NSFW OTP Writing Prompts— Specific Kinky Smut Scenarios
• Feeding a banana— Character A makes Character B sit perfectly still, eyes locked onto theirs as they slowly push a soft, sweet banana into their mouth. Character B isn’t allowed to bite down unless commanded to, and Character A has their fun slowly pushing the fruit back until the tip hits their throat, watching with perverted glee as Character B tries to hold back gags before pulling it out just as teasingly slow. They eventually tell Character B to start taking bites— small or big— and to slowly chew without breaking that delicious eye contact. Once the banana is finished, they share a flavorful, saccharine kiss, Character A licking into Character B's mouth hungrily.
• Licking up piss— Character A has been drinking and drunkenly accuses Character B of not being as loyal as they say they are— Character B insists they are, that they love them and would do anything for them, which prompts Character A’s lips to tug up in a smug, wicked smirk. Without saying a word, they slowly undo their bottoms, pushing them down enough to reveal their crotch— Still staying silent, their body tenses for just a moment before a powerful stream shoots from their cock/pussy, splashing onto the floor below as they keep unblinking eye contact with Character B. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of liquid hitting the hardwood, and Character B watches with a red, dumbfounded expression. Finally, once Character A’s bladder is empty, they let out a low purr— “Prove it,”— And goddamn it, Character B surely will.
• Face smothering with ass— Character B is lying flat on the ground with the back of their head held by Character A, their face forced up deep into their ass. Whether they are desperately licking away or just being smothered, Character A is above them spewing countless dirty things as they crudely grind down upon their face— "You fucking love this ass, don't you?" — "Suffocate, you fool," — "Clean that asshole, you dirty fuck," — "Do I taste good? Mmm, of course I do," — "Worship me, you filthy slut," — And Character B responds eagerly by picking up the pace in their frantic licking, and/or groaning/moaning/whining in response, their sounds lecherously muffled by that perfect swell of flesh. Character A shows absolutely no mercy, using Character B's face with vulgar, dominating determination, only allowing them to receive a small breath of air when absolutely necessary; Character B makes sure to thank Character A profusely for every graceful break.
• Flowers in the garden— Character A absolutely loves flowers, having a beautiful garden of many different types of flora that is their pride and joy. They make Character B get completely nude and lay down upon the bright green grass, whistling a peaceful tune as they go around plucking countless of flowers off the many bushes— Once done, they kneel before Character B and begin to delicately place the flowers around and over them in a gorgeous ensemble. After their masterpiece is complete, they stand up and take in the beauty of Character B with a smile that is wide and genuine; they then slowly make their way toward the watering can, filling it up with crisp water before making their way back, carefully pouring the water over Character B's entire body, head to toe, before setting the can down and taking another moment to admire them. The way the golden sun rays hit their glistening skin, along with the vibrant petals of all the flowers surrounding them, makes Character A's heart absolutely race; they are positively stunning. Character A removes their bottoms before positioning themselves over Character B, feet on each side of them, beginning to erotically touch themselves as they gaze down upon the beautiful display.
• Playing fetch with a dildo— Character A and Character B love to partake in pet play— Character B is completely nude other than a thick leather collar around their neck, sitting upon their knees in front of Character A, who is sitting upon the couch, loose and relaxed, a large silicone dildo in their hand. With a smug smirk, they run the tip of the toy along Character B's lips before giving their cheek a solid smack with the heavy silicone, followed by tossing it across the room, the thud of the phallus loud in the otherwise quiet atmosphere— "Fetch," Character A commands through their smirk, and Character B positions themselves on all fours before slowly crawling toward the toy, their hips swaying with every movement, their ass on full display. They lean down to capture the plastic cock in their mouth, holding it between their teeth awkwardly before turning around and crawling back over to Character A, who is watching with a sadistic, satisfied glint in their eyes. They reach their palm out for Character B to drop it, in which they do, sweetly praising them before throwing the toy once more, the action of retrieving and receiving repeating over and over again.
• Spanking then dry humping— Character B has been extremely naughty, and what other way to punish them than a good ol' fashioned spanking? They are bent over the bed, back arched and fingers gripping the comforter below tightly in anticipation— Character A has a blunt weapon of your choice— a paddle, a ruler, a thin old-school teacher's pointer stick, a kitchen ladle— They tease Character B's ass for a moment before starting the punishment, using their free hand to run their fingers along the shape of their ass, trailing up their back and the curve of their spine before teasing back down, giving their ass a good squeeze before getting into position— They raise the weapon high before sending it down with a powerful force against Character B's behind, relishing in the pathetic noise that rips from their throat. They repeat the action until they are satisfied, and seeing Character B as a red, sweaty, pitiful, whining mess sends a dark, vigorous jolt throughout their system— Character A suddenly throws themselves on top of Character B, wrapping their arms around their neck as they begin to shamelessly, frantically rut against their ass, their groin rubbing against the aching, burning welts, bringing a mix of pain and pleasure to Character B that makes their head fucking spin.
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"Come on, this isn't funny." "I'm not joking. It's locked."
"Is that the only tent we have?"
"There's only one bed." "Well, darlin', I'm not sleeping on the floor, so I guess we'll have to share."
"I'm your bodyguard. It's in the job description to protect you at all times." "Well, could you at least 'protect' me from over there?"
"You have got to be kidding me. I have to share a room with you."
"What do you mean there's only one sleeping bag? You had one job."
"Quit following me!" "I was hired to follow you, princess, better get used to it."
"What the hell is that noise?" "Uh, yeah, slight problem. We're out of gas."
"Where are you going? We're in the middle of nowhere!" "Yeah! And whose fault is that?"
"Look around, love. In case you hadn't noticed we're snowed in. So unless you plan to freeze to death, we'll have to find a way to keep each other warm."
"I may be stuck with you, but I don't have to like it."
"Is now a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?"
"Your heart's racing. Now, I know being pressed up against me is exhilerating and all, but I'm trying to concentrate on picking this lock."
"What are you? Afraid?"
"Uh. Slight problem. We're trapped."
"Well, which way, smartass?" "Uh. We might be lost."
dialogue prompts/sentence starters for (dark) smut writers. feel free to use these; credit not needed but appreciated! minors dni. tw for dark content (non/dubcon, cnc, stepcest and so on)
"It's too much? No, it's perfect."
"You think I'd let you get away twice?"
"Smile for the camera, baby."
"Do you wish it was [name] touching you instead?"
"You wouldn't be this wet/hard if you didn't want this."
"You can cum if I get to, how does that sound? It's only fair."
"This is wrong, you shouldn't be letting me do this."
"Look what you do to me."
"Get on your knees, baby. It's the least you could do after everything I've done for you."
"Just the tip, I promise."
"I haven't even started yet."
"I need this. Let me have this."
"Where do you think you're going?"
"This is all you're good for."
"Let me give you something to touch yourself to when I'm gone."
"Show them what I taught you."
"You think I wanted this?"
"If you don't stop squirming I'll have to tie you up."
"What should I do with you first?"
"You'll get it when I've decided you've earned it."
"It's supposed to hurt."
"I hate to do this, but you're giving me no choice."
"I'm sorry. You really don't deserve this."
"Let's give them a show."
"Beg for it."
"If we shouldn't be doing this... why does it feel so good?"
"I'll make it fit."
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I always know what's best for you, don't I?"
"It feels so much better than I imagined."
"What happened? You were begging for this five minutes ago."
"Shh. Go back to sleep."
"I'll be good, please..."
"You're awfully wet for someone who keeps complaining."
"Did I say you could stop?"
"Let them use you, baby. Show them what a good toy you are."
"Stop lying (to yourself)."
"Don't you want to feel good? You know you want to."
"I knew you'd be a good girl for me and take it... you got so messy on my fingers, I just had to do it. Doesn't my cock feel so much better?"
"I could touch you right now and no one would even notice."
"Did you miss me?"
"Baby, I'm sorry... I just couldn't wait."
"If I don't do this, someone else will."
"You're so pretty when you cry."
"Don't be silly. Of course you want that."
"You're such a slut for making me enjoy this."
"If you actually loved me you'd have done it without me having to ask first."
"Come on baby, be good for him. Open your mouth."
"If you want me to stop, then look me in the eye and lie convincingly."
"You'll take it because I said so."
"It's for your own good, doll. Don't be so ungrateful."
"Does he/she fuck you like this?"
"You don't remember last time? Here, let me show you."
"This is all your fault."
"Do you beg your girl/boyfriend for it like this?"
"We're going to have so much fun."
"Is this turning you on? That's disgusting."
"Sweetheart... you trust daddy more than you trust yourself. Don't you?"
"Apologize for making me do this to you."
"I promise I'll pull out." + "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." + "It won't make a difference now, just one more, yeah?"
"You're so fucked up for loving this."
"I'm not pushing you. I'm just removing the excuses."
"Put it back in."
"Even if they could hear you, no one would care."
"It'll feel better soon."
"Stop touching you? You don't really want that."
"Let them hear us. I want them to know you belong to me."
"There's something seriously wrong with you."
"See? I knew you wanted this."
"If you really loved me you'd let me do anything."
"It's kind of fucked up how wet you get when you pretend you don't want it."
"Aww, it's too big? Better get used to it then."
"You can only get off when I hurt you. It's pathetic."
"What would your girl/boyfriend think if they could see you like this?"
"You really thought I'd stop if you begged me to? Cute."
2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
3) fully clothed x stark naked
4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)
5) body worshipping
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
9) revenge sex
10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials
12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing
13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
14) library sex for those dark academia vibes
15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
18) a/b/o
19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
why the fuck do you care what harmless activities these people do with their personal objects in the privacy of their own bedrooms??? or do you seriously think we're like, going into a crowded build-a-bear and publicly yanking it in front of the 6 year olds or something because of course we don't fucking do that???
Thinking of pre-relationship Stancest on the sea, where Stan had been teasing Ford in this easy going way that had been driving Ford absolutely mad. Ford keeps trying to convince himself that Stan means it in a brotherly way, and that’s he’s the one with a filthy mind for imagining otherwise.
Inspired by and taken from convos/ideas I had with @inpermanences! If you're out there, this one's for you! <3
Just before the Summer, Stan ends up getting confronted by Mabel and Dipper's parents about the twins’ plans for after graduation. He kinda gets it. It's understandable, when you don't have a bond like he and Ford do with the kids. But Dipper and Mabel have wanted this for years, God knows how long he's spent talking about it with them over the phone or facetime or letters. And they're adults now! They could make their own decisions. Honestly, if the twins had decided to run off to The Stan O’ War II the minute they turned 18, Stan wasn't sure he'd have it in himself to stop them. Shermie's son and his wife should honestly be glad that their children stuck around to finish their senior year when Ford could have easily gotten them their degree while on the ship.
He appreciated their concern, of course. What parent wouldn't be a bit worried about their kids finally leaving home? But, they've got it all planned out! They've been looking forward to this for half a decade now, after all. Mabel and Dipper would enroll into online schooling for a university of their choice and live full-time on the Stan O’ War II while Ford doubles as a tutor. They'd get an incredible education, go on amazing adventures, and at the end of the day, they'll all pile into bed together to start it all over again. They'd be living the dream!
And it's not like Stan didn't understand the parents’ feelings. They were jealous, he was sure. And as much as Ford loved to insist otherwise, Stan had the decorum to not rub it in their faces. Because it made sense, didn't it? They were all near inseparable after Weirdmageddon. He and Ford loved Mabel and Dipper so much. They talked for hours every day. In fact, there wasn't a day that went by where they didn't communicate in some form. They sent each other good morning and good night messages. All he and Ford seemed to talk about outside of their adventures were their niblings and when they could finally welcome them aboard permanently. They're each other's favorite people. Nobody understood their bond but them. Nobody loved each other like they did. And for that reason, perhaps, it was understandable for the twins’ parents to be a bit wary.
But before he could assuage their fears with the old, patented Stanley Pines charm, they dropped the bomb on him. The idea that Mabel and Dipper could be… Taken advantage of. Taken advantage of by people they thought they could trust.
In that moment, an anger so hot and brilliant burnt inside Stanley that he was almost afraid it’s consume him from the inside-out and take everything around him down with it. How dare they? How dare they even think he or his brother would ever, ever do something to hurt the twins? After everything they've been through, everything they've sacrificed. Didn't they understand how much he loved them, how much they loved him back, how they–
Stan's anger fizzled out as the puzzle pieces clicked together in his head.
When Mabel and Dipper would first visit the Stan O’ War, they all made the collective decision to just sleep in the one bed they had on the tiny ship. It made sense, and it was normal. Nothing wrong with the older Pines twins sleeping in the same bed with their young niece and nephew. It just made sense. It was practical. What didn't make sense was that when he and Ford returned to Gravity Falls and the twins traveled down there for school vacation, they decided to continue sleeping in the same bed that Soos helped move up there, all piled together in the attic. He and Ford could have slept anywhere else. Even if Melody, Soos, and Abuelita were taking up the rooms, they could have sleepovers in the basement or in the den. But they made the purposeful decision to sleep togeth- in the same bed. Upstairs. Alone.
It was weird. It was weird that, at some point, he and Ford decided to help sabotage any relationships Mabel had that Dipper deemed weren't good for her. What was weird was Mabel and Dipper seeming to forgo looking for any romantic partners after a while. It was weird that Mabel hung off all their arms, almost like a girlfriend. What was weird was how, sometime, during playwrights with Dipper, Stan's stomach would do a weird little flip when the boy was below him or managed to pin him down.
It had to be his fault. Who else could be blamed but Stanley? There were… There were words for people like him, for the shit he was pulling. He was so fucked up. He'd manipulated the kids and convinced Ford that it was all normal. Just like always, he was taking advantage of the people he loved for his own sick gain and didn't even have the awareness to realize it without a wake up call from the twins’ parents. God, he made himself sick. He ran from the conversation, tail between his legs, assuring them that he'd talk about it with them.
And to his credit, he did. He constantly repeated that if the twins wanted to back out, neither of their grunkles would take it personally. Whenever he asked about either of their potential romantic prospects, Mabel and Dipper just looked at him like he had two heads! Apparently it had gotten so bad they felt the need to sic Ford on him. Stan didn't tell his brother the truth, just asked if he felt like they were doing the right thing. Stanford only replied with a confused smile and the assurance that they were.
During their next shared stay in The Mystery Shack, Stan tried to keep his mind off of everything, but Mabel couldn't stop going on about how excited she was for a “sleepover” with her grunkles.
Stan didn't go to sleep with them that night. He kept saying he would, but excused it as being too lazy to get out of his recliner. He slept awful, but it was worth it to know he wasn't taking advantage of his family. The next night, though, was harder. At one point, Dipper had tried (tried being the key word) to wrestle him out of his chair and it shouldn't have made him as flustered as it did. Mabel kept begging and pleading, and it damn near broke his heart.
But what got him was Ford practically purring him in his ear, voice low and seductive and conjuring all sorts of fantasies to mind.
“Come to bed with us, Stanley.”
God forgive him, he had never risen to his feet so fast.
Thankfully, Stan had enough self restraint to not try anything funny. He barely got any sleep And he barely slept any night he was coaxed into bed by his family, plagued by fantasies of them all tied up in knots together. That was the only explanation as to why Stan had, entirely, totally completely by accident, kissed his brother in greeting not too long into their stay. Stan's only saving grace was that they were entirely alone when it happened. He froze up the moment he realized it was happening, and his perverted mind must have been playing tricks on him when he felt Ford lean in hungrily, kissing back–
Stan pushed him away. Ford tried to say something but Stan couldn't hear over his panic. He was already turning to scramble away when Ford nearly fully-body tackled him. Stan risked a glance backwards when he heard his brother land hard on the floor, only for Ford to immediately recover and rise to give chase. But Stan was already down the hall, racing down the stairs, heading for the front door. He heard Ford's voice call for their niblings, but he's already out the door. Already out the door, into his car, and screaming out into the dirt road leading into town.
He needed to get as far away from his family as possible. He needed to protect them from himself.
Stan's car ended up breaking down in front of Greasy's and he was trying not to break down in the bathroom. It's been so long since he's felt this fucked up. Having a cute little crush on his twin as a stupid kid or teen was one thing. This was so much worse. He was a grown ass man, feeling this shit for Ford and having the wrong kind of love for his nephew and niece.
It was funny, in a sick, sad way, that what he wanted most was the comfort of his family now. God, what was wrong with him? He ruined everything. He was a danger to them. What was he thinking?! KISSING his brother? Like it was normal, natural, like it felt right. (Never mind that it felt like Ford was kissing back, but no, he couldn't have, it was a trick he was playing on himself- or, oh God, even worse, he made Ford feel like he had to.) Stan couldn't help himself, could he? All these thoughts he'd had of Ford, of Mabel, of Dipper. Reading too deep into their actions and what they said. He didn't have enough willpower to fight off his perverse thoughts. He was dangerous. He was dangerous and he needed to stay away.
It'd be better for everyone if he were gone for good. If he just drove off a ditch and-
It was only then that Stan was aware of his phone's incessant vibrating. Stupid thing. He'd only gotten it to keep frequent contact with his family. Fishing it out, Stan was hit with another wave of guilt. Countless missed calls and texts from the people he loved most. He really should have just broken or tossed the damn thing, but seeing the notifications and messages made him hold the phone like a precious treasure.
Pumpkin (6 Missed Calls): GRUNKLE STAN WHERE ARE YOU??? you cant just run off like that!! what if s….
Dippy (5 Missed Calls): Stan, are you okay?? You're really freaking us out, we're worried about you. Call m…
Sixer (12 Missed Calls): Stanley, please answer. I'm far from upset. Just tell us where you are and we'll…
Staring at his lockscreen, he let the text and voice-mail notifications stream down his screen. He even got a text from Sops and Wendy, letting him know that they and his family were more than concerned. He should have just blocked their numbers and tried to hitch his way down to Mexico or the nearest cliff. Here he was again, screwing shit up again and running away from his problems.
He opened his phone and found himself scrolling through his saved photos. Photos of Mabel, dancing and smiling and dressed up in silly outfits. Of Dipper winning karaoke competitions and smiling shyly at the camera. Of Ford fighting sea monsters or too wrapped up in his nerdy research to notice the camera was on him. Pictures of the twins with prizes their Grunkles had won for them. One with Ford holding the younger twins’ hands. And then there were the more intimate ones – his family laying in bed, cuddled up together. So many cheek and forehead kisses. One of them all dining outside at some restaurant, arms around one another as the setting sun turns the skies into pastel oranges and pinks.
It tore him apart. So many memories that were so wonderful, where he felt so much love and so loved, were now ruined. All because of him.
Just as Stan started searching for a car to hot wire, Soos’ truck came swerving into the parking lot of Greasy's Diner. In the back of Stan's mind, he wondered if Ford really did have a tracker on him. It was almost too sudden for Stanley to react. Mabel, Dipper, and Ford all pile out of the truck and rush for him.
Mabel reached Stan first, colliding with him in a hug so powerful he was nearly knocked over. Then, Dipper, with nearly just as much strength. Both seemed to almost melt into him, both arms wrapped tight around his back. Finally, Ford. Coming up from behind both the younger twins as he embraced Stanley, snuggling them in between him and his brother. Even Soos comes in for a hug on the opposite side.
Ford shielded Stan from any onlookers. He insisted that he'll explain when they get home. Mabel and Dipper took him by either arm and he couldn't find it in him to resist them as they climbed into the car with him… Or when they cuddled up on either side of him on the drive back to the Shack. Holding his hand, resting their head on his shoulder… Asking what happened, why he left if he was okay, if it was something they did.
Ford watched them through the rear view mirror the entire time.
Stan felt like his life was over, even as they all led him back inside The Shack. Soos acted like a mother hen over him, but Stan couldn't bear it. He doesn't deserve to be worried about. Ford had to assure Soos that they'll take care of Stan and make sure he's okay. As Mabel and Dipper lead Stan upstairs to the bedroom, he heard Ford tell Soos that his memory was still a bit faulty. If he acted off or said things that seem strange, it's just a product of that. It made him burn with shame. Did Ford really believe that?
His niblings guided him to the bed - their bed in their bedroom – he couldn't stop himself from apologizing, from saying how sorry he was. But they didn't seem to think he'd done anything wrong, shushing him and trying to cuddle him. It only got worse when he realized Ford was watching in the doorway and Stan somehow felt even sicker. It all came pouring out of his mouth, how he screwed it all up again, he was sick, a sick bastard who–
Ford shut him up with a kiss. The younger set of twins immediately hyped him up. Mabel squealed with excitement over how cute they were.
“Finally!” Dipper's grin nearly splits his face.
Stan pushed Ford away (no matter how much he wanted to reciprocate), sputtering out something unintelligent before his lips were then claimed by Dipper. Stan's eyes were as wide as saucers. His hands found their way to the younger man's shoulders and linger for longer than they should before pushing him back, too. And then finally, Mabel pulled him in for a kiss and Stan whined.
He's tired of feeling guilty, he's tired of feeling like a monster, he's tired of fighting back, it's all so hard. It's too much, he couldn't anymore-
And then Ford leaned back in, right in Stan's ear. “Just give in to us, Stanley.”
And he did. He nearly started crying when he embraced Mabel, kissing her back. The other two were instantly on him. Smothering him with kisses, on his face, his neck, his shoulders. Mabel pulled back to mouth at his chest. Stan was so overwhelmed and they're all on top of him, everywhere at once, hungry and almost devouring him. He hated how he felt so loved, he hated that it felt so wrong, and he hated how it felt so right. But what he hated most is how much he loved it.
He was practically shaking in the warm embrace of his family. His breath hitched as he felt all six fingers of Ford's hands roam over his stomach. Old insecurities rose up from the back of his mind, making him flinch and trying to pull away, but this only seemed to embolden Ford as he groped and squeezed.
Dipper's hand found the side of Stan's face, turning the older man's attention to him. There was something hungry in his eyes, something that sent a wave of warmth rolling through Stan's gut, before Dipper seals his mouth over Stan's and sticks a tongue into his mouth, running over his dentures.
Mabel broke them apart with a pout. “Dipper! You can't just hog Grunkle Stan all to yourself!”
“I'm not,” Dipper argued. “I've wanted to kiss him just as long as you!”
Stan's head was spinning. He tried to focus on thinking straight and getting air into his lungs, but the way Ford was spreading his legs and nipping at his neck was making it harder than it ought to be.
Mabel suddenly grabbed at Stan's jaw with both hands, turning him to face her. Her face was filled with an unusual seriousness for a moment, staring straight into him, before she's suddenly all bright and beaming, smiling giddily. “My turn!”
She tasted like a kaleidoscope of fruity chapstick flavors – cherries and watermelons and apple pie. He half-expected it to be forceful and deep, but it was more akin to a gentle caress to his lips. Their noses booped together just so and Stan's breath hitched as he began to cry, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to curl in on himself.
“Grunkle Stan, no, no, hey, don't cry,” Mabel's voice was soft, her hands grasping either side of his face. “You're okay, everything's okay now.”
Stan couldn't reply. His throat closed up and he held back sobs. Ford pressed bruising kisses to his neck, hands running up and down Stanley's thighs. He didn't dare look, even when another hand found its way into his hair, carding and brushing through his graying locks, almost petting him. Another pair of lips pressed against one side of his cheek.
Mabel pleaded with him. “Grunkle Stan, c'mon, look at me.”
As if he could ever deny her anything. When Stan opened his eyes, the look in Mabel's face was a punch to the gut. So much concern, so much love, so much compassion. All for him. All for someone as sick as him. He'd corrupted them. There was no other explanation in his mind.
Hands still on either of his cheeks, Mabel wiped away Stan's tears with her thumbs before leaning in to press kisses at the tear marks.
“We're doing this because we love you,” Mabel said. “You know that, right?”
He didn't deserve it. Another whine forced its way out of Stan. The word ‘stop’ sits at the tip of his tongue, but he was too weak to say it, too weak to fight back now. He didn't want/ it to stop.
Mabel kissed him again, still just as soft and sweet but this time it sears into him. She clutched the fabric of his shirt to pull him impossibly closer. Stan jolts when Ford's large hands grasped at his clothed erection and squeezed. He gasped, and Mabel took the opportunity to slip her tongue inside, deepening the kiss.
Mabel tasted so sweet on his tongue and she's everywhere, and so was Dipper and Ford, and it's too much. It's too much all at once. Hands on his face, running through his hair, balling up the fabric of his shirt, palming at his erection. Stan trembled, barely able to think. Blood pounding in his ears, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his heart beat a thousand miles a minute. A haze fell over his mind, clouding his judgment.
“Alright, alright, time's up,” Dipper's hands found their way back to Stanley's jaw. “And you say I'm hogging him.”
“Boo!” But there's no genuine anger in Mabel's voice, and her bright smile remained.
Stan tried to use the opportunity to breathe, to get some air back into his lungs and get his brain oxygenated enough to think straight again, but Dipper's lips were already back on his. They haven't even done anything yet, and he already feels fucked out. Stan, weakly, allowed his mouth to fall open to allow his nephew inside. His hands found their way to Dipper's sides, holding him and squeezing gently. He's solid around the middle, but not nearly as wide as Stan or Ford. Perfect to hold.
Mabel, noticing Ford's hands clutching at Stan's stomach, made the executive decision to pull up Stan's shirt.
“I don't why you feel like you have to hide your tummy, it's so cute!” She beamed, leaning over to pepper kisses across her grunkle's stomach.
Stanley whined into Dipper's mouth and bucked against Ford's hand, still stroking him through his pants.
“That's it, Stanley,” Ford praises. “Such a good boy for us.”
God, he was gonna start crying again if they kept this up.
Ford let go of Stan's cock and took a seat behind Mabel, letting her slip downward onto his lap. Ford chuckled and took the opportunity to brush her hair aside and nip at her neck.
“Dibs on sucking Grunkle Stan's dick!”
Stan swore his heart stopped for a moment. There was too much blood rising up to his cheeks and ears and chest and all the way down to his crotch. A bit of clarity rose up from the foggy, lustful haze of his mind and he raised a shaky hand to push her away – from this, from him – but Dipper's hand gently curled around his wrist, placing a large hand against the younger man's stomach.
Stan turned to look into his nephew's eyes, finding him looking back through lidded eyes.
“Grunkle Stan,” he all but whined. “Need you so bad. Need you really, really bad.”
The flush on Stan's face stretched all the way down to his chest at Dipper's words. Dipper needed him. Something about that word flips a switch in Stan’s brain. His tongue was heavy in his cotton dry mouth. His eyes had fallen to half-mast. His cock twitched (and Mabel was pulling down his pants, pulling down his boxers-), and he found himself leaning closer to his nephew.
“Please,” Dipper begged.
Biting his lip, Stan slowly began to nod. His nephew needed him and he couldn't just leave him wanting.
“Wh- where d’ya need me, kid? Huh?”
Guiding Stan's hand down, Dipper cupped it against his hard, clothed cock. He whined again. “Here.”
Stan felt the heat beneath Dipper's boxers, and he slowly squeezed. A soft groan escaped the older man when Dipper bucks into his hand. The younger man’s hands balled into fists at his sides, twisting into the fabric of his sleep shorts. God, he was too cute for his own good.
A sharp whine escaped Stan as Mabel presses a kiss to the head of Stan's cock. Stan throbbed, his hips stuttering. A bead of precum pooled at his cockhead. He's so sensitive, he hadn't been touched by anyone in so long. And the fact that Mabel was the one mouthing at his cock...
“Aw, Grunkle Stan, you're already leaking,” She teased. “I guess I'm just that good.”
“I'm jealous,” Ford hummed against Mabel's neck, making her giggle.
Stan's eyes suddenly widened, a gasp escaping him as he watched Ford's fingers disappear under Mabel's skirt. Warm, heady lust like magma in his veins immediately chilled to ice, his entire body locking up in shock. He was– Ford was going to–! No, no, no, what the fuck was Stan doing? it's just like their parents said, he was taking advantage of them! God, no, no, he was going to be sick, this shouldn’t be happening. This couldn't be happening! Ford wouldn't– no, he'd never, not in his right mind, no. This– this was all his fault, wasn't it? Fucking grooming the twins, making Ford think it's normal! God, he always did this, always hurt everyone he loved. He was such a fucked up freak, disgusting, he should've died on the streets, he should be dead, his family would be better off without him…
“Hey, Stan, stay with me here.” Dipper's fingers laced around Stan's jaw, turning him to face his nephew again. Dipper made his face into a pout, the cadence of his voice taking on a needy, coy tone. “Need you, remember?”
Dipper rolled his hips invitingly, and Stan melted. Mind falling back into a foggy haze, he grabbed at Dipper's hips with shaky hands. A whine ripped from his throat, feeling Mabel kiss and lick at his cock. He pulled Dipper's hips closer, positioning him so that he was facing his great nephew's clothed bulge.
“Ya need me, h- huh?” Stan licked his lips and leaned closer. “Need me right here?”
“Please!” Dipper begged.
The younger man's fingers carded through and gripped at Stan's hair. A gasp was almost punched out of Stan, and then, his body locked up with pleasure. His whole body shook as Mabel's warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a breathy sigh. He trembled, keeping himself from bucking into Mabel's mouth but God, she felt so fucking good, so fucking warm, such a good girl, such a good girl for him.
Stanley let out another whine, burying his face against the front of Dipper's pants and nuzzling at his bulge. God, Dipper's so hard. He felt so big, too. And Stan was feeling so, so good right now. Better than he had in such a long time. And Stan wanted him. Stan wanted all of them. He loved them – so much, too much. He wanted to make his nephew, his neice, his brother, all of them feel so fucking good. And fuck, fuckfuckfuck, he couldn't stop himself.
Before he could even think, his hands are fumbling to pull down Dipper's shorts, then boxers, and Dipper's hissing when cool air hits his hard dick. And Stan was all over him, sloppily sucking and licking at his cock, taking him in his mouth and deepthroating him, until Stan's nose was brushing against Dipper's pubic hair.
“Whoa, Grunkle Stan,” Mabel exclaimed, pulling off her Grunkle's cock. “Do you not have a gag reflex?”
Stan hummed in response. He dared a glance up at his nephew. Dipper's entire body was locked up in pleasure, eyebrows scrunched and mouth stuck in the shape of an O. He wondered if Dipper had any experience before this. A feeling of sickening revulsion overcame him at the thought that Dipper's first time would be with him. It's quickly replaced by a wave of arousal at the thought that Dipper's first time would be with him.
His cock twitched in Mabel's hold again. She captured his attention once more as she let out a cry of pleasure. Stan’s eyes widened as he noticed that Ford had slipped inside of their niece. She was so wet she hadn't needed any preparation, just slipping his cock inside her and thrusting up into her pussy. With his free hand, Ford rubbed and pinched at her clit and it looked like it took everything in Mabel not to scream. Stan and his brother locked eyes and the look of pure satisfaction, of lust, of love, it's too much for Stan. He nearly came just from that.
He screwed his eyes shut, putting all of his focus into sucking and twisting his tongue around Dipper's dick. He felt the boy twisting a hand into his hair. He heard how Mabel moaned and whined on her great uncle’s cock until she's enveloping Stan back into her warm, wet mouth and sending spasms of pleasure with every muffled moan. He heard how Ford praised their niece, calling her their good. Because she was. Their good, good girl. Both of them were so good. Making them feel so good, so loved. God, he loved them so much. A whine bubbled up from Stan's throat, suddenly gripping at Dipper's backside, trying to pull him impossibly closer. He needed Dipper to cum down his throat.
Mabel reached her peak first. Her entire body locked up with pleasure and whining around Stan's dick and making him buck his hips, but what sent him hurtling over the edge was Dipper spilling into his mouth with a cry. Stan savored the taste of him on his tongue. His entire body arched, tight as a bow string as he shook through his orgasm, before sinking deeply back onto the mattress.
Ford pulled out of their niece and shuffled over to Stan, furiously pumping at his dick and before Stan even realized what was happening, Ford was cumming all over his face.
Stan panted heavily, too tired and wrecked to even wipe his face. He let his eyes fall closed. Thankfully, not long after, there was someone wiping something cold and damp against his messy, sweaty face. There was a soothing hand running through his hair. A tall, lithe body slotted itself against his side, wrapping around him. A smaller body nestled against his front and buried her face into his chest. On his other side was a familiar body curling an arm around his waist. Their stubble brushed against one another as he nuzzled Stan's face. He was practically assaulted by praise just as much as he was affection.
“We love you so much.”
“We've wanted you for so long.”
“No one could make us feel as good as you do.”
Panic and guilt threatened to break the surface of his mind, but that could come later. For now, Stan let himself sink deep into the realm of dreams, feeling secure in that he was with the three people he loved most in the world, feeling more loved than he'd had in a long, long time.
horny time! pinesot4 scenario (dip&mab are 16) starts with dipford getting caught by stan & stanbel's already a thing but end up YKNOW. THE USUAL. SWAPSIES! standip AND fordbel by the end ;)
dipford where they're alone for the next three days because Stan and Mabel are taking a roadtrip witch is totally non-suspicious to both Dipper and Ford because they trust their siblings.
They're in Ford's room, naturally, softly kissing, so giddy that they get to be their nerdy selves with just one another, so confident that Stan and Mabel were already on the road. Even though it had only been nearly twenty minutes since their 'departure'.
Next thing Ford realizes is that the door to his room, that he's making out with his great-nephew in is, audibly shuts to his senses. He might not have heard it open, but he did hear it close and panic to a degree that he pulls away so fast that he manages to get a glimpse of a larger frame before it shuts.
Dipper obviously heard it shut too, and starts to panic even harder. "What was- someone just saw us!" His breathing increased noticeably, so Ford started rubbing his shoulders to try and give him a sense of comfort.
"It's alright, I think I know who it was. And if so, I'll take the punishment."
It doesn't make Dipper feel better in the slightest.
-
Meanwhile, Stan had only came back because the two had stopped at a gas station and realized he forgot his orthopedic back pillow, finding it quickly from his own room. He wanted to stop by Ford's room to remind him not to burn the house down, but quickly caught sight of the sight before him. Ford, his twin, with Dipper, his nephew, in his lap and faces pressed together softly by the lips.
The only reason he didn't charge in and make a fuss would be that he's be the world's biggest hypocrite, and he'd know it the moment he did it. So, he did the only reasonable thing he could do, being to stare for a few seconds to process and then exit as quietly as he could.
Once he was back in the car with Mabel, he didn't say a word about it. Because how could he? Stan already felt bad having this certain type of relationship with her, especially because it's charged with sexual tension, so he could imagine wanting the same privacy from his twin's perspective especially. Stan thinks the worst, most pathetic part of seeing that was being jealous. He had been Mabel's first for her first intimate experiences, specifically mouth stuff, and had that fleeting desire to be that for Dipper too.
Clearly, that wasn't the case. And how could Stan compete with Ford in Dipper's eyes anyways? He couldn't, not that he thought. They were older now, sixteen was still so young in Stan's eyes. Still, it brings up the question of whether or not Dipper knowing what his sister was doing while doing the same sorts of things.
"Mabel, Sweetie, can I ask a few questions without it seeming weird? While keeping it private?" Stan asks genuinely.
"Of course! You know I'm practically an open book." Mabel cheerily replies.
"You haven't told your brother what we get up to, right?"
"No." She simply says, picking up on the serious tone through his voice.
"Alright, do you uh, know if he's seeing someone?" He knows how it sounds objectively, but he found it necessary to find out how much of a secret that was. If Dipper's keeping a secret from his sister, he either feels guilty or was explicitly told not to. And between those, he'd rather have the former.
"Heh, yeah, if he were, he'd tell me." Her confidence sounds slightly broken, because she feels like a hypocrite too in that regard.
"Right. Thanks, Pumpkin." He replies, squeezing her thigh and making her giggle.
Their three day vacation went great. They both got pedicures and manicures, per Mabel's request. Still, even while trying not to think about what's going on at home irked him for a reason he couldn't quite place yet. He thinks it isn't jealousy.
-
It's as normal as it can be when Ford and Dipper greet them on their return. From Stan's perspective, it's like Ford is tense and of course he's going to notice out of all people. They're twins. And he's been around Dipper long enough to know when he's anxious about something.
They go about their business until Stan catches Ford alone in his room finally. He makes the locking sound on the door handle very obvious after he enters, a serious look on his face.
Ford immediately knew it had been him, because Stan wouldn't lock them in together for no reason. He takes a deep breath and greets him with the nervousness of diffusing a bomb as he reads through an old textbook, "Hello, Stanley. May I help you?"
"Uh, yeah, had a few questions for you, if you don't mind."
Ford watches from the corner of his eye as Stan sits quite close to him. He responds, "Hopefully none about my alleged 'space conquests' this time."
"No, an Earth one," Stan firmly says, "I uh, wanted to know how long you and our nephew have been fooling around for."
His heart rate is through the roof, Ford's panicking in his head yet Stan doesn't seem... angry? As he should be, but isn't. His twin is simply gazing at the floor in contemplation.
"I saw you, so don't even think about lying."
Ten seconds of Ford's own brain churning over whether he should tell the truth or not passes, before he says, "A month ago. Although I'm concerned as to why you're not furious with me."
Stan wipes his face with a hand and sighs, responding, "I wouldn't be any better."
A few seconds pass of Ford taking in that statement before Stan's asking his next question, "Does he know about me and Mabel?"
It makes sense now. "No, he hasn't had a suspicion to that. Although he finds himself jealous of her position in your life sometimes."
"What have you two done together, like that?" Stan curiously asks.
"Only hands on touching and fellatio."
Somehow, Ford can tell that Stan seemed oddly relieved by that statement, much to his own confusion.
"May I ask how long you and Mabel-"
Stan interrupts him and spits out, "Last year."
"Right, and-"
"Same thing, Sixer. Hands and mouths. And if you dare think about putting your cock in him before I do, I'm sticking a cactus up your ass." His serious tone echoes across the room.
"Understood. You shouldn't keep your desire for him hidden, though," Ford turns his head away, appearing almost embarrassed.
"Why's that?" Stan asks, folding his arms over his chest.
"He looks up to you more than he does me. Sometimes I even- well, never mind."
"No, what? Sometimes you what?"
Ford's flushing a light pink now. "S-Sometimes I indulge his desire to be please by you." It's short and fast, and Stan's not entirely sure he heard that right.
"Is that right... he asks you to pretend to be me?"
A few seconds of Ford fidgeting with a page in his hand leaves him saying, "Yes."
"Huh. Y'know, Mabel's asked me to do that a few times." Stan's entertained by the way he sits up straight at the thought of such a pretty young girl wanting him.
"Is that so?" He says, a little breathless and disbelieving.
"Yeah, Poindexter. Hey, I got a funny idea. Why don't we do a swap tomorrow night, I'll mention it to her if you're interested, that is."
"Certainly, I would like to spend time with her," Ford awkwardly spouts out, then saying, "How should I bring this up to Dipper? That you'd want to, um-"
Stan interrupts his failed attempt at being subtle. "I'll see how Dipper feels about getting some direct attention."
"Alright."
Uncrossing his arms, Stan leans forward pointedly, staring his brother down with an intensity that the other can't quite place. "And Sixer?"
"Yes, Stanley?"
"Don't ever keep something like that from me again, got it? I don't want any more secrets between us. Especially if we're doin' this."
"Yeah, Grunkle Stan?" Dipper rounds the corner, almost bumping into the large frame of his uncle.
"Of course."
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The next day, Stan's already mentioned the plan to Mabel. She's excited but she's been told to wait until after dinner to go to Ford's room. About midday, Stan catches Dipper walking down the hallway and back up the stairs before he calls out to him.
"You're in trouble, go to my room."
He frowns. "What am I in trouble for? I didn't do anything-"
"Sure you didn't. Now get going." Stan commands back, he's not taking no for an answer.
"Wait- Did you say your room?" Dipper's face is confused yet concentrated on figuring out the mystery of what he did wrong. Stan can hardly handle another second glaring down at that cute expression.
Dipper's turned around by the shoulders and pushed by Stan to get him moving. His hearts racing now, because the only thing he could be in trouble for, shouldn't be his punishment.
They're there soon enough, his great uncle shutting the door sounds too loud as panic courses through his veins. Stan turns around, and walks towards him too quickly. Dipper doesn't know what to do as he watches, because Stan would never hurt him, right?
Whatever thoughts Dipper has fades away when his uncle's strong hands are cupping his jaw and his head's being tilted up, Stan's firm lips pressing into his. It's for an extended length of time, to confirm to Dipper's senses that it is in fact real. And happening.
Stan has to pull back to let him breathe, Dipper lightly pants as he gazes up at him in wonder. His hands have found a place on his broad chest. There's a surge of confidence within him, and he leans up to kiss Stan again. To make sure it was real, of course.
This time, it's more intense as it happens again and again. Eventually, their tongues meet to roll over the other's softly. It's quickly ended with Stan cupping the back of his head with a hand and twisting his tongue around the younger's, moaning when he feels the hands clench up in his tank top.
Pulling back, Dipper pants hard this time. Stan lets him recover before saying.
"You should've came to me first, kid."
Dipper's eyes light up with knowing that he'd been caught. Then he felt guilty. "I'm sorry, I just thought he'd understand how weird I felt about it-"
"Yeah, but I know about weird, too. I grew up with the guy, y'know."
"So you were jealous, huh?"
His mouth is overtaken again, heavy and wet tongue skillfully leaving him dizzy quickly. Stan pulls back again, lowly saying in his ear, "Since you had to be a brat you can wait until after dinner for what I had planned for you."
"What- what was..."
"You'll find out later."
-
Later, Dipper ends up on his knees at the foot of Stan's bed, with his mouth full of his great uncle's cock and a heavy hand in his curls to encourage him.
In Ford's room, he's got three fingers inside Mabel with a hand on her breast, making her moan loudly with his fingers.
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