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fluffykiddosstuff · 8 months

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stanford and stanley pines fighting for you (headcanons)

i just played swooning over stans and...help i'm so obsessed with these two now..here is littles headcanons for them when they are both in love with you :-)

warnings : swearing (thank you stanley), gn!reader, using they/them pronouns, mention of child abuse

context : the kids are gone, the grunkles are on adventures, so to their surprise when they came back for a month, they saw you in the living room (stanley almost hit you with a stick if ford and soos didn't got him), soos explain to them that you got banished from your home and came to the shack late at night under the rain. Pitty hitting them since they know damn well what a lonely life is, they let you stay and life goes on..well not as they expected...

stanley pines :

at first he tries to deny what he feels, you are friends, right ?

if you laugh at his jokes, swear with him against things he dislikes (tv-shows, young people ect..), and that you help him annoy poeple by stealing and other things ? My man is head over heals

you can see he start to grow fond of you when he wants to protect you even more than before, especially since he knows what is gravity falls made of

when you where gone for shopping with soos, he decided it was time to annonce it to his dear twin brother

he would talk about it while watching a romance movie with ford (even tho he said he didn't wanted to watch)

"you know, i start to kinda like them..but like like them you see.."

the pills doesn't pass well when ford says he likes you too

stan is definitely the most childish one

"let's make a bet sixer ! the first to got a date with them wins !"

he likes to come in while ford tries to show you something or even tries to speak to you

he even broke down ford's clock so he would be late to your weekly monster's chase

he still as limits of course, ford is his twin brother after all, and it's only little jokes that doesn't harm anyone right ?

will definitly show off with his boxing skills or by putting a nice suit (for exemple the one in the gif) while you all go out together for a party or something, will try to do sport everyday but heh, he is a little bit too old to do those things daily..

gives you his jacket when you are outside with him, even if you aren't cold, when he sees ford's face when he smells his cologne on you while you both work on something, i'ts worth it

gives you flowers and little gifts, puts them on your bed for you to find when you come back

verbally says what he thinks about you, while ford can't even say two lines in a phrase when all he wanted to say is that your outfit was pretty

stanford pines :

he mainly start to realise he likes you when you helped him with his reasearches for a creature, he is amazed by how much you are interested in his work and doesn't hesitate to take you as an assistant and answer all of your questions

man did he regret telling stan's about his feelins for you, now his life is a living hell (sometimes he thinks about going back in the other dimension by how stan can be extremely annoying, really)

you only get free time with him when you are both in the forest to hunt monsters, you talk for hours about many toppics

smarter than stan, he tries to make you more open around him, asking you about personnal stuff and trying to comfort you when things gets too hard for you to tell, he even experienced to make hugs (bc my dude is awkard) and he purposelly hugs you in front of stan while you are crying about something related from your abusive parents, bonus point if you say : "oh ford..what would i do without you..", he would look at his twin, sticking out his tongue in a proud grin, revenge is a plate you eat cold they said

when you are all watching a show on the t-v and that it's his turn to choose the movie, even if he is dying to watch a documentary, he puts an horror movie and sits next to you, watching you take his hand as a loud noises his heard or hugs you if you are too scared

when you both work and you pass out on a table, he first puts his long jacket on you, and if it gets too late, he takes you in his arms to put you in your bed, all while him and stan are having a "who is gonna look the more angry at eachother" contest

when stan swears , he likes to take him back, especially if you don't like that either (or if it's not the right moment or the right place to do those) of course it doesn't stop him for saying : "for fuck's sake" or "fucking little nerd" while you laugh with ford

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geminijade · 1 year

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Seeing Double 🥵🔥

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rangerbarbz · 8 months

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Love Drunk

Disclaimer: This is my first ever published fanfiction. I have been wanting to write for a while, and I have been on a Gravity Falls kick. I really hope y’all enjoy it. I apologize for any grammar mistakes. Thank you so much for reading!

Summary: Ford and reader are college best friends. Reader is in love with Ford, but he doesn’t know. One night, the reader gets drunk and lets some things slip out. This is pure fluff.

You arrived at Ford's dorm room door and knocked on it softly so as not to startle him. You were alone in your dorm due to your roommate and her boyfriend being out for a late-night rendezvous. You decided to ask your best friend, Ford, if it would be okay if you got ready in his room. There was a party going on at one of the frat houses, and you were going to get dolled up at his dorm. You didn't like being alone in your dorm because of some weirdos on your floor, so you often visited Ford in his room when your roommate was gone. To be honest, you were always there just because you enjoyed being there with him.

Ford opened the door and greeted you with a smile on his face. "Hi, Y/N! Come on in. I was just working on some physics homework." He stepped aside so you could enter his dorm. His desk had books all over it along with scattered papers, but the rest of the room was decently clean. Other than some crumpled up paper balls from where he missed the trashcan, it was quite a cozy place.

You smiled up at him. "Thanks so much for letting me come over to get ready, Ford. I promise you it won't take long. I already have everything planned for the look,” you explained, holding up a floral blouse and bell bottom pants. "What do you think?"

Ford laughed. "Well, you know I don't know much about style, but I do think it looks nice. You'll have to beat those frat guys off with a stick," he joked, sitting at his desk.

A slight blush spread over your face while you laughed. "Thank you, Ford. You turned to walk to his bathroom, and sighed when he was out of earshot. You wished you were beating HIM off with a stick (or your hand, either way.) You have liked him ever since you met at freshman orientation; he had thick, dark hair, dorky glasses, and a cute sweater vest. You quickly became friends after having a biology class together. You wanted him to like you so badly.

After you got done getting completely ready, you stepped out of his bathroom. Ford turned around to face you. His eyes widened a bit as he looked at you up and down. "Wow, Y/N," he said. "You look great!" That sickeningly charming smile was once again on his face.

"Really? You think so?" you asked, your heartbeat picking up.

"Yes, I do," he replied. There was a second-lasting silence between you before he said, "Well! Back to the drawing board!" He turned back around to face his homework and started scribbling away.

Your shoulders slumped in disappointment. You walked up behind him and set your chin on the top of his head. "You know, I still could use a plus one," you murmured, hoping you could get him to go with you.

Ford chuckled. "I appreciate the invite Y/N, but you know parties aren't really my crowd. Plus, I got this assignment to finish.” You exhaled out your nose. Why did you even ask? You knew it was a lost cause to get him to notice you.

“Okay, nerd. Suit yourself.” You straightened up and grabbed your purse off his bed. “If I make any bad decisions tonight, I’m blaming you,” you stated, shutting the door behind you.

| Later that Night |

You stumbled down the hallway making your way to Ford’s door. You had had one too many tonight trying to get your unrequited love off your mind. You started knocking on his door before saying in the manliest tone you could come up with, “This is the SWAT team. If you don’t open up, I’ll confiscate the textbooks.” You covered your mouth to keep from making noise.

There was shuffling behind the door. It then opened to reveal a confused looking Ford in plaid pajama pants and a crewneck. “Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed.

You held your hand up to your mouth again feigning a walkie-talkie noise. “Breaker, breaker the dork is here. I repeat, the dork is here. Over.” You could barely get through saying it because of your hiccups.

Ford began laughing. “Are you drunk?” He guided you into his room. If you weren’t wasted, you would be freaking out over the fact his hand was on the small of your back.

You turned to face him. “Sir, you do not ask p-police if they are drunk.”

He smirked. “I thought you were the SWAT?”

You paused for a moment. “Don’t sass me, boy,” you retorted, poking a finger into his arm. What you poked, exactly, was a bicep. “Oh my. I like your arms. They’re like… totally muscular,” you slurred.

Ford’s face went bright red. “Uh, thank you Y/N.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. He was not used to receiving compliments, especially about his appearance. “Here, let’s get you into something more comfortable and get you to bed. I have an extra toothbrush, and you can wash your face in the sink if you’d like.”

“Okie dokie, manly Stan,” you replied, saluting him. Ford giggled and shook his head. While you were finishing up in his bathroom, he placed one of his t-shirts and boxer shorts in a neat, folded pile on the counter beside you.

“I’m sorry if you don’t like the clothes. I haven’t done laundry in a while,” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I like them,” you reassured him. You picked them up and sniffed them comically loud. “They smell like you.” Ford was about as red as a tomato and was going to reply before you started peeling off your clothes in front of him.

“WOAH!” he exclaimed, covering his eyes, and walking back into his room. He wasn’t expecting that and did not want to see you in such a state when you weren’t in the right mindset. (Although, if circumstances were different, he would have been blessed to see you like that.) You put on his pajamas and walked in to see him make a pallet of blankets on the floor.

He smiled fondly at you. “You can sleep on my bed. I fluffed up the pillows for you.” He seemed a little nervous. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grinned back at him and wrapped your arms around his waist. He was hesitant at first, but he returned the embrace. He was warm and you felt protected in his strong arms. If you were sober, you would have melted.

You gazed up at him, sleepiness slowly taking over your body. “Ford?”

“Yes?” His chin was resting atop your head, and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He looked down at you with his big, brown eyes.

You whispered not-so-quietly in his ear, “I love you.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you fell asleep. Ford caught you before you collapsed on the floor. He scooped you up in his arms and placed you on his bed. He pulled the blanket up to your chin and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

“I love you, too.”

| That Next Morning |

Ford held your hair back as you vomited into his toilet. This was not the way you wanted to begin the wee hours of the day. You couldn’t remember a thing from last night. After you were done, you drank the glass of water he offered you.

“Ford, I am so sorry about this,” you apologized, holding the side of your head in your hand. “I appreciate you taking care of me last night.” You looked over at him. “I probably would be in much worse shape without you.” You smiled warmly at you. God, he looked so good right now. His hair was tousled, and he was still in his pajamas.

“No. It’s absolutely no problem. I promise you,” he replied, gazing at you. You could’ve sworn he looked at your lips. “Um, there is something I need to ask you though… Did you mean what you said last night?” His eyes were full of hope, but you didn’t know why.

“Ah, what exactly did I say last night?” you questioned. You were wracked with anxiety over what his response would be.

A blush travelled across his face. “Well,” he let out a dry laugh, “this is hard to say. Um, you told me you loved me.”

Your chest tightened, and you put your head between your knees. “Oh my god. You weren’t supposed to hear that-“

“Did you mean it?” Ford interrupted you. You lifted your head up to meet his eyes. They looked sad now.

You sighed. “Yes, I did. I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way. I just hope we can still be friends,” you rambled.

“Who said I didn’t feel the same way?” he asked you quietly. He was smiling from ear to ear.

You gasped. “Are you serious right now? Like you aren’t joking with me?” This could not be real. There was no way the guy of your dreams reciprocated your feelings.

“Of course not. Why would I joke about that? I’ve always loved you. Just been too much of a coward to tell you.” As he was talking, he was looking at the ground, tracing the grout between the tiles with his finger. “You’re the kindest and most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. It would be statistically improbable for me NOT to fall in love with you. Trust me. I did the math.”

You laughed, and now you were the one blushing. “That was the sweetest and dorkiest thing anybody has ever said to me.” You scooted your hand towards his and intertwined your fingers together. It felt nice. “So, what other things did I confess to you last night?” you asked.

He laughed and rested his arm behind you. His six-fingered hand squeezed your shoulder. “Oh don’t even get me started.”

| THE END|

Author’s Note: Would y’all like a part two? I would be happy to make this into a series.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #ford pines x reader #imagine #fluff #grunkle ford #pines family #stanley pines #grunkle stan #x reader #pines twins

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milks-thoughts · 1 year

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recently found She-Wolf by Shakira 👁️👁️

YKNOW WHAT I GOTTA DO GUYS, reader is still gender neutral despite the name (Istg if you take me using mate and make it weird I WILL COME FOR YOUR ORGANS)

summary: Rise boys with a wolf yokai reader (reader uses a cloaking broach)

TW: violence in Donnies part nothing too bad

SOS she’s in disguise

🌕 None of the boys knew, they all were in the dark

🌕 The reason you kept it hidden is because on full moons, you tend to lose your sense of self

🌕 you could speak, but it was just…creepy

🌕 Donnie was closest to figuring out, followed by Leo, Mikey, Raph

🌕 You were fighting with them when you looked up and saw the full moon

🌕 is was so…brilliant. Your cloaking broach fell off your wrist and you were shown in all you greatness

🌕 only, your soft eyes were replaced with hard ones (think like when 2012 TMNT gets serious, how they go all white)

Raph

He stepped back, hiding his brothers behind his large frame. His S/O lied to him, and it hurt but that wasn’t the main focus. You were a wolf yokai, your form was as tall as he was. His tail thumped on the floor behind him as he got ready to fight, he watched as you turned and sniffed the air “ pack..? “ came your voice, it was distorted and small. Your tail slumped on the floor as you walked, pushing past Raph, who was very confused. And focusing on Mikey your pawed hands started checking him over for injuries, licking of any access dirt. Once you decided Mikey was okay you moved onto both the twins, growling once you came to Donnie’s battleshell, they all gripped their weapons before Donnie paused and walked a bit away from you and purposefully skinned his arm on the wall. Your ears lifted and you came bounding over, corralling him back to his twin before starting to clean licking the wound (which was disgusting, like ew stop). Leo watched in horror as Donnie took off his battleshell. You growled at the metal before you sniffed at his shell, poking at prodding with your soft hands, like you had a piece of you left, you were careful with his shell. Once you deemed everyone well you spun around and hunkered down next to Raph, your boyfriend (your mate). He pet your head and you preened under his touch

Leon

OKAY SO what’s one thing Leo expected from his partner? weird obsession? yeah, that’s normal. animal skeletons? weird…but okay. dating him because you liked he was a turtle? yeah, that’s happened before. that was weird. his partner being a werewolf? yeah pro- WAIT WHAT-??? He stared at your hunkering form, you were as big as Raph so it was definitely intimidating. He was the second youngest, the almost baby. his older twin shifted to stand in front of him as you stared at them “ heyyyy…? you good? “ he asked from behind Donnie, who was behind Raph. You stared through them basically and started walking towards the group, shuffling through the older two eventually finding Leo you even pushed past him and looked at Mikey, he had a bloody forehead that was causing his mask to look more like Raphs. You whimpered and started to lean the wound, you were semi-concerned about the rest of the pack but this was the pup of the pack, he was so small and young. now that didn’t make him weak but he’s definitely a pup. you whimpered and worried about him. Donnie hummed as you forced Mikey to lay down and you laid on him. Leo smiled and plopped onto you, you looked up and pressed your nose against him, your mate (boyfriend) recoiled from the touch before leaning down and clonking your foreheads together gently.

Donnie

It was terrifying, you glared at the foot recruits and attacked, blood coating your jaws and dripping from you face wounds. There were some that died fast, either their neck being broken, their body being torn in two, or their throat simply being ripped out. But one of them, one of them was torn apart limb by limb. Donnie remembers them, they were the one that tore apart his battleshell. Once you were done mutilating the poor recruit you turned and hesitatingly walked foreword, seeing if Raph would chase you off. Since he was the oldest, he was the alpha (contrary to popular belief, the alpha is the oldest pair in the pack. Or in this case, oldest one) seeing as he didn’t you approached Donnie, sniffing and poking at him before growling at his battleshell. It was foreign, it wasn’t natural. Leo readied for a fight as you lifted a claw and carefully touched the battleshell, your claw indenting it a bit. You recoiled and looked at Donnie to make sure he was okay. Donnie was hesitant before opening his battleshell and dropping it to the ground, it slammed and hissed. You looked at the bruised part of his shell and carefully started licking it. He pulled away from you and glared, you scrunched back and whimpered. Your face apologetic, Donnie caved in and sat down letting you lick it and try to make it better. It wasn’t too bad in fact he liked the pressure it was just unexpected and it scared him. You huffed in a weird annoyance as your mates back wouldn’t clean. frustrating.

Mikey

You left as soon as you transformed, your figured could be seen jumping away. Everyone hesitated “ we should go after them! “ Mikey glared at Raph, “ they can handle themselves. “ Mikey huffed to his older brothers, who simply looked away “ yeah but hermano- what if they hurt someone? “ Leo added before getting bomped on the head by Raph. “ They’re on 4th street if we do want to go after them “ Mikey looked at his purple clad brother “ you put a tracker on them?! “ he screeched with anger before quickly turning “ fine. let’s go after them “ they all nodded and started following the directions Donnie was dishing out. Eventually finding you plopped down on a roof, staring up at the moon, whimpering. Mikey was the first to approach you, a growl ripped from your throat before you could stop it, you ears fell and you looked away quickly. Shame eating away at your stomach for growling at your mate. He placed a hand on your shoulder before pushing you slightly, causing your tail to wag before you chased him around the rooftop and his brothers. At some point Leo joined in and left a very anxious Raph and a uncaring Donnie. Mikey tumbled over you causing you two to just lay there in comfort as Leo carefully joined on laying down. Raph taking his spot watching over his brothers as Donnie laid down next to Leo. It was comfortable. Eventually everyone fell asleep, which ended in you guys almost getting spotted. And getting scolded by Splints.

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #fluff #rottmnt raph #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #yes. Leo is the younger twin #stan younger twin Leo

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side-shuffling-hyperfixations · 10 months

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Let Me Count The Ways

Summary: Stan wonders why his family thinks he's worth a celebration. Ford takes their birthday as an opportunity to remind him of so many reasons.

“You’re strong.”

“Well, that goes without saying. Look at these arms!”

“You’re resilient and brave, even if it is to the point of recklessness—”

“Yeah, and how many times has it saved your skin?”

“And on that note, while I may not always appreciate it in the moment, I can’t deny the potency and effectiveness of your protective streak.”

“Isn’t that kinda just like saying the same thing twice? Come on, Poindexter, you’ve got a big brain and an even bigger mouth for all this waxing poetic but I doubt even you can come up with sixty-something reasons I’m apparently so great or worth celebrating.”

“Is that a challenge, Stanley?”

“Uh, no? But you’re probably going to take it as one anyway, aren’t you? If you’re really that invested in swelling my head up as big as these balloons, feel free to keep trying, I guess—”

“Very well then, I will, considering the fact that I still have a plethora of wonderful things to say about you! You’re shrewd and savvy, and not just as a businessman crunching the numbers. No matter the situation, you continue to think outside the box and look at things from distinctive, fresh angles. Your unique perspective and insights always find a way to surprise me.”

“Heh. That’s me, Mr. Full of Surprises!”

“You’re creative and offbeat. Your humor may not be very opportune or to my particular taste but I have to admit—”

“Aha, so you do think I’m funny! Yes, yes, I knew it! Trust me, I’m gonna remember you said that!”

“I didn’t even get to finish what I—”

“Don’t have to! A ‘have to admit’ is good enough for me to hold it over your head next time you try to say my puns are terrible.”

“The puns are terrible.”

“You’re smiling!”

“Never mind that I’m smiling, let me make my point! What I was going to say is that I can’t fault your enthusiasm. When you’re at your best, your happiest, your spirit is infectious. You’re…uncontainable. You inspire me.”

“Ahh, geez, anything but inspiring! Lord knows you don’t need me feeding any more of your crazy ideas!”

“Haha, perhaps not—but if or when those ideas take any unfortunate turns, I can trust that you’ll be right there to face them with me. I’ve never known anyone else to have such unshakeable loyalty…even for those who may not deserve it.”

“Wha—Hey, don’t say that. You do, you deserve it.”

“Just as you deserve to be acknowledged for it. You deserve to be appreciated; you deserve to be thanked.”

“You’ve already thanked me.”

“I can never thank you enough, Stanley—for all of it, everything you’ve done for me. Everything you are to me.”

“You…Ford, come on…You don’t have to get all serious about it.”

“I am serious. It may not look or feel like much to you but don’t forget, I wouldn’t be here—I probably wouldn’t have survived to see this birthday if it weren’t for your hard work, your care, your determination, forgiveness and faith, your heart.”

“…Ugh, you really do go for a plethora, don’t you? You don’t have to make such a big deal out of…I mean, what else was I supposed to do, just let you go? There really wasn’t much reason to celebrate our birthday without you.”

“I suppose you’re right. I wouldn’t be here to celebrate you properly.”

“T-That’s not what I meant, stop turning it around on me!”

“Why? This is what we agreed, isn’t it? We agreed to be more open with what we’re feeling and this is it. I know perfectly well how much love you have to give, how much you always give for this family. Now I need you to know how grateful I am to be included in it, to be one of the people you love—to be one of the people who get to love you too. If it takes sixty-something reasons to convince you, that’s what I’m here to do.”

“…”

“And this time, when I thank you, I mean every word. I’m—truly, I’m so grateful, and so glad, and so honored to be your brother.”

“…”

“Stanley? Are you—?”

“…Jerk.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Jerk. You and all your words. Y-You know there’s no way I can top a speech like that.”

“Heheh, yes, well, I wouldn’t ask you to try. There is something else you have that I don’t; it will be a much more beneficial gift to me than words.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“Your healthy appetite. I need you to polish off what’s left of this cake before Mabel tries to push one more slice down my throat. It’s even more saccharine than my speech.”

#gravity falls #fanfiction #stanford pines #stanley pines #stan twins #happy birthday #brotherly bonding #brotherly love #fluff #self indulgent

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ghostkaat · 1 year

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pioneer day in 2013

#grunkle ford #grunkle stan #ford pines #stan pines #stan twins #sea grunkles #gravity falls #if i'm being honest #this was just an excuse to draw fluff

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alextwdgf01 · 1 year

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A sketch I've been meaning to draw I finally did.

Been discussing with friends on Discord the scene for this and it would be during Stan and Ford's birthday (making Ford around 6 months along). After enjoying some delicious (but slightly burnt) cake, they went for a little walk in the woods.

They wound up taking a break resting against a tree and Bun was kicking.

#please don't tag as Stanc//t

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thereareeyesinsidethetrees · 7 months

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note: might rewrite this at some point. one night/day isn't really a lot of time for writing, y'know? (at least in terms of multichapter fics)

warnings for: injury, blood, self-harm, suicide attempt, and some rather unpleasant to read dialogue

no character death, though!

also, yes, there will be a second chapter for this later in the month (and probably also more after that, not entirely sure yet. i would like to write his recovery if possible)

#whumptober2023 #lyric #no. 2 #“I'll call out your name but you won't call back.”#“They don't care about you.”#gravity falls #fanfiction #injury #blood #self-harm #suicide attempt tw #oh wow these tags are a lot. glad i get to smother the stan twins with fluff after the second chapter #ford pines #...can i really tag stan for this #he can get tagged in the second chapter

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elishevart · 2 years

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Seen this a while back. Mable knitted them matching sweaters. Griffin Ford is extra proud and doing a little mlem.

Hope you like!

#beast of gravity falls au #gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #griffin ford #griford #mlem #sweater twins!#pines twins #dr stan pines #owl griffin #fluff boy #fanart #ford pines #stan pines #big bro #lil bro

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ellerosie2332 · 2 years

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hi ! can i request something for chris evans x stan!reader (seb's sister) and romantic between r and chris, maybe r has been having a rough time lately, feeling anxious in general and just sad and overwhelmed and both chris and seb are worried about her and plan to do something to cheer her up, maybe a movie night with her comfort movies and r is just so grateful for having them both and she cries and there's hugs and just fluffy hurt/comfort 🤍 thank you so much in advance! have a great day/night wherever you are!

Chris Evans x Stan!Reader

(A/N: The song is Control by Zoe Wees. Song lyrics in pink. I absolutely loved this request. I got a bit carried away with it but I stuck to your main idea. I hope you enjoy it.)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Anxiety attack, Talks of misogyny in the music industry, Angst, Fluff, Romanian thanks to Google Translate.

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You, your brother and your boyfriend were all in Boston. With the three of you acting for a living, you weren’t often in the same place at the same time. Sebastian is your twin brother, you have been inseparable since birth. Your mother adored the bond the two of you shared. It was especially helpful when the three of you escaped communist Romania when you were eight.

You moved to Vienna for four years before eventually moving to New York. This caused a lot of anxiety between the pair of you but it was like you were each other’s therapy. There were no secrets between the two of you and you could read each other like a book. Your stepfather was the headmaster at your’s and Sebastian’s school and soon enough the anxiety calmed down.

As you got older, you both expressed an interest in the arts, specifically acting. Your mother also taught you the piano from a young age and one day you hoped to release a few songs. Both of your careers were going great, granted you weren’t world famous but you both were happy with your jobs and made a decent living. Your mother was more than proud of the both of you and would go to see everything either of you were in, even if you were just an extra.

For about nine years, there were roles here or there with Sebastian being in Gossip Girl and The Covenant; and you being in Mean Girls, eventually you were both cast in two major films.

Sebastian was cast as Bucky Barnes, in Captain America: The First Avenger. Originally, he auditioned for Steve Rogers, but was just as excited to get Bucky. At a similar time you auditioned for a role in the movie Thor. You too got cast and ended up with the role of Freyja, Thor and Loki’s sister and Goddess of War.

The two films caused the pair of you to be apart for long periods of time. This was hard for the both of you. With the distance and keeping secrets from each other due to your contracts, you found yourselves arguing more often. That was until your mother got involved and with a sharp, trageți vă și fiți liniștiți. Mă doare capul.’ From your mother, soon caused the two of you to stop. (pull yourselves together, you are giving me a headache.)

When the movies came out, you both went to each other’s movies, you finally got to meet Chris Evans, who your brother had been going on about and a few other cast members. The same for when Thor came out, you especially introduced him to Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston. You also told Sebastian you would replace him with Tom, which promptly caused your mother to hit that back of your head.

When you were contacted for The Avengers and Sebastian wasn’t, you could see how that affected him. Bucky had been killed off and even though Seb knew he would be filming again, he didn't know when.

When filming, you got closer to Chris Evans, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him but he was dating Minka Kelly at the time so you never pursued anything.

That and the last time you went out with one of Seb’s friends, it didn’t end very well. You dated his co-star Chace Crawford, and initially, Seb was excited for the pair of you. Everything was going great but fast, eventually after a nasty argument, the two of you called it quits. Despite you telling Sebastian that your break up didn't have to affect their friendship, for a few years the two of them barely spoke, Sebastian having an alliance with you.

You knew that Seb would never want you and Chris to date so for a few years up until Avengers:Infinity War, nothing happened. You both casually dated and were really good friends, but everything remained platonic. That all came to a halt though when for a scene, Freyja had to kiss Steve Rogers. Both of you were professionals and to start with, neither of you were nervous. It wasn’t your first on screen kiss and it probably wouldn’t be your last.

The two of you performed the scene and when it got to the kiss, neither of you could pull away. Cut had been yelled multiple times and both you and Chris hadn’t heard it. Eventually, when you both pulled away, laughter could be heard on set. Relationships were allowed on set between actors as long as they went through HR.

The only person who wasn’t overly pleased was Sebastian, however, it didn't take him long to support you both when he saw how happy you made each other.

During the pandemic a few years later, you and Chris had already moved in together. You both lived in Boston which was Chris’s hometown and only an hour flight away from your Mom and Sebastian. Whilst in lockdown, you and Chris ended up engaged. You both decided to wait until the pandemic was over to start planning the wedding. Especially after reading the horror stories online about how people had to keep canceling their weddings.

Everything was going perfectly for all you until it wasn’t

Everyone was coming out of lockdown and everything was starting to open up again. During the pandemic, you had facetimed with Sebastian everyday. Even though separation became easier as you grew older, there were still times when you needed your twin brother.

You went from being used to being inside with Chris and Dodger, to back to the real world. If anything, you forgot how persistent the paparazzi could be. You could feel the childhood anxiety rise up again. The feeling like you were always on the edge of a panic attack and that your legs would disappear from underneath you.

You decided that you wanted to focus more on music then acting for a while and you had been writing down a few ideas that you had. Sebastian was staying with you and Chris for a while. Pam and Tommy had just been released and so had Fresh. Seb had just finished Fresh and you asked him to stay when Chris went to go film Ghosted.

It had been a long time since you had spent some time with your twin and Seb came to Boston about two weeks before Chris left as the two of them hadn’t seen each other in so long.

“So what movie we watching?” Chris asked as he sat down next to me, throwing his arm behind me and Seb sat a little further away, the other side of me. The three of you decided on Ghostbusters. Halfway through the movie, you got a phone call from your manager, quietly excusing yourself you took the phone call.

“Hey Laura, what's up?” You answered.

“Hey Y/N, listen I talked to the producers and they don’t like a few of the records.”

“What?” You felt your heart drop.

“I think they are great but the producers think they are missing something. I know you and I know you will come up with something great. We can put these songs on the deluxe album.”

“Yeah. I guess I can write something else. Leave with me thanks Laura.”

“Bye Y/N.”

You hung up the phone and felt a sob rise in your throat. Trying to stay quiet as you felt a panic attack coming on you moved even further through the house. You ended up in your and Chris’ bedroom. You kept replaying the conversation in your head. All you could hear was that the producers didn’t like it.

Little did you know, as you were spiraling, Chris and Seb were wondering where you were. They couldn’t hear you talking on the phone so they got up to look for you. They looked everywhere until they heard you whimpering in your bedroom.

Chris went straight in, Seb lingering slightly at the door until he saw your shaking figure on the bed. Both men rushed up to you and engulfed you in a hug. It broke both their hearts to see you in that state.

“What happened Love?” Chris asked gently but you could barely breathe, let alone try to respond.

“Let me try.” Seb whispered over your head. “inspirați și expirați pentru mine Y/N. În și în afara.”Sebastian murmed to you in Romanian. (Breathe in and out for me Y/N, In and out.)

This helped you calm down quite a bit, hearing your twin brother speak to you in your first language. Chris was looking at the two of you in confusion. He knew a little Romanian but not alot.

Eventually you felt calm enough to talk. “The producers didn’t like my music. They think it is missing something.” You managed to tell them.

“Oh, Y/N/N.” Chris sighed. He felt your pain at that moment. He had seen how hard you had worked to write those songs and how nervous you were to go out in public just to get to the studio to record. He also saw how you were treated differently because you were a woman. Having anxiety himself, he knows how much criticism can knock someone’s confidence.

Seb on the other hand looked fuming. All throughout your careers, he had seen you be paid less, not listened to creatively and been undermined publicly, compared to him. He could feel physical pain watching you yet again be treated unfairly. He had heard your songs and he knew they were great, he just didn’t know why the label couldn’t agree.

“So you know what we’re gonna do?” Seb asked you. You shook your head. “We’re gonna finish Ghostbusters, then you are gonna write an incredible song and prove to them that you can write a great record. Keep a hold of your songs they didn’t like and once your contract runs out with them, me and Chris are gonna help you set up your own label. You decide what gets released.” Seb told you. You latched onto your brother and fiancé feeling really lucky in that moment.

*Four Months Later*

You walked out onto the stage as Jimmy Fallon called out your name.

“Y/N, it’s great to see you! Thanks for coming.” Jimmy greeted you.

“Thank you for having me Jimmy.”

“So, Y/N, you have had a jam packed lockdown. Getting engaged and writing an album!” You heard the audience cheer when Jimmy mentioned your engagement.

“Yeah, it’s definitely been busy.”

“So, you were quarantined with your fiancé Chris Evans and you announced your engagement. How's the wedding planning?”

“It’s going alright. We have more stuff planned now then during lockdown as we wanted to make sure that nothing would be canceled.”

“That’s a good idea, well congratulations.” Jimmy cheered. “So you have a new song out called ‘Control’, what's the story behind that?”

“Well, I have struggled with anxiety since I was a kid. Back then it wasn’t really noticed and with the help of my brother it was under control, however, during the lockdown it started to get worse again.” You took a deep breath. “When restrictions were lifted and Seb had a break for a month or two, Chris was going away filming so I invited him to Massachusetts. Just before Chris left, I had a big anxiety attack. The way both Sebastian and Chris supported me, inspired me to write ‘Control.’” You explained.

“That’s amazing that they inspired you.” Jimmy praised. He then cut it to a break and you got ready to perform. WHen they came back, Jimmy introduced you again.

“So now performing her new song ‘Control’, It’s Y/N Stan.” You took a breath before starting to play the piano.

Early in the morning I still get a little bit nervous

Fightin' my anxiety constantly, I try to control it

Even when I know it's been forever I can still feel the spin

Hurts when I remember and I never wanna feel it again

Don't know if you get it 'cause I can't express how thankful I am

That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

Sometimes I still think it's coming but I know it's not

Tryin' to breathe in and then out but the air gets caught

'Cause even though I'm older now and I know how to shake off the past

I wouldn't have made it if I didn't have you holding my hand

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

I need you to know, I would never be this strong without you

You've seen how I've grown, you took all my doubts, 'cause you were home

I don't wanna lose control

There's nothing I can do anymore

I don't wanna lose control, oh-oh-oh-oh

Nothing I can do anymore (anymore), anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

When you finished you took a deep breath as the live audience applauded you. When Jimmy ended the show, Chris and Sebastian came from the front row and made their way over.

“I’m so proud of you.” Sebastian praised. You couldn’t help the smile that took over. “Mulțumesc Sebastian.”

Seb walked away, leaving you with Chris. “That was amazing Sweetheart.”

“Thank you Baby.” Chris leant down to kiss you and you felt the fireworks you felt the first time he kissed you.

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Back to Back Birthday Boys 💕💞

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when you're trying to look threatening but u cute

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rangerbarbz · 7 months

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What Are We?

Disclaimer: Welcome to the third part of my series! I am so happy that this story has been receiving love. It means so much to me <3

Summary: As the reader and Ford have their first kiss since admitting feelings to each other, they must answer some questions about their relationship

You struggled to put your keys into the lock of your dorm room door. Ford was peppering kisses along the side of your face as he held you from behind. His strong arms were wrapped around your torso, and his chest was pressed against your back. It was so comforting to be in his arms. The height difference made you feel even cozier.

“Ford, I can’t focus on unlocking this door if you keep doing that,” you chastised him playfully.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to continue this in the hallway then,” he murmured in your ear. As he said that, you pushed open the door, and you two entered your room. Thankfully your roommate wasn’t there because as soon as that door closed, you were pinned against it. He had put his hands on your hips and swapped positions with you so that he was facing you before pressing you gently against the door.

His lips quickly found yours and kissed them passionately. His hands moved up your waist to cup your face in his hands. You ran your hands across his muscular arms to his shoulders and into his hair. It was so soft. You tugged at it slightly earning a small moan from him.

Dear Lord.

Ford separated from the kiss to look at you. “I’m so sorry if that was forward. I just can’t get enough of you,” he breathed. His face was flustered, and his hair had been severely ruffled. His pupils were dilated again. You were starting to get bashful from the way he was looking at you. His eyes were filled with desire. “You have no idea how long I wanted to do that,” he said, a grin forming on his face.

You smiled. “You have no idea how long I wanted you to do that to me.”

He chuckled. Then, his face turned serious. “Was that a good kiss? Was I too forceful?” You could tell that he was genuinely concerned as to whether he did good or not. (You made sure to make a mental note of that.)

You laughed. “Ford. That. Was. Spectacular.” He smiled at you, the skin around his eyes making the cutest crinkles.

“I’m so glad you thought so, Y/N. I don’t know what took over me. I guess I was just too eager to be kissed by you,” he said, putting his hand behind his neck.

You giggled as you climbed on your bed. You patted on the blanket next to you, gesturing for him to sit down. “Park it, cutie, I have some questions to ask you.” He gave you a toothy smile and sat criss-cross applesauce across from you. “I love answering questions! Ask away.” Ford placed his elbows on his thighs and set his head in his hands.

“Okay, well, how was Ford Pines’ official first kiss?” you asked wiggling your eyebrows. “Was it what you hoped it would be?” Hopefully it was good. You were a bit rusty on kissing since the last guy you kissed was your high school boyfriend.

“Oh, Y/N, it was phenomenal,” he responded dreamily. “How do people not kiss all the time? I want to kiss you every second of every day now.” He inched closer to your face and gave you a quick peck. “That means you’ll be getting 86,400 kisses, so be prepared.”

You couldn’t help beaming back at him. He made you feel like a schoolgirl with a huge crush. “Alright, I’ll make sure to buy a life supply of ChapStick if that’s the case.” You took a deep breath. Now you were getting into the more complicated questions. “So,” you said, intertwining your hands with his. “What are we?”

His eyebrows furrowed back at you in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well, we have confessed our feelings about each other, went on a date, and had a wonderful first kiss…”

“Yes, we did,” Ford sighed, kissing you on your forehead.

“Okay, so…Are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

Ford pulled back and looked at you. “I mean,” he started, “I will be whatever you want me to be, dear. If I can be near you, I am content. However, if you don’t feel the same, I will give you the space you need. I am your clay; mold me how you want me to be. I will be okay.” His response was so sincere it made your eyes start welling up with tears.

“Oh, Ford.” You threw your arms around his neck and peppered kisses all over his face. “I want to be with you. I want to be your girlfriend. I want to tell the world about us. I want everyone to know how in love I am with Ford Pines,” you declared. Ford used his thumbs to wipe away your tears and held your face in his big hands. You leaned into his left one and planted a soft kiss against his palm.

“Then that settles it. We are boyfriend and girlfriend,” he responded, kissing you on your lips. It was a sweet, tender kiss. You were no longer crying and could only focus on how his lips felt against yours.

“I am so glad you feel the same,” you said looking into his big brown eyes. You sat up straight again. “Okay, so I do have some more questions for you.”

“Shoot,” Ford said, listening intently.

“Am I your first girlfriend?” You were afraid to ask the question because you didn’t want to embarrass him, but you wanted to gauge his romantic experience. You figured there wasn’t a lot.

“Ah, yes,” he mumbled. “Never have been smooth with the ladies, unfortunately.” He laughed awkwardly. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way because I’m honored to have you as my first everything.” He smiled fondly at you. You just wanted to smother him in affection.

“You are just too cute,” you giggled. His face grew red. “I wish I could say the same. I dated this dude in highschool for two years. He broke up with me before we graduated because he wanted ‘the real college experience,’” you mocked, putting up air quotations.

Ford chuckled dryly. “That is his loss completely,” he said. “Were you upset?”

You sighed. “Yeah, he broke my heart. I thought he was going to be my forever person,” you replied looking down at your hands. Ford was rubbing his thumb against the back of your smaller hand. It was comforting. “The first day of freshman orientation, I was not excited. That is until I saw you; it was magnetic. I just felt it in my gut that you were going to be in my life.”

You looked into his eyes, and now Ford was the sappy one. He wiped away a single tear. “Oh gosh. I’m sorry. I’m normally not this emotional.” You shushed him and wrapped him in a hug, pressing a kiss against his temple.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart,” you reassured him. “I do have one more thing to ask you, though. I’m like 99% sure I know the answer, but I just wanted to make sure.”

“Go ahead.”

“Are you a virgin?”

His face went bright red. “Yes,” he squeaked out.

“Ford, that is nothing to be ashamed of. I figured that. I mean I was your first kiss and girlfriend. I just wanted to make sure. There is nothing wrong with not having sex,” you told him. “I will tell you; I am not a virgin. Does that bother you? You can be honest.” You were a bit anxious about his answer.

“No, of course not. It doesn’t bother me that you’ve had sex. I just hope I live up to your standards,” he said meekly.

You were baffled. “Ford, you could have the sex skills of a trout, and it would still be better than my ex.” Ford busted out laughing, and you began laughing with him. “So don’t feel bad if it takes time for you to get used to sex. It’s all about communication and what feels good to you. My ex was a very selfish love maker and did not care about my needs,” you explained.

“That is such a relief. Thank you for being patient with me, Y/N,” he replied. “I promise you I will cater to your every need.” He began kissing along your jawline. “A body as divine as yours deserves to be worshipped,” he whispered in your ear. A throbbing sensation started in your lower half.

This was going to be a good semester, alright.

Author’s Note: Be prepared for Ford Pines munch bf

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syrma-sensei · 6 months

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→ Hot Under The Helmet.

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pairing: soldier boy/ben x wife!reader.

rating: explicit.

warning: ben's pov, horny and angry ben, dom/sub undertones, aggressive sex, piv, fingering, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, glove kink, eventual fluff, antiquated mentality...

word count: 2.2k

summary: fucking his wife is the best way to ease his mind.

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Soldier Boy didn't head back to his quarters in Vought's tower when the damned mission was over. He didn't want to spend another minute with his pathetic excuse of a fucking team nor did he want to be in the tower. He scoffed. A bunch of fucking clowns in a fucking circus. Sometimes he wondered if Vought picked them on purpose for the sake of insulting him and his legacy.

Instead, Soldier Boy made his way straight back home. He'd been on duty for a couple of weeks, accompanied with his teammates and other government soldiers as a backup to their mission — not that he needed either but protocols and marketing and Vought's bullshit.

Long story short, and as expected, The Twins fucked up, Noir tried to be the hero of the day, Swatto a fucking idiot, Mind Storm and Gunpowder fucking useless, Countess a fucking bitch. He had to handle it all by himself and fix everything his teammates dicked with. And he was pissed. Fuming. Raging. All he was seeing was red. And he could do nothing about it.

When Vought promised him a team to lead, he expected to have seasoned soldiers who knew how shit was done. Warriors who respected the missions and honoured their duty and privileged their country. Instead, he got fucking spoiled children to babysit. He wasn't in charge. The irony. His fucking helmet of forty years of dedication and service for this country granted him no say at the matter. It was fine, he'd tried to convince himself. He took it upon himself to train them and mould them into formidable soldiers like he was but to no avail. The fucking idiots thought the job was only to wave their hands and pose for fucking cameras at movie premieres!

Soldier Boy grumbled when he stepped inside one of his many properties. The one he shared with his wife. Their penthouse; their home. His pretty, little wife. He let a small smile slip into his lips when a mix of aromatic whiffs permeated his nostrils, his superhuman sense of smell enhanced the savoury scent. His stomach grumbled. Fuck did he really miss his wife's delicious cooking. Suddenly, his fury began to cease. Soldier Boy clicked his helmet off of his head absent-mindedly and set his shield aside before his lips quirked into a wicked grin.

It'd been a fucking fortnight since he saw her. Touched her. Fucked her. He was surrounded by dicks for far too long, and he craved pussy. Her pussy. He was consumed by the urge of destroying her cunt. And she'd love it. She'd always had. She liked it rough. She liked him ruining her, and leaving her unable to sit right for days. And she even dared to chide him when he went easy on her at the beginning of their relationship.

“I'm not fucking fragile, Ben. Don't you hold back.” She'd told him.

He smirked. She had no idea what he had in store for her tonight.

With many many years of experience under his belt, Soldier Boy stealthed his way to the kitchen where his wife was swaying her hips and humming a song as she bent over to check on the ribs she was roasting in the oven. Ben smiled proudly. He never let her do that job. The grilling. It was a man's job, the husband's job. So, to accommodate his wishes, she came up with this idea. To cook that kinda food in other ways. And being the expert cook she was, she did it extraordinarily.

His dulled eyes came to life with a lick of lust swirling within the green of his eyes when he traced the curve of her perfect ass. Fuck, his trousers began to feel too tight to his liking. Little did she know that she had a stirred brute standing behind her, waiting for the right moment to pounce on his prey.

Turning on her heels gracefully, a surprised gasp escaped her throat when her dilated eyes landed on her beloved husband. He was still in his supe gear except for his helmet and shield.

“Ben!” She trilled with a big smile, trying to balance herself from the surprise; he was hours early, “Welcome back, honey! Didn't think you'd be early—”

He cut her off with a burning kiss. Hungry and possessive. How he could cross the kitchen to her in such agility was still behind her. He smelled like earth and dust, blood and sweat. He smelled like a man should. Like a soldier should. Her core throbbed at his virile odour. His stubble grew bigger, and she liked how it brushed coarsely against her palms when she cupped his cheeks to kiss him back. She giggled against his mouth when his strong hands grasped her waist and lifted her up effortlessly and sat her at the countertop.

She clung to his neck, their kiss nourishing with vigour. His lips left hers temporarily to loosen her apron and toss it aside, then he removed her blouse and unclasped her bra. Ben crushed her lips again, his rough-padded hands kneading her tits, thumbs aggressively flicking her hardening nipples. His thumbnails grazing crescents on her darkening areolas. Ben's lips split mischievously when she let a wanton moan. His grin widened when the smell of her arousal reached his nose. Fuck. He loved it. He could already taste that on his tongue.

“Fuck, Ben!” She groaned when one of his hands trailed down to her shorts and slipped beneath her panties. He smirked when she instantly smeared his fingertips wet with her arousal. He let his gloves on; he knew she loved it when his gloved fingers fucked her relentlessly. She liked it when they were knuckles-deep inside of her, with the rims of his fingerless gloves grazing her clit. The little slut. She also liked when he fucked her in his supe suit. She took pleasure in submitting to his power. To him. He was a man worth submitting to after all, and he'd earned hers.

“Hmh, those fourteen days were rough on you, weren't they, baby girl?” He mocked, thick fingers spreading her folds open roughly. He loved to tease her and turn her into a mess. He relished in it.

She nodded hastily. It took a measured press of his thumb on her clit to turn her into putty in his hand. “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes, Sir,” She whined, legs parting wider for him, “They were brutal.” She sobbed, burying her face in his powerful neck when he twisted his finger just right, her ankle snapped. He added another finger and she mewled.

“Ben, Ben! Sir, please!” She shrieked in delight, hands clutching at his gear. She gushed on his fingers and he fucked her through her high. He felt the tremble of legs. He was going to force another one from her. She should have asked for permission. She wasn't in control. He was.

She gasped when he didn't stop, “Ben, please don't—!” She squeezed her thighs shut, an attempt to cease the searing pleasure between her legs. His fingers were raw against her flesh. It brought tears to her eyes.

“Now you want me to stop?” He sneered with a drawl, curling a finger inside, her walls tightened in response. “Your pretty pussy doesn't.”

Her teeth sank into her lower lip, before she gazed up at him through half-hooded eyes, moaning, “Don't stop!”

Fuck, that shouldn't have surprised him. But it did. Fuck. She was really a slut. His pretty slut. She was practically inviting him to break her. Oh, he would. Deliciously so.

She squealed when he coaxed another orgasm from her. Begging him to fuck her more like a bitch in a heat.

“Holy fuck, baby, your pussy is squeezing my fingers tight!” He chuckled maliciously as he curled his knuckles again then pulled out.

With pearlescent tears adorning her eyes, she took his thumb into her mouth when he pressed it to her lips. Fuck, the way she twirled her tongue around his digit made him half-tempted to fuck her throat. He could do that later. Now, all he wanted was to fuck that needy, slutty pussy raw.

Ben shifted her up and flipped her on her stomach, her hot breasts squeezing against the cold marble. Shoving her shorts and panties down, he took in the sight of her ruined pussy. She was soaking, her arousal oozed from her opening down to her thighs in small rivulets. Unabashedly inviting him to feast on it. And how could he reject such an invitation? In a moment, he was on his knees, mouth wrapped around her slit, sipping from the sweet honey she had to offer. Seemed the act surprised her as she jerked in stupor with a squawk.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her knuckles went white when she grabbed on the edges of the countertop as he ate her out like a man starved.

The new gruff hairs on his face burned deliciously against her skin as his tongue flicked assiduously against her swollen clit. He lapped her heat with a flattened tongue before invading her sensitive drawers, slurping her through the mess of her dew and his spit.

“Ben…I'm cumming again!” She tried to utter, but all that came out of her mouth was a broken whisper.

Smirking again, he unbridled the wonders his tongue could do, and she was undone again; his soddend beard was a proof of what he could do to her.

He licked her clean, and her overstimulated cunt shivered every time his tongue made contact with her flesh. She was trying to catch her breath up there, but he couldn't let her. He wasn't done with her yet. He had yet to be satisfied.

He heard her hum as she turned her face to make eye contact with him. A satiated look in her eyes as she smiled weakly at him.

“Ain't fair tho,” She croaked playfully.

He raised an eyebrow, “Hmm?”

Supporting herself with her arms, she managed to turn her body to face him, eyes immediately perching on the conspicuous bulge between his legs before her teeth dragged her lower lip inside her mouth.

“I'm naked, you're not.” Her hands trailed from his chest down to his zipper.

“Thought you liked me fucking you in this shit.” He drawled thickly as her nimble fingers undid his pants and freed his cock.

“God, you're so hard,” She giggled gleefully, “I do,” Her eyes flitted up to his face, “I like what kinda authority this suit holds. It's like fucking a god.”

His dick twitched painfully at her words. She was so good at this. He liked that about her. How she could tickle and caress his massive ego so easily. How good she made him feel so damn good about himself though he'd never admit that out loud. A god she wanted to fuck, then a god she would fuck.

His large hand roughly seized her jaws, her yelp was swallowed by his mouth. His dick was too eager to feel the warmth and wetness of her cunt as he plunged it inside of her.

“Oh, God!” She sang, her arms encircling his neck as he snapped his hips into her. Her hands fisted his short hair.

“No god, only me.” He groaned.

She cried his name as he bottomed out, he was fucking every ounce of anger out of his system on her. And she liked it. Her walls sucked him deeply, wanting more, and more he gave her.

He grumbled, “Gonna put a baby in you.” He wasn't asking. He was telling.

“Yes, Yes! Please make me a mommy!” Pride sprouted in his chest, and the immense feeling bolted down his spine and made his cock spring his load into her.

He didn't pull out right away, he waited for a few minutes. He didn't want his seed to spill out of her as much as appealing that would be to watch.

“You okay?” He asked her with concern.

“A bit thirsty, but I'm aces,” She blinked, sighing dreamily, “That was fucking sexy by the way.

He chuckled amusedly, reaching for the pot of water next to them and pouring her a glass, “The part you called me a god?”

She rolled her eyes as she gobbled down the water.

He arched his brow before whispering into her ear, “Roll your eyes at me like that again and I won't be letting you cum for a month.”

She choked on the water and he laughed deeply at her reddened face.

Suddenly, he became aware of the burning smell coming from the oven. She picked up on him sniffing and they looked at each other and say in unison, “The ribs!”

Her quiver didn't go unnoticed when he pulled out of her to let her check on the food cooking in the oven while he adjusted his clothes. He appreciated her nakedness in the kitchen, maybe he should ask her to wear nothing but an apron when she cooked. She'd look fucking sexy. His cock twitched at the idea.

His wife groaned in disappointment when she saw the ribs.

“Is it bad?” He asked, crouching next to her.

“It's way crispier than I intended.” A hand pressed to her forehead.

“I can handle crispier.”

“But, Ben, I wanted it to be perfect for you,” She whimpered and he smiled, “I know how much you like it.”

“Well, in your defence, happened when you were pretty busy serving me desserts before the main dish,” He winked.

She shook her head with a smile, “Y'know, you're surprisingly cheeky sometimes.”

“With you, I am.”

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