#stan Bowes smut

[slut4evanpeters]

drabble- stan bowes x fem!reader MDNI 18+

notes: this is promot 18 from this post by the lovely @urfriendlywriter all creds to them for the idea! i felt like i had to put smth out because im writing a stan fic and its taken longer than expected 😞

warnings: filthy filthy filthy, fingering, making out, cum play(?)

You felt the heat radiating from Stan as he hovered over you, eyes dark with desire. The room was thick with tension, the air electric as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging in as he pulled you closer.

He pulled his fingers from your tight pussy, smearing your cum across his lips, his expression one of pure satisfaction. The sight of him, so messy and wild, made your heart race. You could see the way he relished in the moment, taking his time to savor every bit of you.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, his eyes locking onto yours. You could hardly breathe, the intensity of his gaze holding you captive. As he leaned in, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, the anticipation thick in the air.

With a teasing glint in his eyes, he pressed his lips to yours, the taste of your sweet release flooding your senses. It was intoxicating, a mix of pleasure and raw need, and you found yourself melting into the kiss. His tongue danced with yours. You could feel the world around you fade away, leaving just the two of you in this heated exchange.

His hands roamed your body, fingers trailing down your sides, igniting every nerve. You gasped against him, your body arching in response to his touch. He pulled back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in your flushed expression.

“Again,” you breathed, voice barely a whisper. Craving more of him, more of this connection. And with that, he dove back in, sliding his tongue between your lips and his fingers back into your sensitive pussy.

[marchsfreakshow]

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.

18+! MINORS DNI READ MY SFW WORKS

No one's perspective

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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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[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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"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.

[evanswifeily]

I swear if someone will say that Evan Peters is just a man i don’t know what I’ll do to them yet BUT HE IS A GOD‼️

[evanchantingpeters]

"Why haven't I seen these Evan pics before?" dump. Mmmkay, devoured...

No, but why did he serve so much—even in the most casual instances?

[theswanqu22n]

I want you all over me.

James Patrick March x reader - smut.

warnings: mention of p in v, oral, aggression? and etc.

♡₊˚ 🦢・��✧🩶.

Two hours earlier you were running away from James Patrick March after running into him just as you were about to take a pee. And now, you were just trying to hit on him in his office while he was smoking and looking at you with one of his eyebrows raised, calf on his right knee and looking you up and down.

"mhm turn...around" He nodded for you to turn around, which you did. The skirt of your dress showing a little more skin than it should, lace panties exposed and your ass cheeks in full view of him.

His eyes widened slightly as you basically presented your pert backside to him. His gaze turning hungrily drinking in the curvy canvas of flesh barely concealed by the black lace.

"Exquisite." He breathed, already halfway standing from his lounging position. The cigar fell from his fingers, already forgotten in the intensity of his focus on the erotic tableau unfolding before him.

You looked at him nervously, did it mean he was going to kill you or something else?

"i think it's time we christened that new massage table...don't you agree, my sweet?" His voice was deep, dark rumble of hunger, his words dripping with filthy promise.

Your gaze became somewhat confused, a table? It meant that you and he would do it, if you were in another situation where he wasn't going to kill you a few hours ago, you would refuse, but now you felt completely... obliged, even so, he didn't force you. Somehow, you felt attracted to what would happen. Besides, James is very attractive and the accent of his tone of voice is genuinely seductive.

So you followed him to where there was a strange table, not that big but big enough for you to fit on.

"but first." He took a step closer. With a weird gentleness nature belying his depraved nature. James reached out to gently grasp the zipper of your dress, his deft fingers worked the metal tab downward, slowly unveiling more of your creamy thighs.

"lift it up for me." He whisper near your ear, his voice sounded husky and really seductive, but it sounded comanding. "Show me that pretty lace you're hiding from me."

His other hand slid up your side to cup the figure of your waist, thumb brushing over the satín of your underwear in a provocative caress, as he did so, you slowly and delicately lifted the fabric of your dress skirt, revealing how the lace fabric of your panties covered barely your pussy.

His eyes darkened with carnal lust as you exposed yourself to him, this only served his arousal, with a low groan he allowed his hand to wander further, his fingertips tracing the edge of the lace, teasing the soft, bare flesh beneath.

"absolutely flawless." He murmured appreciatively, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he leaned close. "And now...my beautiful pet, let's get you onto that table so i can...worship this perfect little cunt with every inch of my body" he purred making your eyes close.

With a lack of finesse, he pushed you against the table and lifted your legs onto the wood, you closed your eyes for a few seconds to think about what was happening and then opened them, the scent of his cologne entering your nostrils. He's perfect if he wasn't a serial killer and... a ghost. Wait, you were about to have sex with a ghost?

"tonight, you're mine, completely and utterly." His voice was firm as his hands squeezed your thighs forcing you to spread your legs while you gasped and felt a great pressure between your legs, you were wet. "Legs open." He said. "We've only just begun and i need full access to every inch of your perfection"

He watched in fascination as you complied, your thighs parting willingly to reveal the wetness already gathered at your panties.

"mmmhm so ready for me already" he purred, his hands slipping beneath you to grasp your panties and pull them down, revealing your wetness. "In for a penny, in for a pound let's explore every...delightful detail of this...sweet nectar." You shivered at the sound of his words, his pointing finger tracing the sides of your pussy lips, taking in some of your wetness, you were even embarrassed that he was looking at how much he was turning you on.

And with that, James knelt himself between your splayed legs, his hot breath wafting over your sex as his tongue began it's leisurely exploration. A slow deliberate glide along your slick folds before circling the sensitive bud of your clit with agonizing precision.

You on the other hand, reached your hand towards the black strands of his hair, letting out a gasp as you tried your best not to close your legs, god, his tongue felt so good.

"fuck-" you moaned as you closed your eyes and opened your mouth, arching a bit your back. His response came in a low guttural growl, vibrating against your throbbing clit as he responded eagerly to your invitation. His hands slid towards your hips, gripping them and holding you in place you could swear that the veins in his hands were popping out more. His tongue delvving into your quivering canal with bold plunging strokes.

"such a needy little cunt" he accused, nuzzling chin against your inner thighs, sending shivers through you. "So fucking eager to be devoured by me" the sensual taunt was underscored by the flicks of his tongue probing the tight, clenched muscles of your pussy searching for your sweet spot.

You moaning his name making him more excited, his own arousal hardened impressively restrained only by the fabric of his tailored slacks, the intense sensation of your lust heat engulfing his tongue, matched with the desperate moans and the way you were grinding on his mouth, gripping his hair locks.

"tell me how much do you want it" he purred, looking up and staring at you penetratingly, his dark eyes could burn holes in your skin and his lips wet as well as his nose of your juices. "Let me hear you beg for my cock like the good little slut you are." He said "Weren't you seducing me a while ago?"

You nodded, swallowing hard as you panted, trying to formulate a word. "Give it to me...please" you whimpered, feeling like you sounded totally idiotic and submissive but it's James March, the bastard had great charm.

The pleasure groan that erupted from march's throat at your wanton plea was as much as surrender as it was a confirmation. With utmost care to maintain the intimacy of the moment, he withdrew just enough to grab his zipper with a fumbling motion, the desesperation evident even in this simplest of actions.

You couldn't help but feel that you weren't the only one who felt pathetic opening up like this, at this moment it was just you and him and he wasn't judging you right now, so, you licked your lips looking at him intensely feeling that he was about to reveal a surprise gift to you, which he did due to the conditions.

"fuckkk, just for you, gorgeous" he grunted roughly, yanking open his pants to free his painfully engorged cock, making you gasp, feeling yourself getting even wetter, that tickling in your belly wanting to have him balls deep inside you.

His cock throbbed with need, the engorged crown glistening with precum as James fisted his length, aiming himself at your drooling entrance.

"brace yourself, darlin'." He advised with a lewd, wolfish grin, his eyes burning and intensity of lust in their brown eyes. "And im going to split you open and claim every inch for myself" in one smooth, powerful trust, he buried himself to the hilt within your clenching, velvet heat. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh was immediately followed by your moans, stretching out your hands to hold yourself on the table while his hands rested on the table and he thrust into you harder but excitingly.

You arched your back as you opened your mouth and moaned his name, his eyes closed for a moment and you could hear his grunts between each thrust, his chest rising and falling despite not having taken off his white long-sleeved shirt yet, he still looked exquisitely good.

You felt his length go in and out halfway, it felt so good that your legs were shaking, how he even hit that exact spot, his hands didn't even touch anywhere else, they just moved back to your hips pushing you further into him.

"fuck- yes...James!" You moaned as you tried to push yourself against him, you could see how he clenched his teeth in a scowl, grunting and opening his eyes to look at you intensely as he pushed himself more inside you.

The wet suction and soft clench of your pussy only seemed to urge him on, spurring him to fuck you even harder, to drive you wild beneath him. Hips slapping lewdly against yours, March pounded into you with unrelenting brutality, chasing his impending release with single-minded focus.

And you could feel how you were about to cum but you even wanted to wait to do it with him, according to what you had heard it felt better that way. "Fuck...im close"

he snarled through gritted teeth, his cock swell with impending eruption. You moaned trying to close your legs but he grabbed your knees to keep them open.

"ja-james!"

"No escaping, pet," he commanded harshly, using his grip to hold your legs apart and pin you in place.

Before you could respond, he leaned down to capture your mouth in a dominating kiss, his tongue plunging inside to claim yours in turn. The sensual assault only heightened the swirling intensity within you, sending you crashing into a violent orgasm.

March's cock swelled impossibly within your quivering walls, the sensation of you squeezing him in time with your spasms driving him over the edge. With a guttural, bestial roar, he pumped himself hard one, two, three more times before finally surrendering to release.

His seed erupted in a torrent, pumping deep into your womb as he filled you to the brim. March's hips jerked involuntarily, grinding against you to milk every last drop as aftershocks rocked through him.

"Mine," he growled possessively against your mouth, stilling when their breathing slowed.

You closed your eyes gasping for air, grinding your hips a little as your pussy sucked and spilled mixtures of your juices onto the table, this had literally been the kind of sex you'd been looking for your whole life and it left you wanting to never leave this hotel.

"I know that feeling, that's why I brought my little friend with me" He smiled excitedly and pulled out a knife that was under the pile of things that was on that "massage" table. You looked at him and there you felt terror again, your skin crawled and your eyes widened.

"wh...what!?" you said confused and desperate, what the fuck?

"Exactly, and we'll be together forever, isn't that great darling? You'll be replacing...the little vampire" He chuckled and gave you a peck on the cheek like it was a fucking game.

credits for dividers: @dollywons

[evussy]

Word count: 9k words (smut with plot, TW cult, dub-con, mentions of knife, force intimacy, manipulation, gaslighting, use of bible verses while having sex, fl virgin, unprotected sex, dark & disturbing—it’s literally a Kai Anderson FanFic let’s be fr)

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Faith = Reader

Messiah

Laughter echoed through the kitchen, warm and carefree. Faith stood at the counter, her hands buried in dough as she kneaded, her thin white sleep dress brushing her knees. A smudge of flour streaked her cheek, unnoticed in the sunlight streaming through the floral curtains. Across the room, Emma whisked something in a stainless-steel bowl, her messy bun bouncing with every laugh. Her oversized white T-shirt and pajama pants looked as casual as the conversation.

"Remember when I first met you? You couldn't even speak English!" Emma teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Faith groaned, laughing as she rolled the dough beneath her palms. "Oh, come on! Forget that! What did you expect? I'm an immigrant!"

Emma leaned against the counter, catching her breath from laughing. "Your pronunciation was always so funny!"

"Stop it! You're so mean!" Faith threw a small pinch of flour at her, unable to hide her grin.

Emma smirked, wiping her arm. "And that time you told me about your first date—using all those metaphors! I didn't understand a thing, but your confused face—"

The words cut off as the front door slammed open, the sound like a gunshot reverberating through the house. Faith froze, the laughter draining from her face. Emma's whisk stilled mid-air, her expression snapping into alarm.

Four strangers stepped into the kitchen, their presence as oppressive as a stormcloud. Three men and one woman, all in their late twenties, towered over the two young women. The first man, tall with a thick beard, scanned the room with a predatory gaze.

"You look happy. Contented," he said, his voice heavy with sarcasm as his eyes landed on Emma.

Emma looked like she wanted to melt into the floor. Her skin turned pale, her shoulders curling inward defensively. Faith glanced at her, confused and uneasy.

"Haven't seen you in a while, Emma," another man chimed in, his bleached-white hair gleaming under the sunlight. Dressed in a sharp red suit, he smirked with condescension. "Our leader is wondering if you're still loyal. You know you can't just walk away, right? Ignoring all your responsibilities?"

Emma swallowed hard, her hands trembling. "I didn't walk away," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not running anywhere."

Faith's frown deepened. "Emma, who are these people?" she asked softly, her unease growing.

Emma stammered, but no words came out.

"What's the matter, Emma? Are you ashamed of your family now?" the woman sneered. She was pale and sharp-featured, her thick eyeliner giving her an almost predatory look.

"You've got work to finish. Did you think we'd forget?" growled a third man, dressed in a blue uniform that looked out of place in the casual home setting.

"Just give me more time—I promise, I'll do it," Emma pleaded, her voice trembling.

"Promises, promises," the woman mocked, her lips curling into a cold smile. "Maybe you should make a pinky promise with him. It's been weeks, Emma. Do you think the world revolves around you? We're starting to wonder if you're useless."

Faith's jaw tightened as she stepped forward. "Excuse me? Don't talk to her like that. And who the hell are you to call yourselves her family? I've met her family—it's definitely not you!"

"Faith, shut up!" Emma hissed, panic flickering across her face.

The bearded man tilted his head, studying Faith with detached curiosity. "Should we kill her?" he asked the woman coldly. "She's a friend. Might know something."

"No! Don't!" Emma stepped forward, her hands raised in desperation. "She has nothing to do with this! Please, don't get her involved! I'll explain everything to Kai—I'll do what he asked, I swear. Just leave her alone."

Faith's panic boiled over. "What the hell, Emma? Who are these people? What's going on?"

The man in the red suit smirked. "Kai hasn't given the order yet. Let her explain. Killing them both here would be messy."

"You're not taking her!" Faith shouted, grabbing Emma's arm protectively. "Emma, these people are insane! Don't go with them!"

But her resistance was futile. The men moved quickly, one grabbing Faith's wrist while another yanked Emma toward the door. Faith struggled, but their strength overpowered hers.

"Take her too," the woman said coldly, pointing at Faith. "She'll be a nuisance otherwise. We'll deal with them both at the house."

The terror on Emma's face mirrored Faith's as the two of them were dragged outside, their protests drowned out by the sound of the van's doors slamming shut. The bright afternoon sun burned against Faith's skin, but the chill in her chest was far colder as the engine roared to life.

They were dragged across a vast living room, their footsteps muffled against the polished wooden floor. The dim, golden glow of ceiling lights struggled to pierce the heavy shadows lingering in the room, leaving much of the dark-paneled space cloaked in an oppressive gloom.

The air felt thick, suffocating, as they were shoved forward. Their captors gripped their arms tightly, forcing them to the center of the room. Faith stumbled, her bare feet sliding on the cold floor, her thin dress doing little to shield her from the chill. Emma, silent and trembling, barely lifted her head.

Then came the sound of measured footsteps, echoing from the staircase at the back of the room. All eyes turned as a man descended the wide, creaking steps.

His buzzed hair gleamed faintly under the dim light, his sharp features carved with calm authority. He wore a simple black shirt tucked neatly into dark jeans, the sleeves rolled just above his elbows, revealing forearms marked by faint scars and veins that spoke of quiet strength.

As he reached the bottom step, their captors released Faith and Emma abruptly, as if their very presence might offend the man. Faith staggered slightly but caught herself, her wide eyes darting toward Emma, who stood frozen, her arms crossed defensively over her chest.

The man's gaze swept over them, lingering just a moment longer on Faith. His expression was unreadable—calm, calculating, and unnervingly composed. He stopped a few feet away, his presence filling the room like a sudden drop in temperature.

No one spoke. The silence stretched taut, broken only by the faint creak of the wooden floor beneath his boots as he shifted his weight. Finally, he clasped his hands behind his back, his voice low and steady when he spoke.

"Emma," he said, his tone devoid of warmth but heavy with unspoken expectation.

Emma flinched as if his voice had struck her. "Kai..." she stammered, her voice cracking.

Faith's breath hitched. This is him. This is the man they were talking about.

Kai tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes never leaving Emma. "You've been very busy," he said evenly. "And yet, not busy enough. Do you know how much trouble you've caused me?"

Emma's knees wavered, and she clasped her hands in front of her, her lips trembling. "I was going to—I didn't mean to—I just needed more time."

Kai let the silence stretch for a moment longer before his gaze shifted to Faith. His eyes scanned her slowly, taking in every detail—the flour still faintly dusting her cheek, the tremor in her hands, the way her dress clung to her frame.

"And who," he asked quietly, his tone sharp enough to slice through the air, "is this?"

No one spoke. The silence was suffocating, heavy with unspoken tension. Faith could feel it—the weight of their hesitation—as if uttering her name would seal her fate.

Kai's sharp gaze flickered between the people in the room, his patience thinning. He took a deliberate step toward Faith, the soles of his boots barely making a sound against the floor.

"Cat got your tongue?" he murmured, his voice low but cutting, every syllable sinking into her like a blade. His dark eyes lingered on her trembling form for a moment before he glanced around, his brows lifting in a calm, expectant gesture.

Someone had to speak.

"Her name's Faith," the woman finally said, her voice neutral but clipped. "That's what Emma called her earlier."

Kai tilted his head slightly, his gaze returning to Faith. "And why is she here?" he asked, his tone still calm but laced with an edge that made every word feel like a warning.

The man in the blue uniform shifted uncomfortably before speaking. "She's a friend. Tried to interfere earlier when we came for Emma. She wasn't part of the plan, but we didn't have time to deal with her, so we brought her along. Figured she might know something... or start spilling later."

Kai's eyes didn't leave Faith as the man spoke. The explanation seemed to hang in the air, sinking in slowly.

He inhaled deeply through his nose, his sharp jaw tightening for a brief moment before relaxing. His gaze bore into her, assessing every detail—her posture, the way her bare feet shifted nervously against the cold floor, and the fear radiating off her like heat.

"Faith," he repeated, his voice rolling over the syllables as though tasting them. It wasn't a question. It was an acknowledgment, deliberate and uncomfortably intimate.

Faith's chest tightened as she kept her gaze fixed on the wooden floor. Her pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out the oppressive silence. Her instincts screamed at her to look away, to disappear into herself, yet she felt his eyes crawling over her like a physical weight.

What had started as a simple, impulsive defense of her friend had spiraled into something far worse. She could feel it in the way the room seemed to darken around him, in the chill that seeped into her bones.

She swallowed hard, her throat dry. She was too afraid to meet his gaze.

Kai's lips quirked, not into a smile but something far more unsettling, like he was memorizing her—every quiver, every breath, every ounce of her fear.

"So, tell me, Emma." Kai's voice was smooth, almost gentle, but the undertone was unmistakable. It was a command wrapped in false affection.

Emma's breath hitched audibly, her shoulders tightening. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.

"Why haven't you done what I told you to do?" His tone dropped lower, each word deliberate, slow, and weighted.

Faith watched him, her confusion mounting. His voice carried an unsettling mix of reprimand and encouragement, like a parent disappointed yet still coaxing.

"You're holding back our movement," he continued. "You know I need you, right? No one could've done this better than you. You're perfect for this. I trust you enough to know that."

"I know, I'm sorry..." Emma stammered, her voice trembling. "I just... I'm having cold feet... Kai—I—"

Her words trailed off, disjointed and incomplete. Faith listened intently but couldn't make sense of the exchange. Cold feet? Movement? Perfect for what? The vagueness hung heavy in the air, and this time, despite her growing fear, Faith stayed silent.

Kai stepped closer to Emma, his hand rising to cup her face with unsettling tenderness. His thumb brushed against her cheek, a gesture so soft it made Faith flinch.

"I know this is hard for you," he murmured, his voice a mockery of comfort. "But I love you, Emma. You know that, right?"

Emma nodded weakly, her body trembling under his touch. "I know," she whispered, her voice breaking. "But I'm scared. I'm really, really scared. I don't want to die."

Faith's lips parted as her best friend's words sunk in. Her stomach churned with a mix of shock and disbelief. Die? What the fuck is he asking her to do that involves dying?!

Kai didn't flinch at Emma's tears. If anything, his grip seemed to tighten slightly, though his tone remained soft.

"If you do this," he said, his voice almost hypnotic, "you'll live forever through me."

Emma's red-rimmed eyes flicked toward Faith, her gaze full of something Faith couldn't immediately place—regret, guilt, or maybe resignation. It felt like a silent goodbye, a final acknowledgment of something Faith wasn't ready to understand.

Faith's body tensed as her heart pounded. A sickening realization clawed at the edges of her mind, but the words still wouldn't come. She could only watch as Kai's hand lingered on Emma's tear-streaked face, his presence suffocating them both.

Kai's eyes followed Emma's gaze, his curiosity sharpening as both their eyes landed on Faith. Emma quickly averted her gaze, but Kai's lingered. His stare held an intensity that made Faith's skin crawl.

Then, as if deciding something in his mind, Kai looked back at Emma, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint, almost playful smirk.

"Do you want to do it together?" he asked casually, as if proposing something mundane. "Your friend isn't leaving here anyway. That way, you won't be alone, and it'll be less scary."

Faith's heart dropped. Her head snapped toward Emma, searching her friend's face for any semblance of an explanation, but all she found was panic.

"No!" Emma shook her head vehemently, her voice rising in desperation. "No, please, let her go. She has nothing to do with this, Kai. It's not fair for my best friend—"

"Best friend?" Kai interrupted, his tone dripping with amusement.

He turned back to Faith, taking a slow step toward her. She stiffened as his gaze swept over her, not in a leering way, but like he was studying a new piece of art. His eyes held an unnerving mix of interest and calculation, like he was fitting her into some grander scheme.

Faith's lips parted to speak, but the words died in her throat. She didn't trust her voice.

"She's your best friend?" Kai asked again, his tone softer, almost teasing. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flicking back to Emma. "And you thought it was fair to bring her here? Into this?"

Emma's breathing quickened, and her eyes darted back and forth between Faith and Kai. "I didn't bring her—she just happened to be at my house. Please, she doesn't know anything!"

Kai smiled faintly, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Interesting," he murmured. His gaze slid back to Faith, his expression unreadable.

Faith's pulse raced as she struggled to comprehend the exchange. Every word between Kai and Emma felt like a puzzle piece, but none of it fit together. All she knew was that whatever Kai was suggesting, it was bad—very bad.

"Well," Kai continued, his voice light but laced with menace, "since she's already here, maybe she can stay a little longer. You said she's your best friend, right? Wouldn't you want her by your side for something so important?"

Faith's stomach dropped, and she clenched her fists. Her instincts screamed to run, but she couldn't move.

Emma shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. "No! No, Kai, please! I'll do whatever you want, but let her go. She doesn't deserve this."

"You know I can't let her leave," Kai said, his voice eerily calm, addressing Emma as though Faith wasn't even there. "She already has an idea of what's going on. Unless..." He trailed off, turning his head toward Faith with a slow, deliberate gaze. "...she wants to be a part of us? Of course, I'd never insist or force anyone to join," he added smoothly, a false warmth lacing his tone. "I didn't force you, remember?"

Emma stood frozen, her face pale, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

"But if she doesn't..." Kai sighed, a theatrical display of weariness. "She can't go on another day, Emma. You know I have to be fair. No one gets exceptions here—not even your best friend." He emphasized the last two words, his voice hardening. "I have rules, Emma. Rules that protect all of us."

"She's got to stay alive, please," Emma pleaded, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. "This is my fault—"

"Your fault?" Kai interrupted sharply, his tone deceptively soft. "Is being here a mistake for you?" His brow furrowed as if her words had wounded him, his eyes narrowing in mock sadness.

Emma's mouth opened, but no words came. She choked on her reply, her fear tangible.

Faith, on the floor, tried to muster every ounce of courage she had. "Can't you just let Emma go? We won't say a thing to anyone. We'll pretend this never happened—"

Her plea was cut short as Kai's hand struck her across the face with brutal force. The impact sent her sprawling to the ground, her cheek stinging with a searing heat.

Kai exhaled heavily, looking down at her with disdain. His hand slid down his face, rubbing his mouth before falling limply to his side. His stress seemed genuine, but it only made him more menacing.

Emma flinched at the sound of the slap, her sobs stifled as her body froze in place. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to move, unwilling to draw Kai's attention again.

"You don't get to talk back," Kai hissed, his voice dangerously low as he loomed over Faith. He pointed a finger down at her, his expression cold and unrelenting. "You don't even have the right to speak when I'm not talking to you. Do you understand?"

Faith pressed her trembling hands to the floor, her face throbbing as she avoided his piercing gaze. She didn't answer, her fear locking the words in her throat.

Kai waited, his silence heavy and oppressive, before stepping back toward Emma. "Fix this, Emma," he said simply, his tone soft but loaded with a threat that didn't need to be spoken.

Kai gestured to the man in the blue uniform, who immediately stepped forward and handed him a knife. The blade glinted coldly under the dim light as Kai tapped it rhythmically against his palm, the sound sharp and deliberate, like a clock ticking down.

He turned to Emma, his expression softening into a mockery of concern. "Are you still loyal to me, Emma?" he asked, his voice laced with feigned worry, though his eyes betrayed his predatory intent.

Emma's breath hitched, her body trembling. She didn't respond.

"C'mon," Kai urged, stepping closer and holding the knife out to her. "Take it."

Hesitantly, Emma extended her shaking hand and grasped the knife. It felt heavier than it should, her palm slick with sweat as her fingers closed around the handle.

Kai's gaze bore into her, his lips curving into a faint smile. "Now prove it to me," he said, his tone gentle yet commanding. "Prove to me that you're still loyal. That you're still my girl, Emma."

Emma's knees buckled, but she stayed standing, clutching the knife tightly.

"Kill this b*tch," Kai said nonchalantly, gesturing toward Faith with a lazy flick of his hand, as if her life were a minor inconvenience to be discarded.

Faith froze in place, her heart hammering in her chest. Her body moved before her mind caught up, stumbling back a step as if to distance herself from the growing horror.

"Emma," Faith whispered, her voice barely audible. Her wide, tear-filled eyes met her best friend's. She shook her head slowly, her lips trembling. "Please. Don't do this."

Kai watched the exchange with an air of amusement, his arms crossing as he leaned casually against the back of a chair. "Go ahead," he said, his voice light, as if they were discussing the weather.

"Show me your loyalty, Emma. I'm waiting."

Emma's hands shook violently, the blade quivering as her grip faltered. Tears streamed down her face, her lips parting as though she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Faith's back hit the wall, her hands raised in a quiet, desperate plea. "Emma, look at me," she whispered. "Don't let him do this to you. You don't have to do this."

Kai's expression darkened, his patience thinning. "Emma," he barked sharply, causing both women to flinch. "You don't make me doubt you, do you?"

The room fell silent, save for Emma's ragged breathing.

"Kai... I—I'll do what you ask me," Emma stammered, her voice cracking under the weight of her desperation. "Sooner. Immediately. Tomorrow! Just... just spare Faith! Please!" Her tear-filled eyes darted toward Faith. "Faith, you'll be a part of us, right? You'll help us, right?" she cried, her tone pleading, almost frantic, as though trying to convince herself as much as her friend.

Faith's chest heaved with sobs, her back pressed firmly against the wall. "I don't even know what this is, Emma!" she cried out, her voice raw and trembling. "What the hell are you in? What's happening?"

"You just have to be loyal to Kai," Emma said, trembling, her grip on the knife tightening as though holding onto it might anchor her. "Like me—like everyone else. Help us—" Her voice cracked, and she broke into another sob.

Kai scoffed, the sound low and condescending. He stepped forward, his hands shoved into his pockets as his shadow loomed over both women. "And in what way," he said slowly, his tone dripping with disdain, "will she be useful to me?"

Emma froze, her breath hitching as Kai's cold gaze burned into her.

"You can barely manage to be useful yourself, Emma," he continued, shaking his head, disappointment laced in his words. "Why would I waste my time on someone weaker than you?"

Emma's knees buckled, but she remained standing, her head bowed in shame and fear. Faith, meanwhile, stood frozen, her mind racing for an escape that didn't exist.

Kai clicked his tongue, pacing slowly between them. "You disappoint me, Emma. Again," he muttered, his voice a mix of mockery and menace. "Now tell me—why exactly should I listen to your pathetic begging?"

"She can cook for you and clean," Emma said hurriedly, almost stumbling over her words. "She's good at it! Isn't that what women are for?" The last phrase escaped her lips involuntarily, something she'd heard Kai say countless times.

Kai's lips twisted into a sneer, his eyes narrowing with contempt. "That's all?" He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "She can't even kill? Does she even have anything to fight for? Like we do?" He took a step closer to Faith, his gaze intense and piercing.

"I can't kill," Faith said quickly, her voice shaking with fear. "I can't go to jail. I don't want to go to jail," she added, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't risk everything—her life, her sick sister, the fragile sense of stability she had left.

Kai's gaze shifted back to Emma, a silent agreement passing between them. He shrugged with a bored expression. "See?" he said simply, as though the answer was obvious. "She's not worth it."

"Faith, please!" Emma's voice cracked with frustration. Her hands trembled at her sides, desperate to find some way to fix this—to save her friend from whatever fate Kai had in store for her.

"Aren't you looking for the right woman to bear your successor? Why not her?" The man with white hair and a red suit spoke, his voice daring, cutting through the tense silence.

Kai stopped dead in his tracks, his lips slightly parted as the suggestion hung in the air. The idea seemed to sink in slowly, his gaze shifting between Emma, Faith, and the man who had spoken. His expression darkened, considering the proposition.

Faith's face drained of color, her eyes wide with terror. The weight of the suggestion settled over her like a suffocating fog. She felt as though her life was being toyed with, threatened by the very thought of what they might be suggesting.

"Emma! Speak! They can't do that to me!" Faith shouted, her voice cracking with shock and panic, eyes pleading with her best friend for help.

For a moment, the room fell into a suffocating silence. Kai's gaze never left Faith, slowly tracing her form from head to toe, as if he were sizing her up. She was fragile, all fire and defiance on the outside, but he could see it—the fear in her eyes, the trembling in her stance. It was clear. He could break her, reshape her into what he wanted, force her into submission.

The white, thin dress she wore—innocent and delicate—suddenly made perfect sense. She looked like a sacrificial lamb, untouched, pure... like the Virgin Mary, offering herself for something much darker.

"Faith..." Kai's voice was soft, almost reverent, as if speaking her name brought something sacred to the moment. She stood before him, trembling, untouched, like she had stepped out of a storybook. "Maybe this is fate?" he murmured, a strange, chilling satisfaction in his words.

"You're insane! All of you are insane!" Faith lashed out, her voice sharp with defiance. "I'm never going to have sex with you, you disgusting piece of shi-"

Before she could finish, the bearded man stepped forward, pressing the cold barrel of a gun against her neck. The air in the room felt like it had been sucked out. Her heart raced as everyone held their breath, waiting for something to happen. But Kai-he was calm, his eyes never leaving Faith, a twisted admiration flickering across his face. He wasn't offended.

No, he was in awe.

The gun's cold metal dug into her skin, and Faith refused to flinch. "I'd rather be killed today than let you have me," she spat, her voice steady despite the panic clawing at her throat. "At least I can keep my dignity! You're not going to be my first. Just thinking about it makes me sick! A baby? A crazy child like you?" She glared at Kai, the anger surging through her. She was ready for death now.

Anything was better than being a vessel for his madness.

Kai didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked at her, eyes narrowing, lips curling into a dark smile. "So, you're a virgin?" His voice was quiet, but every word felt deliberate, like he was savoring it.

Faith's chest tightened, but she didn't answer. It was as if cold water had been poured over her, freezing her in place. His look-satisfied, pleased-sent a shiver through her, and she couldn't tear her gaze away.

"You're clean. Untouched..." Kai mused, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. The way he said it-like it was something he owned now-sent a wave of unease crashing through her.

"Get that gun out of her face," Kai ordered. He motioned to two of his men. The one with the white hair and the bearded one. They moved quickly, grabbing her arms and pulling her toward a room. Faith screamed, struggling against their hold, her fists beating uselessly against their grip. But it was no use. They dragged her away, her cries echoing in the empty hallway.

The room was stark and cold, its simplicity amplifying the fear that clung to the air. A queen-sized bed sat in the center, its white pillows and sheets marred by the faintest signs of old stains. Wooden furniture—nothing fancy—lined the walls, a small cabinet, and a bathroom tucked off to the side. Hours had passed since she was brought in here, the weight of time pressing heavily on her chest. She had searched the room meticulously, rifling through every cabinet and corner, hoping for a weapon -anything. But there was nothing. Every attempt to open the door was met with cold, mocking voices from outside, telling her it was useless.

She paced, anxiously, her thoughts racing.

Then, the door creaked open.

Kai stepped inside, his presence as imposing as ever. But this time, his gaze was different. It wasn't filled with the usual disdain, but rather something unsettling -something that made her feel like her existence meant more to him now, like she had some kind of purpose to him.

"Do you want to pray first, Faith?" he asked, holding a Bible in his hands, his voice deceptively calm.

"F*ck you!" she spat, trembling with a mix of anger and fear.

In a fluid motion, Kai stepped forward, slamming the Bible across her face. The sting exploded across her skin. "The mother of my child won't speak like that," he said coldly, his eyes narrowing. "You need to understand your place here, hm?"

"I'm not a mother," she spat again, her lip split and bleeding.

His eyes darkened, his patience visibly thinning. He exhaled sharply. "Get on the bed," he ordered, his tone firm and unyielding. Every word felt like a weight, pressing her further down.

She shook her head violently. "K*Il me instead," she cried, her voice breaking with desperation.

Without saying a word, Kai motioned for two men to enter. The sight of them only made her heart race faster, her fear spiking.

"F*cking tie her to the bed," Kai instructed, his voice void of any mercy.

The men moved quickly, grabbing her as she screamed, her hands struggling to free themselves. The man in the blue uniform reached behind his back, pulling out a set of handcuffs. Faith thrashed, kicking and shouting, but it was no use. They were too strong, too many. They forced her down onto the bed, pinning her in place before cuffing her hands to the metal headboard.

Her body went rigid, her screams echoing in the room. She thrashed with every ounce of strength she had, but the steel cuffs bit into her wrists, and she was trapped.

And there stood Kai, towering over her feet. His presence alone was enough to make her stomach churn. The Bible he clutched in his hands felt like a twisted contradiction against the cruelty in his eyes.

Kai's gaze burned into her, his dark eyes alight with a fervor that bordered on madness. Slowly, he began unbuttoning his shirt, his movements deliberate as if to savor the moment. The room seemed to grow colder, the weight of his intentions suffocating.

Faith's breathing hitched as the shirt slipped from his shoulders, revealing the hard planes of his chest. His skin was marred only by the inked symbol that dominated the center—a blazing sun with rays curling outward, and at its core, a single, unblinking eye. It stared out like a sentinel, its design intricate and foreboding, as if it were alive and watching her every move.

Below the tattoo, his chest was chiseled, every muscle defined, the sharp lines of his abs dipping into a taut V-shape. A faint trail of dark hair ran from his navel downward, disappearing beneath the waistband of his dark jeans. The sight was unnerving, a twisted contrast to the raw, male beauty he exuded.

Kai noticed her stare, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He reached up, running a hand over the tattoo as if to emphasize it, his fingers brushing against the inked eye. "This," he said, his voice low, reverent, "is the mark of the divine. The proof of my purpose."

He leaned over her, the heat of his body oppressive as his words dripped with fervor. "You will worship me, Faith. And together, we will bring forth the light."

She broke into a silent sobs once again, the weight of his presence pressing down on her, as his lips curled into a twisted smile. The ritual, it seemed, was only just beginning.

The room was suffocatingly quiet, the only sound her ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed beneath her. The sheets clung to her skin, their texture rough against the thin fabric of her sleeping dress. The wooden walls surrounding her felt oppressive, closing in like a cage.

She flinched as he crawled onto the mattress, the springs groaning under his weight. He moved slowly, deliberately. His hands moved with slow precision, trailing down her arms, his touch almost gentle. His fingertips brushed her collarbone, lingering at the base of her throat. She stiffened, the conflicting mix of fear and something she couldn't name tightening in her chest. "Your body," he said, his voice dropping lower, "is a vessel for divinity."

He let his palm flatten against her stomach, moving in languid strokes, as though savoring the feel of her skin. "But first, it must be sanctified." His hands dipped lower, his touch skimming the hem of her dress

The way his eyes never left her face made her want to squirm, but the cuffs held her firm, trapped beneath his scrutiny.

Kai shifted, his weight pressing the mattress down beside her. His mouth hovered at her ear, the warmth of his breath making her shiver as he whispered, "Your flesh is not your own. It belongs to a greater purpose." His lips grazed the edge of her jaw, his tongue flicking out to taste the flour on her cheek. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, brushing along her thighs with a deliberate slowness that made her squirm.

"Don't fight it," he murmured, his voice taking on a sharper edge. "Submission is salvation."

His free hand slid up to cup her face, turning her gaze back to his. Her eyes burned, tears threatening to spill, but the raw intensity in his expression rooted her in place. "Don't look away," he commanded, his tone suddenly sharper. "This moment is sacred."

His fingers lingered at the edge of her underwear, his movements slow, savoring the power he held. He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "This is not just for me," he murmured, his tone reverent yet cold. "It's for the world. This is for the next messiah."

Her breath hitched, and she finally found her voice, though it trembled. "Y-you don't have to do this," she stammered, trying to push her knees together, but his hands held her thighs firmly apart. "Please... I don't want this."

Kai paused, tilting his head as if her words intrigued him. "Your desires are irrelevant," he replied softly, his grip tightening. "You were chosen, not because you wanted it, but because you were destined."

She shook her head, panic bubbling to the surface. "I'm not... I'm not who you think I am! This is a mistake!"

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "There are no mistakes in my plan," he said, his two hands pushed the fabric of her dress higher, baring her completely. The humiliation burned through her, making her squirm beneath him, but his weight pinned her in place. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Please, don't."

Kai ignored her, his lips grazing her neck as he muttered, "And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favor with God." His voice was soft, almost tender, as though he were comforting her. But his actions were anything but.

His hands moved with more purpose now, exploring her body with invasive familiarity. Every touch felt like a violation, his palms rough against her soft breast . She twisted beneath him, her wrists straining against the cuffs that held her. "Get off me!" she screamed, her voice cracking with desperation.

Kai's hand shot to her throat, tightened slightly around her throat, enough to still her struggles without cutting off her breath. His thumb stroked her jawline, almost gently, as his other hand moved with unhurried precision. He slid his fingers lower, his touch grazing the sensitive skin of her clothed center before pressing firmly against the thin fabric still shielding her.

A soft gasp escaping her lips as his finger began pressing slowly and circling over her most vulnerable spot. "You will carry the child of God," he murmured, watching her face as her hips involuntarily shifted. His thumb alternating between soft, teasing motions and firmer pressure, watching her carefully. His lips returned to her skin, marking her with open- mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder.

"No," she whimpered, her voice cracking as her hips jerked instinctively. "Stop- please-"

He cut her off with a sharp press of his thumb, dragging them firmly along her through the fabric. "Your words mean nothing," he said, his tone calm, dismissive. "This is your purpose. It's written into your flesh."

Her thighs trembled against his hand, the sensation overwhelming despite her desperate attempts to resist it. She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the sounds rising in her throat, but Kai was relentless. He shifted his weight, settling lower as his hand slipped beneath the fabric, his fingertips brushing against her bare entrance.

The first touch was a deliberate stroke, dragging through her folds with maddening slowness, spreading the dampness he found there. "Your body already prepares itself," he said, his voice a mixture of reverence and control. "You cannot fight His design."

Her head thrashed against the pillow, tears spilling freely now. "I-I don't want this," she choked out, her voice thick with desperation.

"But you need this," he countered smoothly, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot and circling it with excruciating precision. His movements were slow and controlled, alternating between feather-light teasing and firmer, more insistent strokes. Her back arched involuntarily as a jolt of pleasure coursed through her, and her face burned with shame.

"Stop," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper now. Her body trembled beneath him, every nerve alive with sensations she didn't want to feel.

Kai's lips quirked into a faint smile. "You'll thank me later," he said, his voice disturbingly calm. His fingers pressed deeper, exploring her with invasive confidence, stroking and teasing until her hips moved involuntarily against his hand.

"No, no-" she whimpered, trying to twist away, but the cuffs held her firmly in place. Despite herself, she felt the heat building low in her stomach. Her breaths came in short, uneven gasps, and her thighs quivered against his hand. "No," she sobbed, shaking her head as if to deny what her body was feeling.

Kai's smile, dimples deepened, his movements unrelenting. "Your body doesn't lie," he murmured. "Let it guide you to the truth."

Her tears blurred her vision as she twisted beneath him, desperation igniting a brief surge of defiance. Her bound wrists strained against the handcuffs, and her legs kicked, trying to shove him away. "Get off me!" she screamed, the rawness in her voice matching the fury in her chest.

Kai's eyes darkened, his calm demeanor cracking just enough to reveal a flicker of impatience. He caught her flailing leg with one hand, pinning it firmly against the bed as his other hand didn't waver from its sinful exploration. "You fight like a lamb struggling against the altar," he muttered, his tone sharp but still composed. "But you will submit."

"Let me go!" she spat, her voice shaking with anger and humiliation. She twisted her hips violently, desperate to break free, but it only seemed to amuse him.

"Such spirit," he murmured, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "But it's wasted on defiance." Without warning, he plunged a middle finger inside her, the sudden invasion stealing the breath from her lungs.

Her body froze, every muscle locking up as an unbidden moan escaped her lips. She hated the sound the moment it left her, but the sensation was undeniable-sharp, intrusive, and achingly slow as he pushed in deeper, curling his finger just so.

Kai's smirk widened. "There it is," he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "The moment the anger fades, and the truth begins to seep in."

She bit down on her lip hard, the coppery taste of blood grounding her. Her walls clenched around his finger involuntarily, a shameful heat blooming in her core. "No," she whimpered, her voice trembling as her hips instinctively shifted, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

But he didn't let up. Instead, he added a torturous twist to his movements, his finger pressing against a spot that made her vision blur. His pace was maddeningly slow, dragging out every unwilling reaction of her.

Her head shook violently, her hair sticking to her damp cheeks. "I- I hate you," she managed to choke out, but the words lacked conviction. Her body, traitorous and weak, was responding in ways she couldn't control.

Kai laughed softly, the sound low and chilling. "Hate me all you like," he said, his finger withdrawing agonizingly slowly before thrusting back in with a firm motion that made her back arch despite herself. "Your hatred only fuels the fire. It will burn away everything else, leaving nothing but your truth."

Her legs quivered against the mattress, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. She clung desperately to her anger, but it was slipping through her fingers like sand. Every calculated curl of his finger, every deep, probing thrust unraveled her, piece by piece.

"No," she sobbed, tears streaming down her face as her hips moved involuntarily, tilting upward into his hand.

"Stop, please..."

Kai leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth. "You say stop, but your body begs for more," he murmured, his voice soft, almost mocking. His finger twisted inside her, pressing deeper, eliciting a strangled moan from her lips.

Her anger, once blazing, was now flickering, replaced by a growing, shameful ache that she couldn't suppress. Her wrists fell limp against the cuffs as her body trembled beneath him, caught between resistance and reluctant surrender.

Kai's hand stilled, his finger remaining buried within her as if savoring her trembling silence. His gaze swept over her tear-streaked face, the faintest trace of amusement lingering in his dark eyes. "Faith," he said softly, as if her name were a prayer. "Do you understand now? This is not cruelty-it is creation."

Her lips quivered, but she refused to meet his gaze, her cheeks burning with humiliation. "You're insane," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

"Perhaps," he replied, his tone maddeningly calm. "But even the prophets were called mad."

He withdrew his soaked finger slowly, purposefully, drawing a choked gasp from her as the sensation left her aching and empty. She thought he might stop-give her a moment to breathe-but the weight of him shifted, and she felt the rough scrape of his jeans against her thighs as he knelt between her legs.

Her panic reignited as she realized his intent. "Wait, no -no!" she cried, thrashing beneath him. "You can't- I've never—"

Kai tilted his head, his expression softening in a way that only made him seem more unhinged. "I know," he murmured, running a hand down the length of her trembling thigh. "That's what makes this pure."

Her struggles grew frantic, but he was immovable, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. His touch returned to the apex of her thighs, spreading her gently despite her resistance.

"Shhh," he cooed, his voice eerily tender. "The first time is always a revelation."

She shook her head violently, her tears falling faster. "Please," she begged, her voice breaking. "Don't do this. You don't have to do this."

His response was a low hum, his hands tugging at his belt with practiced ease. The sound of the buckle clinking sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through her, and she kicked out, desperate to put any distance between them.

Kai caught her ankles effortlessly, pressing them back down to the mattress. "Be still," he commanded, his voice carrying an edge of authority that sent a shiver down her spine. "You'll only make this harder on yourself."

She whimpered, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought against the inevitable. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, the fabric of her thin dress offering no protection as he pressed closer.

He positioned himself with deliberate care, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. The blunt pressure against her sent a jolt of terror through her, and she shook her head furiously.

"No, no, no-"

Kai exhaled sharply, his grip on her hips was unyielding, his fingers digging into her flesh as he moved slowly, inch by inch, forcing her body to accommodate him.

The pressure increased, the stretch burning as he began to push forward. Her nails dug into her palms, her breath hitching in her throat as pain shot through her. "It hurts," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Stop, please—"

"Pain is part of the sacrifice," Kai muttered, his jaw tightening as he pressed deeper. "But it is fleeting, I promise you. What comes after... is divine."

The stretch was relentless, the burn sharp and undeniable, but he pressed forward without hesitation, his breath hitching as he sank deeper.

"There," he muttered, his voice heavy with satisfaction as he bottomed out, his hips flush against hers. His head tipped back briefly, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

Faith's head turned to the side, her cheek pressing into the damp pillow as she bit down on her lip to muffle her cries. Her body trembled, unused to the intrusion, every nerve alight with a confusing mix of pain and an unbearable fullness.

Kai shifted his hips, pulling back slowly, the drag of his length against her walls both invasive and maddeningly deliberate. The motion made her gasp, her body clenching instinctively around him as if to resist his retreat. He chuckled darkly at her reaction, his movements unhurried as he pushed back in, grinding against her with a pressure that stole the breath from her lungs.

Each thrust was deep, filling her completely, the friction making her toes curl involuntarily. His hips rolled with calculated control, his every motion designed to draw out her reactions, no matter how much she tried to suppress them.

She whimpered as his pace quickened slightly, his movements becoming more fluid. The mattress creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with the labored breaths and muted cries that filled the room. His hands roamed over her body, one sliding up to press against her lower stomach, holding her in place as he drove into her.

"Feel that?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. His hand applied just enough pressure to make her hyperaware of the depth of his thrusts, the way he seemed to fill every inch of her. "That's me claiming you. Body and soul."

Her hands grasped in the metal headrest as she writhed beneath him, her resistance faltering with every calculated movement. He whispered into her ear, "For He has made you fearfully and wonderfully... and mine."

Kai's thrusts grew more purposeful, his hips snapping forward with a force that made her body jolt with each impact. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, amplifying her humiliation. Her breaths came in short, broken gasps, her body unable to ignore the growing heat building low in her stomach.

"No," she whimpered, shaking her head weakly, her voice barely audible.

"Yes," he countered, his teeth grazing her earlobe as his pace quickened.

Faith let out a choked sob, her body arching against him despite her protests. The pleasure was unwanted, overwhelming, and it consumed her completely, her resistance melting under the relentless onslaught of his touch and movements.

Kai's thrusts slowed for a moment, his hips rolling in a careful, torturous grind that made her gasp sharply beneath him. He seemed to savor the sensation, his head tilting back as his eyes fluttered shut. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice rasping with unrestrained pleasure. His hands slid to her thighs, spreading her further to feel every inch of her. "Like a vessel waiting to be filled."

Faith shuddered at his words, her walls spasming involuntarily around him as his deliberate pace left her breathless. She could feel everything-the heat of him, every pulsating veins of his within her walls, the way he stretched her, the slick friction that sent unbearable jolts of sensation through her core.

Kai's breath hitched, a guttural groan escaping his lips as her body clamped down on him. "Yes," he muttered, his hands gripping her hips harder, pulling her back to meet his slow, deep thrusts.

His hips drawing back until only the tip of him remained inside her, teasing her with a maddening pause before driving forward again. The force made her body jolt, her thighs trembling as the fullness overwhelmed her senses.

"You'll bear my seed," he said, his voice deepening, laced with something almost reverent. He leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. "As it is written, 'Be fruitful and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it.' " His tone was steady, like he was reciting holy scripture while sinking into her again.

Faith whimpered as she clung to the metal frame on top of her head. The pain had dulled, replaced by an unwelcome heat that coiled tighter with every thrust. She hated how her body responded, the slickness between her thighs betraying her as he moved.

Kai's breath came faster now, his control fraying as her warmth surrounded him. He muttered under his breath, his words fragmented and fervent. "Though I walk through the valley... oh, the way you f*cking cling to me," he groaned, his hips snapping forward with more urgency. "You resist, but your body welcomes me, doesn't it?"

She shook her head weakly, her voice breaking. "No... I—I don't want this..."

"Your lips lie," he growled, his pace quickening, the sound of their bodies meeting growing louder. His hand slid between them, his fingers brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center, drawing a sharp gasp from her. "But this... this tells the truth."

The new sensation made her cry out, her body arching involuntarily as his touch sent shockwaves through her. He applied just enough pressure to keep her on edge, his thrusts steady and relentless, building a rhythm that left her unable to think of anything but the way he filled her.

"'The two shall become one flesh,'" he murmured, his voice low and almost gentle, as though he were comforting her. His fingers moved in sync with his thrusts, his hips rolling with practiced ease.

Her mind spinning. The pleasure was undeniable now, crashing over her in waves, leaving her gasping and trembling beneath him.

Kai's movements became desperate, his breath ragged as he pulled back slightly, positioning himself in a way that deepened their connection. With a swift motion, he pushed Faith's legs up onto his shoulders, forcing her hips higher, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable beneath him. The angle made every inch of him feel more intense—too much. It felt as though he were trying to imprint himself inside of her, claiming her in the most physical way possible.

Faith gasped, the shift in position pushing her closer to the edge. The new angle made every motion of him feel even more invasive, more powerful. Her legs trembled as they rested on his shoulders.

"And the Lord said," Kai muttered, his voice low and intense, almost feverish. "Let there be light..." His thrusts quickened, each one dragging a sharp gasp from Faith as his body pressed harder into hers. "Let there be life..." He slammed into her again, the force making her breath catch in her throat.

Faith's mind was spinning, her whole body was on fire, every part of her reacting against her will, trembling with the force of it.

"Please... no more," she gasped, her voice breaking as she tugged against the cuffs. Eyes in a daze. But the words were meaningless to him. He only smiled, the Bible verse slipping from his lips like a command. "I am the way, the truth, and the life..."

Faith's body bucked beneath him as the pressure inside her built, the unbearable tension in her belly threatening to snap.

Kai's thrusts were now erratic, his hands gripping her thighs tighter, holding her in place with a primal need. His groans were louder now, his movements frantic as he neared the edge. "You will bear my seed," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "And you will be mine... forever."

With a final, brutal push, Kai buried himself deep inside her, the force of his hot release crashing over her in a moment of complete surrender. Faith's body spasmed beneath him, the shock of his release causing her to climax violently, her walls tightening around him as she shook uncontrollably.

For a long moment, they were locked in place, her legs still resting on his shoulders as he trembled above her. Kai muttered one last verse, his voice barely a whisper, "It is finished..."

The room was still, save for their heavy breathing, as he slowly collapsed against her, his body heavy with the aftermath of their intense union.

[slut4evanpeters]

Red Lace

stan bowes x fem!reader

song i recommend listening to: yayo by lana del rey

warnings: sugar daddy stan, smut, fingering, blowjobs, riding, car sex, squirting

word count: 1.4k

notes: guys im sorry my smuts are kinda bad🙁 ITS SO HARD TO WRITE AND FOR WHAT LIKE but here ya go! i love a good sugar daddy stan moment. sorry for ooc imma be so real with yall i didnt even watch pose. I JUST SEEN CLIPS OF STAN STOP LEAVE ME ALONE

MDNI 18+

You don't understand why Mr. Bowes insists on buying you things.

Thanks to his pay raise, you've got too much cash to spend on yourself already. You've upgraded your apartment, bought a new car, and now you shop at Whole Foods.

But this? This seems like a bit much.

"Mr. Bowes, I really don't ne—"

"And you expect me to allow you to walk home by yourself at this time of night?" He raises an eyebrow, his pale skin in stark contrast to the black leather of the limousine. Adjusting the cuff of his black suit jacket, he drawls, "Please, I insist."

You sigh, and yet you step into the limo anyway.

You feel out of place with the fancy wine glasses, smooth jazz, glossy white exoskeleton and soft red interior lighting. The partition is rolled high and you can't escape the feeling that this is private.

"Your address, Ms. Y/N?"

"Oh, right um," you hate to say you were too enamoured by all the glitter and glam that it takes you a second to come back down to earth to provide him with the proper info. Mr. Bowes raps against the partition with a fingernail, mumbling what you assume to be your address to the driver before it raises and you two are alone again.

"So, Ms. Y/N," Mr. Bowes begins. Despite all the space in the long limousine, he's sat right next to you, shoulders brushing and all. "How was lunch?"

Right. Lunch. Today, you arrived to the office with your lunch from home in hand, to find an even better one sitting on your desk with a note that read:

Eat up, Sweetheart.

— S. B.

Seriously. Is your boss trying to kill you?

But, you ate it. And it was delicious.

"It—It was good."

And, fuck. You're not one to stutter but thinking straight proves harder than you thought under Mr. Bowe's heavy gaze.

Mr. Bowes crowds you against the door and his cologne is beyond overwhelming, flooding your senses and setting your veins alight as he slides a calloused hand up your thigh, pushing your pencil skirt out of the way as he rubs up your thigh. He knows he can get away with it.

"And the outfit?"

"It uhm...fits fine."

And Mr. Bowes always finds the perfect size, too. Honestly, you're impressed—half of the time you can't find your size yourself.

Mr. Bowes hums in satisfaction, a hand sliding to play with the lace that falls over the crest of your ass. You know he likes to see you squirm and stutter blush. And yet here you are, eating it up like some slutty secretary.

"Are you wearing it right now, Princess?"

Mr. Bowes speaks like he knows, and you find your face turning a similar fiery red to the lingerie set you have on underneath your outfit.

"I am."

Mr. Bowes's eyes flutter and you swear his grip around your ass tightens, but it's gone before you blink again. A groan rolls through his chest.

"Show me, Princess."

Your eye shifts to the limousine window. You're on the highway, but you haven't got an idea to when you'll reach your apartment. "Mr. Bowes, I—"

"Stan when we're alone, Gorgeous."

"Stan, what if someone—"

"It's dark and the windows are tinted," Stan cages you in with a forearm against the door, leaning over so his mouth is leveled with your ear. "You and I both know you live a little ways away from headquarters, so what's the wait?"

You...You...

You don't know.

You find your mouth moving before you think it through, "What do you wanna see first?"

"You know me so well, Princess," Stan purrs, biting his bottom lip as his eyelids sink halfway, studying you. After a still silence, Stan speaks again.

"Take off your shirt."

You shiver.

Button by button, your fingers pull at the fabric of your shirt until the lacy red bra Stan left on your desk is on full display.

Stan groans at the view, head dipping down to press butterfly kisses to your breasts. The warmth of his palms feels strange through the lace but the thumb passing over your nipple has you shivering nonetheless.

"On your knees, Princess," a pretty pink tongue emerges to wet his bottom lip. "I want to cum on those pretty tits of yours."

Your hands are fluent and swift, from undoing his button and zipper to unbuckling his belt, and your face to face with your boss' hard cock bobbing underneath the tip of your nose.

"Suck, Pretty."

Grabbing the base of his cock, you lick from his balls to the tip, giggling at Stan's shudder.

"What, Princess? It's not my fault your mouth is sinful."

To prove his point, and to prove who's in charge, Stan bucks down your throat. It makes you choke and splutter, but you push through the spasms in your throat anyway, pulling a fairly juvenile broken moan from the billionaire's mouth.

"Such a dedicated little girl." Stan groans, gently threading his hands through your hair to grab you tight by the roots. "I bet you're soaking wet in between those legs, aren't you?"

You whimper, subtly rubbing your thighs together—you wouldn't be surprised if you left a wet spot on the floor. Your cheeks burn from the humiliating thought.

"Up."

You pull your mouth off of him, a little confused.

"Change of plans, Princess," Stan pants, lifting you by the waist and sitting you in his lap. After pulling the tight black pencil skirt above your ass, Stan bites his lip at the sight of you.

"So gorgeous," he moans, trailing a finger up your slit. "And so wet. Did I do all this, Princess?"

You slap him on the shoulder in mild embarrassment, cheeks and neck burning. Grinding your hips in his lap, you roll your eyes. "Stan, just fuck m—"

He grabs you roughly by the jaw, chuckling at the way your pretty little eyes burst into the size of saucers, "I believe I asked you a question."

"Yes," you whimper, caught off guard. Stan's grip tightens.

"Yes what?"

"Y-Yes Sir."

Stan bites his lip at the pet name, using the grip he has on your jaw to shake your head back and forth as he coos, "Good girl."

Peeling your panties to the side, the big hands on your waist guide you onto his cock. The slide is smoother than it should be, and Stan's buried in your pussy fairly quickly.

"Grind on me, Princess." Stan bucks his hips to spur you on, and you're moving the moment you pull his dress shirt into a tight little fist. Stan's always been big, but inside you? It can get a little hard to breath.

Stan's thumb ghosts your clit and it has you shivering, drunk off his slow in sensual pace.

"Hmm, you're drooling Pri—fuck!"

There's a bump in the road and it sends your pupils flying into the back of your skull, and the broken moan that tumbles out of Stan's mouth makes you want to hear more.

Bracing your knees against the plush limousine cushion, you maintain the momentum and drop yourself onto his cock so rapidly you're sure the driver can hear the slap of skin through the partition. Stan's eyes widen before his eyelids drop halfway, mesmerized by the slow but hard movements of your hips.

"Shit—c-careful, Princess," Stan puts his hands around your waist in an attempt to gain control of the speed, but you quickly swat his hands away.

"I wanna," you pant, whimpering as he hits your cervix when the limo jolts again. "I wanna make you feel good. A-As 'sa thank you."

"Awe baby," Stan coos, applying more pressure to your clit. You squeak, readjusting your grip on his shoulders, "For the outfit I gave you? When I saw it in the store I knew it'd look gorgeous—and look at you, so fucking delicious."

To reinforce his comment, Stan digs his teeth into your neck, and that's your tipping point—eyes fluttering, your toes curl and you're squirting in Stan's lap; making a mess of his cock and his (probably expensive) suit pants.

"Oh shit—" Stan lets out a guttural moan and he's filling you up, hips stuttering and eyelids flickering. His chest rises and collapses with an airy moan.

"Fuck, Princess," Stan chuckles breathily, resting his head against the limousine seat. His face is pretty and flushed red, hair stiff with sweat and dress shirt a wrinkled mess.

The limousine rolls to a stop, the smooth motion pulling your attention to the window. As you peer out, your brows knit in confusion. This isn’t your apartment building. Instead, the limo is parked in front of a grand, imposing house. One you don’t recognize but assume must belong to Stan. Its tall windows glow with soft, inviting light, the front door just beyond a well-manicured garden.

Your gaze flicks back to Stan, his casual posture in contrast to the subtle tension in the air. He catches your eye, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips, his voice low and smooth.

“Care for a quick detour, Princess?”

[wh0re43van]

Older- (Stan Bowes X Reader)

Word count: 4k

Summary: You’re interning under Stan who's taken quite the liking to you, but you’re much too naive to notice at first.

Warnings: age gap, smut, thigh ridding?, cheating

A/n: Okay ya’ll, this is not my best. My motivation randomly dropped like a week ago and I've been trying to get it back. I'm so sorry.

I started my paid internship at Trump tower a few weeks ago in order to finish up my business degree. I’ve only seen my temporary boss a few times, but he is an extremely intimidating man. His suits are always pressed and starched in a very neat way, his hair always gelled back perfectly; not one strand out of place. He walks with confidence and determination. He’s horrifying. And of course, on the day that I’m having a major wardrobe malfunction, I have to go into his office. I stayed at a friend’s house last night and left my work shirt at home. Thankfully, she also has an office job as well, so she has appropriate clothes- at least for her body type. She’s much smaller in the bust than me, so the top button on my blouse has been popping open constantly. I’ve been walking around with my hand on my chest all day as if I’m saying the pledge of allegiance on repeat.

I stand outside of Mr. Bowes door, taking a deep breath with my papers in hand, ensuring my button is snapped shut- at least for the time being. I bring a shaky hand up to knock on the wooden door. A few seconds later I hear,

“What now? What is it? Come in!”

Great, he’s already frustrated with me. I slowly open the door, sticking my head in. He doesn’t remove his attention from the many papers spread across his desk.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Bowes,” I say in a feeble tone, standing awkwardly in front of him. He looks up when he hears my unfamiliar voice. His dark eyes scan over my face and my body. I feel small and weak under his intense stare.

“It’s fine Miss…” he says firmly awaiting me to introduce myself.

“Oh! I’m so- I- Y/n Y/l/n,” my tongue seems to stop working. “I’m an intern. Th-that’s why I’m here actually,” I smile nervously. “I need you, uhm, to fill out this form proving that I- I’ve completed the first two weeks here at the company,” I clear my throat, mentally kicking myself in the ass for how stupid I sound. Mr. Bowes, however, seems to find it amusing. A small smile creeps onto his face, revealing two charming dimples.

“Very well then Miss Y/n,” he holds out a strong hand. My trembling fingers pass him the papers. “No need to be so nervous,” he says, staring directly into my soul. His dominant presence makes me feel like a child who’s been called to the principals office. He scans over the form. “Can I have you go ahead and sign this for me, Miss Y/n. That way as soon as I get around to it we can fax it to your school. I’m all about efficiency,” he smiles politely, handing me a pen.

“Of course, sir!” I say a bit too enthusiastically, I flinch when my voice cracks. As I take the pen from his hand, I can see him stifle a laugh to save me from embarrassment. I bend down to sign the paper with a shaky hand, before standing back up. Stans eyes are locked on to my chest, he clears his throat, using his eyes to motion to my blouse.

“Shit,” I mutter as I turn around quickly, my cheeks burning crimson. I quickly pull the fabric together tightly to snap the weak fasteners. Even with the snap buckled, there’s a gap in between the two buttons; I try my best to hide it. I slowly turn back around to face my boss, my eyes closed, too afraid to look at him.

“Mr. Bowes, I am so sorry, I this- I- th-“ I take a deep breath. “This isn’t my shirt. I apologize,” I finally open my eyes to see him leaning back in his chair, his face firm but a glint of amusement in his eyes. He grabs a mint from his desk, popping it in his mouth.

“Have a seat, Miss y/n,” Is all he says, staring at me with the intensity of a thousand suns. I take a seat from my shaky legs. “I’d hate to have to do this upon our first-time meeting officially,” he begins, but the smirk on his face says otherwise. “But it is company policy that I inform you that the attire you’ve worn into work today is not up to our standards,” he says simply as he leans forward onto his elbows. “Do you always wear such revealing clothes,” he asks, tilting his head to the side a bit.

“No! No, Sir, of course not,” I plead, hoping that he’ll believe me. “This isn’t my shirt, it’s a friends! I was in rush, and I couldn’t find my shirt- well this all she had. She uh- her, uhm chest is a bit smaller than mine so it’s not exactly, uh, the most flattering on me,” I try to explain in a mush of words. He listens intently, nodding his head.

“I see,” he sits up, straightening his tie. I can see his biceps strain against his white button up as he adjusts the strip of fabric around his neck. “You seem like a respectable young lady, and I’m a sensible man, Miss Y/n. I understand that there are some things out of your control,” he offers me a small smile, seemingly dismissing the situation.

“Thank you, Sir,” I let out the breath I was holding.

“Please, call me Stan,” he insists as he leans back in his chair.  

“Yes, sir- I mean Stan!” I correct myself, my cheeks blushing. “I apologize, I’ve never referred to a man of such power and superiority in such a casual way,” I admit honestly. He seems to like my acknowledgment of his power over me, he puffs his chest out a bit at the comment.

“Refer to me in whatever way makes you comfortable, Miss Y/n,” he grins.

“Yes, sir,” I look down at my feet, my stomach is a ball of nerves. Stan just sits there, staring at me as if he enjoys intimidating me, while I wait for him to dismiss me.

“Are you free this weekend, Y/n?” he asks as he leans back down to his elbows, crossing his hands, while awaiting my answer. I notice a wedding ring on his finger.

“Uhm, I believe so,” I say but it comes out more of a question. Why would a married man possibly want to know about my weekend plans?

“Would you be willing to meet with me outside of the office to complete some more work? I believe it will enhance your education and your experience with us,” he offers simply, but I notice an underlying tone in his voice, I’m just not sure what is.

“Does it count as over time?” I ask with a small laugh, finally being comfortable enough to crack a small joke. He looks a bit thrown by my comment- which confuses me- but he lets out a small chuckle.

“Yes of course, I would never ask you to work for free,” he smiles while grabbing a piece of paper, scribbling down an address. “This is my home address,” he hands me the slip. “Does 9 am Saturday sound okay?” he raises his brows.

“Uh yes sir, whatever works for you,” I smile, accepting the scrap of paper. “Should I just knock? I apologize, I’m not yet acquainted with the etiquette of professionalism,” I blush a bit. He seems to enjoy my naiveite.

“Yes dear, just knock,” he chuckles. “Oh, and please be sure to wear something more appropriate,” he says but it comes out light- a joke.

“Oh of course Mr. Bowes! I wouldn’t want your wife to get the wrong idea,” I say out of respect for his relationship, motioning to his wedding band with my hand. Stan looks a bit taken back, almost as if he forgot he was married somehow. He clears his throat.

“She’s out of town with our children this weekend. With no distractions we’ll be able to get the work done in just a couple hours I’m sure,” he’s back to his calm, dominant demeaner now.

“Alright Sir, I’ll see you at 9 am on Saturday,” I smile standing from my seat, walking towards his door.

“Miss Y/n,” his voice stops me, I turn around. “I need to know that you understand that this is something that will be kept between us. I need you to tell me that you won’t speak of this to anyone,” he says sternly. My face contorts into a quizzical expression.

“Uhm yes sir, I can do that. I won’t tell anyone,” I promise. “But can I ask why, Mr. Bowes? I’m just a bit confused. How is this any different than us doing work at the office?” I ask genuinely. I know I don’t understand work etiquette quite yet, but this seems a bit strange. My response seems to stress him a bit, but ultimately he lets out a chuckle.

“Look y/n, I’m a married man with a reputation to uphold, you’re a young bright-eyed lady. Word spreads fast,” he says slowly.

‘oh’ I understand what he’s implying now.

“Yes sir, of course. I understand. People have a tendency to talk,” I nod, wringing my hands nervously at his stern demeanor.

“Very good,” he seems pleased with my understanding. “You’re dismissed,” he motions to the door. I thank him, walking out of his office.

“Well, that was odd,” I mutter to myself as I find my way back to the secretary quarters.

•

•

Saturday morning comes soon enough. I get dressed- making sure to put on a shirt that actually fits this time- and a skirt that stops just above my knees. I pull on some black thigh-high stockings and allow my hair to flow freely. I’m not sure why, but I decide to put on some light makeup. Just some mascara and a subtle red lip. It’s strictly just work, but I can’t help but want to impress Stan. He’s just such an alluring man. I know it’s wrong, he’s a married man- not to mention probably at least 15 years older than me- but he’s so charming. I take a final look in the mirror before heading to the taxi that Stan has called for me.

I walk up to his beautiful house; He obviously has money. I knock on the door, adjusting my outfit while I wait for him. Within seconds, Mr. Bowes is greeting me.

“Adalaide, so nice to see you,” he smiles warmly, inviting me in. I look around the nicely decorated home in awe. “I trust that no one has seen you come in?” he asks as he pokes his head out the door before locking it behind me.

“Uh, no sir. At least not that I’m aware of,” I smile innocently. “Mr. Bowes your home is stunning,” I say still looking around.

“Oh, this place? It’s nothing,” he grins, putting his hand on my lower back, leading me to his couch. I jump a bit at the unexpected touch, but I don’t mind. I’m just a bit confused by it. “So, this shouldn’t take much time, we can get started if you’d like,” he explains, his voice low and-if I’m not mistaken- a bit sultry as he sits down on the sofa next to me. I take a seat, then I notice that there is no paperwork in sight.

‘that’s odd,’ I think to myself, searching around for the task in question.

“Sure Mr. Bowes, you’re the boss,” I giggle lightly, awaiting directions. He looks at me, placing a hand on my knee.

“Miss, Y/n. I have to ask,” he sighs. “You do understand that I didn’t bring you here for actual work, right?” he leans a bit closer to me, raising his eyebrows. My smile drops.

“Oh no… Am I in trouble?” I ask innocently, looking at him with sad eyes. He lets out a chuckle.

“No, my dear. Of course not,” he gives me a kind smile. “I was just hoping to get to know you a little better,” his voice comes out low as he rolls the hem of my skirt in his hands, that’s when I notice his wedding band is no longer on his finger.

‘Oh…OH!’ my eyes widen at my epiphany. I’m not allowed to tell anyone, his wife is away, he made sure no one saw me come in, he’s had his hands on me since I got here… for fucks sake the first time I met the man, my tits were out. God, why am I so naive?

“Oh, I uh,” I clear my throat nervously. “I understand now, Sir,” I blush, slowly looking up at him. His looking at me with lust filled eyes.

“My, you sure do blush a lot,” he says with amusement in his voice. “It’s adorable,” he smirks. He seems to be attracted to how innocent I’ve been about this whole thing.

“Uh, thank you sir,” I give him a shy smile, nervous- but excited- about what’s going to happen in the next hour. This man is like catnip; I couldn’t resist him if I wanted to. He makes a simple white button up look far too good as his hand slowly moves up my thigh.

“No need to be shy y/n,” he says in a whisper against my neck. “Just relax,” his voice is low and gentle, but dripping in seduction. I shiver as he slips a warm hand under my skirt. His fingertips brush my skin where my stockings end.

“Yes sir,” I bite my lip in anticipation, nodding my head. I turn to face him, our eyes exchanging an intimate look. I can’t wait any longer. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his face against mine. He lays me down on the couch, his lips still on mine. My stomach flips seeing the dapper man hovering above me. “May I suggest going somewhere a bit more…private, Mr. Bowes?” I ask as my fingers twirl the dark hair that falls neatly at his neck. The living room is full of large bay windows, as anxious as he is about his nosey neighbors, this doesn’t seem like the smartest place to have an affair.

“These are the kind of ideas that will move you up in this company,” he smirks as he stands, offering me a hand. I giggle, letting him lead me to his bedroom. I can’t believe how elegant his house is, if I wasn’t completely dripping in arousal and desperate for this man, I’d take the time to complement his house again. The room is neat and minimalistic. I take notice of the picture frames face down on both the night stands.

‘That’s probably his family,’ I frown to myself. Guilt flushes over me quickly. I turn to face Stan to tell him that this might be a bad idea, but the way he’s is looking at me while he loosens his tie makes any thought other than his skin on mine fly out the window. Stan smirks, keeping his eyes locked onto mine as he sits down on his bed, patting his leg.

“Come here, darling,” Stan coos, his voice makes me weak. I take a step towards the bed. “Crawl,” he demands simply. I give him a confused look. he smirks as he slides his brown leather belt out of his pants. “Crawl to me, dear,” he lays the belt on the mattress beside him. As he begins to unbutton his white dress shirt he asks, “Can you do that for me, y/n?” I simply nod as a grin creeps onto my face. I’m confused, but oh so excited. I assume this is something the older men are into, and I’m more than happy to explore that. His eyes follow me as I drop down to the floor. I slowly crawl over to him, settling on my knees in between Stans slack clad legs, looking up at him with lust laced eyes as I await further instruction. “Use you manners,” he says in the tone he uses on me at the office. I catch onto what he’s implying after a few seconds.

“I apologize,” I giggle, as I look up stan. His stern look and his sultry gaze make me drool. “Yes sir,” I smile, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Stan smirks, seemingly pleased by my response.

“Good girl,” he nods. “Come here,” his voice is stern yet sultry as he pats his leg. Butterflies explode in my stomach and down to my core as I straddle his thigh. I sit on his leg with nothing more than his pants and my underwear keeping us apart. I can’t help but giggle with excitement as his hands run up my legs to push my dress up before he cups my ass in his hands. “You’re stunning, Miss Y/n,” his voice came out low as he smiles genuinely.

“Thank you, sir,” I blush. He grabs my chin, pulling me into press his lips onto mine. I giggle into as I wrap my hands around the back of his neck. His hands slide up my body, stopping to hold onto my hips. As I brush my fingers into his slicked back hair, he starts to bounce his leg and using his hands to maneuver my hips back and forth. I moan into the kiss as Stan bites my bottom lip, unzipping the back of my dress. The fabric pools around my waist, bouncing with his leg as I grind against him. The friction against my core makes my toes curl as Stan moves his mouth roughly against mine.

“Are you enjoying this dear?” he breathes against my lips in low tone.

“Mhm,” I moan, gripping onto his thigh as I grind against him, focused on my own pleasure. I feel Stans hand grip my neck, pulling my head down closer to his face as he continues bouncing his leg. We breath the same breath as I stare deep into his dark eyes, moaning inwardly. “Manners, darling,” his growls, squeezing my throat with the last word as his lips brushing against mine. I whimper in his grasp.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whimper, staring into his stern eyes as I feel my orgasm quickly building from this new experience. The entire situation is so wrong; he’s my boss, a married man in his 30s, yet here I am; his college intern grinding an orgasm out on his leg. I roll my eyes back as I release, moaning out in pleasure as the euphoria floods my senses.

“Look at me, darling,” stan growls, tightening his grip on my throat. I open my eyes, biting down on my bottom lip. Stans watching me intently as he continues bouncing his leg, seeming to notice every twitch and moan my body makes as I ride out my orgasm. His strong arm reaching for my throat is tensed, making the veins pop out more than usual. Stan is truly one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen.

He finally stops his leg, and I lay forward onto him so that my head is resting on his shoulder as I catch my breath.

“Thank you, sir,” I whisper. He lets out a small chuckle.

“You’re welcome, Miss y/n,” he grabs my chin, tilting my head to look at him. I press my lips against his as he lays me down on the bed. His hands slip my dress completely off my body as mine work to finish unbuttoning his dress shirt. His kisses trail down my neck as I reach to undo his pants. “A bit eager, hm?” he laughs into the crook of my neck.

“Extremely eager, Sir,” I giggle as I continue to slide the trousers down his legs. He kicks them off before sliding down my body, settling between my legs. He kisses my stomach down to where my panties rest, each peck sending electricity through my body. His soft hands gently remove the thin fabric covering my core, as if he’s afraid he may break something. His eyes are focused on my body as he rids me of the fabric. “You are stunning,” he breaths, not looking away from my now completely bare body.

“Thank you, sir,” I blush, he smiles at me before dipping a finger into my entrance, earning a gasp out of me. He bites his lip, removing his now slick finger, bringing it up to trace circles on my clit.

“Always so ready to please. That’s a good quality to have,” he chuckles, standing from the mattress to further remove his boxers and shirt. Seeing him in all his glory is surreal. He crawls on top of me, earning an audible, anxious gulp from me. He smiles as he leans down, resting his toned forearms on either side of my head, lining himself up with my entrance.

“Are you ready dear?” he asks, in my ear.

“Yes sir,” I whimper, shaking from anticipation. With that he pushes into me slowly as a low groan creeps from his throat. I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut trying to adjust to his size. His movements start slow, but soon the pain melts into pleasure and I give him permission to speed up. His thrusts are quick and deep, earning desperate moans from my mouth with each stroke. The way Stan holds my hip and grips my throat while he fucks me is a sensation I’ve never experienced before. I’m complete putty in his hands, allowing him to use me in anyway he sees fit, and I’ll thank him every time. Briefly pulling out of me, Stan flips me around to my stomach.

“Hands and knees,” he pants out as he stands from the bed. I quickly scramble on the mattress to get into the position he’s requested as my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. “Good girl,” I can hear his smirk as he brings a hard hand down over my ass, earning a whimper from me before he thrusts back into me, no mercy this time.

“Fuck!” I moan out as I feel him bottom out immediately. Stan finds his rhythm, using his hands to pull my body against his with every deep stroke.

“God, you take me so well,” Stan groans as he moves a hand underneath me, rubbing his thumb over my clit. I moan loudly at the extra stimulation. Stans thrusts get sloppy, and his groans get louder as I begin to flutter around him, focusing on my own climax as he pounds into me relentlessly.

“Fuck,” I whimper, warning stan of my orgasm approaching.

“Be good for me, I want you to beg,” Stan pants out with smack on my ass.

“Please sir,” I whine as my legs begin to shake. “Please let cum. I can’t hold it. Please sir,” I plead in a way I never thought I would speak to man.

“Good girl,” he speeds up his finger that’s working with my bundle of nerves. I quickly come undone. Sweat forms a thin sheen on my forehead as I release around him, seeing stars. Soon after, he pulls out before I feel his warm seed shoot out, running down my back. I lay down on my stomach, closing my eyes as I try to catch my breath. Stan lays down right next to me, pulling me into his side. I look up, his chest heaving as he wipes his forehead with his hand.

“I think we’ve made a lot of progress today,” he chuckles as he brushes my hair off my sweaty face.

“I agree, Mr. Bowes,” I giggle as I rest my head on his shoulder.

[s1ut4evan]

new toy - stan bowes x fem reader

*smut*

*not proofread*

Stan comes home with a new toy! Though it's not one you expect...

wattpad: s1ut4evan

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The warmth of my tea fogged up my glasses as I took a sip. I sat my book face down on the couch to keep its place while I tried to de-fog my lenses. Just then, headlights from a car flashed across the wall, telling me that Stan was home. I placed my glasses down next to my book before I got up to go greet him.

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I heard the garage door open while I walked down the hallway. But I was confused...the engine of our car seemed louder. Different. Without a second thought I entered the garage and was met with a cherry red Mustang.

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My mouth gaped open. I couldn't believe my eyes. Stan exited the vehicle revealing a huge smile on his face. "I-I.. wait.. wha- the fuck?!" was all I managed to say. "How bout her baby? What you think of our new ride?" Stan held out his arms like he was begging for a hug.

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I placed my hand over my mouth before walking towards him. His large arms wrapped tight around me as the warmth of his kissed tapped the top of my head. Still speechless, I looked up at Stan, unable to grasp what is going on. "Hey now don't worry, we're able to afford it after all with my new promotion." he shook his head to assure me.

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"I just can't believe..my dream car! Holy shit!" I jumped up and down like a child on Christmas morning. "You're the best baby!" I lifted my arms and placed them around Stan's neck before kissing him. I felt his hands grip my waist, "Anything for you my love."

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All this excitement caused me to quake at my core. Stan really would do anything for me. My hand began to trace his jaw line before leading down his torso. He bit his lip while his fingers took a firm grip around my neck. "Let's break our new toy in." I said before pulling on his waist band.

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Stan didn't hesitate as he laid me across the hood of the car. His hands traveled up my gown to caress my breasts. I gasped as he sucked on my neck while his member grew hard in his pants, pressed against my heat. I flinched as his rough fingers teased my clit through my soaked panties.

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"Fuck yeah." he said before standing up to unbuckle his belt. I quickly slid off my panties, eager for him to enter me. My nipples shown through my thin gown, making his mouth water. Stan's eyes sparkled as I opened my legs revealing myself to him. I began sliding my fingers between my folds with a smirk on my face as I watched him struggle to get his pants off.

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He bit his tongue before anxiously dropping them to the floor. "I've got to have a taste." Stan said while lifting my legs. He leaned down to my heat, his breath caused me to shiver before he gently licked at my bud. I rested my legs on his shoulders as he held to my thighs. His lips suctioned around my clit while his tongue lightly tapped on my sweet spot.

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I felt myself getting close just as he pulled away. He laughed as I groaned out in frustration. "No worries pumpkin, you're getting everything you want." My cheeks turned red at those words. Stan once again lifted my legs to push them apart, placing his tip at my entrance. I pulled him in close so we were face to face.

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We kissed heavily while he slowly entered me, allowing my walls to adjust. I gasped as his pace sped up. His pumps caused the whole car to move with each thrust. "Wait, this won't hurt the car will it?" I whispered in his ear. Stan shook his head, "No baby."

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And with that I was all for him pounding me on top of our new "toy". I wrapped my legs around his waist for support as his pace quickened. The sweat dripped from his forehead onto mine. I started into his eyes as I felt the familiar pressure build. He held onto my waist with one hand and leaned against the car with the other.

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"I love you baby." I whimpered before releasing on his length. "Fuck.." Stan said before pulling out and painting my stomach. He smirked, "Oh I love you too babe. Damn." he tried to catch his breath. "Now," he said, "how about we take this baby for a ride?" while lightly smacking the top of the car.

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Allllrighty. So it's been like 2 months since I last posted. 😭 I've been in such a writing rut so I'm so so sorry if this is complete trash but I'm trying ugh. I promise I will have bigger and better things coming! Thank you all for love and support of my smut journey. 🩷

[evanslvr]

EVAN PETERS BLURB

smut:

summary: you and Evan are having a hard time in the relationship and it seems like it's because of lack of intimacy..

your perspective:

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"Evan." I moan, feeling his tongue touch my nipple. He puts his hands around my waist and grabs onto it tightly. This feeling was like no other, we haven't done anything intimate in over two months due to him working and the job i have.

He pulls down my shorts and takes off my panties, he looks up at me for a second before taking one finger and putting half of it inside of my wetness. I close my eyes and curl my toes at this amount of pleasure I was receiving, it had been such a long time for me and him.

"Deeper," i whimper, he obliged to my request and pushes it farther. After a few minutes goes by, he takes it out and pulls his boxers down. / swallow when / look at his erection, it was so long and hard.

He strokes himself about two or three times before sliding his tip inside of me. He groans softly, resting his hands on my sides. He thrusts into me slowly, trying to get me used to the feeling before getting impatient and going faster.

"Oh..you feel so fucking good, y/n…..you're so tight for me, babe..fuckk." He moaned in my ear. Him saying those words to me only made me more aroused. He puts his face in my neck and connects his lips with my neck and starts sucking roughly.

"Evan, yes..." | dig my hands through his hair and pulled onto it gently. His head tilts back a little bit due to satisfaction and a subtle smile forms on his face. I knew he was enjoying this as much as me, "Oh, oh...oh my god. you're so wet..”

Sweat starts to drip at the sides of his face and out of nowhere he starts to harshly thrust deeper and harder. "EVAN!" I gasped, clearly caught off guard by his roughness. He was going so hard the headboard started to hit against the wall; probably leaving a mark on the wall. "Oh, Yes, don't stop, don't stop, right there, yes, yes!" I screamed, clenching around him.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." He pants, pulsating inside of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and start to feel myself getting close. "Fuck, Y/n!" He moans, holding onto me tightly and thrusting into me one last time before releasing inside of me.

Then, I soon feel a overwhelming amount of pleasure and sensations taking over me and I reach my high. We both laid there, trying to catch our breath. We look into each others eyes and let out a small laugh.

a/n: it’s like 1:20 in the morning lol

[evanboodaddy]

Stanley Bowes

[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!”

[evanswifeily]

Im just so in love with Evan peters how do I stop this obsession with this man

Honestly I don’t know. I’m literally over foot for him. My family and friends are so pissed off at me for talking about him ALL THE TIME.

Can someone please pay for my therapy?

Maybe a therapy will help with my obsession…