Hiii~ I Kinda Got This Idea For A Ford X Reader Where Reader Is A Close Friend Of Stan's / Works At The

hiii~ i kinda got this idea for a ford x reader where reader is a close friend of stan's / works at the shack maybe? and immediately gets a crush on ford when he returns from the portal. ford, however, is extremely oblivious to reader's crush and grows jealous of stan being flirty (in a friendly way) with reader... somehow smut ensues. would love to see you work your magic. ✨️🪄🔮 tysm!!

This is literally gorgeous anon! I'll start working as soon as I can! Thank you!!! 💋

Pleaseee I need more of thisss!!!! 😭

♱ — 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𖤐 bill cipher x fem!reader, Who Framed Roger Rabbit au, bill cipher is Roger coded and you are the one and only Jessica Rabbit coded, Bill Cipher will be a triangle suck a lemon for those who don’t fuck with triangle bill

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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There you were, applying the first layers of your makeup, wearing a fluffy white robe to cover your sparkly, seductive red dress, while your hair was held by hair rollers as soft jazz played from your record player. Your assistant knocked on your door. "Mrs. Cipher, you have gifts."

"Bring them in, Stevie. Thank you," you said, your voice dripping with a sultry tone. Your assistant entered and placed the gifts onto your couch. You resumed applying your makeup, but a tag from the gifts caught your eye. You see the 'tag', which turns out to be a card.

"For my dearest, loveliest wife, from your one and only husband, Bill Cipher. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo - flip to the second page for more hugs and kisses, dearest!" you read, a smile spreading across your lips.

You smiled lovingly at the tag and flipped to the second page without leaving out a word or letter. On the next page, there continued to be lots of 'xoxoxo's until you spotted a Polaroid picture of Bill. You saw the picture of Bill blinking, and unexpectedly, he popped out of the picture, floating above you with a mischievous grin.

"Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes! Look at you! Looking beautiful as ever, toots!" Your triangle husband praised, doing a little spin in the air. He eagerly grabbed your hand and peppered it with kisses from his eyelid. "Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" he exclaimed, his voice high-pitched and giddy.

You chuckled, and your eyelids rested unintentionally seductively since you were drawn that way to be unintentionally seductive. "Oh, honey, you flatter me way too much. I'm just wearing a mere robe, and my hair is still in rollers," you said in your natural deep voice. Bill rolled his cat-like pupil eye and scoffed dramatically.

"Nonsense, nonsense! I will love you and spoil you with my affection no matter what, dearest!" Bill declared, swooping down to plant a kisses on your hand. He then snapped his fingers, causing a clone of himself to appear and do the same to your other hand.

You sighed and shivered, feeling goosebumps on your exposed neck as the clone merged back into the original Bill. The yellow triangle then opened one of the boxes he had given you as a gift - it was a pair of sparkly, deep purple gloves.

"A pair of sparkly gloves for my brightest supernova that shines brighter than any other star from all the dimensions I've visited and destroyed," Bill giggled, doing a little jig in the air.

You smiled lovingly at him. You reached for the gloves, but he just pushed your hands away from them with his black fingers, tsking playfully.

"Ah, ah, ah, let me do the honor of putting these gloves on your beautiful hands and arms," he said, snatching up the gloves and carefully sliding them onto your fingers and arms, smoothing out any wrinkles with his extra hands.

With his extra hands, he wanted to do your makeup, gushing the entire time about how lucky he was to have a loving, hot diggity dynamite wife like you. "Oh, you're just the most beautiful and wonderous creature to ever exist, toots! The bee's knees! The cat's meow!" he exclaimed, giggling uncontrollably.

When he finished doing your makeup, he was just giggling at how beautiful you are, floating around you in circles. You looked at the mirror and just dotted a fake mole on your cheek.

"Oh, Billy, honey, you are such an artist," you said seductively, grabbing him and peppering his 'face' or triangle body with kisses, leaving lipstick marks all over him. You finished with one final, lingering smooch on his 'lips', which are his eyelids.

Bill's body jolted like electricity at the kiss, and his top hat let out a train-like whistle at your affection. Once you broke the kisses, Bill was over the moon and couldn't stop giggling, doing loop-de-loops in the air.

As you were going to take off your robe that covers your sparkly red dress and undo the hair rollers, Bill stopped you, claiming he wanted to wowed and surprised once he sees you perform on stage all dolled up.

"See you later, Billy," you said, giving him a coy wink.

He giggled like an idiot, his voice cracking. "See you later, angel lips!" he squeaked, before zipping out of the room in a blur of yellow and black.

Imagine kissing Ford/ teaching Ford how to kiss and or being his first proper kiss since the only experience he has was with a robot he made for practice back in high school.

I feel like this man would become addicted to kissing you after the first time to the point Stan has to cover dipper and Mabel’s eyes screaming ‘PDA! PDA! There are kids in the room and a jealous old man!’

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Kinktober Day 1 ᯓᡣ𐭩

Tw: Cursing, smut, mention of a monster

A/N: Sorry if this isn't that great! I wrote it in about an hour because I've been putting this off since I've been busy with school!

Summary: Stanley Pines spends his first Summerween with Wife!Reader and it goes much differently than planned.

"Summerween"

Every other year, Stanley Pines’ biggest goal during Summerween had been to scare the ever living shit out of the Gravity Falls locals. But this year, it was to get that costume off of you. Apparently, his newlywed wife was a lot more interested in all spooky traditions than he’d originally believed. The pearlescent glitter sprayed across your collar bones, four inch heels on your feet, pink shimmer smeared on your eyelids, Stanley didn’t think that he’d seen anything more beautiful. Well, except the absolute vision you were on y’all’s wedding day. 

It was completely unfair that you could be so sexy with just a simple outfit. A tight corset hugging your curves and a skirt just short enough to allow the bottom of your ass to peek out. Your Princess Aurora costume should’ve been kid friendly, yet he was feeling like it was anything but that.  All of that combined had sent him running to the bathroom; locking the door behind him as he tried to calm the arousal he felt shooting straight to his cock. Of course, you just thought it was poor bladder issues due to his old age. Rude, but fair. So, you didn’t question his sudden disappearance and reappearance. And now that everyone else had left to fight a gross candy monster for the night, Stanley was determined to accomplish his new goal. 

That’s right, all he wanted to do was shove you into the bedroom and lock the both of you in there. It had been a long while since Stanley hadn’t got what he wanted and that surely wasn’t going to start now. After the kids, including Soos, rush out of the door, he tugs on your hand, walking as quickly as he can. “Come on, sweetheart. We’re not letting our night go to waste.”

This left you halfway confused and halfway excited. You’d assumed that the y’all would cuddle up on the couch and watch reruns of the horror cult classics. Nope! No way! Not while Stanley could see your tits bouncing with every step. “Wha-What? Stan! What about the kids? It can’t be safe to leave them out there like that!” Your lips formed a small pout as he harshly shut the door behind y’all. He’d fallen in love with your kind heart, it was something he had only experienced from one other person in his life… But, right now, it was keeping him from getting what he wanted. 

“They’ll be fine, honey. Now, if you don’t get that beautiful ass on that bed, I’ll just have to throw you on there.” Stanley’s lips had a sly smirk plastered across them as he stepped toward you until the back of your knee hit the edge of the plush bed. His pants tightened when he heard a small whine escape your glossed lips. “You like the sound of that, sweetheart? Want me to throw you around like you’re my little doll?” All you could do was nod your head yes. 

He grabbed your hips, pushed you onto the mattress, and tore off the tiny piece of fabric that you called a skirt. A soft gasp puffs out your lungs, “Stan, please! Need your touch. I… I just need you.”

Stanley slipped his fingers through the mess in your white lace panties while he whispered in your ears. “Is this all for me, honey? Do you get this wet for anyone else?” 

With a quick shake of your head, you answer both of his questions. “No, no, it’s just for you! It’s always for you, Stan. But, please, I need more!” And more you were given. With you looking the way you did, he couldn’t resist any longer. Before he threw everything off, you took the quick chance to admire what he had dressed up as this year. It definitely beat the ones that Mabel had shown you in her scrapbook. He was a sexy vampire, almost like Dracula, with blood dripping down his pudgy stomach. The body underneath all of the theatrics had your thighs clenching together. 

Before you came along, Stan hadn’t been very confident in his appearance, but seeing the lust in your eyes as you looked up at him had him feeling like the sexiest man in Gravity Falls. He pounces on top of you before tightly gripping your hips in his rough hands; he can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re longing for his touch, but one of his favorite parts during moments like this was hearing how much you wanted him. “Tell me you want this. Beg for my cock, sweetheart.” 

“Please, Stanley. I need your cock! Want it so fucking bad. I want you so deep inside me,” you whimpered. Now, that had him moving pretty quickly. Well, as quick as someone his age could. In just a few short moments, he was thrusting inside you at a harsh pace. The slap of his thighs against your ass echoed throughout the old shack’s master bedroom. 

“God, honey, your pussy’s so fucking tight. Gonna fuck you all night long. I fucking love this pussy. All mine, right? Isn’t it all mine?” But, at that point, you were too cockdrunk to respond with anything else beside a string of garbled nonsense. That pulls a humored reaction out of Stanley as he continues his assault on your puffy pussy. “Oh, are you about to cum, sweetheart? Do it. Cum for me.” He said when he felt you clench around his cock. 

To help move the process, he rubs your clit with the tips of his fingers. This, combined with the dirty words Stan whispered in your ear quickly brought you to your release. “Stan! Oh, fuck! Cum inside me, please!” You shouted with a loud moan. Much to your pleasure, Stan followed your instructions and painted your walls white with his climax. 

Once the two of you were cleaned up, in which he did all the aftercare, insisting that you needed to relax, he gently pulled you into his arms and trailed soft kisses down your neck. “That wasn’t too much, was it? I didn’t want to hurt you just to make you feel good.” 

With a loving look in your eyes, you whisper a few soft words. “No, no. It was perfect.” 

A/N: Well, I hoped y'all enjoyed it! Once again, I apologize if there's any grammatical errors. I was rushing way too much to check it. Well, stay tuned for tommorw's release! Mwah! 💋

Working on a hella freaky Stanford fic rn 🤭

(May be an expansion from one of my hc earlier)

Edit: it's now posted! (It's crazy long tho...)

○Random thoughts about the Stan twins○

⚠️INAPPROPRIATE! MDNI!!!⚠️

《Also not proof read bc I'm lazy...》

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♤Stanley♤

🎱Definitely loves being rough with you in bed, and im talkin' tied up or handcuffed, blindfolding you FS

🎱Probably likes having some old music playing in the backround when he fucks you, but the sexy ones (he def has a Playlist)

🎱ABSOLUTELY has to have his hands on you at all times, especially around strangers. Like after he finishes a 'Mystery shack' tour and you're waiting behind the counter, helping customers check out Stan is standing behind you, his hand around your waist, glaring at any guy that tries to hit on you.

🎱Loves when you don't cover the marks he gave you the night before, especially when you wear a tank top and he can see all the "damage" he did while you rummage around the kitchen the morning after

🎱ass man 100% Loves slapping it whenever you pass him or are bent over, you swear he has a sixth sense when it comes to your ass

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¿Stanford?

📜At first doesn't seem like the type to want much to do with sex, constantly burying himself in his work/studying and chasing cryptids

📜oh boy are you wrong tho! Cuz the first time you guys fucked you swear he was gonna leave you're entire body covered in hickeys with how much he loved kissing and sucking on your skin

📜he's definitely in the softer side when it comes to actually p->v sex, but like I said loves kissing, sucking, and biting your skin

📜I think he'd also me massaging your body lightly as he's fucking you, especially around your hips and thighs, maybe your boob's? Who knows where his hands will end up next

📜ABSOLUTELY, undoubtedly a thigh man in my opinion. He'd love squishing them, especially when they're around his head, and he'd definitely be into thigh fucking. Just everything that involves your thighs

(Also Bill definitely fucked you when he possessed Ford)

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