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Age regressed Ford with a Stanley plushie

Age regressed Stanley with a Ford plushie

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listen.... Ford Pines... Ford Pines who is the soft emotional baby.... Ford Pines who tells his brother he loves him all the time and how cool he is.... because it's the only time he's not made fun of expressing his feelings directly... Ford Pines who never feels like he's doing good enough.... Ford Pines who has so much love in him but no one wants it... soft Ford Pines who had a favorite movie because of that one setpiece, and favorite food, and had little human rituals before bedtime, and a chipped tooth.... Ford Pines who is a human being so alone and wounded that he just had to hide his softness because it was inseparably threaded into the core of his being which was unloved... Ford Pines who can be soft again now that the world isn't ending and he's safe.... pls...

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I don't want to be (too much of) an asshole but the whole "I shouldn't have to explain this isn't Stancest" to me is so sad... And frustrating. I genuinely want to ask these people to take a walk with me and show them their own work... Show them the way the characters lounge on one another, how they sleep cuddled together and live in the same house and kiss each other on the cheek and forehead and hold each other in bed... And then ask them "Would you sleep with YOUR sibling like this?"

Genuinely. Would YOU, the artist, sleep with YOUR SIBLING like this? Look. I wish we lived in a big beautiful world where anyone can cuddle with anyone and it doesn't have to mean anything, but we don't LIVE in that world. There is such a thing as couple codding, and the way that the twins get drawn draped over each other, placing their hands on each other's pecks etc etc... This is COUPLE language. Put ANY OTHER CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT SIBLINGS in this situation and then look me in the eye and tell me that they are not a couple. Stancest does not have to involve SEX if you do not want it to- queer platonic couples are a THING. What you are drawing are queer platonic Stancest. The worst part is there are a lot of artist who draw QPR or nonsexual stancest, who embrace the term without feeling drawn to the sexual side. And I don't want to be like "Back in my day shit was better", but back in my day there wasn't this same violent hatred there was, and people were a bit more ready to be open about liking it. If you look at old Stancest art from when the show was still airing, you'd find pieces with a LOT more attention then they'd ever get now, and I don't think it's just because of lesser audience. I think the GravFalls fandom is thriving. I just think that fandom is so much more widespread and therefore so much more policed then it used to be. Anyway. It sucks, there's no fixing this, but I'm glad the Stancest fandom has gotten a little laugh out of it. But also maybe don't harass people, all right?

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Ford finally got here, so it's time for the promised stancest plushie photoshoot!

I wasn't quite willing to try and remove Stan's shirt, because I wasn't sure I could get it back on if I did, and as much as I would love to have Stan hanging around shirtless, I don't want to lose his clothes.

So what you get is three pics of plushie!Ford kissing his brother's neck and tummy. The rest will have to be up to your own imaginations.

(Bonus behind the read more: the two of them in their new home on my desk. Hidden away mostly cause I don't want my desk mess distracting from stancest makeouts.)

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I NEED ford just biting and groping and gritting against Stan’s tummy

god yes Grunks back in the Shack (and a little hint of Ford's Weird Smell Kink, hint of royalty kink. he's read his fan novel.)

Ford coming up behind him and rubbing his hands up the curve of Stan's gut, absolutely loving the hair he has going, fingers slipping gently but firmly enough not to tickle him. Stan's all like, 'Ay whatta ya doin', can't ya see i'm busy here?' while making pancakes.

Ford says, "Let me treat you like the royalty you are, instead of a common stablehand. I'd especially love to worship your frame," he grabbed two handfuls of the flesh on his stomach with ease, "since I have a certain... fascination with you."

Stan gives up and mutters, "Yeah, yeah, alright. Don't expect nothing back right now, I'm cooking for all of us." Stan tiredly ignores him until he's on his knees under him, between him and the stove, six fingers lifting his shirt up a decent amount.

"That's a double negative, and besides, I'll be quick." Ford replied before starting to suck a hickey above his belly button, hand palming and grasping needily at the fat, then he quickly moved onto another location to litter his torso with marks. Hearing Stan grunt at each purposeful sensation, Ford tried not to grin as he jumped slightly when he sinks his teeth into his navel. His nose catches the scent of musk from the previous evening and needing to take a shower, shivering as he continued elsewhere.

Bite after bite he used a hand to palm at his belly, the other hand had dropped the shirt and was missing to Stan's eye. He figured out exactly where though, when his brother hissed against his stomach, a panting breath that ended in a cut off groan. He's definitely touching himself. "You're insatiable, Sixer. Can't believe you can nngh-" Ford bit down hard at one of the last marks, "-go again so soon after last night."

"Only for you," He replied, then marking Stan again with a nice hickey on the side of his belly. With Ford's face mushed into the soft skin and stroking himself quickly, his jaw lightly open and panting, Ford choked all too soon. He muffled a low, possessive groan by shoving his face flat against his twin's frame and exhaling hard through his nose.

Ford removed himself from the floor and stood to pull Stan's shirt back down, and kisses him on the lips before leaning in to whisper, "Thank you, your majesty."

"No problem, your grace, now let me flip this pancake."

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and u know how people do the petplay/subspace ford thing. well please imagine stan also needs that too okays. ageplay stan kittypuppy stan. my world is fille d with beautifully butterflies and looks like jellybean rainbows

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Okay, we're sad so gonna make ppl suffer w us.

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I have so many nonsense ramble thoughts that I’m just going to write a bunch of gibberish down.

Possible trigger warnings: Watersports, blood, violence

So enjoy? Maybe?

Stan has a daddy kink. It isn’t something he advertises and he’s never really indulged in it. Call it daddy issues or whatever but whenever he imagines calling another person Daddy he gets so hard he has to rub one out almost immediately. Really, for a man his age he shouldn’t be acting like a horny teen, but he couldn’t stop himself. In the shower he’d stroke furiously at his aching cock, imaging his hand as someone else’s. Bigger, wider, and on days where he’d indulge himself and his sick fantasies, with an extra finger. He’d imagine a voice, deep and gentle, calling him his good boy and he would practically cum on the spot. The only things that would hear his pathetic moans of Daddy was the bathroom walls and his own crumbling self-respect.

I still think often of small dick Stan, especially Ford’s fascination with it. As teens Ford would know about it, it would be hard not to really. When you share a room for seventeen years, you’re bound to see your brother’s dick once or twice. Of course, he never expected it to be so…. cute. He only saw a glimpse of it, small, precious glimpse, but it was enough to fuel his fantasies for weeks. Was it any bigger when hard? If he wrapped his hand around it, he would surely engulf the whole thing his palm, soft or hard. The thought of Stan whimpering and fucking into the warm heat of his palm was so erotic he had to lay down. He made it his mission to see it again. Just one more time so he could document it accurately in his journal.

Feral Ford marking Stan is something that has been haunting me. I’m just imaging him ambushing Stan and pinning him down, ripping and clawing at his clothes while Stan struggles underneath him. He bares his teeth, canines unnaturally sharp, and bites down into Stan’s neck, blood welling underneath his tongue and filling his mouth with a delicious copper taste that left him drooling. Stan yelps underneath him and Ford fumbles desperately at his own zipper, practically ripping off the button as he pulled out his cock. Stroking softly, he lets out a soft whine as a spurt of piss lands on Stanley’s stomach, the gold liquid soaking the hair on his stomach and claiming him as his, his, his.

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bark like you want it

ford and stan pet play <3 ((reposted bc of tagging issues))

Ford keeps his foot pressed down and tries not to let the huffed breaths and whines make him too lightheaded. This is for his twin, not him. Stan had asked for this. And Stan hardly ever asks for anything. Sure, this had been surprising, but not something out of Ford's wheelhouse.

Especially not when his brother is such a good boy.

Stan is on his knees and hunched by the edge of the bed practically drooling and panting like a bitch in heat. His arms are shaking and Ford can feel every expansion of his lungs as he shudders through another gasping breath.

The black collar perfectly hugs Stan's working throat. The leash leading up into Ford's six fingered grasp is even prettier stained with his brother's sweat.

"I still don't believe you, puppy." Ford says, voice hard and disappointed. Stan reacts exactly as he had each time Ford has said this over the last two hours. His head drops down and he keens deep in his throat. His hair parts around his shoulders, dripping with salt and curtaining Stan's face from Ford's view.

He gives the leash a sharp yank. Stan's head snaps up and his eyes are watery and red-rimmed.

"What was that?"

Stan's lips quiver and mouths over words but nothing comes out. Ford would be worried if he couldn't see his twin's erection leaking messily all over his stomach. Stan looks zoned out and hazy, completely entranced in their scene.

Ford dips his free hand down to gently ruffle Stan's hair away from his face. Stanley looks so good like this, blissed out and pliant in Ford's hands. Trusting. Obedient.

"Say it. Be my good boy and say it."

Stan shivers and arches his back, causing Ford's boot to slide down his side and bump into his hip. Ford retaliates by shortening the leash and pulling his twin closer to the bed.

"C'mon Stanley. Bark. Show me you want it. Bark for me."

The growl that rumbles through the quiet room has Ford's hair standing on end. Stan's teeth are bared. His lips are peeled back and deliciously pink. Spit froths at the corners of his mouth. His hips seem to be moving on their own, humping the air and making his cock bob between his trembling thighs.

"More," Ford demands and curls the leash closer to himself, drawing the line tight. Stan's growl edges off into a broken whine. He has to wiggle back with his knees to ease the tension. It puts his naked back right against Ford's leg. The heat is sweltering and bleeds through the scientist’s slacks like lava. "Louder, Stanley."

Stan hisses before taking a deep breath that shakes his entire frame. Ford waits with dizzy anticipation. Two hours of build up for this single moment.

The bark that booms out of Stan is almost horrifically accurate. Ford jolts at the sheer volume of it. The leash slips out of his hand. Stan snarls, deep and animalistic, and hooks his fingers around the now slack line.

He jerks his arm forward and the leash flops around to his front. Ford watches with bated breath. He hadn't meant to let go of it. Stan's bark had just been too beautiful to not have a reaction to.

His brother slowly turns, eyes glinting and hungry. The black leash lays limply between his fingers. His gaze is both accusing and daring.

"That was good, puppy." Ford leans back on the bed, supporting his weight on his hands, and opens his legs for Stan to crawl into. "So good you startled me."

Stan carefully rotates his body to face Ford. His knees are ruby red and raw looking from having been sat on the wooden floor for hours without a buffer. His dick is still rock hard and pulsing pre-come. Stan's entire waist and upper thighs are coated in it, shiny and appealing. Ford wants to lick him clean.

"I think puppy deserves a reward for being so good, hm?" Ford lifts his boot from the floor and offers it out to his brother. "Come here, Stanley."

The floorboards creak and groan as Stan crawls on all fours to be a breaths length away. Ford stretches his leg out to brush against his twin's cock. Stan whimpers and thrusts down on the rough material.

Ford reaches out and gets a handful of Stan's hair. He gives it a warning tug. "Good boys keep using their words. Tell me how much you like this."

Stan grumbles, humping Ford's leg at a leisurely pace. He squints up at his brother's face. His nose is squished up adorably. Ford slides his fingers through Stan's hair to cradle his cheek.

"One more time, puppy. For me."

This time the snarling build up has Ford heating up under the collar, itchy and hungry. He leans his whole body forward, looming over his kneeling twin, and holding his face still to watch the noise burst from Stanley's lips.

Direct eye contact drives Stan's thrusting wild. He thrashes slightly between Ford's twelve fingers, spit dripping down his chin and spotting the floor. His own fingers are curled like claws, nails biting into the floorboards, balancing him for maximum leverage to rock his dick into Ford's leg.

Stan's eyes roll back in his head, leaving Ford with the amazing view of the whites of his eyes and snarling teeth, before the bark tears out of him like gunshot. It rings around the room and Ford feels his pant leg get painted white, wet, and warm.

He shifts forward to keep Stan from collapsing to the ground as he goes boneless. Ford gives an encouraging coo. Stan slumps further into his palms, slowly blinking back into awareness. Stan's face is bright red and furnace-like between his hands. Spittle is drying in patches across his face. His eyes are glassy and half-lidded, sleepy but with a pleased undertone that is so rare on his face. Stanley has never looked better.

Ford carefully slides his twin into his lap, incidentally pressing his own erection into Stan's chest. He combs a loving hand through his brother's hair.

"Good boy. That's my good puppy."

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LOOK AT THIS IT TOOK ME 6 HOURS AND 7.5 MINUTES!!!!!

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Help! Anxiety has me!

I've been thinking about posting some of my Stancest fics (mostly spicy) to Ao3 but like- what if it sucks!? 😭 I can't spell because of stupid dyslexia but what I'm most worried about is like- what if I get something wrong? Like what if that's not how anatomy works an I'm just stupid?? It'd be so embarrassing!

Help! Should I do it anyway? Would y'all be interested maybe? Idk 😭

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TEEN FIDDLESTAN

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there,s, nbo reason to mindcontrol stan jerky but, well

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Some grunkles speedpaints

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After Stan and Ford get together, all of Stans insecurities and fears really start to show. He tires to hide it but Ford won't ignore it because- why would he??

Warning: mention of self harm ⚠️

Like, they're cuddling after their first time and Stan starts crying. Ford panics and ask whats wrong only for Stan to tell him "I don't deserve this" because why would someone like HIM deserve this? He's been told he's worthless his entire life and now he just- gets a happy ending? Because STANFORD, wounderful, smart, beautiful Stanford wants and loves him? he's never been this happy before and it just- feels wrong

He was fine before because he had the familiarity of pain to ground him- pain knowing Ford will never love him that way and that he'd leave him if he knew.

He calls himself lucky, says he has no idea how he 'tricked' Ford into loving him, every morning he hesitantly ask if it was a dream because that's all it ever has been.

He feels anxious all the time now and uneasy because it all feels so- strange to him and he doesn't know how to handle it. He wants to embrace it with all his heart but he's scared of it at the same time. Having weird off and on reactions to affection.

He panics and/or cries over small mistakes now because, well, getting a F- on a test was small, breaking Fords project was small, pushing Ford during their fight was small and now he's got EVERYTHING he's ever wanted? Good things never last for Stan. He's GOING to fuck up, he's GOING to lose Ford. That's how this works.. right?

Maybe he seems to start getting better but in reality he's been self harming so things make sense again. Because- who is he outside of the pain? Because it makes SENSE, because it feels like home. Normal.

He bakes for Ford for the first time and his nerves are just- killing him because baking for anyone hasn't exactly gone well for him. (The cake and the bread for that ghost biker guy)

There is so many things that would start coming out like this. Ford seeing for the first time how insecure Stan is, how fragile- no, how SCARRED he is from his past and it hurts.

He can handle pain, he can be angry when it hurts, he can hide his tears, he can stuff it deep down and bottle it up but- being happy? Really, truly, fully happy? No. He has NO idea.

Stans character was DESIGNED around insecurities and pain, it's one of his foundations so when that's gone? Yeah.

Idk, what do y'all think? Am I cookin here?

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