#nonplatonicau

[nonplatonicguy]

What does Stan do now all day that Ford has him.... uh... like that?

Daily life

When he’s s not being electroshocked or is sharing a bed with Ford they are silly

Shout out to secret third husband to help me with some edits!!!

[nonplatonicguy]

Assumptions

They are funny to me

[nonplatonicguy]

Ford trasquila a su perrito en epocas d verano?

Si se le da la gana si, y es como poner a bañar un perro rabioso

[nonplatonicguy]

Your latest comic was so hot it melted me to goo. Since then I keep thinking about a scenario of like the first time Stan realized Ford was assaulting him in his sleep.

The physical sensations of what Ford’s doing invades Stan’s dreams and turns them into nightmares about times in the past he was raped. Very unpleasant and distressing for him and kind of scares Stan awake.

But he wakes up slowly and groggy and the very first thing he feels is relief because he remembers he’s at Ford’s house now, so nothing like that will ever happen to him again. He’s safe from it now.

…The second thing he registers is that the sensation of sex hasn’t disappeared with the nightmare?

Stan wakes up fully and opens his eyes to Ford on top of him, sweaty and panting and fucking into Stan like he’s experiencing nirvana.

And the third thing Stan feels is the icy cold of shock and betrayal and fear, because no, not again. Except yes again. But this time it’s not malicious strangers or ‘friends’ it’s someone he loves and trusted.

Stan thinking in the beginning that he’s safe with Ford from all the horrors he experienced on the streets. Thinking at least with Ford he has a break from all the abuse and the assault. Only to wake up and realize he’s back in the same position.

Maybe it means he was just meant to be used and abused. It’s all he’s good for.

Using this ask as an excuse to show a lil extra

Ford is gross, obviously, but isnt also Stanley? He should fight more, but he didnt.

Akkfna Im glad i managed to get into your thougths! I loved to read this, yes, Ford was someone he never imagined would do this and ughajdhs. Gladnd that you catched up the feeling, that final sentence us haunting for sure.

Also, Picture me jumping and then trying to draw this only to realize it was harder than than i thought akdkna. Hope it works anyways!

[nonplatonicguy]

Could I request a break for Stan? Maybe a relaxing day for him. Some snacks and a warm blanket fresh from the dryer too? That poor man deserves it.

Ford sometimes bring some things for his brother, is nice.

finally, a break for this poor man

[nonplatonicguy]

in another universe

(gotta give atleast one stanley a win, but don't get me wrong i do love yer dark ford stuff)

fiddleford got to his senses and finally got the courage to confront ford (with some stuff to help) and see's the fricked up stuff that ford is doing to stanley— like that's actually really fricked up man? (Even though i like that fricked up stuff)

beats up ford for the trauma, pain and emotional damage to almost everybody he has met and saves stanley!!! And ford gets sent to a mental asylum (mayhaps swoops stanley offa his feet heh) and happily ever after!

Yah, sadly (not really) thats just another dimension, so shall stanley live in happiness! Well if ya consider it happiness livin with ford as his pet lover brother? Itsa weird dynamic if ya think too hard :3

ok but this is also funny. when i got this ask i thought "what fiddleford could possibly see?" and. every scenario is pretty cursed

[nonplatonicguy]

So uhhhhh. This might be a lot but your au is so good and it plagues me. So here.

((Trigger warning for feeding tubes and force feeding. You can totally just delete this ask if that’s something your uncomfortable with.))

Stanford sighed as Stanley wriggled furiously in the kitchen chair. His hands were bound to his sides, the rope weaved through the slats on the back of the wooden chair, keeping him firmly tied down.

Arms immobile, Stanley kicked out with his legs instead, aiming for Stanford who easily sidestepped. With another deep sigh, Ford grabbed another length of rope, kneeling to hold Stan’s legs still while he secured them to the chair legs. Holding Stan down wasn’t easy, but Stanford didn’t want to risk unintended injury to his puppy, and Stanley could cause damage to himself if he struggled too hard.

“Alright,” he said, standing back up. Stanley glared at him furiously from the chair, snarling. “This is your own fault, Stanley,” Ford reminded him. “You could have avoided this if you’d just obeyed.”

“I’m not your dog!” Stanley spit, writhing against his bonds. “No matter what kind of collar you put on me!”

Stanford just shook his head. His puppy was just being particularly rebellious the past couple days. He reached over to the counter where he had prepared what he would need beforehand, hoping to get this done fast to ease Stan’s stress.

“Please cooperate,” he requested, “otherwise you’ll just make this worse for yourself.”

Stanley didn’t respond verbally, but Ford could see a hint of fear on his brother’s face when he turned around with the feeding tube in hand. Ford had coated the end and length of it with flavored, edible lube -though he doubted Stanley would appreciate the forethought.

“Remember,” he said, “you did this to yourself. I told you hunger strikes would not be tolerated.”

“And I told you I’m not going to eat off the floor from a fucking dog bowl!” Stan snarled back, but Ford rather thought he sounded more like a cornered animal, snapping at whoever came near.

Stanford gripped Stan’s jaw firmly, pressing harder and harder into the hinges of it until Stanley was forced to open his mouth. Stanley attempted to throw his head back, shaking it wildly, but Stanford stepped in close, looping one arm around Stanley’s neck just under the chin and holding him close to his chest, effectively pinning his head.

“Don’t move,” Ford scolded softly. “I don’t want to injure your throat.”

Slowly, he began to insert the feeding tube into Stanley’s mouth, keeping a firm grip on his face to hold his jaw open.

His brother choked when the tube touched the back of his throat, eyes widening as he tried to jerk in Stanford’s hold.

“Shh,” Stanford soothed, holding Stanley’s head tighter between his arm and chest. “Calm down.”

Stanley didn’t, making cut off coughs and small distressed whines as the tube was carefully fed down his throat. His eyes scrunched up in discomfort, brows furrowing.

“Relax your throat, baby,” Ford encouraged, one thumb idly rubbing Stanley’s cheek. “Stay calm, just relax, relax and this will go easier. You’re ok. It’s alright.”

When the tube was finally all the way down, Stanford made no comment on the tears that had slipped out of Stan’s eyes. He simply wiped them away and attached the funnel to the end of the tube.

Stanley was breathing heavily against the tube in his throat. His whole body was tense, distress and panic radiating from him. It hurt Ford’s heart to see, but he had told Stan the consequences of refusing to eat. And Bill had told him that idle threats would hinder his puppy’s training, so if Ford made one then he had to go through with it.

Stanley probably hadn’t expected Ford to go through with the force feeding threat, but now he would learn. He would eat from his bowl like a good puppy next time, and be grateful for what Stanford gave him.

But Stanford didn’t consider himself a cruel owner, and as he reached for the bowl of food he had prepared -Stan’s dinner that Ford had thrown into the blender until it was a slushy consistency- he felt the need to comfort his brother.

“Such a good puppy. You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmured to Stanley, beginning to slowly pour the blended food down the funnel. “It won’t be much longer I promise.”

Stanley groaned with discomfort as the food traveled down the tube and entered his stomach, his body writhing in the chair at the sudden full feeling.

Stanford rushed to hold him still again, worried about hurting Stan’s throat if he struggled too hard. “It’s ok, it’s ok,” he tried reassuring. “Look at that, all done!”

It hadn’t been a large portion of food by any means, considering Stanley hadn’t eaten in days Ford didn’t want to overwhelm his stomach.

“Alright. I’m going to pull the tube back out now. Sit as still for me as you can, ok Stanley? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Miraculously, Stan nodded and stiffened. Ford felt relieved at the sign of obedience from his puppy, tucking Stan’s head back close to his chest and holding him comfortingly.

Ever so carefully, he began to pull the tube out, wincing at the small whimpers of stress and discomfort Stanley released. When it was successfully out, Ford slumped in relief, petting Stanley’s hair and kissing his forehead. “Good boy,” he praised. “Very good. You did so well!”

Stan didn’t respond, his jaw snapping shut.

Stanford released Stan’s wrists and ankles, making a mental note to apply a salve to the tender skin later, as rope burn marks were clear on Stanley’s skin. “Now, I think that ordeal was punishment enough for disobeying me, don’t you? How about you take a nap now? I think you need it.”

He coaxed his brother up from the chair, holding him close to comfort him and petting his back and sides.

“So good, sweetheart,” Stanford said again, giving a quick kiss to lips that were tightly pressed together. “You did amazing.”

Stanley refused to respond. He wouldn’t open his mouth again for the rest of the day.

little extra of puppy stan anon youre so based putting this image in my brain:

Ughhh Ford trying to comfort Stanley while being a freak, anon if i could i would give you my soul. im soso happy my Au is plaguing you! is such a high compliment to me to know the propaganda is working!

im left without words big brains in my askbox

[nonplatonicguy]

I like the impression this all is giving off of like. You know how people with big “scary” looking dog breeds don’t think of their own dogs as dangerous? Like other people will be all “oh that’s a scary looking dog” while the owner thinks “my dog is the cutest baby in the whole world look at him such a cutie”

And that’s like Stan and Ford in this au to me. Normal people might look at Stan and think he is a rough, tough looking guy, someone to be wary of because he’s a fighter. Ford looks at Stan and thinks awww my brother is so cute. The cutest little puppy. Look how baby he is. Adorable :]

LMFAO yes hes pretty much like that. stanley can run over anyone with a car and he wouldnt be scary

also Ford ways to deal with it are sooo normal. yes ford youre such a good owner