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*taps microphone*.........Stan Pines puffy nipples

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Ford is really exited to see Stan. 

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pervs

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Got ideas from the stancest discord croup I'm in. Stanley in y2k snoopy thong, and Ford in y2k satin short with flamingo print.

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So on my current obsession with fem stan, i just keep thinking about them as teens and stan gets her period and this rough and tumble tomboy is so not about it. Caryn tells her that she’s a woman now but she doesn’t want to be a woman because if this is what it means that sucks. The bleeding and the aching and the moods and they tell her she just has to deal with it because that’s what being a woman is. But ford, he’s watching all of this, seeing his poor sister curled up in her bunk and trying and failing not to cry because its so miserable. Stan will wail and complain about paper cuts or bumping her elbow against a door frame but if its real pain she tries to bottle it all up and it breaks ford’s heart to see his poor sweet sister like this

It really does start off innocent. Sort of. He just can’t stand to see her hurting like this and so he offers to rub her back or her stomach, whichever part is hurting her so badly and it’s good, it helps, it lets ford touch her but its only to help her, not for any other reason. It becomes a routine. Every month the pain comes in waves and every month they climb into the bottom bunk, stan with her head in ford’s lap, and his hands gently massaging the aches away. Most of the aches. Because her breasts are sore too, breasts that have been growing and filling out since all this started and of course ford has noticed that and thought about it and tried and failed not to jerk off about it. And then one day, like so many other days, he’s helping her with the cramps but stan still looks so sad, her eyes still pinched in discomfort because really its her chest that hurts so much today and ford just can’t take it anymore, this isn’t enough, not for her or for him, so he moves his hand up her body slowly, giving her time to push him off but she doesn’t push him off, she’s just staring at him as his hand cups over her breast and applies that same perfect pressure that soothes away all of the aches.

And of course, by the end of it, stan is wet and ford is hard but they don’t talk about that, they just wait until next month and the next month and the next until they reach a new breaking point and add a new twist to the routine

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Immediately, it’s different. The way Stan settles between his legs, her back pressed to his chest, all of that is beautifully familiar, but then Ford’s hands come up to cup her breasts, and it’s different. Every other time she’s been wearing a t-shirt, and yes, of course her bikini top covers what is necessary, but Ford didn’t realize until that moment just how much skin is truly on display.

His fingers dig into the softness of her flesh, kneading away the aches that plague his sister during these trying weeks. Stan sighs, her arms settled over his legs, her hands curling over his knees. She leans back more, her neck arched to rest her head on his shoulder. “Good,” he asks into her skin.

“Always,” she answers.

She lies content against him as Ford massages her breasts. God, it’s so different this time. The material of the bathing suit thinner than her usual shirts and bra. And her warm skin. Right there against his own. He squeezes her breasts, slowly pushing them together and then apart. Against his palms, he can feel her nipples starting to harden. It’s not the first time, but today, Ford does something he has not dared before. He drags his thumbs deliberately over them, and Stan gasps.

Ford spreads his hands wide over her, squeezing gently again. He continues his ministrations, moving deliberately until her nipples are hard and straining against the fabric of the bikini top, poking into his palms. “Sixer,” Stanley breathes, and Ford dares to do something else.

He pulls his hands away from her chest, and she makes a low whine of complaint that makes his already filling cock twitch. But then, her breath hitches when one hand pushes her off him, only slightly, only just enough for the other hand to reach between them and pull at the strings that keep her top in place. The top flutters down into her lap, and Ford returns his hands to her now bare breasts. They heave against his palms with the force of Stanley’s panting breath.

This time, when Ford closes his fingers over her nipples, it can’t be mistaken for anything other than a pinch. He twists the hardened nubs, and Stan moans. God, she actually moans. He covers her breasts entirely and pulls her tighter against him. “Again,” she pants. “Sixer, do that again.”

He obliges her, and she makes those perfect noises again. He pinches and twists her nipples until she’s a squirming mess in his lap. He’s completely hard now, and there’s certainly no hiding it from her, not with the way her ass grinds back into him, giving him such amazing friction.

But Ford wants more, and he knows that she’ll let him have it.

He keeps delivering attention to one of her breasts, but he leaves the other, trailing his hand back down her stomach. His fingers start to slide under the band of her shorts when Stan’s hand reaches out and grabs his wrist. “Wait,” she says, dazed. “Wait.”

“Stanley,” Ford says, squeezing her nipple, maybe a little too hard this time, but the noise she makes is wonderful.

“But I’m—I’m bleeding,” she says.

Ford buries his face into her neck. He breathes in the scent of her. “I don’t care,” he says, his lips dragging over her skin.

“It’s gross,” Stan protests, squeezing her legs together. Ford does not want that at all. He wants them open and her entire body on display for him.

“I don’t care,” he says again. “I’ll make you feel good.”

Her other hand drops over the one of his that is still holding onto her breast. “This does,” she says. “God, Sixer, this is—“ She turns her head to look over her shoulder, and their eyes meet for the first time since he started to touch her. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips swollen. She’s been biting at them, he realizes. But really, it’s her eyes that hold Ford’s attention. They aren’t always the best at speaking with words, but they’re twins. They have never needed to be. Ford only needs to see her eyes to know what she’s thinking.

He is making her feel good, and she wants it, but she’s also scared.

Ford presses his forehead against hers. “Do you trust me, Stanley,” he asks. Stan blinks furiously, her eyes suddenly wet. She nods without hesitation. “Then let me take care of you,” Ford says, and he kisses her. It’s a sweet and gentle thing, something that belies the fact that Ford is sitting in the cabin of an old boat, one of his hands squeezing at his sister’s naked tit and the other halfway down her pants while his hard cock presses up against her ass. But it’s true, all the gentleness he pours into it, as is Stanley’s answering sweetness.

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he says against her lips, and then he moves his hand further, down over the curl of public hair until he finds the wet folds between her legs. Stan gasps, and Ford takes the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth, dragging his tongue against hers. She tastes like the milkshake they shared on the boardwalk. He settles two of his fingers around her clit and begins to stroke her.

Stanley moans again, her hips rocking up to meet his hand. Her ass grinds against his cock, and he humps into her. She releases his wrist, allowing him no restrictions to the way he touches her wet cunt, but Ford holds back, respecting her nervousness. There will be time for more later. He will eventually have all of her. This is more than enough for now.

Her hand finds its way into his hair, gripping with just the right amount of pressure. Everything is quickly overwhelming, and Ford doesn’t know where to focus his attention. He just moves, drinking in his sister’s pleasured moans, continuing on anything that makes her louder. And God, Stan is loud. It’s beautiful, all the more so when she starts saying his name.

“Ford, oh God, Ford,” she pants into his mouth. “It’s good. It’s so good, oh fuck!”

“You are,” he says. “You feel amazing, Stanley. Are you going to come for me?”

She whines. “Yes, yes, I’m so close. Sixer—“

“Do it, sweetheart,” he demands, and she obeys him with a scream. Ford moves his hand against her clit more furiously, coming himself in his trunks as she trembles and sobs in pleasure. He keeps touching her, keeps rubbing until she’s boneless against him, crying and begging.

Ford extracts his hand, adjusting Stanley into a more comfortable position in his lap. She slumps against him, and he curls his arms tight around her. They sit for a long moment trying to catch their breaths.

Stan is the first to speak. “So that just happened,” she says, her breath hot against Ford’s neck.

It did. Ford kissed his sister. He put his tongue in her mouth. He fondled her naked breasts. He put his hand into her shorts and stroked her pussy until she orgasmed. He humped against her until he came in his shorts. Ford just had some form of sex with his twin sister.

“On the bright side, I’m not cramping anymore,” Stanley goes on.

Ford just had some form of sex with his sister, and he wants to do it again. He wants to lie her down on the floor of their boat. He wants to strip the rest of her clothing from her and see her naked body spread out for him. He wants to put his mouth on her skin, to kiss and lick and suck and bite at her, to leave behind marks that scream to the entire world that she belongs only to him. He wants to bury himself into the wet heat of her body. Blood be damned, he doesn’t care about that. All he cares about is that she’s his.

Ford slides his hand over Stanley’s soft stomach. His hand is big, big enough to spread his fingers wide enough that his pinky can tuck just slightly under the hem of her shorts and his thumb can graze the underside of her breast.

“Well,” Ford says, his lips brushing against her forehead, “just let me know when they start back up.”

Stanley shudders in his lap. Ford will take care of her. He’ll always take care of his little sister.

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Mabel for Sure pegs her brother

YUUUUUUUUUUUUP. mabel tops hardcore style bro. dipper is such a little freakk toooohhehhhe im having thoughts. sorry gyus im absolutely obsessed with dipepprererr

ok so we all know dipper is a touch starved freak and i just knoooooww he gets so flustered and annoyed whenever mabel starts talking about the boys she goes on various dates with and all that nonsense and hes like ughhhh mabel shut uppp i dont carreeee but internally hes like NAAUAUUURRRR IT SHOULDVE BEEN MEEEAAAAA

and then when they get further into teen years (like15/16) and dipper is in the hardcore random boner crazy hormone stage of puberty literally Anything mabel does sends him reelinglike oh mmy god. she makes one gross joke about bending someone over and dipper has to take a minute to breathe beacuase then thats All he can think about. hes so cooked. and hes like auuhghh internally dying bc he feels bad being so creepy and weird but he also just cannot stop himseld. he wants mabel to fuck him into next tuesday hes sucha little bitch for her

i thik if theywere to actually get together and dipper admits that he wants mabel to top the fuck out of him she would be SO FUCKING EXCITED. that poor boy doesnt knonw whats coming to him. mabel has so much fucking energy and shes so eager to absolutwly destroy him and dipper severley underestimated her stamina and this poor guy bro. hes turned into a drooling fucked out mess and mabel hasnt even cum yet and the only word in his brain is mabel mabel mabel mabel and she is drinking up every minute of it she is looooving absolutely breaking dipper and turning his brain off

im normal about them. pinecest been on the brain.

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Mabel imagines her dream boys in suits with ripped sleeves. Wonder why

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ford Pines/Stan Pines Characters: Stan Pines, Ford Pines, Filbrick Pines Additional Tags: Twincest, Sibling Incest, Alternate Universe, Stan Pines Goes Through The Portal, Older Stan Pines, Teenage Ford Pines, Glass Shard Beach (Gravity Falls), Age Difference, Other Additional Tags to Be Added 

Summary: Stanley Pines, who thirty years ago was shoved into the portal by his own dimension’s twin brother, Stanford, wandered from timeline to timeline until he stumbled across his new, and unsure if it’ll be his permanent, home.

Determined to restore the wrongs of his past, he vows to help this dimension’s Ford achieve his dream. With that, he’ll need to guide him through a senior year which is promised to have much in store.

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Every time I see an unprompted passive-aggressive comment abt stancest on a shipping chart with Stan, Ford, Bill and Fiddleford I send more incest porn with feelings directly into Alex Hirsch's brain. I'm not saying I know what season 3 is gonna be but I've got a hint

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First off thank you whoever put this in; for waiting, because BOI HOWDY my mind was going left and right trying to figure out how I wanted to go about doin this justice…

But here it is~ hope it’s okay love!!

Again thank you for your patience and THANK YOU for the idea 💕✨

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“Gosh…Stanley is so submissive and breedable”

-Ford Pines 24/7

hey anon youre SO right!

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i'm with ford on this 🙏

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mmmmmmm women

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A masterpiece.

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I think Ford should be allowed to want to breed Stanley. As a treat. Sure they’re both men and Stan doesn’t exactly have a womb AND they’re nearing 60 but….where there’s a will there’s a way; right?

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guys

I don't know how many of you need to hear this...

but Billford is a proship

Billford is a proship

Billford is a PROSHIP

Just because it's been semi confirmed in Book of Bill does not make it any less a proship than it was before! Shipping wars can be fun, but remember these people don't exist. You are in the same boat with the people who ship "illegal" and harmful ships. Fiction is fiction, like what you like. But there is no enemy in fandom.