Tag: stancest

troublepines:

Listen there’s a really cute comic about this and I’m weak, I can’t find the comic link but if I do later I’ll add it

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“Please be a weapon, please be a weapon!” Stan chants as he scrambles over to the strange -and honestly quite ugly- golden totem Ford had lead them through the jungle for.

-flashback-

“The totem reveals your deepest desire!” Ford enthuses as he attempts to convince his brother to make this trip with him.

“What, like money?”

Ford hesitates for a brief moment, but eventually shrugs.

“Well.. yes, I suppose if that was what you desired more than anything in the universe, then that’s what you’d get.”

Stan grunts, deep in thought.

“What if my innermost desire is….” He pauses, trying to think of something ridiculous. “Carla from high school dressed in medieval knight gear standing on a horses head.”

Ford sighs, and reluctantly nods his head, slightly annoyed at the mention of Carla.

“Yes, Stan. It would give you that.”

The conman grins, and nods his head.

“Alright sixer, I’ll get this weird totem thing with you.”

-end flashback-

He has a brief moment before his hands make contact with the chest to hope that it’s based upon current deepest desires, and not lifetime ones. Otherwise, Ford is going to be getting a nasty surprise.

His hands close around it, the snarls of the angry green beast that had cornered them echoing behind him. As soon as his palms make contact, the totem vanishes. Before he can blink, a startled and wide-eyed Ford is in his arms.

Ford doesn’t breathe.

“I-“

“Did you touch the totem?” Ford blurts. Stan’s face reddens, gut twisting uncomfortably, but he nods.

Great. He ruined it. He finally got his brother back, and he ruined it. His gaze averts, but it turns back when Ford’s fingertips gently touch his cheek. His blush darkens when he finds his brother is smiling at him.

“That’s sweet.” He murmurs, and Stan’s blush deepens to a point it’s almost painful.

Stan manages a soft, embarrassed giggle as he bows his head to meet his brothers chest, still holding him tightly.

“Me too.” He whispers.

Stan has to run from the furious green forest-cat before he can ask Ford what he means.

stancestwritings:

Moonlight

The panting and moaning could be heard from miles around, but there was no one to hear them. Loud and breathy little cries escaped Ford’s mouth as the thick cock slid in and out of him.

It was like the cool, soft wind of the night was encouraging them with it’s ghostly song, making them feel not so alone. Stan knew Ford was close to collapsing onto the hard wood of the deck, so he held him close. He breathed all down his neck, whispering sweet little secrets into his ear.

“Take that cock, boy..” he mumbled against his cheek. Ford let out a soft whimper. “Y-Yes daddy..” That made Stan even more horny. “Such a dirty little mouth you have.”

Ford clenched around him. The warm New Jersey air and the cool, midnight wind was such a delicious mix on this particular night. Fucking while their parents were away was kind of outdated. They decided that it’d be more romantic if they snuck out and fucked on the Stan ‘O War. And oh, how right were they.

“I’m gonna fucking come..” Stan grunted, thrusting deeper into his more fragile twin. “Y-Yes! Come deep inside me, Stanley!” Ford shouted into the air. With that, Stan came hard, his semen as hot and thick as lava in Ford’s ass. Stanford came right after him, letting out a strangled cry.

They laid there, both of them sweaty, panting messes. Stan looked over at his brother, smirking. “I love you, Sixer.”

Ford smiled, tears in his beautiful, chocolate browm eyes. “I love you too, Stanley.”