imagines.

Stanley Uris || god is a woman

My one, when all is said and done, you'll believe God is a woman

Stan sat in his armchair like it was his day off, a eighteen year old sitting like he had just worked his whole life. But he wasn't yet. Y/N stood in front of him, with that black lace corset and underwear that drove Stan crazy. That's why she wore it, to get what she wanted, whenever she wanted. The thin stockings that showed off her skin, the red lipstick that made her look powerful, and those locks of hair that framed her face perfectly. To Stanley, she was the most amazing person ever. It was a shame nobody else saw it from his point of view.

"What are you gonna do for me princess?" he always used the nicknames, the certain ones that made her feel special, empowered.

"I don't know. What do you want?" her fingers walked themselves up his leg, thigh, reaching to that certain place, "your wish is my command."

Stan bit his lip devilishly. Anything he wanted? That was a dream come true. But he had something just in mind for the girl standing in front of him.

"...come to daddy."