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Gravity Falls Kink Meme Post #1
Tentative rules of the meme, cribbed and modified from mcu-kink-meme:
- Generally speaking, let's keep it anonymous - you may deanon to link your fills, but otherwise, keep it anon.
- Post with a subject line indicating character or pairing and prompt content (eg. Character/Character; prompt keyword). Mark your fills.
- If you leave a prompt, try to fill a prompt! Fills can be fic, art, sock puppets, etc. Also, multiple fills are welcome and encouraged.
- This kink meme is Choose Not to Warn. You're not required to warn for content or spoilers, but are encouraged to do so, especially for common squicks and triggers.
- Crossovers are welcome.
- Respect anons' squicks - for example, if someone asks for no noncon in their prompt, do not post a fill with noncon. Disrespecting this will result in your comment being deleted. This includes pairings.
- Similarly, be respectful of everyone's kinks. Kinkshaming will not be tolerated.
- No embeds, prompt-hijacking, or negative comments. Mods retain the right to freeze or delete at will.
The most important thing, however, is to be good to each other, post kinky prompts, and write kinky fic!
* Fills master post: https://kinky-falls.dreamwidth.org/1110.html
* Discussion post: https://kinky-falls.dreamwidth.org/1435.html
* Page a Mod: http://kinky-falls.dreamwidth.org/742.html
* AO3 collection: Kinky_Falls
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Phew, I think that's all. Happy kinking!
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- Generally speaking, let's keep it anonymous - you may deanon to link your fills, but otherwise, keep it anon.
- Post with a subject line indicating character or pairing and prompt content (eg. Character/Character; prompt keyword). Mark your fills.
- If you leave a prompt, try to fill a prompt! Fills can be fic, art, sock puppets, etc. Also, multiple fills are welcome and encouraged.
- This kink meme is Choose Not to Warn. You're not required to warn for content or spoilers, but are encouraged to do so, especially for common squicks and triggers.
- Crossovers are welcome.
- Respect anons' squicks - for example, if someone asks for no noncon in their prompt, do not post a fill with noncon. Disrespecting this will result in your comment being deleted. This includes pairings.
- Similarly, be respectful of everyone's kinks. Kinkshaming will not be tolerated.
- No embeds, prompt-hijacking, or negative comments. Mods retain the right to freeze or delete at will.
The most important thing, however, is to be good to each other, post kinky prompts, and write kinky fic!
* Fills master post: https://kinky-falls.dreamwidth.org/1110.html
* Discussion post: https://kinky-falls.dreamwidth.org/1435.html
* Page a Mod: http://kinky-falls.dreamwidth.org/742.html
* AO3 collection: Kinky_Falls
* Anonymous AO3 collection: Kinky_FallsAnon
Want to be banned to ensure you don't accidentally anonfail? Leave a comment over here, and fear no more.
Important: Don't want to see certain kinks or pairings? Check out Dreamwidth Blocker! It's easy to install and use, and works on the same principle as Tumblr Savior or Xkit's blacklist. If you have any questions about installing or using it, head over to the mod post and I'll do what I can to help you out.
Phew, I think that's all. Happy kinking!
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Re: Stan/Ford (noncon flavored) - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 02:19 am (UTC)(link)They had been at sea a couple of weeks when Stanford felt confident enacting his plan. Stan had contacted the kids and Soos, reassuring them that they hadn’t capsized and they were still getting along, and they were far enough from land that communication was spotty and no one would be expecting to hear from them for another couple of weeks.
While Stan worked on the deck, Ford stood in the cabin cradling a metal and glass gun. It had taken some work to track one down after Mabel had destroyed theirs, especially with most of the Society of the Blind Eye having no recollection of where they kept their memory guns. But a few pointed questions while catching up with Fiddleford had led him to an entire cache of the machines, along with a raccoon nest.
His breath quickened as he, almost reverently, turned the dial to input STAN PINES into the memory gun. He knew their family wouldn’t understand. They would think what he was doing was wrong, but Ford knew better. He had seen how Stanley had looked right after the first mind wipe, lost but innocent, completely at peace, and very open to suggestion. If the kids could see what Ford saw, the things their uncle hid from them – the confusion, the pain, and the night terrors – Ford knew they would do this too. He was doing this for all of them, but especially for Stanley.
He stepped out of the cabin. Stan was leaning over the back rail, humming to himself while he pulled in some lines. Ford leveled the gun at the back of his brother’s head. For a moment, he was back there, in the Fearamid, staring down at Stanley. He could remember the feelings of dread and despair he had felt when he had thought he was Stan’s executioner. Now he knew better, know he knew he was Stan’s savior.
Blinding blue light lit the space between them and Stan slumped over the rail. Ford tucked the gun into his jacket and strode across the deck to his brother’s side.
“Stan, Stanley, are you alright?” Ford asked, a mask of concern easily slid onto his face. He had gotten good at feigning worry and concern in the weeks after they had beat Bill.
“What happened?” Stan asked, his voice muzzy and eyes slightly unfocused. “Who are you?”
Ford wanted to grin at his success, but he tamped those feelings down. “You’re probably just having another episode. Don’t worry it’s nothing to worry about. Let’s get you inside.
Slowly they both stood. Ford wrapped an arm around Stanley’s shoulders to support him. Something warm curled in his belly when Stan leaned into his touch.
“An episode? What are you talking about and why are we on a boat?”
Just like the first-time Stan was curious but not overly concerned about suddenly finding himself in a strange situation with a strange man.
“You have amnesia,” Ford said, pushing the cabin door open and leading Stand down the steps. “You live on this boat with me, but sometimes you just don’t remember anything.”
He tried to maintain his calm, concerned façade but his excitement over his plan working was starting to bleed through. This time he would help Stan right, take care of him, and put him back together better than before. Without anyone interfering.
“Sit here,” Ford said and pushed Stan towards the table bolted to the floor. Stan sat on one of the benches next to it. “I’ll make you some tea.”
“Okay,” Stan said, obeying without a fuss. He looked around the cabin with mild interest.
The placidness and easy obedience sent another slow pulse of warmth through Ford. He paused in his prep of the drinks and just watched his twin. Stanley looked so content, happy even to just sit there and do as Ford said. It was going so well already. Ford didn’t want to rush anything but he had also been waiting for this for a long time. Stanley’s gaze caught Ford’s and his face lit up with a smile. Now Ford couldn’t ignore the warmth creeping over his body.
Ford’s hand brushed against the memory gun still in his jacket. He had a way out. He could always start over if something went wrong, if he took this too fast.
Ford left the mugs of tea on the counter and went back to Stan. His brother turned slightly so he was facing Ford, legs dangling off the side of the bench. As Ford gazed down into Stan’s open and innocent face he couldn’t help a shiver that ran down his spine. Stan gravitated towards him, no memories needed, he just knew they were supposed to be close. He cupped Stan’s face in his hands, gently stroking the lines by Stan’s eye with his thumb.
“There is something we could try,” Ford said quietly. Stan’s face was now quizzical but he didn’t pull away. “Something that might help bring your memories back. Would you like that?”
“Okay.”
Ford leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Stan’s lips. Up close Stanley’s scent was intoxicating and he wanted to push deeper into his brother’s mouth but he held back waiting to see how Stan would respond.
Stanley was stiff against him at first but as the kiss continued Ford could feel him lean up into it. Ford could understand how this situation could be overwhelming to Stan, but just as he had hoped his brother was following his lead and not questioning Ford’s actions. He slid one of his hands to the back of Stan’s neck, playing with the soft curls that were starting to grow there.
Stan’s hands came up to Ford’s hips, hesitant at first but then he pulled Ford closer with a confident tug. His brother might not be sure of what was going on but his body seemed to know how to respond to the stimuli. Ford wondered if it was some kind of muscle memory and what other things Stan’s body still knew how to do, he would have to test that at some point.
He pulled away from Stanley, his pulse pounding in his ears. Stan simply looked up at him with that same innocent expression. Ford groaned and fumbled with his belt. He pulled his hardening cock free and went to stroke it, but was blocked by Stan’s hand.
Tentatively Stan wrapped his hand around Ford’s cock and gave it a couple of strokes. Ford moaned at the friction. He wanted to order Stanley to move, or push his brother down onto his cock but he was also curious to see what Stanley could do even without memories.
Stan’s expression changed from one of cautiousness to one of determination as he continued to stroke Ford’s length. It wasn’t the most sophisticated hand job Ford had ever gotten. Stan had no real technique beyond occasionally swiping his thumb over the leaking head. But just the sight of his brother like this was enough. Though he didn’t complain when Stan leaned down and lapped at his cock, intermingling the strokes with sloppy kisses.
“Stanley,” Ford shouted, burying his hand in Stan’s gray hair. He was glad he had waited until they were at sea so that he didn’t have to worry about anyone overhearing them.
Stan hummed against Ford’s cock and a surge of pleasure pulsed through Ford. He knew he was close. He tightened his grip on Stan’s hair and held his brother’s head down as he came with another shout.
The sight below him had Ford biting at his knuckle. If he wasn’t already having trouble staying upright from the orgasm, Stan’s confused face covered in cum would have had the same effect.
Ford didn’t give his brother a chance to question what was going on though; he pushed Stan back onto the bench, maneuvering them both past the table. It was awkward but Ford was able to half kneel, and half stand over Stan. He groped at the bulge in Stan’s jeans.
“That was so good, Stanley,” Ford said. His brother was beautiful like this, quiet and complacent. He only made small moans and huffing noises as he futilely tried to grind his hips up against Ford’s hand. “Don’t worry, I’m going to help you.”
Ford leaned down and licked some of his cum from Stan’s face before kissing him. He rubbed Stan’s cock harder at the same time so that he could press his tongue inside Stan’s mouth during a breathy moan. Ford groaned at the taste of his brother and how well it mixed with his own release.
“Please, please,” Stan begged when their kiss broke.
Ford quickly undid Stan’s pants and held Stan’s cock loosely in one hand.
“Tell me you want this,” he said, his eyes locked on Stan’s face.
“I-I want this so bad, please, I need you,” Stan said.
Realistically Ford knew that Stan was babbling mindlessly, saying whatever he thought might please the man above him. But Ford didn’t even care, those words falling from his brother’s lips were everything to him.
“Of course, of course,” Ford said, stroking Stan’s cock. “You’ve always needed me. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. I’ll be a better brother.”
Ford leaned down and sucked at Stan’s neck, missing the effect his words had on Stanley.
Stan stiffened and his face changed from confused desire to panic. He tried to push against Ford but it was too late. A wave of pleasure rocked through him and he came with a cry, spilling onto his brother’s hand.
“Stanford,” he gasped.
Ford stopped when he heard that. He had felt Stanley stiffen before orgasming but he hadn’t expected to hear his name or for Stan to start shaking with sobs below him. Slowly he sat up and looked down.
“Ford, Stanford,” Stan said again. “What did you do?”
“I’m taking care of you,” Ford said. His stomach was sinking. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. What had happened? How had Stan remembered?
Stan sat up and pushed Ford off himself. “Stay away from me,” he said before storming into their small bathroom. The door shut with a resounding slam.
Ford stood and moved to the kitchen sink. He washed himself and straightened his clothing. Obviously, he had miscalculated something. He eyed the cold mugs of tea sitting on the counter, he had probably taken things too quickly. But that was okay. He drew the memory gun from his jacket and headed towards the bathroom. He would just try again.
Re: Stan/Ford (noncon flavored) - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 05:19 am (UTC)(link)Re: Stan/Ford (noncon flavored) - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 09:42 am (UTC)(link)Whoa! This is really horrifying, in a good way. Somehow Stan realizing what's going on in the middle of it just makes it even worse. Thank you!