Shmisky
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How did he know that, if he wasn’t sure of his own name? It was like riding a bike, he supposed. There were things you could never forget, engraved in your muscles—your heart—forever. Such as instinct. Impressions. Feelings.
Stan Pines doesn’t remember much. Scratch that, he doesn’t remember anything. He knows that he has a husband, and that his husband loves him—loves him enough to sail away with him in an adventure of a lifetime, to bear the fact Stan’s mind isn’t ever going to recover all the history between them, to protect their domestic bliss with tooth and nail and a strange but fancy-looking gun.
As his memory slowly returns, against all probabilities, he is ecstatic. Or would be, truth be told, if his loving husband didn’t look so grim.
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Ford could imagine how it felt, the satisfaction of a well-earned, conquered prey; the mouthwatering smell of a freshly roasted, meaty, juicy bird. It was a particularly plump chicken, at that; the biggest they had, as Ford had heard the woman asking. A fat one.
Ford yearns for chicken like a dog would. Stan, the chicken in question, is oblivious.
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“And as the shadows hide us now, may I kiss you, good sir?”
It wasn’t becoming of a lady to be so forward, but before being a lady at all, the duchess was a woman. A bold one.Stan and Ford enjoy a special roleplaying night together.
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His twin had no idea of the true reason why he woke up with the ‘morning wood’ she enjoyed mocking from time to time, the dreams he had of her clad in nothing but risqué lingerie he had glimpsed in his father’s hidden magazines, beckoning him with a coy look befitting of pin-up posters and even more inviting spread legs.
In a burst of late adolescence curiousity, a Stanford freshly graduated into adulthood attempts to both prove and soothe his manly needs. Stefanie should have known better than to temp him so—boys will be boys, nerdy or not, and a beautiful body is a beautiful body.
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He was stronger than her, she knew. Likely more agile, more violent, and a bunch of other mores. He had more knowledge, but she was sharper. She could brace herself against his body and pleasure him like nobody’s business, could ask him anything, and he would still want, want, want.
In which Stefanie pulls the strings.