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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
* 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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(IP logging is off, unless otherwise noted.)
- 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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Stan/Ford, sex swing
(Anonymous) 2017-02-05 07:50 am (UTC)(link)Re: Stan/Ford, sex swing - fill, teen!Stans
(Anonymous) 2017-04-10 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)"Who's gonna hear?" Stan says.
"So help me," Ford says, gulping down his laughter. "Be quiet!"
This time, Stan yells. "Who's gonna hear?"
His voice echoes weirdly across the dunes; a couple of seagulls take flight, their silhouettes pale and sleek in the moonlight. Ford kicks him in the stomach, not that hard, not really, but Stan still whines pathetically and sags forward. His face, conveniently, incidentally, lands at the crook of Ford's thigh and crotch. Ford jerks in surprise and clamps his legs against Stan's head.
"Stanley!"
"No one's gonna hear," Stan says, "'cause nobody else is awake." He doesn't bother moving his face, speaking directly against the half-hard curve of Ford's cock. Ford huffs out a noisy breath and tightens his thighs against Stan. "Relax."
He cups the underside of Ford's thighs and lifts them. Ford takes the hint. He swings his legs over Stan's shoulders, bracing his weight back against the swing. The chains creak in protest. Something about the movement feels definitive; their moods temper at the same time, leaving behind the softer thrill of anticipation. Suddenly, the ocean crashing into the shore seems overwhelming, taking the place of the sound of Stan's racing pulse.
It's in this space that they might lose their nerve. Stan smiles up at Ford and gives his thighs a little squeeze. "Guess you were right," he says. "Those seagulls might've ratted us out."
Ford snorts. "Right."
Stan rubs the outside of Ford's thighs, to steady him. Ford, that is. Stan is perfectly steady, his heart thrumming because he's excited and horny and ready to go. Ford squirms a little in the seat, his heels bumping against Stan's back. This close, Stan can smell Ford's body, the sharp tang of sweat, the clean salt smell of a day spent in the sun. Sawdust, too, faint, from their work on the Stan O'War. And the darker smell of his arousal; Stan's been teasing him all day, almost jerked him off after lunch, when they'd sleepily leaned against each other in the cabin and daydreamed. The smell of Ford's body sets off something primal in Stan, a protectiveness, a tenderness, a need that's not just any one thing, but all of him.
Stan kisses the seam of Ford's jeans on the inside of his thigh, slow. The chains of the swing jingle. He kisses again, and again, turning his head every other kiss, until Ford is panting under his breath and he's trembling in little bursts of movement. "Stanley," he says, low, desperate. That just about does it, for Stan, his cock stiffening, uncomfortable and tight against his own jeans. He doesn't let it show in his face, just keeps mouthing his way up and down Ford's thighs, zigzagging in tandem with the strokes of his hands. He's made Ford come like this, before. Might this time, too, though Stan really wants the taste of his brother in his mouth, wants to see the subtle way Ford's cock twitches when he traces its veins with his tongue.
"Stan," Ford says again, high-pitched this time.
"What happened to being quiet?"
"You - scared away the potential informants. C'mon." He reaches down; for a second, Stan thinks he's going to touch himself, but then he surprises Stan by touching him, instead, his thumb running up Stan's jaw, his palm cresting over Stan's ear. Stan shudders and leans into the touch. "You're frustrating, you know that?"
"Coming from the most frustrating guy I know," Stan says, "I'll take that as a compliment." Stan sucks at the heel of Ford's hand, then takes pity on him, finally, and undoes Ford's jeans. The undignified noise Ford makes when Stan slides his underwear down is the best thing Stan's heard all week. Easy. He stops there, for a minute, just taking in the sight of Ford, unsteady and flushed, his thighs open around Stan's shoulders, his dick hard, a drop of precome waiting to be licked away. His hair is unkempt, hasn't been brushed in days. He's burnt all to hell. And he's smiling, a crooked, excited thing, like he's about to learn something new.
Maybe he will, too. Stan presses his face up against him, nuzzling at his hips and the side of his cock, breathing in the heavy sweat-smell of him. Ford slides his hand through his hair, once, then again, then just holds the back of his head, loosely, as Stan starts to kiss and lick at Ford's cock. Ford squirms, his hips arching toward Stan - and Stan lets his mouth open around him when he does, finally sucking the head of Ford's cock into his mouth, what they've both wanted since Stan knelt here and started teasing him. Ford's thighs tighten against Stan's shoulders and he digs his ankles into Stan's back.
That's all the warning Stan gets before he starts to thrust into Stan's mouth. He starts shallow and slow, getting used to the angle and the way he has to shift his weight against the swing; Stan relaxes his jaw, sucking in slow pulses as he does. The swing creaks, rhythmic, frantic even at this slow pace; the ocean rolls in with its prehistoric thrum; somewhere, over the dunes, a seagull lets out an angry caw as it lights back on its nest. And over all of that, so good to Stan that it supersedes that all, are Ford's unsteady moans, suppressed and choked-back at first, then louder as he finds purchase against Stan, as his muscled thighs tense and relax.
The lines of who's in control blur as Ford thrusts into him. Stan slips a hand up Ford's shirt, feeling the muscles of his stomach coil with each thrust, then higher, seeking Ford's heartbeat. He wants to feel the unsteady way Ford is panting. He wants what he always wants - to be there for Ford. To make it good for him. For Ford to need him as much as he needs Ford.
It doesn't take long for Ford to come, his body arching up, his hand twisting abruptly in Stan's hair. Stan lets him come in his mouth, watches him as he does, as Ford's lips part wordlessly, his eyes screwed shut. He's quiet. Someday, when they live together, Stan will coax him into being loud; tonight, Stan listens hard for the hitched inhale, the suppressed whine as Ford's cock twitches in his mouth.
When it passes, Stan pulls off him and sticks his tongue out, so Ford can see his come, there, can watch it drip in strings off his tongue and lips. Ford shudders and covers his eyes. Stan laughs and spits it onto the sand.
"You gonna just let me suffer down here?" Stan asks, before Ford's really recovered. He sits up on his knees, fast, taking Ford's thighs with him - Ford yelps and nearly topples out of the swing - probably would've if not for Stan's grip on his shirt and thigh.
Ford swings his legs off Stan's shoulders and leans forward. "Maybe I will," he says. "Give me a reason not to."
Stan thumbs his jeans open, like that's reason enough.
Ford swallows. Maybe it is. He slides gracelessly out of the swing into Stan's lap and takes him in his hand; when Stan leans in to kiss him, Ford doesn't protest, lets his mouth open for Stan, his tongue flicking up to meet Stan's.
It really only takes that, that first messy, wet kiss, so Stan's glad Ford grabbed him on his way down and started jerking in quick, calculated movements. Less embarrassing that way when he comes, groaning into Ford's mouth, his hips arching up to meet Ford.
Ford begins to laugh again, softly, the huff of each laugh vibrating against Stan's mouth. Like that, the bubble that formed around them breaks; Stan starts to laugh, too, light-headed, happier to be alone with his brother on the beach than he ever could be anywhere else, with anyone else. He tips Ford back onto the sand and leans over him.
"Think we should charge those seagulls?" he asks.
Ford nods - but Stan doesn't give him the chance to respond. He bends down and kisses the thought out of him, until the world dilates to just the pleasure of being with each other in this quiet place.
Re: Stan/Ford, sex swing - fill, teen!Stans
(Anonymous) 2017-04-12 04:51 am (UTC)(link)Oh man, I love it! It's so sweet and sexy.
Re: Stan/Ford, sex swing - fill, teen!Stans
(Anonymous) 2017-04-13 03:55 am (UTC)(link)To make it good for him. For Ford to need him as much as he needs Ford. and Stan imagining them living together and coming just from them kissing. Poor guy. I love how tender and in love he is.