#stan pines imagines

[gay-dorito-dust]

What would be Stan’s brothers reaction when after Y/n helped them with stuff and they said “Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss on the cheek?” Or “what else do you want? A kiss on the cheek?” And reader fastly respond ‘Yes please’ without hesitation 🤑

Ford:

‘What are you waiting for? A kiss on the cheek?’ Ford said when he noticed that you were lingering nearby.

‘Yes please.’ You replied almost instantaneously.

The poor man was now blushing to the tips of his ears as his eyes grew wide. This wasn’t a response he was expecting and therefore not properly prepared to answer accordingly.

He didn’t expect you to eagerly agree even in the slightest and now he was racked with nerves, while his mind overworked on whether or not you were joking with him. Ford has never been in the situation before where someone shown active interest in him, so needless to say this man was imploding on himself over shat could only be a theoretical.

He hated vagueness and ambiguity, they were his biggest personal pet peeves. he much preferred things to be upfront and direct for he tended to look for deeper meaning in things they didn’t need to be looked at so intently or up close.

‘I- well if it’s okay with you.’ Ford says, finding the collar of his turtleneck a little tight and finding it hard to swallow the lump in his throat.

‘It’s more than okay.’ You said with a smile.

Ford had to steel his nerves that were running rampant within him as though he was still that teenage boy, he mustered the strength he needed to press a sweet, almost featherlight kiss to your cheek that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Stanley:

‘What are you waiting for? A kiss on the cheek?’ He asked.

‘Yes please.’ You said without hesitation.

Stanley, while taken aback but your straightforwardness, smirked in response as he leant closer to you.

‘Oh do you now?’ He says playfully with a raised brow, trying his hardest not to show just show affected he was by your words as he felt his heart in his throat.

‘I wouldn’t have said otherwise.’ You replied with a smile, taking a step towards him as he internally congratulated himself for not loosing his touch. (or so he liked to claim when in reality it’s you who holds the more power in this situation.)

Stan only said what he said because it was something his father said time and time again to him after he did something that he thought would finally make his father look at him. Only for that to not be the case as his father easily dismissed his efforts and managed to degrade him with a single sarcastic comment that felt like a dagger to the heart.

Here when he said it, you made it sound a lot sweeter when you gladly accepted the prospect of him kissing your cheek, almost as though it was the only thing that would make your entire day. You were far too sweet for Stan but you attract more with honey than vinegar or so they say and needless to say you had this man hook line and sinker with how sweet you were.

‘Okay honey just remembered you’re the one who asked for this.’ Stan said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek that made you want more in the future.

[the-rolls-on-black]

Idc if this design isn't canon. He's such a goof!!! He's so cute!!! Excuse my rambling but..

He absolutely still reacts like this when you give him a kiss on the cheek. Everytime! Doesn't matter if he's a huge flirt or likes to brag about how he can "get any babe he wants"–affection towards him is hard to come by, especially for someone like him. It's different when it's you holding his hand and swiping your thumb over his knuckles. You still catch him off guard with your surprise hugs, the ones where you hug him from behind, snaking your arms around his middle, and pressing your face against his back, because you just want to give this old man a heart attack..

Every evening, he shares his chair with you and watches your favorite TV show to make you happy (and he will absolutely refuse to admit to your face that he likes it too). He blushes and makes that cute smile when you lean in and kiss his cheek. And when you press further, leaving gentle kisses all over his face--the corner of his smile, his nose, all the way to his scruffy jaw, he's adorable. He squeezes his can of Pitt Cola, he squirms--ticklish, the tips of his ears turning red. It's all too easy for him to mumble something, his voice sweet and soft, warm and unguarded, and kiss you back.

It's different for him, to be loved, and it's nice.

[stansangel]

Summer Heat

Author's Note: This is my first fic so pls ignore the bad writing! Anyways I hope you enjoy this, I might write a part 2 if this does well!! (Or if one person likes it) Prompt: You meet young Stan Pines at a bar in the middle of no where. (Thank you to my bestie for giving me this prompt I hope I did it justice) Warnings: drinking, alcohol, young stan being a flirt. 16+ content at the end (it gets a lil freaky in his car but nothing smutty)

READER AND STAN ARE 21+ IN THIS FIC Word Count: 911

It was a warm summer night and you and your friends had decided to go to a bar they had heard about from. Unbeknownst to you this bar was in the middle of fucking no where. Despite having no idea where you found yourself you enjoyed the night singing, dancing, and drinking with your friends. You had been out for a few hours now and your friends had been lost to the night, some being blacked out in various booths around the bar and others having left with guys they met. 

You sat on a stool at the bar swirling your drink in your hand and resting your head on the other mentally arguing with yourself if you should see the rest of the night out or if you should just call a taxi to get you home. As you sat deep in thought you felt someone slide onto the stool next to you and you mentally groaned not ready to deal with another drunk random this late into the night. Before you could even look over to see who it was a deep voice spoke, interrupting your thoughts. “Hey Toots,” the voice said

You quickly turned in surprise upon hearing the voice, far too desperately than you’d like to admit hoping that the person it came from was as attractive as his voice. You looked at the man next to you and God, he was. You stared for a moment before mentally cursing yourself for not saying anything.

“You got a staring problem hon.” He said nonchalantly.

You finally mustered up the courage to say something back.

“S-sorry-” you stuttered out.

God you were fucking stupid. Sorry?! THAT’S the best you could come up with when this gorgeous man was sitting next you AND talking to you? As you continued to berate yourself for the awkward first impression, he spoke up again.

“‘S alright doll, got no issue with it when a pretty gal like you is the one staring” 

You felt your cheeks heat up and you let out an awkward giggle. 

“How’s about I buy you a drink, doll? That okay with you?” he asked. “Yeah.. that’d be great, thank you.” you said, trying to maintain a calm facade. 

You completely forgot about the drink you already had and let him order you and himself a round of drinks. 

“So you got a name or should I just keep throwin’ around pet names?” he asked while chuckling.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” you said, way too quickly for your comfort but luckily it didn’t seem to make him any less interested. He thought it was adorable how flustered you’d seem to have gotten and it boosted his ego with every word you spoke.

“That’s a pretty name darlin’” He said with a smirk

You felt heat rise to your cheeks again before you mumbled out a thank you.

“‘Course babe. I’m Stanley, go by Stan though.” He said to you.

The drinks are set in front of the two of you and you take a sip pleasantly surprised by the fruity drink that hit your lips, you look at his and notice that he ordered himself something different.

“Is it good? I assumed you didn’t drink whiskey like me so I got ya something sweet. Just like ya.” He said smiling .

You nodded and thanked him. 

“So what’s a pretty thing like yourself doing here all alone?” He asked with an eyebrow quirked.

“Oh.. I came here with friends but they’ve all gone off to do their own thing.” You say feeling a bit upset your friends left you to your own devices.

He looked at you sympathetically noticing your expression.

“Hey it’s alright doll, you got me to keep ya company,” He said as he flashed you a smile. “Plus I doubt any of your friends bought you a drink tonight like I did.” He gestured to the drink in front of you. 

You giggled and nodded. “I guess you’re right.” You spent a couple more hours chatting with Stan and sipping on drinks he so generously bought for you.

“Hey, whaddaya say we get outta here? I could take you back to my place.” He smirked as he proposed the idea.

“I’d like that a lot.” You said smiling.

He got up and extended his arm out for you to take and you did, you clung to his arm gently as he guided you out of the bar and to his car, a beautiful red El Diablo. He opened the passenger door for you and closed it once you got in before jogging around to the other side of the car and getting in. You watched as he started the ignition and began driving. 

As the two of you made your descent back to his house you let his hand rest on your thigh while his other expertly drove the car down the empty streets. You stopped at a red light which was taking seemingly forever to turn green when he turned to you and kissed you. It wasn’t soft or sweet. It was feverish and needy. You kissed him back with the same fervor he did, teeth clashing against each other. His hand traveled from your thigh to your hair and tangled in your locks pushing you closer to him. He pulled away breathless, lips swollen from the kiss and lust filling his eyes.

This was going to be a long night.

[skipppppy]

This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now

The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper

[nenoname]

Stan Pines' drawings

Plus a Stan drawing of debatable canonicity but I love his signature being a dollar sign

[sunnylolli]

Broadcast-dimension (1/2)

An old au I had back in, I think, 2022 when I first got into the show was a dimension kind of like the dimension in Interstellar? But where I've refined it a bit to be more like a broadcasting/projection dimension? Where Stanford's essentially projected into his brothers' dreams. And since Stanford is an "interference", his appearance and physical manifestation is restricted to Stanley's imagination. E.g. in these comic strips, Stanford's projected into Stanley's mind as being ~12 years old-ish, because that's the age Stanley sees him as daily. And while Stanley does have a very vivid imagination, imagining Stanford being older is a comically difficult (and inaccurate) feat, hahah. Also it won't be drawn, because I'm... Lazy.. But Stanley's an avid lucid dreamer in my headcanons, and has a strong grasp on his own mind and dreams - So in the end of the au, when Stanford discovers that in order to leave the broadcast-dimension he needs Stanley to manifest/imagine a portal in his mind for Stanford to go through, Stanford has to find an older Stanley who'd know more about portals in order to imagine a functioning and safe one- Aka. Stanford has to visit Stanley's dreams either right after the portal incident or years after that incident when he's older and replay the entire scene in order to leave >:) A bonus however, because can't have hurt without comfort, Stanford does end up seeing in Stanley's dreams, as he rifling through the ages to find Stanley after the portal incident, the life he's lived that Ford had no clue about. And they do end up being on better terms when Stanley manages to get the portal up and running and get Stanford home. The dream where Ford goes through the portal again has lasting effects on Stanley, afterall, and he ends up more determined to get the damn thing to turn on than ever before!

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Local idiot absolutely destroys his twin brother

⚠️ Do not try this at home❗️⁉️

[jesse-pinko]

Fiddlestan is objectively the best and funniest ship bc imagine you’re Ford finally back in your home dimension after thirty years and not only has your twin brother stolen your identity and committed multiple felonies under your name he’s also happily married to your research assistant who used to be madly in love with you but you took him for granted lmao get humbled loser

[angstflavoured]

I'm sorry, brother. I'm sorry I let you down.

[barbaricjester]

I'm think so hard about Stanley Pines I'm gonna fucking cry. Have you guys ever noticed how he talks to Ford even before he got him back. In Carpet Diem he scolds Ford and says his carpet is ugly. He asks the wax lookalike if he wants anything from the kitchen. He tells Ford to shut up when he's reading his journal. He tells the kids he talked to his reflection while fishing alone. He needed his brother so fucking much and I'm

[artsymeeshee]

[gay-dorito-dust]

Stanley is obsessed with calling you his wife/husband/ spouse that he uses it more often then he does your actual name.

‘Have you met my wife/husband/spouse?’

‘My wife/husband/spouse is gorgeous.’

‘All marriage is a sham but my marriage to my wife/husband/spouse is going great, you lot be safe though.’

Stanley loves calling you his wife/husband/ spouse because you saying yes was the best thing in his life in a really, really long time and he didn’t want to fuck this up in the slightest.

Ford says it because he’s in disbelief that you actually married him.

So much so that he mumbles ‘I have a wife/husband/spouse?’ Constantly as the smile on his face gets bigger as he exclaims ‘I HAVE A WIFE/HUSBAND/SPOUSE!’ He then rushes over to you, holds your face as he kisses it while thanking you for being his wife/husband/spouse.

[the-rolls-on-black]

ahh... sorry but i cant stop thinking about monster falls stan so..!!!

Imagine him scaring you all the time. He can go perfectly still as stone, make no movement, real easy to creep on ya. Imagine you're taking photos of the town, of the statues and the stores and anything else that catches your eye, you put your phone down and–BOO!

"Gotcha good, didn't I?" He'd laugh, especially if you jumped. "You tourists are too easy."

Or.. imagine getting caught in the rain with Stan, no umbrella, no nothing. He stretches out his wing to cover you from the rain. The soft pit-pats of the rain hit a little hard, but he's unaffected, the water running down the stone surface of his skin.

Imagine helping him clean his wings. Giant things of stone would lay heavy in your hands, but he can't really reach to clean them off. Unlike Ford, Stan prefers to stay cleanly. He says he usually has the kiddos help him out, but he prefers your presence so...

Or.....imagine hanging out with Stan at the Mystery Shack. Watching TV together as the rest of his family bustle's about. You, of course, use this as the perfect opportunity to check him out. Not in a flirty way, but you can't help but be so curious about him, a living gargoyle! (And the residents in this town draw your attention, too, of course). He lets you inspect his arm, and he makes some comment about his brother doing the same thing a long time ago.

"Can't say I get too many people admiring the stonework." He jokes while you swipe your thumb over his knuckles.

"Can you feel this?" You ponder, admiring the texture of the stone, running along the edges and cracks that's surely formed over time. "Me?"

He hums, expression thoughtful. “Yeah. I can feel you." His voice is quieter now and he keeps his eyes on the TV, refusing to look at you. “It’s like…I can feel you touchin' me. ” His claws twitch as your fingers move to the back of his hand. "But I can't feel how warm you are...can't tell if your hands are soft or rough."

He used to be able to, but that goes unsaid.

He snakes his arm around your waist before you can say anything else, scooching you next to him on his chair. It's not uncomfortable, but there are better things to be cuddling up with. "I'd watch the questions though, I might start thinkin' you're into antiques."

[stansangel]

Summer Heat - pt. 2

Author's Note: Part 2 is here because pt. 1 did so well so I felt obligated. This was sm fun to write (traumatizing). Anyways enjoy this you freaks! ALSO! yes this longer than part 1, I got carried away, don't complain. Pairings: young adult!Stan Pines x Reader Warnings: SMUT! 18+! FREAKY DEAKY! p in v, pussy eating, fingering, cream pie, hickeys, hair pulling, cumming, anything else I forgot LITERALLY NOT CHILD FRIENDLY AT ALL. ALL THE PLOT WAS LEFT IN PART 1! (and if you do, I can't really stop you but don't hold me accountable if you do, I warned you) ONCE AGAIN. STAN AND READER ARE 21+ Word Count: 1,173 part 1

You looked into his eyes feeling a bit light headed from the kiss then watched as he calmly turned back to facing the road as the light turned green, continuing to drive like nothing happened. He keeps his hand on your thigh the whole way back to the house. The ride was silent apart from the hum of his engine and his tires raking against the road. When you finally reached his house he turned off the car and turned to face you. His hand began gently caressing your thigh as his other moved to cup the back of your head. He pushed your head closer to his and claimed your lips in his in another sweltering kiss. The hand on your thigh pushed its way in between your legs and began rubbing mindless shapes on your inner thigh. He continued to kiss you, licking your bottom lip hoping you’d allow him permission to slip the warm muscle into your mouth. You slightly parted your lips and felt as he intruded your mouth with his tongue. The hand between your legs moved up to toy with the hem of your bottoms. His fingers carefully broke the barrier between your clothing and your body. His hand slipped down into your panties and cupped your warm cunt which was already leaking arousal from his kissing. You rutted your hips trying to create friction between your cunt and his hand hoping to find some kind of relief for the ache between your legs. As soon as you made the move he pulled his hand out of your pants and pulled your hair back to release you from his mouth with a smirk on his face.

“Someone’s awfully needy, arentcha?” He asked.

You looked at him with glossy eyes filled with desperation. 

“Please…need it.” You pleaded.

“Use your words, doll.” He replied.

“Want you so bad, please.” You mumbled out.

He released your hair and wordlessly stepped out of the car coming over to open the passenger door for you.

“Come on princess, let’s go inside” He said while extending his hand out for you to take. You took his hand and he practically dragged you to his front door, fumbling with the lock and keys to get the door open. Once he finally opened it, he rushed you inside and closed the door, pinning you to it in a smooth action. Instantly his mouth was on your neck littering it in love marks as one hand pinned your wrists above your head and the other traveled back down your pants. He groaned, feeling your slick covering his fingers as he slid them through your folds. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his large fingers caressing your most sensitive region. He pulled away from your neck, removing your hand from his pants and guiding you to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed and peppered kisses along your neck and collarbone as he began making work of your pants. He pulled away to look down at you now that your lower half was bare and caressed your thighs with his large hands. You could feel the roughness on them, a clear sign of the hard work he’s put in over the years. You removed your shirt as you wondered what he did that would leave him so muscular and rough. You were thrown out of your thoughts as you felt his tongue travel between your folds and you groaned at the sensation. His hands pinned your thighs down as he began tonguing your cunt, lapping at it with a desire you never experienced from a man before. His lips wrapped around your swollen nub and began sucking at it before swirling his tongue over it, sending electric pulses of pleasure straight to you. He continued his ministrations before slipping 2 fingers into your cavern and pumping them in and out. You mewled at the feeling, gaining closer to your release. You moaned and squirmed in his grasp as he never relented. Your walls clenched around him and he moved his mouth away from your clit, replacing it with his thumb as he continued pumping his fingers in you. “Ya gonna make a mess on me, yeah? Come on, doll, give it to me.” He said, smirking up at you You made eye contact with him and seeing his lust filled expression was all it took to push you over the edge. The coil in your tummy released and you saw stars as he guided you through your orgasm. He finally removed his fingers and began undressing as you came down from your high. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over, forcing your body into an arch as smack landed down on your ass, your skin rippling at the action. He lined himself up with your entrance and it was in that moment when you felt just how big he was. The head of his cock was thick and as he pushed in you felt how long he was as well. You and him moaned in unison as he bottomed out inside you. He leaned over you, chest pressing against your back as he stilled inside you letting you adjust to his intruding size. 

“Can I move princess?” He asked breathlessly, voice laced with desperation 

You practically moaned out, “Yes, please. I need it so bad.” At your confirmation he immediately started a feral pace, fucking you in almost an animalistic manner. His hands groped your body as he pounded into you. He began kissing and biting at your neck and shoulders, leaving harsh marks in his wake. He continued chasing his high trying to push you to your own again, you walls began to clench around him and he moved a hand under you to rub at your clit. 

“Come on baby, let it out, I’m so close, need ya to let go for me.” He said, quickening his pace.

You moaned underneath him feeling yourself come undone. You saw stars for the second time as he brought you to another orgasm. He continued rutting his hips into you as he chased your high. After a few minutes he released his seed into you. The warm liquid filling you and leaking out as he pulled out. He walked to the bathroom and got a wet towel as you laid breathlessly on his bed. He came back and cleaned you up before climbing into bed with you and pulling you to his chest. 

He kissed the top of your head, your cheeks, and your neck while gently caressing your body.

“So perfect for me, doll. You did so good.” He said, punctuating his sentence with a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you..” You breathed out.

“Of course, doll, anything for my girl.” 

He held you close to him tracing mindless shapes on your arms as you relaxed in his arms.

“You’re my girl now, baby” He said gently

You nuzzled into his chest and smiled. You wanted nothing more than to be his girl.

[harlynstein]

Idk saying that with ur college profile picture you haven’t updated in years is crazy

(Based on this meme I keep seeing float around and I took a crack at it)

[paintedcrows]

they make me feel unwell

(continued: Stan & Young Ford)