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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ford Pines/Stan Pines Characters: Stan Pines, Ford Pines Additional Tags: Twincest, Sibling Incest, Teenage Stan Twins, Pre-Canon, Glass Shard Beach (Gravity Falls), Stan o’ War | Ford Pines and Stan Pines’ Childhood Boat, Top Ford Pines, Bottom Stan Pines, Fluff and Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Drunk Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Multiple Orgasms

Summary: Stan and Ford start their weekend with a sunset date atop the Stan-o-War, father’s whiskey in tow, but tonight, Ford suggests that they shake-up their love-making routine

Notes: This is a gift for @crybaby-strawberry as a part of the 2k kudos raffle! 

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fic - “have a little faith in me”

for @who-knows-after-dark, the other half of my grunkle feels echo chamber

she mentioned ford wearing a blindfold and I GOT EXTREMELY CARRIED AWAY WITH IDEA

title borrowed from this song

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Ford becomes a different person with the blindfold on.

It happens before Stan is even finished tying on the bandana.  As soon as his eyes are covered Ford’s rigid shoulders sag with relief, his breath shuddering out of him in a long, slow sigh.  When Stan’s done with the knot he lets a hand linger on Ford’s face; Ford nuzzles into it, his stubble scraping the lifeline carved across the palm.

“Stanley,” he murmurs, hushed and delicate, just like he used to do when the lights were out and they were supposed to be asleep.

“Right here, Sixer,” Stan murmurs back, rubbing his thumb against Ford’s cheek.  “I ain’t going anywhere.”

Ford makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, his head bowed in gratitude.  Stan just slides his grip down to Ford’s chin so he can lift it and guide him into a kiss.  They’re both sitting sidesaddle on the edge of the mattress, one foot on the floor and the other leg tucked up on the bed so they can face each other.  Ford reaches out in response, his hands uncertainly feeling their way through the air until he finds Stan’s thighs and takes hold, anchoring himself as he leans into the kiss, his mouth hungry and wanting.   

Funny, but Stan never would have guessed that Ford might be into this whole blindfold thing.  He’s usually so alert, so aware, always staring at Stan like he doesn’t want to miss a single critical cue as to what he should be doing next.  It was definitely a surprise when he asked if they could try something like this— but as soon as he heard that long, slow sigh, Stan only wished that Ford had asked him sooner.  

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Concept: slow-burn Stancest on the boat, where Stan’s lowkey trying to feel out whether Ford’s interested and okay with it, and highkey trying to annoy him in a mostly harmless way, so he keeps saying really inappropriate things and then insisting that Ford misheard him.

Stan: Hey Ford, wanna come sit on my dick?

Ford: Excuse me?

Stan: I said, d’you wanna come sit up on deck?

Stan: Why don’tcha come inside for beers an’ cockwarming?

Ford: What?!

Stan: Beers an’ sock darning! Yours are all fulla holes and we’re weeks from port, gotta patch ‘em up.

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cringe old men

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tw: death

the stancest experience is loving stanley pines but willing to put him through the blender to make ford suffer in guilt

what im saying is i hope he dies first, suddenly and quickly, and ford will spend roughly at least a decade mourning the fact he lost so much time with stanley because of his petty grudges and mistakes and drowning in despair he just doesnt have stan anymore. so many more adventures they had planned is nothing but a useless checklist, their boat is too damn big without one other person, and if ford hadnt been so stubborn, they could have had so many more memories in each other arms than seperated.

but they cant because stans gone. suddenly ford is the one who's waiting to see his brother again and he's not prepared for the agony that ensures, but some part of him knows he deserves it, its a fraction of what stan has had to go through with him

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If this is the only way I can have you, then let me drown in it.

Sweet stancest based on a roleplay I'm currently doing hehehe

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Caryn Pines, whose still alive to witness her little free spirit Stanley miraculously rise from the dead. The Stan twins buy a brand new sofa that extends into a bed just for her, so she doesn’t have to make a treacherous journey up the stairs. It’s her own slice of heaven, seeing her babies get along like they did when they were children. Seeing her grandchildren parallel to their uncles; Dipper, studious and reclusive, Mabel, crafty and eccentric.

It all comes to a head when Caryn wakes up at the witching hour. There’s ruckus being made in the kitchen, pushing herself upright and cursing at everything under the sun as she grabs a broom. She’s ready to beat whatever creature made the mistake of entering her sons home — pausing at the sight of her two sons.

“We need to put a lock on the sugar. I don’t know if my stomach can tolerate another Mabel’s Guide To Cooking experiment.” Ford grumbles. He opens the fridge, taking out a lemonade pitcher and pours out two glasses.

Stan’s chuckles. “Mhm. I know where you could get some sugar.”

Ford rolls his eyes at the cheesy line, having heard it a million times before. Thick fingers hook into the band of Ford’s boxers to reel him close to Stan. Ford narrows his eyes, raising an eyebrow as both his hands are preoccupied with glass, the condensation wetting his palms.

Stan grins, leaning in to steal a kiss.

It lasts for a mere few seconds before Caryn’s screams bloody murder.

The twins pull apart as if they’ve been electrocuted. Lemonade glasses crash into the sticky hardwood flooring, as they both snatch the nearest possible weapon. Stanley, an animal spinal cord with it’s ribs still attached. Stanford, a lamp.

“Mom? Mom, what’s wrong?” Stan asks, putting the bones down and taking a step closer. Caryn clutches the broom like a lifeline. She can only stare at this-this monster that’s inches closers with every step. He holds out his hand, presumably to take away the broom from her clutch. Motherly instinct kicks in, to protect Stanford from his own twin. Her arms rise to strike Stanley down. “Ow! Ow! Mom — that hurts! OW!”

“You freak!” Caryn screeches in agony and anger. Stan goes frigid underneath the safety of his arms from his mother’s blows. He looks down at his mother with her fury in his eyes — Stanley thinks she’s talking about Stanford. “You’re a monster!”

“I know it’s - OW! - the old age talking.” Stanley growls, one hand grabbing the handle of the broomstick. It only infuriates her further. “I don’t care if you’re our mom. I won’t let you talk about Stanford like that.”

“Mom, it’s really early in the morning. I think it’s better if we talk about whatever is bothering you with some breakfast.” Ford tries. They think she’s stupid. She’s known everything about them. How could she miss this? Ford places the lamp down, stepping closer to de-escalate the situation. “Please, stop hitting Stanley.”

“I saw you kissing your brother!” Caryn screams.

The twins freeze.

Caryn turns her focus back to Stanley. There’s no love for him anymore. Not for this depraved abomination corrupting her sons innocence. She tugs at the broom and the handle spilts in two. “How could you do this? After all the pain and misery you put us through, how could you?”

“Mom, I’m sorry—“ Stan starts.

Caryn doesn’t let him finish. She thrusts the broom handle forward like a sword and lets the splintered wood make a flesh wound into his left shoulder. Stan yells in pain, hand coming up to cover the bleeding.

“You ruined your own life! And now you you’re trying to drag your brother down with you!” She tries to strike another blow but misses as he stumbles backward, falling flat on his ass. Ironic, that even as he raises his uninjured arm to protect himself, it’s a strikingly all-to-familiar position. As a child protecting himself Filbrick’s coropal punishment.

Ford steps between them then, using himself as a shield to protect Stan from any further harm. “You’re worse than Filbrick. At least he wasn’t a fucking pervert for his own family! I want you dead, Stanley. DEAD!”

Ford takes the wooden handle out of her hands without a fight, tossing it away. Silence fills the room, none of them knowing what to say.

“Grunkle Stan?” Dipper calls from the kitchen entryway. The three of them snap their heads in his direction. He stands there with a bat in his hands, Mabel tucked safely behind him with her own grappling gun; looking worriedly at their bleeding Grunkle. Stanley scrambles onto his feet then, walking past the younger set of twins.

“Stanley, wait!” Ford calls for him. He raises his hand in a futile attempt to reach him, feet frozen in place as he lets the distance grow further. There’s the sharp sound of a door slamming, followed with a car speeding away from the Mystery Shack.

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FINALLY. art I can post here

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self indulgence

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I just know Stanley’s good at this.

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I'm sorry for being unfunny and unoriginal

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what ab old women yuri

I headcanon that woman Stanley would do a caesarean section on herself..

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showed my mom the BOB website, and she too agreed that it was really fucking weird that Bill ranted about all this other shit with stan, yet one of the 'big text' options has something to do with human sexuality.

'fully clothed women'

i haven't seen anyone comment on this, so I'll do it. wtf does an almost-dead demigod have any business doing VENTING on what Stan's sexually interested in? bill doesn't care about that sort of thing, so why is that one of the things on his list that makes bill angry?

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i raise; BSU student Ford an embarrassed virgin that ends up crossing paths with old man Stan. One look at the conniving con man has his dick throbbing and he needs that old man NOW. Stan letting this overeager boy bend him over and use him like a flesh light, six fingers gripping the fat of his stomach while Ford indulges in such a euphoric high.

YESSSSSSSSSSSS

College student Ford fantasizing about bending this old man over a desk and he's just like

I also think he wants to suck that Old Man Cock. Addicted to it babeyyy

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me, totally not writing ford mpreg in the good year of our lord 2024

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Twin brothers who are in love with each other having the house to themselves? What kind of trouble will they get into? 👀

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Your sick ! your actually enjoying this ?