🔞➕ [26] darius' GF freak blog (hardcore stancest fan); au's, angst, even more ships in pinned, general character appreciation 🌟 find more twitter @gravity_darius & bsky @darius-shack & ao3: Night_Falls
pinned post intro celebrating 100 followers and 1,000 posts! welcome to darius-shack; fic, art, theories, with a focus on ships. this is an adult blog, no minors, only for other freaky adults. i cannot stress that enough. [my likes on posts will come from tmig200, don't be alarmed, that's my main!]
i love stancest, pinecest, pinesot4 and all combinations as such! im alright with b8llf0rd, im okay with f1ddauth. as you can guess my preference lies with incest.
my writing tag is dariuswrites, anons i answer are under dariusspeaks, any nsft and ship is tagged accordingly.
my links: Night_Falls on ao3, gravity_darius on twitter & darius-shack on bsky
my kinks + squicks under the cut:
top kinks & things I like in order: breeding, pregnancy/mpreg, labor/crowning, whump, incest, oviposition/tentacles, alien fucking, dubcon/noncon roleplays, age gap, recreational drug usage, bondage, voyeurism/exhibitionism, ect.
if it's not on the squick list it's fair game! including piss.
squicks/hard limits: scat, vomit, zoophilia (monster fucking is still on the table), extreme ageplay, sexual coercion, revoked consent.
on the general fiction hand, age regression is nice. love that shit. so is first kisses. im a sucker for getting together tropes. my fave stans are the grunkles at sea.
Fiddleford doesn't understand Ford HAS to let his sweet little brother rut against his thigh in the morning it calms him DOWN. he has to let Stan suckle on his neck and his tits and call ford Mama when he's half asleep. That's his BABY BOY Fiddleford just doesn't GET IT
thats HIS baby brother, Fidds!! you wouldnt underSTAND!!!!!!
Fanart for the work In Between by @aurrsky2 (my deductive detective skills found you, ajhsjashsa)
I’m still impressed by aurrsky’s vivid descriptions. I could literally see the picture in my head. I really wanted to bring it to life, and today I finally finished it, ehehe. So I hope you like it <3
Ur cute little feedee Ford has me feeling like fucking insane and got my peepee exploding everywhereeeee..... Just God ugh I dunno I was thinkin about writing a ficlet inspired but I've never written stancest before .... The idea of Stan being Ford's softhearted lover boy and their love helping Ford to embrace softness in his life, like comforts and pleasures he denied himself all his life... But also softness in himself... And maybe both of these combined if he derives pleasure from getting fat... Especially if it's Stan that he lets push delicious fattening food past his lips. Plus big tummy kisses. AGH I NEED BIG STUFFED FAT BELLY TUMMY KISSES!!! AHHH
THANK YOUUU if u ever do write one please show me PRETTY PRETTY PLEASESS i think ford being a lil softy is sooooo cutes and stan should give him one william tummy kisses mwahmwahmwah
bonus gross old men sharing a donut bc sharing is caring <3
light scent kink drabble! est. relationship stancest.
Fresh salty air wafted in from the crease of the door on their vessel, so close to having less humid air accost his nostrils. Ford tapped his foot louder and louder, waiting for Stan to be done changing.
A hard groan from the other room, and Stan darted in shirtless carrying yesterday's old shirt. "Are you about ready? I've been waiting for twenty minutes."
"Yeah, yeah." He's looking for something as he threw the shirt at Ford, landing directly on his face and over his head. "Lookin' for a less sweaty shirt."
It hit him instantly, vision covered by red fabric. Ford heard his footsteps leave to the bedroom, alone with the intensely sweaty smell he can't help but love and ache over. It goes straight to his groin, getting all the stink of two hard working days. He can pinpoint exactly which two pheromones overwhelm his brain, pressing it further into his face with both palms and bunching it under his fingers. Huffing the intensity in through his nose, the best spot for the scent isn't in the pits this time. No, it's on his back where there's a huge darkened stain on the red t-shirt.
Thirty seconds of Stan's lingering essence is not enough. The shirt's abandoned as he stood quickly, Ford making for the bedroom in haste.
Stan idled through the closet when Ford's footsteps come up behind him. Then his hands grip over his hips hard and pull back, bumping against his twin's fitter frame and obvious hard on. The mouth on his neck is instantly marking hickeys and causing Stan's legs to tremble. "You missed me that much, couldn't wait for tonight, huh?" Is said more as a fact of life and not a question, which is true.
A rumbled hum came from behind, and suddenly Stan's getting bent over the side of the bed forcefully. "You can't temp me with you smell and not expect this so soon." His shirt's yanked up his back and pants pulled around his knees in seconds, Ford's hands rubbing at his ass and lower back to get him to relax. It was his smell? What did- Oh, his sweaty tshirt he threw on him. Those talented fingers palmed over the plug sitting inside him, slipping it out with slow precision.
"Wait a second, you smelled my sweat and got hard?" Stan asked giddily, but was met with his warm cock smacking his hole.
"Yes." Ford carelessly applied lube to both of them, getting back at him preemptively for what's coming.
"Fuck, that's really- hmmm, sweet. You're such a- a nerd for that type of thing, aren't you? Pheromones or whatever?" Stan wiggled his hips as his brother dragged his cock away and twisted two digits into him, writhing as his prostate's attacked with hard presses and circular rubs. "C'mon, Poindexter," In a breathless pant, he continued, "Put that big brain to work and screw me already."
The tip dragged around his hole to spread the lube, clenching at what breach would come. It didn't, not yet. "Maybe I should take my time, since you took so long anyway."
Stan was already half mast, face flushing at being face down. "Sh-shit," He know's his brother, what's he waiting for? Some mental stimulation, most likely. And that, he can dish out. "Alright, might as well get a whiff while you're back there, dork."
Growling, Ford plunged the tip in, then bent over to shove his face against the rolls of lightly damp skin. It's like a drug, the way Stan's smell made his head spin. Angling his hips right, he pumped into him with an abandon as Ford lost himself in the tightness around his cock.
"Aaah, ah, fuck!" The sudden speed is unexpected, but damn is it good. Stan liked the occasional rough romp, and this was bordering on it with the light sting. He can feel Ford breathing hard against him over all of the rutting, "Hah, yeeeah, trying to memorize my sweat for later, gorgeous? Damn, I bet you have a chemical list of your favorite scents out of me, don't you, smart guy?"
Ford instantly exclaimed out a groan behind him, hands gripping his hips strongly. Stan felt his hole fill and drip out, and somehow Ford wasn't stopping. One of those rare times where he can go multiple times without an aid of sorts, so Stan rocked back against him, pleased he could make his partner reach his height too soon. With how this is going, Stan's on his way there too. "Good boy, usin' my hole for all it's worth-" Ford pounds his prostate faster, Stan panting before he's begging, "Ford, Ford, Ford-"
It's much sooner than Stan expected too, but his stomach's hot and twisting and he groaned hard. It hit him with force, shaking his frame and groaning loud. Only then does his brother slow down, letting out small grunts of overstimulation.
After a moment of panting and evening out their breaths, both sigh at the same time and get a chuckle out of it. Ford pulled out and flopped onto the bed next to him, firmly wrapping an arm around Stan's middle to half hold him.
The only thing Stan could think to say was, "I'll make sure to save my sweaty underwear for ya," to which Ford twisted his nipple a little too hard.
I think it would be neat if Filbrick saw a lot of himself in Stan, which is why he was so tough on him. Like, Filbrick used to be the meathead teenager doing dumb shit until probably war, the great depression, and other serious PTSD shit lead to him creating a harsh exterior.
But more importantly, I think Filbrick saw the incest in Stan's eyes toward Ford because he was exactly the same way with his brother. And of course the hatred and shame of his own actions and how they have obviously been inherited down to his son fucks with him hard.
He won't say a word, he won't make the first move. But he knows it's coming. He knows every trick that Stan thinks he's getting away with. The shared quarters, the prolonged wrestling, the constant attachment, the brief moments of affection. It makes Filbrick sick knowing he was once like that, following his own big brother like a dog on a leash.
The issue is that he didn't realize that Ford also inherited the desire until it had obviously gone on for far too long. Ford was their family's claim to fame and fortune and if he were to destroy one relationship to perserve that, it would be with himself Stan.
That bag was packed for a seperate reason all together. Stan just facilitated a new cause.
I was obsessed with that post. Time to close my gestalt!!!! I'm taking exams and I'm thinking about how much they love each other!!
That's why I decided to calm down my horny mood this way! Enjoy, guys.... Thank you for anon messages. I'll answer everything later, right now I'm very tired to communicate :'''((((
The end, lol
I wanted to post it on AO3, but I haven't figured out how to throw pics there yet. I want to sleep now, not deal with this.. heh
I need more Sugar Baby Ford and Sugar Daddy Stan except Ford is the only one who recognizes the dynamic and never wants to tell Stan.
I feel like a younger Ford would have fantasied about having financial power over Stan for his sexual fantasies. Making Stan his sugar baby, treating him right, getting all the perks and benefits of having someone on his arm like that. The fact that it would take him forever to climax while thinking about that dynamic was irrelevant. He just believed he was a perfectionist and if the scenario wasn't right in his head than he couldn't cum.
Cut to the present where Ford has no income and all of their adventures are being funded out of Stan's pocket. He had a substantial amount of money saved from penny pitching, stealing, dealing, and every other shortcut he could find to make and save money. At first, Ford didn't recognize it. Their purchases were for their benefit. The boat, the supplies, food, first aid, navigational equipment. Ford would note what needed to be bought and Stan was there ready to take care of it.
But then Ford realizes he wants something. Not need, want.
And for the first time in a long time, he realizes he can't just steal and run. He's not dimension hopping anymore. He's not an outlaw anymore. He's not an innocent but he knows that his choices here, as a permanent fixture, are different. He has to ask Stan for the money to buy it.
He dreads it. The very idea of groveling and asking for money from his brother. But he does because he really wants this item. He steals himself for the humiliation, the taunting, the jokes. But they don't come. Stan hands him the money and tells him to get him a pack of smokes on the way back.
Ford leaves there shook. He goes and buys himself his thing and gets Stan pack of smokes. When he comes back, he gives Stan the change and without looking, Stan gives him a kiss to the cheek.
"Thanks, baby. Did you get what you wanted?"
And oh does it do something to him.
Him? Baby? Not only did he get want he wanted, he got what he didn't know he needed.
That night, Ford rides him to the moon and back, cumming twice just remembering Stan's words, the control, the ease of Stan taking care of him, the little command at the end. It's everything.
Ford keeps it close to not let Stan know about his little discovery. The natural way that Stan treated him today was so good that no other way could compare.
I need more Sugar Baby Ford and Sugar Daddy Stan except Ford is the only one who recognizes the dynamic and never wants to tell Stan.
I feel like a younger Ford would have fantasied about having financial power over Stan for his sexual fantasies. Making Stan his sugar baby, treating him right, getting all the perks and benefits of having someone on his arm like that. The fact that it would take him forever to climax while thinking about that dynamic was irrelevant. He just believed he was a perfectionist and if the scenario wasn't right in his head than he couldn't cum.
Cut to the present where Ford has no income and all of their adventures are being funded out of Stan's pocket. He had a substantial amount of money saved from penny pitching, stealing, dealing, and every other shortcut he could find to make and save money. At first, Ford didn't recognize it. Their purchases were for their benefit. The boat, the supplies, food, first aid, navigational equipment. Ford would note what needed to be bought and Stan was there ready to take care of it.
But then Ford realizes he wants something. Not need, want.
And for the first time in a long time, he realizes he can't just steal and run. He's not dimension hopping anymore. He's not an outlaw anymore. He's not an innocent but he knows that his choices here, as a permanent fixture, are different. He has to ask Stan for the money to buy it.
He dreads it. The very idea of groveling and asking for money from his brother. But he does because he really wants this item. He steals himself for the humiliation, the taunting, the jokes. But they don't come. Stan hands him the money and tells him to get him a pack of smokes on the way back.
Ford leaves there shook. He goes and buys himself his thing and gets Stan pack of smokes. When he comes back, he gives Stan the change and without looking, Stan gives him a kiss to the cheek.
"Thanks, baby. Did you get what you wanted?"
And oh does it do something to him.
Him? Baby? Not only did he get want he wanted, he got what he didn't know he needed.
That night, Ford rides him to the moon and back, cumming twice just remembering Stan's words, the control, the ease of Stan taking care of him, the little command at the end. It's everything.
Ford keeps it close to not let Stan know about his little discovery. The natural way that Stan treated him today was so good that no other way could compare.
