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"What's the matter, baby?" Stan teases, his accent coming out thick in the lust-filled haze that he's currently in. "Scared of my little gun?"
You swallow the thump forming in your throat. It's not that you were scared - you knew Stan would never purposefully hurt you - but you had never seen this side of him before. Your loving, goofy boyfriend was now replaced by someone you didn't recognize. He was rougher and looked absolutely feral while he had you pinned beneath him, holding his shotgun against the column of your throat as he pounded deep into your eager cunt.
"No," you moan, shaking your head as you meet his hardened gaze. "I-I'm not scared."
"I can tell you're not lying to me," he says with a smirk, pressing the gun a little harder against you. "Do you wanna know how I can tell?"
Before you can even answer him, he reaches a hand down between your sweat-slick bodies, using two fingers to stimulate your swollen, aching clit. "This is how. You're so fucking wet and turned on. Such a depraved little thing you are."
"Mm..fuck..," you moan hotly at the contact on your clit, arching your back off of the mattress as you roll your hips against him. "I'm gonna cum..."
Stan tsks disapprovingly, pulling out of you and bringing his shotgun with him. "I don't think so, baby."
He runs the barrel over your drenched folds, reveling in your soft pleas and whimpers.
"You'll cum whenever I say you can," he says, gently easing the barrel inside of you. "Do you understand?"
You nod rapidly, opening your legs wider for him.
"Good girl," he smirks, pushing the gun a little deeper into your cunt. "My good girl."
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Warnings : PWP, spanking, rough sex, language, vagina sex, all that good stuff.
Pairings : Stan Vogel x Female!Reader
A/N : Yâall, I cannot express how much my heart is happy right now! The content we got (even if small) felt right. Cody in the AHS world. I love Stan! I hope yâall enjoy this?
Itâs a porn without plot, basically, lol. Itâs unedited, but Iâll probably edit later. I have lots more Stan ideas to go! Love yâall! â€ïž
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You didnât want to do this. Did anyone really enjoy camping, or was it just you that dreaded it with every fiber of your depression-cloaked being? Your bestfriends had dragged you all the way out here, insisting it would be one hell of a âgood timeâ.
âSo, thatâs smoking weed and getting drunk? Why canât we do that at home?â Youâd all but whined.
âBecause itâs boring going to the same hangouts every night, Y/N. And out here? We donât have to worry about cops nâ shit.â Your best-friendâs boyfriend had spoken from the front, fingers resting idly on the leather steering wheel of his 2015 Range Rover.
You loathed that car with a passion. It rubbed you the wrong way.
âArenât there park rangers out here though?â Was your retort.
âGet off it, Y/N. Chill the fuck out and pull that stick out of your ass, and quit acting like the good girl.â
âShe doesnât act.â Your best-friend had smirked.
âFuck you both! All this is going to end up being is one big fat fucking cliche.â You crossed your arms and laced on some hefty sarcasm. âTrying to scare each other. Fucking in the woods, all that good shit. Thatâs crap that teenagers do, not grown ass adults like weâre supposed to be. Or... some of us.â
âWho the hell are you gonna fuck, babe? When was your last date again...?â Your bestieâs boyfriend had cackled at his own statement.
âYeah, whatever.â You let yourself remain silent, not taking the bait. You just needed to get through these next two days and you could go back to reading fanfiction, masturbating your irritation out, and ignoring all social invites ever again.
Everyone worked together to set the three tents up, your other close friends texting before the signal went a little static that they would be in later on in the evening with more food and liquor. You didnât care to make yourself aware of what your bestfriend was currently doing in her tent, so you made yourself a deal to at least try a solo hike. Hopefully there wouldnât be any damned rattlesnakes. Gripping your sunglasses, you peel open your friendâs discarded off brand handbag, stealing her pack of Marlboro Reds.
The party scene might not be entirely for you, but that doesnât mean you canât enjoy some good olâ enriching nicotine when you desire it. You light up as you take the trail you came into, pocketing the lighter and smoke pack in your jeans, head tilting to catch the crisp summer breeze that carries in the scent of a promising surprise : rain. Youâre elated, already relaxing with your walk.
The sun quickly becomes overcast, the tall treetops swaying a melodic pre-show performance. This is something you can appreciate. A crackling thunder quivers in the mountains, encasing you into a bewilderment. Itâs loud and itâs coming. Caught up, you comedically fall off your path and run smack dab into a water pump, dropping your cherry onto the ground.
âFuck me...â You grip the warm metal handle, allowing yourself a palmful to douse your face cool.
âThose things result in forest fires. Itâs one of the leading causes in our planetâs fucked up climate. People like you just continue to contribute to it by shitting all over the earth.â Sounds an Australian - tacked voice, smothered in a delicious depth.
Your anger is on the back burner the moment you see the face that goes with his voice. Tall, clean shaven, sharp jawline, short, slicked back, chocolate brown hair, muscular form fitted by a leather belt, tight green khakis, then thereâs that see through white tee below the top layer. A gold name tag catches the light against one of the breast pockets. Stan Vogel. The drool is probably imminent, and that means you have to say something.
âWho are you? Smokey-the-fucking-Bear?â You snap, trying to keep your cool. This man is someone you couldnât have imagined in your wildest panty - dripping fantasies.
He looks incredulous for a moment, but then itâs gone, leaving in place a very cocky devilish sneer.
âIâm the person that makes sure youâre kept safe.â He puts a chained emphasis on the last word, pushing past you and climbing a stair case that you are now embarrassingly aware is in front of your face - attached to a huge cabin. A streak of lighting crackles across the valley, Stan outstretching his large hand for you to take.
âCome on then. Youâre a bit far from your campsite. Youâll never make it in time before you get soaked.â
You take his fingers in a lace - up, a smacking ache attaching itself directly to your cunt.
Fuck me, I thought park rangers were fat and balding?
Stan leads you up the wooden staircase and into a door. That California wind picks up the storm to the forefront and brings in gusting winds, shrouding you in that earthy, wet scent, Stanâs softly spicy aftershave hints prickling through in a welcomed addition. The cabin is large and covered in typical furnished items. Itâs nothing you havenât seen on documentaries or the news. You perch yourself on the leather couch, awaiting his proud presence.
He comes to settle eye level to you, still watching you on observation. You canât take this silence, not even as the rain patters the windows in a veering violence.
âHow did you know where my tent was?â Youâre curious, a little paranoid.
He almost giggles, shaking his head. âI saw you and your mates come in. Fucking hate that car youâre driving too.â
âIsnât it ridiculous? I donât like it for some odd reason.â You share in a bite-back, more comfortable now.
âStormâs really pickinâ up out there. Looks like youâre stuck with me for a while.â He moves with a cat-like ease to the window, those digits prying the curtain away to see the rain drops.
Your heart beat begins a full speed ahead gallop, breath getting lodged in broken pieces in your throat. You have to move, have to walk this fucking tingling frustration off. You head to the window that is opposite his, busying yourself by watching outside too. That doesnât last long, a warmth drafting itself in a drape across your back. You feel as if youâre dreaming.
Your legs are like jello limbs, unmovable and cloudy soft. Stan cages you in, gently prying you in a turn by your wrists. Heâs fucking tall, towering your frame. A trembling gasp escapes you, and Stan steps back a little. You mewl in outward disappointment, shocking yourself.
âLook, I donât want to scare you, so tell me to hit the stairs if you donât want this. But youâre literally squirming here, and that says to me that you either want to get the hell out of this station, or you want me to unbuckle my belt and fuck you against this wall.â He raises a brow, his forearm pressing into the space above you.
You close your eyes, on fire in a drenched need to be taken and fucked until you canât walk and there isnât an inch of your ass that isnât bruised or bleeding.
Why the fuck not? I deserve this.
Your fingertips pinch his name tag. âOkay, Stan. Show me a good time.â
He scoops a strong arm underneath your knees, bending you into a drag that lands you bent over the couch. Youâre struggling to breathe that it sounds like youâre panting, akin to some wild beast. That authoritative figure is draping himself across your back, easing his firm hands into your blouse, caressing up and down your spine, coaxing a line of goosebumps underneath your braâs band.
âCan I take your pants off...â He breaks to seek out your name, making you punch out a laugh.
âItâs Y/N.â
âPretty name.â He coos, heeding your nod and discarding your jeans in a pile on the wood floor.
âBeautiful ass.â He palms it in strokes, then smacks a cheek so hard that you yelp.
âItâs such a shame that I have to beat it for almost destroying an acre of wooded land.â Another feral hit. âIf I didnât keep any order around here, then what would happen?â
You donât answer right away, causing Stan to be displeased. He snarls into his next motion, exclaiming a series of heavy-handed hits across both cheeks. Thereâs no choice but to take what he gives you, your panties ruined and soaked, that uncomfortable wetness making itself known each time you move. Youâre shaking and whimpering, quivering to a charging cry by the time his punishment resigns.
âGet up.â He wraps your hair around his fist, shoving you in a clumsy stumble into the cabin wall. âIâm the law around here, Y/N. You gonna respect that? You gonna take me?â His hot mouth takes your answer captive, teeth sinking into your bottom lip and pulling until you feel the skin shred.
âFuck, Stan. Yeah... yeah-â He grips your cunt roughly, ending your answer, his fingers rubbing your clit through sopping fabric. He hums against your mouth, his cock straining roughly in those khakis.
Youâre buzzing, melting into a lava pit that is buried inside of you. Thereâs a desperation that plows down rationality (as if thatâs been here so far...), and youâre ripping his uniform off his chest to get a good eye full of that white t-shirt. You lick your lips appreciatively, helping him work your panties off your body, his shirt parading through the air along with the other garments. Itâs like a race against time after his khakis are all that remain. Youâre lifting your right leg to slot around his hips, trying to work briskly to help him untangle the leather clasp and shove down his green pants and boxers.
His cock is thick. Really fucking big and ready to pound your limits to hell and back. He keeps you pinned to the wall, pupils slicing through his beautiful eyes to convey his carnal aggression. He licks his own hand several times over, then motions for you to spit in it. You donât take your eyes off him as he jerks his cock to get it wetter for you.
You indulge in grasping his hand, fascinated as he lifts your arms to be pinned above your head. He keeps his hand in yours - pressed, present. His eyes seek yours and thatâs all it takes. Heâs parting your sticky folds and edging himself inside in a wide stretching sheath. Itâs so damned hot and slippery, painful and fanning flames inside, that tears prick the corners of your vision.
âYouâre a tight girl... Fuck. You wonât be able to walk when you leave my cabin.â He moans.
âThen you better get to work.â You tug him for another kiss, his hips working to help his vigorous thrusts, slamming your ass into the wall each time.
Thereâs a thunderstorm beyond these walls, but the crude sound of Stan fucking you into them - thatâs the loudest thing that exists. It hurts so bad that you enjoy it all the more, your nails scratching his back to claim and mark. Your pussy is throbbing and tightening around him, coating him in each venture. You canât stop yourself once that tightening in your abdomen begins its steady peak. Your skin flushes in dusts of red and pink, your cheeks scorching.
âYouâre coming already?â Heâs sassy and losing his steady pumps.
You donât speak, itâs not within your capabilities right at this instance. Stan makes you meet his gaze, wondering, moving torturously slow. You can hear his dick sloshing your arousal around, driving you mad.
âDo it. Cover my fucking cock.â He orders, giving sporadic rubs over your clit, hurtling you up and down the canyon you two have built here.
It all spills out of you and you scream his name, eyesight dotting swimming with shapes, body going slack into Stan. He fucks his hips into you more steadily, dipping to hold, and then youâre filled with his warm cum. You cradle his neckâs nape, sliding into the floor in a mess. Stan kisses your lips, brushing your sweaty hair off your perspiration stamped temple.
âIâve never fucked someone randomly before.â He chortles, smiling at you with a brightness.
You ease into his side in a perfect fit, enjoying the rain and sated bones in your sore body. âIs it something I did to make you do that?â
He purses his mouth, nosing your neck, smashing his nose over yours. âWhat can I say, baby, you bring out the feral side of me.â
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