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Cariño, eres un amor. 🐇💕

Had this song stuck on my mind and i make a little thing inspired on it, bunny kissies...

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Asking you about your new fic, spill me it please

I will spill a drop just for you anon....going to try to keep some of it a secret tho <3

He looks so perfect, curls ruffled from sleep, a faint mark from his own pillow drawing Ford’s eyes to his chubby cheeks. He lifts a cautious hand to thumb at the line. Stan lets him though he closes the eye like he thinks Ford is going to poke him or something. The skin is soft and tender under his thumbpad. It’s starting to stir that previous fire in his groin. 

Ford should stop. There’s no point in winding himself back up. He just managed to calm himself after all. This would be redundant. And yet, he can’t stop. Stan’s body yearns to be touched. Ford is hungry to provide his twin with everything he needs. 

“Has it been so long you forgot how to do it?”

The tease brings Ford back down. He grumbles and uses his hand on his brother’s face to shove him away. All it really does is push Stan down his chest. His twin has the audacity to laugh against Ford’s palm. 

In retaliation Ford buries his hand in Stan’s tangled hair. He gives his brother a few scratches before sighing and closing his eyes to try and go back to sleep.

Again, Stan interrupts him. “I could…you know, give you a reminder…If you want.” He rubs his finger in a shy circle just beside Ford’s bellybutton. The words have Ford’s eyes shooting open, his whole body lighting aflame. 

His brother couldn’t be offering what he thinks he is. There’s no way. 

“Stanley,” Ford says warningly, not in the mood for more games. He’s not sure he could handle being left high and dry and humiliated again. He’s not sure he’d be able to control himself. 

“Whatever.” Stan snaps back, obviously picking up on the tension coiling in the air. He drops his face into Ford’s stomach and seems to be done talking about it. “Forget it.” He mumbles between their bodies. 

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Call me a liar who lies, I drew 2Fords again I don't even have an excuse I'm sorry. The reason it took so long it's because I was fighting the colour circle until I decided on grayscale. Also me??? Posting on a reasonable hour?? More likely than you think

So yeah here's Ford and his brother-wife who knits for him and steals his sweater sometimes, that's it that's all I have to say (totally stole this idea from my friend @mirrorworldangel hcs, shout out to them!)

Also to the person that said "Stan's cutie patootie brotherhusband" (yes I remember the entire phrase, it's been ingrained in my brain ever since) I don't remember who you are but i see you and I hear you, spread your truth king.

Some additional doodles under the cut too, in case you wanna see.

Also this one's based off a post I made lmao I wasn't expecting much to happen to it

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Stan bros both having erectile dysfunction.

Imagine they're on the Stan O' War, making out. It gets hot 'n steamy, grinding against each other and stuff. After a few minutes of fruitless friction, Stan groans.

"What's wrong, Stanley?" Ford would ask tentatively.

"We don't have any damn Viagra."

Cue to flaccid sex. Sucking each other off even though they're both soft, fucking each other with their limp cocks.

(I might have a think for flaccid penises).

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Hello stancest nation!!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/62345446/chapters/171957496

I kicked a little bit of the depression demons in the dick and got chapter 4 of Thalassophobia out. If I still have readers, I hope they'll enjoy!

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Seeing as y'all loved my idea of Ford giving himself to Stan as a trophy for saving everyone, Stan nearly cumming on the spot so much; I wrote a short about it! Fair warning, I am horrible at spelling/wording things 😅 so beware!

Ford shifted nervously, trying to get comfortable on the bed. He had noticed Stan's lingering glances, how his eyes trailed down his body, how his face would get far to red when Ford was close, how he would excuse himself with any reason he could come up with and sometimes not even that- just leaving the room while blabbering something that could be mistaken for english.

It was definitely unexpected, something he even had done experiments to confirm because it felt so unbelievable but- it was true. It took time for him to accept it, not because it made him uncomfortable but because- well, no one has ever wanted him this way and yet- here Stan was. he never had thought Stan would want him like that, want to touch him, feel him but apparently- he did. Badly enough he couldn't hide it.

Stan always took care of Ford, protected him and now he had even saved the entire multiverse. He wasn't just Fords hero but a hero to all of existence rather they knew it or not. He had given everything so- what was this in the face of that? It was the least Ford could do, wasn't it? He trusted Stan more than anyone, he knew Stan wouldn't hurt him and- well, he was expranced too.

Ford could give this to Stan, to his hero. Take care of him, give him some relief from everything. He could only hope Stan would accept this.

Ford lay on the bed completely naked, his cock leaking in anticipation of what's to come. His mind already woundering through one scenario after the other of what Stan wanted to do to him. His face flushed hot red, he had never given himself to anyone before and now he was laying here in wait to do just that. He was giving himself over to his brother, giving him everything. Ford tenced as the door swung open, whatever Stan was saying had been cut short

"Hey Sixer, yo- " his eyes widdened as he looked at Ford, his gaze slowly trailing down to Fords cock. Stan was already hard if the very noticeable buldge in his pants was anything to go by, but there was still room for this to go bad.. at least- there WAS.

Watching Ford's cock twitch under his gaze, Stan whimpered wantingly. gritting his teeth in his last attempt at restraint but he couldn't help himself. Ford watched as Stan desperately palmed at himself, a loud moan taring from his brother's throat as his knees buckled. Supporting his weight up with one hand on the mattress, tightly fisting the sheets below as his eyes remain locked onto Ford. Stan's body shutteres and jurked and he came, years of need unloading in his pants and soaking his boxers. His head droping behind his elbow on the mattress as the last of his cum left him.

Ford eyes widdened as he watched, Stan just- he came just at the very sight of Ford like this. like he couldn't help it, control himself, couldn't stop his bodies reaction to SEEING Ford this way. Flattery and disbelief couldn't begin to define the feeling filling Fords chest as he breathed out,

"Moses Stanley-- did you just- " Stan looked up from the bed, breathing heavily as he pleaded

"Please, Sixer.. can I.." Stan didn't finish his sentence and he didn't need to, Ford nodded eager to learn exactly Stan wanted to do to him.

"Yes" Stan breathed out deeply, his breath shaking with want and relief to have Fords permission, a soft 'thank you' on his lips. Ford bit back a moan as Stan's lips met the bace of his cock, his toung tasting Ford before he pulled back just enough to speak

"Thank you" he was THANKING Ford for letting him suck his dick. Like it was a privilege. Stan pressed back in against Ford, inhaling deeply as if he was trying to fuse the scent in his lungs. He began licking and kissing Ford's cock, using his hand to pleasure what he couldn't. Slowly stroking Ford, He groaned in satisfaction. Ford softly moaning at the feeling of Stan's rough voice vibrating through him, and then- Stans lips where around him. Slowly bobbing his head up and down his langth, Stan wet and warm toung tasting Ford as he moaned around his cock. Ford couldn't help his cries, his hips wanting to jerk forward in Stans mouth, to feel MORE. He grabbed at his own hair, not trusting himself with Stan's -how could he when it felt THIS good?

"Aah! Stanley! Ooh- fuck!" Stan moaned, taking all of Ford. He nearly screamed in pleasure as his cock slid down Stan's throat, he thrusted into Stan's mouth uncontrollably, he's hands grabbing onto Stan's hair as he fucked his face. Stan's moaning only growing in intensity and God- Stan's rough voice was like a vibrator. One that was wet, warm and completely enveloped his cock.

It didn't take long for his to reach his end, he tried to push Stan off as came but he only pushed Ford's dick in deeper. Thick white cum unloading in Stan's throat with a long and drawn out moan, swollwing everything Ford had to give. He stayed there for a while before pulling off, sucking him until his lips left Ford's tip now free of any sign he had came at all. Both of them panting, trying to catch their breath. Ford barley managing to breathe out, his words segmented between each inhale

"Sweet moses- Stanley... I.. I didn't even need- to touch you.." Stan gently kissed Fords inner thigh, they were shaking and weak in ways completely new to Ford.

"You- have no idea how badly I want you.. fuck.. I- can't remember the last time- I came twice this quick" Ford looked up at Stan,

"Holy fuck Stanley.. you- " Stan pulled his weak body up into the mattress, hovering above Ford as he answered

"Yeah.. I did" with that, he rolled over onto his back besides his brother. Both of them passed out besides eachother, far to exhausted to clean up.

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Trying to get my ass out of artblock with some lazy doodles inspired by both my friends @mirrorworldangel with their amazing prompts and @andromachearts with their tags because "the extra fingers just mean more of him to love" and holy shit man

Also yeah it's 2Fords bc someone said "brotherwife" and you know what hell yeah

Also a bit of suggestive writing under the cut, nothing serious but just in case

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anyway who cares. transfem!ford attack

in this au ,, stan ony found out as soon as ford came out of the portal, so he still took on the name stanford pines

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Angel!Stan & Demon!Ford

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yknow what day is it?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BOYS!! 🐇🐇🎂💖But, you what day ALSO is?

Happy father's day to my stupid horny bunnies 🐇🐇💖💖💖

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happy birthday nerds

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I remember seeing a earlier post about Ford drunkenly giving stan hickeys and had the sudden idea of a reverse version. Stan giving Ford hickeys in his sleep, like he sleep kissed him and it escalated from there, he was having good dreams and Ford was guiltily enjoying it.

OOOOOH i love this. i cant believe i havent considered this before.

Stan sleepily nuzzling into ford's neck and ford just freezes.

It'll pass, he thinks, unmoving. It'll pass, and if i wake him up he'll be mortified. Stan continues to rub his face into his neck, making Ford feel every heavy exhale through his nose. It's in his best interest if i don't move, he reasons.

When Stan starts to kiss against his throat, Ford holds in a whimper. It's everything he's ever wanted, everything he's ever needed but Stan isn't awake.

This is wrong. He needs to wake up Stan immediately--no matter the consequences.

But as Ford tries to move out of Stan's grasp, he makes a pitiful, desperate little whine that somehow goes straight to both his heart and gut.

...A little bit longer wouldn't hurt.

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Thinking about the Stans enjoying some nice birthday booze (followed by some nice, sloppy birthday frotting)

Today is an international holiday 🎊

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The four horseman of please shut the fuck up