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c-cobweb · 15 days

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be a FREAK like me too

warnings: +18 mdni!, smut, pwp, fem!virgin!reader, make out, age gap (not specified but everyone is over 18), fingering.

a/n: inspired by this edit i’d made. pd: english is not my first lenguage!

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Your life was monotonous and boring, with strict parents who only let you leave the house for college things and no little siblings to play with. Everything was like that until one day the circus of monstrosites arrived in the city, and your father decided to take you and your mother to see what show they could offer.

Excited, you dressed in a beautiful white dress with pink flowers that they gave you for your 18th birthday, you subtly made up with a pink eye shadow and a gloss on your lips, you were ready to go out.

. . .

You got out of your father’s car and looked around, both excited and scared of what could happen there.

“Come on, honey, or we’ll be late,” your mother warned you while she and your father were starting to walk towards the circus.

You ran after them until you reached them and got by their side. Once inside the circus you were amazed, everything was full of colours and lights, the typical circus music sounded in the background while children rode the attractions, you were fascinated.

You approached the entrance of the tent of the show, your father paid for the tickets and you sat in the front row to be able to see the spawns up close.

. . .

The show was halfway through and everything was spectacular, you were delighted with those people with deformities. Everything was going perfectly until Jimmy Darling, the lobster boy, appeared on stage.

You were damned with his beauty, so much so that you overlooked the deformity of her hands. He began his monologue as usual and at one point you clashed looks, making him wink and make you blush, you just wish your parents hadn’t realised.

. . .

At the end of the performance everyone got up from the seat and left the tent, including you and your family. You escaped for a moment saying that you would go to the bathroom to actually go in search of that handsome boy who had darned you with his charms.

After a couple of minutes looking for him, you found him about to enter his caravan and accelerated the pace until you reached him.

“Mr. Darling?” You said once you were behind him, touching his shoulder to get his attention. He turned confused about who was calling him until he saw you and smiled.

“Oh, you, you’re the girl in the front row, right? What’s your name?” He said and you nodded your head, telling him your name.

“I just wanted to tell you that I loved your show, it was wonderful” you smiled cheerfully as you put your hands behind your back.

“You’re such a sweetheart. No girl had come before after a performance to congratulate me,” he replied winking at you once again, making you blush and look the other way briefly.

“Well, just... just wanted to tell you that. I’m leaving now” you said goodbye with your hand and turned around to go back to your parents.

“Wait!” You heard Jimmy’s voice behind you and turned your head to look at him “Is it okay if we see each other someday?”

You were very excited when he asked you that, you were excited to be able to spend more time with him.

“Of course yes,” you replied with a wide smile.

“Perfect, is it okay if we meet in the ‘Coffee and Jhons’ cafeteria? It’s a good place to see each other” he suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

In your head you were already making a plan to be able to leave the house without your parents knowing that you were going to see a boy, much less could they know that that boy was a spawn.

“Okay, I’ll see you there tomorrow at 12 am?” You said this time with a small smile.

. . .

You had deceived your parents by saying that you were going to your friend Alice’s house to study when you were actually about to reach your meeting point with Jimmy.

Your stomach was full of butterflies, you had never lied to your parents before, much less to go see a boy. But it wasn’t just any boy, it was Jimmy Darling.

You entered the cafeteria and looked around you until you found Jimmy sitting on one of the stools at the bar, waiting for you. You approached him from behind and touched his shoulder making him turn around.

“Hello Jimmy” You greeted with a small smile, you were very nervous.

“Hi darling” He said grabbing your hand and leaving a kiss on it, to which in response your cheeks were coloured.

When he saw how you blushed, Jimmy smiled from ear to ear making his cheekbones stand out. You sat on the stool next to him and asked for a cherry coke to drink and a cupcake, while he asked for a beer.

You immediately realised the leather gloves that covered his hands, and you frowned confused. “Why are you wearing those gloves?” You asked delicately, without wanting to offend him.

“Well, as you know, I have lobster hands and many people could be scared to see them,” he replied while still smiling.

You took one of his hands and stroked it over the glove. “I’m not scared of your hands” you said as you looked him in the eyes with a soft smile, which warmed his heart.

. . .

It had already been several weeks since your secret meeting with Jimmy, and you did not stop running away from home to go see him at any time. This time he had rented a motel room just for the two of you. Were you nervous? Yes, and a lot.

You stalled through the window of your room and ran down the street where Jimmy was waiting for you with his motorcycle.

“Hello, darling,” he said when you rode behind him on the motorcycle and grabbed his waist so you didn’t fall. “Ready to go?”

The road to the motel was quiet, it was night so there were not many people on the street and you could enjoy a small walk before reaching your destination.

You entered the reception of the motel and Jimmy asked for the key to your room and then go to the elevator to go to your room.

“You look beautiful today, more than usual” He said while the elevator doors closed.

“Thank you very much,” you answered with a smile while blushing, his flirtatious comments always made you blush.

He approached you and placed one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist, curiously today he was not wearing his leather gloves. “Can I kiss you?” He asked in a whisper as he brought his face closer to yours, to which you nodded.

He kissed your lips gently, he knew it was your first kiss and didn’t want to scare you. You corresponded to the kiss, nervous but excited.

The elevator doors opened, this time leaving you on the floor of your room. Jimmy slowly separated from you, “Come on” said as he grabbed your hand and guided you to the room.

Once inside the room he closed the door and kissed you again, but this time with more passion. You opened your eyes surprised at his action, you didn’t expect such a hungry kiss after that sweet kiss he had given you minutes ago.

He guide you to the bed, making you both sit on it while you were still kissing. You followed the kiss shyly until you gained more confidence, that’s when Jimmy licked your lower lip to ask for permission and be able to put his tongue in your vocal cavity, which you agreed to.

Your tongues were dancing inside your mouths in a heated and exciting kiss. Jimmy grabbed your shoulders and gently pushed you until your back collided with the bed mattress, leaving you lying down.

His large fused hands walked through your body being careful not to touch any inappropriate place until it reached your waist, stopping there and separating slightly from the kiss. “Is everything okay?” He asked looking into your eyes to make sure you were comfortable.

“Yes Jimmy, I’m great” You confirmed with a smile as you rested one of your hands on his cheek and raised your head to kiss him again.

He reciprocated the kiss gladly and his hands moved around your body again, this time leaving them right on your thighs and putting them a little under your dress. His thumbs drew small figures on your inner thighs while his hands moved very slowly — so as not to alarm you — towards your centre.

When the tips of his fingers grazed your underwear you shuddered and separated from the kiss, looking at Jimmy a little scared.

“Shh, don’t worry, darling” He tried to reassure you as he lowered his kisses to your neck and hid his face there. “Can I?” He asked as he wrapped his fingers in the strip of your panties, to which you nodded.

He slowly lowered the garment down your legs, caressing them in the process. “Tell me, honey, have you ever touched yourself down there?” He asked by taking his face out of your neck to look into your eyes with a smile on his face.

“Yes, but only a couple of times” You replied embarrassed as you looked away from him, to which Jimmy laughed.

“It’s fine. Does it bother you if I touch you?” You bit your lower lip repressing a smile at how understanding and respectful he was.

“Yes, please touch me” You begged slightly as you looked at him again with big and bright eyes.

Jimmy did not hesitate to start caressing your clitoris with two of his fused fingers to prepare you, to which you covered your mouth with both hands to repress the sounds that threatened to come out of your throat.

“Oh, pretty girl, let those beautiful sounds come out, I want to hear you moan” He said without any qualms making you blush, but you listened to him and took your hands away from your face.

His fingers went from caressing your clitoris to surrounding your entrance, which made you let out a little gasp. “Jimmy...” you whispered as your breathing agitated.

“Are you ready?” He asked leaving a small kiss on your cheek, you nodded and he began to put his fused fingers through your entrance very delicately so as not to hurt you.

You closed your eyes and missed slightly while your fists clung to the sheets. At first it hurt a little but then the pain was replaced by pleasure little by little.

Your back bent over and moans and more prominent sighs began to come out of your mouth, your hands clung to Jimmy’s biceps while your face contoured with pleasure. Jimmy looked at your face with a big smile, proud of himself for causing you so much pleasure with just his fingers.

His wide fingers caused you an indescribable pleasure, they widened your vaginal walls deliciously. You couldn’t stop moaning loudly, and you were surprised when his thumb began to caress your clitoris again.

“Jimmy... I- I think I’m going to come” That phrase made him smile even more, and he began to speed up his movements.

“I know honey, I can feel it,” he said as he began to kiss your jaw and leave a path of kisses up to your neck. “You just let yourself go, let it go”

It didn’t take you much longer to finish, moaning his name loudly and closing your eyes tightly. Jimmy laughs slightly when he took his fingers out of your intimacy and saw how wet they were, and then put them in his mouth and savour your juices.

“Jimmy! Don’t do that...” You said covering your face with both hands because of the shame.

“Why wouldn’t I do it? You are delicious” He let out a little laugh at your reaction and then lay down next to you, passing an arm behind your shoulders and curling up with you. “Now let’s rest for a while, it’s been a very trying moment... but don’t think I’m done with you” He said the latter giving you a small spanking.

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fear-is-truth · 19 days

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𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑻 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑺 ── stan bowes x secretary!reader

𝝑𝑒 | 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: f!reader. infidelity. mentions of sex. angst

never watched the show so… excuse the shitty writing

⟢ your first mistake was letting his smile occupy your thoughts. it all started with that smile of his, that goddamn smile was the catalyst for everything that followed. at first, it was just small things—the way his fingers lingered a beat too long, the way his gaze seemed to burn into yours, even when he should have been looking at the papers you’d handed him. you told yourself it was nothing, just a trick of the light or a figment of your imagination and wishful thinking. an unrequited crush on your boss, that was all it was.

then there was your birthday. you’d only joined Trump Tower a few weeks before, and Stan was the only one who wished you a happy birthday. he must have seen the reminder on Facebook, so you never gave it a second thought. but when you saw the bouquet of flowers on your desk, your heart soared. the card attached simply read, “happy birthday. hope it’s as special as you are — Stan.” a small gesture, but it felt oddly intimate, like a shared secret between the both of you. for a split second, you allowed yourself to indulge in the possibility that maybe, just maybe the flowers meant something more. you quickly banished that thought out of your mind. after all, Stan was a married man; a husband and father of two. boundaries not to be crossed, best to avoid.

⟢ your second mistake was attending that dinner party with him. it was a company event, one of those mandatory gatherings meant to foster camaraderie. when Stan approached you and casually mentioned his wife was busy with the kids, you found yourself agreeing to go with him as a “friend,” not his secretary. the night was a montage of laughter, pleasantries and clinking glasses. you sat next to each other at the table, too close, his hand brushing against your thigh more times than you could count—accidental, you told yourself.

but then, when someone mistook you for Stan’s girlfriend, you were bewildered; stood frozen like a deer in headlights and waited for your boss to correct them. but for some reason, he didn’t. instead, Stan just smiled and let the assumption hang in the air. the small, collusive smirk he sent your way was enough to make your heart go into overdrive. as if the two of you were playing pretend, not “mummy and daddy” but “girlfriend and boyfriend”. okay, you were more than happy to indulge in this fantasy world.

by the end of the night, both of you were wasted. sharing a cab back to your apartment felt natural, the most obvious choice. city lights blurred through the window, casting dark shadows on his features as he sat beside you. too close, but you weren’t complaining. when the car stopped outside your apartment, you hesitated, for a split second too long. one moment you were saying goodbye, the next his lips were on yours—soft. desperate, as if he couldn’t bear the idea of letting you go. this was the moment you’d been guiltily fantasising about. but reality shattered the illusion as swiftly as it had formed: this was someone else’s husband that you were kissing.

“sorry- i, i can’t.”

you fumbled with the door handle and stumbled out of the cab, almost tripping on the curb. cold air hit you like a splash of icy water, sobering you up just enough to realise your actions. you turned to see Stan watching you, his expression unreadable—shame? desire? regret? you weren’t quite sure. without a word, he shut the door and the cab pulled away. the taste of the kiss still burned on your lips as you watched the taillights disappear into the night.

⟢ your third mistake was letting that kiss linger in your mind, festering until it turned into something dangerous; the sapling that grew the apple of temptation. the following weeks were painful, the interactions between the two of you were a minefield of awkward glances and stilted conversations. one day, Stan asked to speak with you in his office. the door closed behind you, and he apologised for that night. told you that he had never meant to complicate things, that he valued you too much to let one mistake ruin everything. you nodded, trying to find the right words, and before you knew it, you were in his arms again, his lips on yours. it was wrong but it felt so right. a fucking cliché, but that was the only way to describe that kiss.

and then it finally happened—the ultimate unforgivable. clothes were hastily discarded, fumbling hands and guilty moans. afterward, you both dressed in silence, the office room reeking of sex, sweat and sin. it should have felt amazing, like the culmination of all those stolen glances and lingering stares. but it didn’t. not even close. it was hurried, guilt-ridden, made you feel tainted and filthy, as it should.

dirty girl, look what you’ve done. you’re a homewrecker now, you fucking slut.

your final decision was to leave it all behind. the shame, the remorse, every mistake you made in that gilded cage of an office. you handed in your resignation without fanfare, your letter brief and to the point. you packed your belongings in a quiet corner of the day, avoiding any lingering goodbyes or prying eyes. you missed him, thought about him every day. but you also knew it was necessary. for the sake of your own sanity, for both of you.

seven months later, life had started to regain some semblance of normalcy. as you juggled bags of groceries down the bustling streets, your mind wandered to what you might cook for dinner that night. maybe pasta, you thought, or perhaps a stir-fry. suddenly, you collided with someone, and your bags of groceries spilled onto the pavement. the stranger who had bumped into you didn’t even look back, disappearing into the sea of people. annoyed, you knelt down to gather your scattered items, cursing under your breath.

just as you reached for a bright red apple that had rolled away, another hand beat you to it. your gaze followed the arm to its owner, and your heart almost stopped in your chest. it was your former boss, but something was different—his left hand was conspicuously bare, no longer adorned with a wedding ring.

for a beat, you simply stared at each other. time seeming to stretch out into eternity. there was a flicker of something familiar in his eyes, the same intense emotion that had been in his gaze when he kissed you. Stan held out the apple, and you took it, your fingers brushing against his. he smiled. you smiled back.

probably will never watch this show bc i’m too busy rewatching cult and i don’t like stan bowes. i tolerate him because of evan lol

#stan bowes x reader #Stan bowes #tv: pose #evan peters #Evan peters x reader #american horror story #kai anderson #tate langdon #james patrick march #kit walker

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