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joyceyayo · 1 day ago

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Stanford & Stanley Pines NSFW alphabet Pt. 1

A/n - there is some freaky shit, you’ve been warned.

A = aftercare (what they like after sex)

Ford: He gets flustered after, often embarrassed of things he said or did in the heat of the moment. But that won’t stop him from wrapping his arms around you and cuddling you to sleep.

Stan: If it’s a one night stand, I think he’s partial to leaving right after. Maybe a pat on the ass to say goodbye. but if be really cares for you hes all about aftercare. You often see him smirking after, cocky and proud of himself. He’ll almost always snap open a Pitt and light a cigarette, holding it to your mouth for a drag if you ask nicely.

B = body part (favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Ford: He always says his brain, but if you say he’s annoying and cheated, he’ll give you his honest answer. Which is his chin; he never really thought about it until a girl from BMU said he had the perfect mouth and chin to sit on, which had him blushing every time he thought about it for weeks. And yes. All the girls there were that forward. So suffice to say, he got his fair share of pussy there. And he never minded his smile; he liked how you could always tell him and Stanley apart from their smiles. And you can’t disagree with any of this :)

Stan: His arms. When he hit puberty, he barely noticed and honestly disliked the broad shoulders and big arms he was developing a bit. It's just another thing for people to pick on him for. But one day, when he and Ford were next to each other in the mirror, Ford said something about, “How are we genetically identical, yet you’re the one who got dad’s arms?” Ever since, he didn’t seem to mind them.

C = Cum (where they like to cum ofc 😋)

Ford: Inside of you. All day. Every day. Not literally, of course. Or maybe…? He doesn’t know. What he knows is that all day every day, his brain is wracked with thoughts about stressful and dire shit he can’t control one bit… but when he fills you up, it’s like a switch is flipped that turns all of that off, and he’s just with you.

Stan: Tits, ass, face. The man isn’t picky as long as he gets to cum on you while looking right at you.

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret obviously)

Ford: This man steals your fucking panties. Used ones, too. You’ve found the panties you thought went missing accidentally left in his pocket while doing laundry. You playfully scolded him while slapping his arm with them, calling him a dirty old man. But you let up a bit because he was so cute when he got embarrassed about it, turning bright red and chuckling.

Stan: takes Polaroids of you sleeping after sex… he thinks it’s normal enough. He keeps them in his bedside table, and depending on how long you last, you will go for years oblivious to such photos.

E = experience (how experienced are they?)

Ford: experienced enough to make you feel great. I mean, he went to Backupsmore… I feel like they get freaky, but not Ford. Was definitely a virgin until college, but had his fair share of fun when he got there. One time took notes while watching an orgy. He had so many questions… not many were answered.

Stan: very experienced. When he was hopping from state to state trying out his brands, he was also trying out the women; he can't tell you how many times he'd got blown and ridden in the stan mobile... and he didn’t mind it.

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ford: good ol’ fashioned missionary for Fordsy over here. He could give you love bites all down your body in that position for hours and probably will

Stan: doggy. He wants to pull your hair and pull your ass onto him. He’ll never get enough of watching his cock disappear inside of you, and that’s something you’ll just have to come to terms with ;)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ford: Serious, he’s not thinking enough to joke around. He’s in a primal headspace where even if you made a joke, he’d just groan and shrug it off, getting back to work.

Stan: it depends on the vibe you’re giving off. If he feels like you’re being more playful, he’ll naturally act that way.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ford hasn’t even thought about it; he’s clean. And yes, absolutely, he’s grey all the way. If you do mention you don’t like his body hair, it will reward you with his most embarrassed and distraught look, but he’ll trim it up without a second thought.

Stan: He knows he has a lot of hair, don’t mention it. Around his 40s, he just stopped fucking caring. He thinks it was the shoulder hair that did him in.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ford: as intimate as you can imagine. He doesn’t just fuck Willy Nilly. He only gets into bed with someone he cares for. So there’s a lot of kissing and sweet talk from him, an ‘I love you’ every 30 seconds if you’ve said that to each other.

Stan: Again, it entirely depends on who he's with. If it’s more of a one-night stand, he’ll get a bit scared off if you’re too romantic. But if you’re together… you’re in for it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ford: He does it to keep a straight head when he’s alone, without you, but overall, when he’s with you, he feels no need to do all that.

Stan: partook in it a lot when he was on the road, not in a way he ever did before. He did it not to think. But that was before you. When he’s away from you, he finds himself doing it while thinking about you, drifting into a fantasy where you are touching him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ford: He hates to say it, but breeding. He can’t get enough of the primal feeling of cuming inside of you… and you don’t mind either.

Stan: cuffs. Maybe it’s all the times he’s been in them that it turns him on to be the one putting them on and deciding when they come off. (Of course, if you asked to get out, he’d do it readily)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ford: He really quite enjoys the routine that may seem mundane to some, such as getting into bed with you each night and making love with you after a long day.

Stan: again, he doesn’t mind fucking in his car; in fact, he loves it. His seats go wayyyy back, too ;)

A/n more coming soon!

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psychedelic-pebble · 1 day ago

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Leashed — Stanford Pines x GN!Reader

hey guys haha i havent posted a proper fic in a while so here, this one is super embarrassing though please dont look at me 😭

Warnings: NSFW Content, Petplay, Puppyplay, BDSM, Dom!Stanford, Sub!Reader, P in V Sex, Mild Breeding - MDNI.

Stanford has always been an adventurous man, so it comes to the surprise of absolutely no one that it translates over into the bedroom as well. You match his pace incredibly well, springing new ideas and scenarios on him whenever possible. He’s always been willing to give new things a shot, so long as it’s safe and so long as it’s you.

Currently busy scribbling away in his journal he completely misses the sound of the rusty elevator doors creaking open, followed by your footsteps on the dusty lab floor.

You sidle over to him and drape your arms around his shoulders, pressing your head against the side of his throat which causes him to stiffen against your touch.

“Hey.” You smile and Ford immediately relaxes at the sound of your voice, setting his pen down on the table. He brings a hand up to brush the side of your face, stroking your jaw gently with his thumb.

“Hello.” He leans into you, a smile breaking out on his usually stoic face. “What do you need, my dear?”

You hum thoughtfully for a moment, carding your fingers through his messy hair and mussing it further.

“I got some stuff today.” Ford perks up a little at your words, brows raising slightly. “I, uh, wanted to try something new. In the bedroom.”

He turns his chair so that he’s facing you, causing you to stumble a little, but he reaches an arm out to steady you before you can fall. His arm comes to rest around your waist, pulling you gently closer as he looks up at you with big, curious eyes.

“Oh? Color me intrigued.” A small grin appears on his face, awaiting your response. You pull out of his touch and motion for him to follow you, which he does, standing and closing his journal to wander after you.

“I put it upstairs. I hope it’s not too weird.” You give a sheepish smile as the two of you board the elevator, and he places a hand flat on your back to comfort your fears.

“Darling, I’ve seen almost everything in and out of this dimension.” He chuckles, rubbing your back gently. “I highly doubt that it’s too weird.”

You both exit the elevator and you tug him along to your shared bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you and rushing excitedly over to the box sitting on your bed. A soft laugh escapes him as you quickly beckon him over.

“Excited, are we?” He sits down next to you on the bed, looking at the closed box. You nod, flashing a grin and opening the box to rifle through it.

He watches intently as you pull out the few items, tilting his head to the side curiously. You hold up a beautiful deep red and black collar with a matching metal chain leash, almost the same color as his sweater. He blinks a few times, raising an eyebrow and you swear you can hear the cogs turning in his brain.

“I thought it might spice things up a little.” You look away embarrassedly. “I could, uh, wear it.”

“You… want me to treat you like a dog?” He tilts his head adorably, clearly attempting to understand better.

“Essentially.” You nod, and he hums in thought.

“I think I can give it a shot.” He leans closer to press a kiss to your forehead and you give a big, dumb smile.

You lean back to slip the collar on with a satisfying ‘click!’ sound, adjusting it so that it's tight enough but not suffocating you. It presses comfortably against your trachea, with just the right amount of pressure to make you more than a little hot and bothered. You reach back into the box to grab one more item, Ford watching curiously as you pull out a gag.

“I also got this, but we don’t have to use it if you don’t want t-”

“No, wear it.” Stanford cuts you off, almost flustering himself with the quickness of his objection. His face reddens almost immediately, and he clears his throat. “If you’d like to, of course.”

You grin, fidgeting with the harness of the gag in your hands. It’s a beautiful carmine color, with black leather straps accompanying it.

“Should I undress?” You look up at him, and he hums thoughtfully.

“Everything but your underwear,” Stanford responds after a moment, clearly already thinking up a plan. You love that expression he has, when he’s thinking hard about something. When his eyebrows furrow and his eyes cast upwards absently.

Without a second thought, you set the gag down and stand to remove your shirt, pulling it upwards and casting it to the floor. He looks mildly awestruck — as he usually does when you’re undressed — and shamelessly stares at your torso with a dumb grin.

You shyly look away, fidgeting with your pants button awkwardly. He chuckles, scooting to the edge of the bed and reaching out to hold your hips with both hands. All twelve fingers come to rest on your hips, pulling you slightly closer.

“Don’t be so shy, darling.” He purrs, hands running inwards towards your abdomen and unbuttoning your pants with steady movements. “You know I love seeing you.”

A small blush creeps onto your face, accompanied by a flustered smile. He carefully unzips your pants and eases them down your thighs, nudging your legs apart ever so slightly to get them off easier whilst trying not to make you fall over at the same time.

You step out of your now discarded jeans and fidget with your hands, unsure what to do with them. Stanford leans closer and wraps a hand around the shiny metal chain clipped to the collar, pulling your head down roughly - but not painfully - so that you’re face to face with him. You make a sort of yelp noise, stumbling slightly but catching yourself before you can fall.

“Before we do this, I want to ensure your safety.” He says almost matter-of-factly, looking up at you. “If you need to tap out, just give two or three taps anywhere on my body, since you won’t be able to speak. If you’re unable to reach my body, hit the floor, or the bed.”

“Yessir.” You smile and nod, and he relaxes visibly, getting back into the persona of dominance.

“Can I put this on you now?” He reaches to the side to grab the gag, lifting it and holding it in front of your face. You give a shy nod, and he lets go of the chain to wrap the harness around your head with both hands. “Open, sweetheart.”

You realize after a minute that he’s asking you to open your mouth. Almost instantaneously after realizing it, you open your mouth so that your teeth are showing, tongue pressed flat against the bottom to accommodate for the gag. He hums, placing it gently in your mouth and reaching around to buckle it.

“Too tight?” He asks, and you make a muffled sound as if trying to respond before shaking your head. He laughs quietly, placing a hand on top of your head to give a few gentle strokes. “Good. Now, what should I do with you?”

You know it’s a rhetorical question, and he likely already knows what he’s going to do, but that doesn’t stop you from making a small whine.

“Aww,” he cooes, bringing the hand on your head down to your chin to give it a few affectionate scratches, “poor puppy doesn’t know what to do.”

You whine again, embarrassment slowly fading as he gets more into the roleplay. He hums in thought for a moment, toying with the chain dangling from your neck.

“How about this; get on your knees for me.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You’re on the floor almost immediately in front of him, knees pressed against the floor while you kneel.

You awkwardly hold your arms to your sides, unsure what to do with them, before Ford takes one and lifts it so that your arm is curled against your chest.

“Paws up, puppy.” Ford commands and you immediately bring your other hand up to match. “Good.”

He pats your head a few times, ruffling your hair while his other hand holds the chain. He gets that thoughtful expression on his face again, this time though, he holds eye contact with you, looking affectionately at you.

“Hmm.. let’s try this. Lay down.” He says after a moment of silence. You blink up at him, registering the command and attempting to execute it.

You scoot back slightly, placing your hands on the floor and laying on your stomach with your legs tucked underneath you. Ford makes an affectionate sound, reaching down to ruffle your hair again.

“Good puppy! Now, let’s try something harder… Roll over.” His voice is sweet and smooth in a way you’ve never heard before - he must be getting really into this.

You shift upwards slightly before ducking your head down, rolling over onto your back and keeping your arms curled up against your chest like a dog. He smiles, getting up off the bed to kneel next to you.

“What a good little pup, so obedient.” He reaches out a hand and places it flat on your belly, giving a couple of affectionate strokes. You arch your back upwards without question, and he chuckles. “Aw, does my puppy like tummy rubs?”

You make a drawn-out whine, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He laughs and inches his hand lower, just barely brushing beneath the waistband of your underwear. You wiggle your hips up into his touch and he draws his hand away, tutting at you.

“Not yet, pup. I have one more trick for you. Then you’ll get a treat.”

You give him a hopeful look, tilting your head to the side and he hums fondly, although his eyes glint with a certain mischief that you just barely miss.

“Beg.” Comes his short command, and you look confused for a second. The gag in your mouth made it impossible to speak, and he snickers at your expression. “C’mon, puppy. Don’t you want that reward?”

You whimper around the gag and he gives an encouraging nod. Realizing he doesn’t want you to beg like a person, you shamelessly begin whining and whimpering, looking up at him with big puppy-dog eyes. When he looks unfazed, you try harder, eyebrows furrowing as you huff and cry as best you can.

“There you go.” Ford grins, grabbing the collar and pulling up slightly. You follow his lead, sitting up and looking at him, waiting ever-so-patiently for that reward.

He leans closer to press a kiss to the crown of your head, running the hand not currently occupied by the chain through the hair on the nape of your neck. He tugs the chain a little bit, standing and sitting on the bed.

“Up.” He pats the bed next to him, and you hop up without a second thought. He suddenly grasps the edges of his sweater, pulling it up and over his head before turning to you. “On your hands and knees.”

You’re too far in to even be embarrassed at this point, willingly getting on your hands and knees in front of him. He grins, slipping off those clunky boots he always insists on wearing and crawling onto the bed behind you.

You startle slightly as his hands grab your hips roughly, pulling you back into him. An outright moan rips through the gag as you feel him pressed against you - he’s completely hard in his slacks.

“Still want that reward?” Stanford asks, rubbing soothing circles into your hips with his thumbs. What a gentleman.

You nod feverishly, grinding your ass back onto his now prominent erection which prompts a hiss from Ford. He nods, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and all but yanking them down. You yelp quietly, and he laughs, leaning back to shuffle out of his pants and boxers.

“So wet. You really like this, huh puppy?” He palms your ass, spreading you apart for him, before running his thumb down the slit of your cunt. You jolt, whining pathetically around the gag and pushing your hips back into his hand.

He growls a little, a deep, primal sound that you’ve heard at least a hundred times at this point. You can’t see it, but he’s got a huge, almost feral, grin on his face.

The head of his cock bumps your entrance and you hiss, whining and clawing at the sheets as your front half collapses onto the bed, leaving you face down ass up for him. His grip on your hips is almost bruising as he eases his cock into you, a low groan forcing itself from his lungs.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He growls through his teeth, self-restraint a thread away from breaking as his hips meet yours. You make a whiny gasp, feeling as though the air was just knocked from your chest.

He gives you the comfort of waiting for you to adjust, but his hands shake a little on your hips, obviously impatient.

“Ready, pup?” He asks through gritted teeth, the same feral grin splitting his face. You nod after a minute, clawing the sheets and pressing your hips back.

He reaches down to grab the chain, pulling it around your neck so that it’s facing him. You shudder a little at the movement, and, just as a precaution, Stanford leans down to ask a question before he starts moving.

“Remember the safe wor- err, action?” He massages your hip gently, referring to the earlier conversation and making sure you know you can back out if it gets too much.

You nod, pressing your hips back into his. He groans and draws his hips back slightly, snapping them suddenly forward and fucking a moan that’s downright pornographic out of you. One hand rests on your hip, the other white knuckle gripping the chain around your throat and pulling it gently with every thrust.

He fucks you like he’ll die if he stops, hips moving with a rhythm that should be impossible for his age, but you figure 30 years of dimension-hopping will make you at least a little more athletic. You can barely form a sentence at this rate, his cock pumping deep, ferocious stokes inside of you that make you feel dizzy.

The tip of his cock jams into a sweet spot and you see stars, crying out and clenching hard around him.

“Fuck-!” Stanford’s grip on your hips tightens, and he leans down to growl in your ear. “Right there, pup? Yeah?”

You make a whiny noise of confirmation and he laughs, angling his hips to keep hitting that spot. You’re not gonna last long at this point, and you know he’s not going to either.

It’s hard to warn someone you’re about to cum with silicone stuffed in your mouth, but you try anyways, whines getting louder and more desperate, and he seems to understand. He somehow fucks into you impossibly faster, reaching his own release along with you.

“Can I, fuck- can I cum inside of you?” His voice is almost akin to a plea, and are you to deny him such a request? He did ask nicely, after all.

You nod your head again, emphasizing with a muffled whimper. His eyes screw shut and his head tilts back as he thrusts a few more times, stilling suddenly as he reaches his peak, stuffing your cunt full of hot cum and making a noise that sounds straight out of a porno.

You cry out and gasp, shaking and clenching around him as he haphazardly fucks you through your orgasm, making sure you reach it too. It’s like fireworks go off inside your brain and you’re certain you’ve never cum this hard before, pleasure sparking up your spine as the coil in your belly finally snaps.

You both take a good while to come down, panting and shaking a little as he rubs gently up and down your back. He pulls out eventually, making you whimper softly from the overstimulation.

He sits next to you as you lifelessly flop over onto the bed, hands still twitching from the intensity of your orgasm. He reaches over to remove the gag, unhooking the buckle and pulling it out of your mouth.

“Bleeugh,” a thick line of saliva drips from your mouth and onto the bed, “…sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Stanford chuckles, placing the gag down on the nightstand after wiping it off with a tissue. “We can wash the sheets later.”

He rolls over and pulls you into his arms, throwing the blanket over you both and reaching over to unbuckle the collar so that you don’t suffocate in your sleep. He puts that on the nightstand as well, before cuddling up to you and pulling you into his chest.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, dear.” He smiles, carding a hand through your hair. “I enjoyed myself as well, although I’m fairly certain my back will be sore for a while.”

“Thank you for indulging me.” You laugh, snuggling into him.

“Anything for you, my dearest.”

It doesn’t take long for you both to drift off, the night's events being entirely exhausting for both of you, and you’re both sure you discovered something new about yourselves.