Omg ok I think I found another extraneous detail that I can wildly contort into something that feeds my sick Stancest needs.
Stan’s fanfiction.
So here’s an excerpt of official audio from Alex:
The setup is that the duchess cheats on the duke with this self insert “stable uncle”. Ok what you’d expect so far, he self ships himself with the attractive female lead, and his romantic rival is a very well spoken duke with whom he has some mutual disdain for (hm… well spoken and antagonistic toward him, I wonder if there’s anyone he drew real life inspiration from…?)
As a side note, I would like to point out that he describes the affair as “forbidden” implying that forbidden love is an appealing idea to him...
But what makes this really interesting is the title of his fanfic. Which is this:
The DUKE’S Temptations, not the stable uncle’s or even the duchess’s temptations. The DUKE’S. Now this is a little odd considering that this duke character isn’t his insert character but rather a RIVAL to his insert character. The assumed scenario from the audio would be that the focus is on the duchess having an affair with Stan’s insert, but this suggests that the focus would shift and that the duke himself is tempted into an affair.
Given that the duke’s speaking patterns sound awfully similar to ford’s as well the petty jabs at each other sounding just as familiar, I think it’s safe to say that the duke is the ford insert character.
And being that the title is what it is, I really don’t think it’s a stretch to say that the duke must become the main love interest for stan’s insert. I mean Stan’s character must remain the protagonist right? It would be odd for him to write an insert fic without his own romance being the main focus.
So there would be a change in attitudes on both sides. Literally enemies to lovers. Two men who come to understand each other amid their competition and develop a mutual passion that runs much deeper than their contempt ever did. A forbidden and dangerous affair. A temptation that neither can resist. Wow. Soos needs to needs to upload this to ao3 asap. I wanna read this now.
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
but i am thinking about stancest where they both have praise kinks but don't know, and post-canon continously compliment/praise each other. and it's like "aweww thank you🥺 please pay no mind to my massive boner" lol. bonus if they're not in a relationship yetttt because i am weak for that. but also subtle teasing the other in that awkward middle stage where its like "ok we definitely like each other but neither of us know how to go about talking about it. because it's super taboo and i don't want to somehow ruin this." so they have to bring in matchmaker mabel the next summer and its just as gloriously chaotic as the previous summer,
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.
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.
stancest fic where stan and ford have been on the stan o war II for a while now and very much have incestuous feelings but are unaware they are incestuous and Not Normal. and it gets to the point where theyre isolated long enough so when they come back on land and act the way that they do (VERY affectionate and touchy) everyone is like this:
and they're like, wow, i wonder what everyone's problem is
stancest and aphrodisiacs go together like peanut butter and jelly. get over your incest taboo with the power of sex pollen IMMEDIATELY !
i normally go for sexed up ford torturing stan but the other way around is peak too. ford having to deal with stan openly wanting him and hitting on him?? i think he’d die. he canonically thinks stan is charming ok his flirting — even in Mindless Horny Animal State — would go crazy. to ford at least
kind of love the idea of ford always being this big spoon when he and stan would cuddle platonically when theyre younger, but at some point having Feelings makes it very hard to stay neutral about having your warm, soft brother pressed against your front, his occassional shifting unintentionally rubbing himself on ford's crotch— and oops he has a boner now. super prominently.
ford fully expects stan to be grossed out, shove ford away, call him a sick freak, anything that ford wouldnt deserve.
but stan just... doesnt say anything about it. ford KNOWS he can feel it, stan just doesnt care, or is at least acting like he doesnt care. he'd be like "heh getting real sappy sixer" when ford tightens his hold around him, taking it as the go ahead to escalate it just a liiiitle bit.
the reality is stan just didnt want ford to feel bad, thought it was just an accidental thing. now ford is effectively dry humping him— and he cant tell him to knock it off now, right? theyre brothers, brothers would just let it go, right? they'll go back to being regular brothers the next day.
they tend not to cuddle much anymore, but whenever they do and it ends up in that position, you can definitely expect it to end with ford rutting against his brother feom behind, face burried in stans shoulder, one hand pawing at the front of stans shorts, his other arm tight around stans middle whos trying to stifle whatever sounds he might make. feeling ford shake behind him, panting, enough to get him to come too.
this completely platonic behavior is still normal when theyre grown ass 60 year old men of course
Hope it isn't random to ask this, but... Do you think Stan and Ford would gift each other classic cheesy romantic gifts like flowers? Who do you think might do that first and how do you think the other might react? And what if the gift is given before they're even together and attempted to play off as just a nice gift not romantic coded at all no sir??
oooo not random at all please ask me anything ever (as long as u check my pinned) this is SO adorable??
oh my god okay so....i kinda...wonder if ford would do it first? like maybe it might seem out of character at first but ford seems like the type of guy who like...maybe he's struggling with how to show his feelings, even platonic ones, for stan, and maybe he watches this couple and one of them has flowers for the other and that sparks an idea? like i feel like he's the type of guy to see something and get so inspired by it and do stuff kinda impulsively, if that makes sense?
like hes so determined to do right by stan now, he wants to show his gratitude in any way possible. i think he would be so TAKEN by the idea that he doesn't even...okay, its not that he doesn't consider stans feelings in the matter, its more like he's so excited that he can't imagine anyone else NOT being excited, so the idea of it NOT going well doesn't occur to him
also! i feel like ford would get SUPER into the meanings behind flowers? like type and colors and all that jazz and what they represent
i could see it going either way to be clear but i do really like the idea of ford trying to do it first
OUGH. ford doing it and stan's first reaction is that its a joke and he just rolls his eyes and it feels like ford's heart just cracked. but he doesn't want to draw attention to it, so he plays along. but then stan obviously still picks up on SOMETHING being off, and maybe stan gets him like. chocolates or something idk.
heart shaped jellybeans? idk man dfjkndsj
but god yeah i want them to have a back and forth until its like. REALLY CLEAR ITS ROMANTIC but they're too chicken to say it bc what if they're wrong! maybe this is just a brotherly thing, yknow!
canNOT stop thinking abt gooner!ford. originally it was just the teen!ford edging over stan and now it’s spiraled entirely out of my control. fuck it i’ll give that old man a porn addiction (/sexy not /concerning) why not.
ford, despite being Old and Not In This Dimension For 30 Years, actually gets a hang of the internet fairly easily. he’s smart — esp w tech — and, honestly, it’s not like he’s never interacted with anything like the internet, ever. guy’s a dimension hopper.
however . as the song goes. the internet IS for porn. and he. uh. Quickly realizes this. and. oh. that’s… that’s a Lot of it. of a lot of different kinds. and oh wow what does “brocon” mean ford simply MUST… “research” this subject. it will go along great with his, ah, “research” on this “goon state” people talk about when you withhold orgasm while masturbating for an excessively long time. For Science, Of Course
pre-weirdmageddon bonus: ford edging while smelling stan’s dirty wifebeater and babbling to himself about how much of a gross slob stan is as if he ISN’T shoving his face in HIS BROTHER’S DIRTY SHIRT while dribbling precum everywhere
