Been a Stancest shipper since the Finale aired. No, I do not care if you don't like this. Block my ass and keep it moving. Lesbian. 27. Degree Holder x2.
What do you think the dynamic of older brother Ford and younger brother Stanley is like when Stan hits his upper teens? The drawing you made of the inverse inspired me and now I need to know, it was so good!!!
thankie you 🥺🥺🥺 big brother ford au my beloved... i thinks stan gets kicked out from the house sometime when he turns 18 and he makes a trip to oregon :3
also this means mystery trio with the codependent brothers... (my fren gave me the idea of ford being like a parent figure to stan at a young age so hes even MORE clingy to ford than regular stan hehehee)
Maybe ive just had a bit of gummie but consider...
Comp-het Caryn who very much married Filbrick because it was convient and 'So far in the closet and in denial' Filbrick who thinks it's his marital duty to keep Caryn from being a lesbian and stop himself from having gay thoughts.
But it just ends up as a very toxic parent situation where Caryn is grooming the twins to be gay and incestuous and every queer or taboo thing under the sun just to piss Filbrick off about it...
I've been having fun a idea I wanted to share with y'all, in my version of this Sherman is older then in the show (still younger) but y'all can make whatever version you want.
Anyway, to get to the point- the idea is Sherman has a mommy kink For Stan and a daddy kink for Ford. Mommy Stan 'feeds' him and is so gentle and daddy Ford helps keep him focused and takes care of his punishments 😏
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
be crazy if that secret older brother that Filbrick has took in the nephew that was kicked out that reminds him a whole lot of his little brother.
would be crazy for real
especially since ford would get SOOOO pissed THATS HIS BROTHER
would the older brother be worse than Filbrick parenting wise??
Ok so this is my thought process.
The older brother would absolutely take in Stan. No questions, no remarks, just a simple "Get in here, kid." Older Brother sees his brother (Filbrick) in Stan so much which makes him love Stan like crazy. But I don't think he would ever do anything with Stan because his love for Filbrick is so strong. The reason he loves Stan is because he is Filbrick's son, so he is a part of him.
He is a lot more emotionally open, which is strange in this era for older men but Stan finds that he likes it when he knows what the older man in his life is thinking and feeling. He's not a parent, he has no idea how to parent, but he knows a troubled kid when he sees one. Because he himself and Filbrick were troubled children. Stan is still his beloved nephew, he held him in his arms as a babe. He doesn't like knowing Stan was kicked out by his brother but he doesn't like Stan doing what he did for Ford's project either (He loves Ford very much too but he's got a closer relationship with Stan).
That doesn't meant that Ford is not be pissed or jealousy because Stan is still his brother. And he's a selfish asshole too. (They're teens, what can I say?) The idea of someone else joking with Stan, making Stan laugh, being there for Stan when he's upset, being the closetest thing to Stan drives him up the walls. Yeah he's angry and he upset with him, but he's supposed to be angry and upset with him WITH HIM. Stan is supposed to be in their room and Ford giving him the cold shoulder or having a fight or throwing stuff or getting into a fight or saying stuff they don't mean but say anyway because it hurts. Not being alone.
And definitely not while he stays at home and his brother is being smoozhed up with his uncle.
Filbrick gets a phone call from his brother. He's stern with him on the phone, says he has his kid, and to come over here and make things right with him. Filbrick is stubborn and won't budge but his brother is sneaky, manipulative. Despite knowing that his older brother wouldn't do anything with the boys, his older brother taunts him. Filbrick knows that his brother has been trying to make him see how his boys are acting toward each other, how it's just like them, how Stan is so much like him in every way.
Maybe he, the older brother, should figure out just how similar Stan is to Filbrick.
So now you have two very jealous, very pissed Pines men, one very smug and relaxed Pines man, and one sad teenager trying to figure out how to make things right again.
Been loving your Filbrick stuff. It's great when people give him depth, and the parallels with his brother and cycles continuing... *chefs kiss*
Thank you!!!!
I find it most delicious giving the flat antagonist a bit of character to give them some flavor. If that flavor happens to be incest well, what can ya do?
Good day to you, my friend whom I usually bombard with my brain worms isn't really about the darker stuff so its you who gets it instead this time
Violence, drugging, and noncon warning (more implied)
A post of yours (I believe, but I saw it here regardless) a good while back where Dark Ford drugs Stan and Fiddleford and fucks Stan in front of him got my brain twisting and turning. I'm the jimstanwich ghost who haunts your askbox infrequently, and it made me think of a similar situation going very differently for Ford. Thought about Stan and Ford coming back from their voyage with Ford more obsessed with Stan than ever, but he doesn't know if Stan feels even remotely similar to how Ford really feels about him. Sure, they were a little weird when they were kids, but they were kids. Still, Ford has hope. That is, until the dashing handsome badass biker from Stan's past gets wind of him being alive and comes back. Its like something out of a romance novel. Jimmy is charming, funny, handsome, outgoing. He's the big intimidating tattooed guy who ties little kids' shoelaces and helps the 80-something year old lady cross the street, a "golden boy" aged like fine wine with a palatable edge to him. And he loves Stanley. Anyone with a brain between their ears would know it. Ford hates it. He hates everything about it, and he starts really spiraling.
Decides to pull the same move, only he makes a dire mistake. He switches the doses, and the one meant to go to the 6'8 ~280 lb man goes to his brother instead. Jimmy with his size, having a willpower of steel and being an ex addict, is not only awake and aware after only a few minutes of his body metabolizing it, he's moving. Ford didn't think about restraints. He wasn't supposed to need to. And the guy is fucking angry. Even drugged, Ford knows he's a threat. Ex-military with a lifetime of fighting, plus the inches and weight he had on Ford. And he's right, because Ford's attempt to pin him ends with blood seeping into his mouth, a knee in his back, and his arm twisted painfully behind himself. His twin's sleeping and peaceful form up on the bed beside him being the last thing he looks at before Jimmy's slamming his face down into the floor and Ford hears a belt buckle clink and a deep growl, something about "eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth". Jimmy telling him he's lucky that he didn't end up like the last guy who tried to do this to Stan, and if he ever breathed a word of what happened, he would (in pieces at the bottom of a lake the size of an ocean). The next morning Stan being all "Man I passed out last night. What'd you guys get up to?" And Jimmy just smiles and shrugs and says "Shot the shit. Played some games. Your brother can be sneakier than you sometimes, huh?" And Stan just chuckles and makes a comment on Ford and counting cards and being a nerd and sips his coffee with a happy sigh.
Its more Dark Jimford I suppose but this idea has been festering for a while. Do with it what u will and I hope ur day is well !
This is doing something unholy to my brain.
I just know that Ford would take this moment as a challenge and he refuses to back down to them. He now sees Jim as not just an obstacle but a true adversary. It's no longer that petty little game of "Watch what I have that you don't." Ford is regrouping and reorganizing. He's becoming primal, like he was in the portal.
Jim is only a little dot on his road to win Stan's heart, and he is not afraid to slice it off and run a biopsy on it.
Jim on the other hand has turned himself into a real threat. I believe his love for Stan has been true for a long time but it was a situation of "right person, wrong time" and their happily ever after could not happen until now. Except now he learns of a perverted and twisted individual standing in his way who is not afraid to bend the rules to gain what he wants. He's no stranger to bending the rules.
Stan is none the wiser. And if either Jim or Ford have a say in it, he always will be.
him getting used to wearing panties for some reason(idk he finds them more comfortable or smth and he likes the idea of noone knowing that he wears them? Personal victory for the faggot)
And then just. Stanley figuring it out.
Oh fuck yeah king, that's the shut I'm talking about. I have a drabble a bit like that somewhere in my ramble tag already, but there's always a need for more slutty feminized humiliation kink Ford. Here ya go, and thanks for the comment. ❤️💜💙
When Ford asked Stan if he wanted to sail the sea together, Stan thought things couldn't possibly get any better. Sailing the world with his other half like they always dreamed, what more could he ask for?
Then, impossibly, things got even more perfect, when a night of drinking led to the both of them being way more honest than usual and, well...
They were together now, as both brothers and life partners, partners in every possible way. It was perfect.
Except Ford was acting weird.
Not that that was odd for Ford. Stan would and had literally gone through hell and back for his brother, but he'd be the first to admit Ford's always been a bit of a character. But he'd been acting weird in ways he hadn't before, and Stan was starting to get concerned.
The two of them fell into a sexual relationship pretty quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time together, and while Ford always seemed eager, he wouldn’t undress in the same room as Stan. Stan's mind was still a bit fucked in certain places, but he knew Ford definitely didn't always have a hangup about that because he vividly remembered Ford changing in the same room as him when they were teens and shamefully trying to sneak a peek.
Stan's first thought was that Ford must've been ashamed of his body (Which made absolutely no sense when he was built like a greek god, but whatever. Ford was self-conscious about weird shit sometimes.) or his scars. But they had had sex with the lights on before, and while Ford would sometimes get upset looking at his scars, he'd told Stanley it was less shame and more melancholy that filled him when he thought of the marks of his past.
Stan just couldn't figure it out, and he was at his wits end. Soon he'd have to just ask Ford what his deal was, abd he wouldn't be a true Pines' man if he didn't exhaust every other possible option before trying emotional honesty.
So he barged in the bathroom while Ford was getting ready to take a shower.
"Stanley, what the fuck!" Ford shrieked, having pulled out a gun immediately upon Stan bursting into the room. Probably not Stan's best idea to startle a man with such strong survival instincts, but Stan was distracted from his almost being shot by finally seeing Ford partially undressed, wearing nothing but his turtleneck and-
"Are those panties?" Stan asked stupidly, completely struck dumb at the sight of his manly, sci-fi action hero brother with a lacy little number fit snug around his hips. Ford looked down, as if also surprised by what he was wearing, and his face flushed as pink as the pretty little silk panties he was wearing.
"Ah, well." Ford stuttered, before looking up at Stan with an embarrassed little grin. Stan needed to destroy him. "Yes, I suppose they are. Apologies, Stanley, it's not that I didn't trust you, it's just as much as I enjoy wearing such things I've always been a bit embarrassed..."
"You should apologize." Stan growled, taking a step forward and crowding Ford against the bathroom wall. "Dressing like a slutty little girl all this time and not letting me see."
Ford's eyes dilated, his breath hitching, and Stan grinned. Bingo.
"Now then, how's about you start making it up to me, doll?"
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.
