in surprise and a bit hurt. Stan winced as he realised he may have freaked you out, making him sigh, slip off his shoes and sit by you on the sofa. "Fuck.." He murmured, leaning his head back against the back cushions. Today certainly hasn't gone right.

Sensing his stress about to snap like a twig, you slid yourself onto his lap, already in some evening wear. Arms smoothly slid around his shoulders and legs on either side of his hips. His eyes were still closed but his hands went to your ass, kneading it like dough. Like he was a cat pawing at something comfortable. "Mm wanna tell me something love?" You asked, starting to press kisses to his neck.

Stan made a little 'mmh' noise, debating in his head wether he wanted to bother you with a vent about his wife again. He was sure you were sick and tired of hearing about this woman and how it's not easy to leave her like you so, so desperately wanted. And god forbid he mentions his little ones. He did love them, but lord, it was so much at once, and finding time for you onto- "What's your lady done today, hm? How's she annoyed you?"

"fuck... She was up my ass today," Your hands went to his belt, pulling the leather out of the holder slowly. The sound made Stan take a deep breath in. You smiled and hummed in his ear, encouraging him to continue venting. His zipper and button went next, slipping your hand down his boxers, jerking him off.

Stan moaned quietly, eyebrows furrowed for a second as he tried to formulate his words. "I already take so many days off... I try my fucking best and apparently I need, shit, more days off... I can't fucking do it. Work needs me. You need me.." He sighed into your neck, hips jerking up into your hand slightly. It seemed slightly unreasonable to Stan, but he wasn't going to bother you with details. You didn't need them. You just needed him.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry." You cooed, picking up the pace which he hissed at. He let out a little 'ha' and his fingers gripped you. Wherever he could, he found something to ground him. "You're doing so well, baby, I think you're doing such a good job at work." You praised softly, smiling again and kissing the side of his face. Which in turn made Stan turn his head to kiss you deeply. It was needed. He groaned into your mouth, like he was trying to swallow you whole, keep you as close as possible.

"bite me... Please.. I need it. Bite me.." Stan muttered, eyes glazed over slightly in lust. You knew he didn't mean it. You couldn't, even though you wanted you. So desperately you wanted to kiss and bite his neck, make sure his co-workers knew someone else was making him so happy.

A small noise left you, something of a hum or a chuckle. "Stan... How about you just cum instead, hm?" You teased, pressing your thumb to the underside of the tip, rubbing it softly. His hips jerked up again, and he groaned again. Precum was leaking down his cock, coating your fingers viscously. That was probably proof enough he wanted to finish now. And quick. He just nodded though, his hands gripping at the loose fabric of your pajama trousers.

Awkwardly, you slipped the trousers down your legs, feeling one leg pool around your ankle. Stan just watched in want, needing you to go faster. Once it happened, he couldn't help himself and immediately gripped your hips, trying to get you to sit on his cock. "Awe, so needy this evening huh?" You chuckled, hovering over him for a moment. Stan just nodded, gazing up at you.

"please... Please bunny.." he begged slightly, attempting weakly to pull your hips down. A smirk was painted on your lips, and you gave in after a few seconds of torturing your boyfriend. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, Stan guided you down until he bottomed out. A quiet moan leaving his lips as he wrapped his arms tight around your waist. It kept you in place as you adjusted yourself until it felt right.

The rolls of your hips were slow, calculated and desperate. A full feeling that felt like torture for Stan as he let out occasional noises. All he needed was to lay you down and roughen you up, make you scream his name which would've made himself feel better. Make him feel somewhat wanted. It didn't take long for him to start pathetically fucking up into you, occasionally whispering your name into your neck.

Stan was a selfish lover. And it was obvious tonight. He had only fucked you a small amount before he came, whimpering into your neck as he bunny humped you to drag out the feeling of his orgasm. It was like heaven. You just accepted it, letting Stan hug onto you. "That feel better honey?"

He nodded, and just stayed buried deep in you. Making sure his release was kept in you. You kissed his cheek and smiled as you pulled back slightly. "I want to stay here tonight..." He uttered, still holding onto you, keeping you close.

"Of course you can sweetheart... I'd never deny you anything."

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marchsfreakshow · 10 months ago

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Red Nail Polish [Stan Bowes]

Smut / tiny bit of angst

Your boss never really spoke to you that much. Not really. So, you weren't particularly expecting a call from him at 12am asking you to come over.

This request is from AGESSS ago but I finally found some inspiration. Anon who requested it, if you're still here this is for you<3

Fair warning I haven't seen Pose for a bit so it might sound a bit ooc sorry.

Warnings: once again too much plot for a smut fic lol, brief 'sir' kink, Stan being kinda pathetic, oral (m), reader is a little mean occasionally.

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Stan never spoke to you. Tell a lie, he did. Occasionally. Brief hellos while he walked to a meeting maybe. Small talk maybe going over whatever he asked you to do.

There was never more than that. No lingering glances in your direction, no knowing smiles. Seemed like nothing. That's all your relationship was.

You worked like this for a few months.

Never speaking much together. Maybe you gave him lunch if he asked. You always found him cute though. The way his hair just sat the same every day, the way his eyes always gave you the same soft look when he walked past you. It was, slightly perfect. Too perfect.

Men have their secrets, you assumed he probably had his. That's probably why you liked his eyes. Too much of a past to stare at, too much to get into with your own boss who you barely spoke more than... 4 words to. You couldn't really casually go up to Stan and ask him, "Hey sir how's your home life? It's going good? Yea, your eyes say otherwise." You weren't insane!

The hours were long.

The weeks were tedious.

Eventually getting a few more words into Stan. Small conversations over lunch that didn't amount to much. The man found himself enjoying your company. "You do anything over the weekend?" He asked, adjusting himself in his chair a bit. Did he look uncomfortable? Probably.

The silence was nice, so you were slightly taken aback by his out of nowhere question. "Uh, went to see a production of Two Gentlemen Of Verona. That was nice."

"Oh, nice. On your own?"

On my own? What was that meant to mean?

"Yeah."

"Right."

The rest of lunch continued. Stan seemed off. On the edge of his seat, literally. He was uncomfortably perched on his chair, attempting to attain something just out of grasp. You noticed his fidgeting; flicking of his nails, slight playing with his food, eyes flickering around to avoid your own eyes. You wanted to pry but also figured you didn't talk enough to ask if he was okay. Stan would probably say that he's fine and you'd get right back to the slightest bit of uncomfortable silence.

Back to work.

Back to small smiles, little questions, and writing notes to yourself. For the next couple of hours. Boring and repetitive until 5:30pm. Everyone caught themselves up and left immediately. You found yourself a face in the crowd, heading towards your car before Stan got a moment to say 'Have a good evening' to you.

It was a lonely evening. He was used to hearing the TV play some children's shows for a while, hearing the little ones talk excitedly about what they did at school. Just being excited for no reason. But, no, he was greeted with silence this night. It was deafening. He had to be alone with his thoughts. It was another quick meal in the microwave. He had to face the rare few dishes still lingering in the sink. Mouldy food starting to stick to the porcelain. Only served as a reminder of the reality Stan currently lived in.

A lonely movie, lying on the couch in whatever clothes he could find. Staring up at the ceiling, blank-minded, thinking nothing. The movie waved past his ears. "Can I talk to you?"

Stan's phone call at 12am wasn't what you were expecting. You were half lying in bed, reading still. Very close to finishing the book, and that was what you were focused on. "Sir... Stan, it's 12am."

"sir...hey, call me that again," he murmured under his breath, closing his eyes. Lost in his thoughts of your voice. Maybe you shouldn't've been giving in to his desires. Stan had mentioned his wife, and his kids multiple times. He told you plenty of stories, but he seemed slightly out of it tonight.

Despite your lingering thoughts, you said 'fuck it' and responded quietly, your book closed on your lap. "Why sir? Something happened?"

"Yeah, actually. I, um, I was wondering if you could... come over."

A chuckle. "Stan.. it's midnight."

"I know. I know...just, please. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." Stan eventually told you his address, and you made a quick mental note. Agreeing eventually, and you hung up. Maybe you should pack an overnight bag. Yeah, maybe you should.

The drive took more time than you expected. You didn't properly change out of your home clothes either, just slipping on some underwear and trousers that weren't so... messy. Knocking quickly with the overnight bag still in the backseat of your car. "Ah, hi." Stan looked a mess, more than you felt right now and it almost broke your heart.

"Hey...why did you want me to come over?"

Stan took your hand, led you inside, and closed the door once you stood in the living room. It was certainly more messy than you would have expected. A bit of trash, a messed up couch, a random movie still playing dully on the TV. This... certainly wasn't what you were expecting. "Stan?" You asked, peeking out to the hallway.

"Sorry...sorry." The man sniffled. He quickly ran a hand over his face then took a few steps back into the living room. "Uh, come sit down. I'll, get you a drink." The words, the steps and his look only added to your confusion. Sure he was certainly...alone now, but the mess, and his clothes.

You took a few steps towards Stan and immediately held onto his arms. "Stan. What's going on?" Cutting him off of any words he was about to say. Stan looked at you, then at your hands on his arms. Then back into your eyes.

"She's gone."

Eyes wide. "Oh." How do you comfort people again? More specifically, how do you comfort your suddenly divorced boss who definitely hasn't been invading your thoughts recently? His eyes found the floor, like it was the most interesting thing in the room and said nothing for a moment.

People like hugs right? That should work. Enveloping Stan in a hug, your arms around his neck. Holding him close for a moment as he reluctantly wrapped his arms around your back. Awkward, but somehow comforting. It went on for a little bit too long, and once you pulled yourself away, his eyes found the floor again.

He wasn't really thinking much. You blinked and he kissed you. Wait what? His hands on your cheeks. This was not happening. Before he continued to kiss you, you took a step away. "Stan-"

"Fuck. Sorry." The man uttered, sitting on the couch instead. He looked quite sorry for himself. A bit of a pathetic sight really. It tugged at whatever empathetic heartstrings you had left. Stan clearly did something, and you probably should've left right then and there. I mean, were you really thinking about this? There are multiple reasons for his wife leaving, presumably with the two little kiddies. "Look, I just.." He trailed off once he saw you settle between his legs.

"um.."

"You're obviously feeling upset, and I know you did something but I don't really know any other way to comfort you." You muttered, taking a loop in the sweatpants and pulling it so the waistband became looser. Stan brought his hips up for a moment so you could pull the fabric from his hips and let it settle around his ankles.

"you really don't have to.." He protested. Stan's protests were weak. He clearly hadn't been touched for a while. Or he was incredibly attracted to you. While yes technically, you didn't have to, you felt some semblance of upset for Stan and his situation. And you figured this would be the best way to temporarily help him out. Fuck it, you might get a raise out of this tomorrow once the man came to his senses, you didn't know.

Stan's lack of pleasure for a while was obvious. He was achingly hard already, and you had barely slipped your hand into his boxers. Bit sad really. But you digressed. Slowly touching him under the fabric for a few moments, hearing his breathing get heavier, and occasional little moans escaping him. Eventually, though, Stan pulled your hand away just to tug his boxers down his legs to join his sweats.

Ah, you knew what to do now. You muttered nothing to yourself, as you rested your fingers around Stan's cock again. Taking a breath, leaning in. Your tongue resting on the underside for a moment. "Ha.."

"You okay?" You asked, pulling yourself away for a moment, looking up at Stan.

"It's uh, it's been a while.."

"Figured." Ouch. That stung in Stan's heart for a moment. The feeling immediately replaced once your lips were wrapped around his dick once again. He couldn't decide whether or not he wanted to watch you or let his head fall back against the couch. So, he eventually decided to let his head fall against the couch as you started to take more of him down your throat. One hand resting next to him on the couch and the other hesitant to rest on your head. He didn't know what type of person you were, so he could've tried to push you down and you would've hated that.

But, you just continued without a care in the world. Eyes screwed shut as your cheeks hollowed with every movement. You pulled away from time to time to breathe, revelling in the sound of Stan's small groans, whimpers and gasps. They were the sweet sounds and made it all the better. The sounds of a lonely boss who you honestly, were still decently interested in.

Yea. You were definitely going to get a raise out of this.

Stan let out another groan, keeping his fingers taut against your hair. As soon as you felt the telltale sign in your mouth, you pulled yourself away, heavily breathing still. Starting instead to jerk Stan off quickly, keeping the same pace for another few moments, until he came in your hand. Dripping down his cock and your fingers as Stan bucked up to ride himself through his orgasm since you didn't seem to help him.

"a-ah shit. I'm sorry.." He muttered once he realised he made a mess of your hand. Coincidentally, a tissue box was by the TV stand, so you stood up, cum over your hand and grabbed the box, bringing it over to Stan. Not as satisfying as Stan had hoped, but it was something and it made him feel a little better.

Silently, you cleaned your hand up, throwing the stained tissues in the bin quickly. Stan followed, slowly cleaning himself up and dressing himself back up. Cue awkward silence for a few moments. "Thanks."

"Yeah. Course."

Another few moments of silence between the two of you, ads playing in the background on the TV. Looking around the living room as you just sat there for a moment. Stan finally said something, just your name. Looking over to you with a hopeful look. "Can we...can I..take you somewh-"

"No." Stan blinked and then looked over at the wall, feeling slight whiplash at you saying no immediately. "Whatever the fuck happened... whatever the fuck you did... It clearly only just happened. And I don't think that's a good idea."

"You just-"

"Yeah, I'm fully aware of what I just did Stan."

A beat of silence. Both of you felt like at least one of you said something wrong. You figured it was Stan. Who goes and suggests a date to their secretary right after their wife left them? "...a few weeks?"

"Try a few months sir." You knew exactly what you were doing with that word. Stan knew too. There was no need for you to call him that right now. Glancing at each other.

But you got up silently and walked out to your car, leaving Stan in confusion for a couple of minutes. Once you came back in, overnight bag in hand, Stan got the idea. Well, he hoped it was the right idea. Being led through the house until you were in his room.

You were sure this was going to result in way more than a raise by this point.

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