Quick reference sheet for how I draw my Portal Fords’ tattoos! :V
I’m missing the other ones down his arms but they’re basically more circular arm bands to cover up old ones he had that were triangle-themed, a resentful last “fuck you” to Bill.
little explanation here: this au was basically the result of a thought experiment that went, “what if Bill were a regular asshole human guy?”
he and Ford meet up in college and end up in a truly disastrous and increasingly abusive on-again-off-again relationship. they end up moving to Gravity Falls together to study the paranormal, where Bill’s controlling behavior escalates to alarming levels while he has Ford isolated. Fiddleford and Stan both get involved at different times, and in the end, when Ford attempts to leave Bill after Bill takes things way too far (even for him), Bill responds in a very rational and mature way by kidnapping Ford and keeping him as a pet for the next 30 years, while Stan tries desperately to find him and bring him back.
hence the name of the au!
so, here’s that final incident.
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: 4243
Characters: Bill, Ford, Stan
Pairings: Billford
Content tags/Warnings: bondage, choking, whipping/impact play, oral sex, forced orgasm, poorly negotiated and unsafe kink, consensual sex becoming rape
Summary: Bill gets Ford to agree to trying something new, and then takes things too far.
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Ford’s arms are already starting to hurt. They’re stretched out tight and straight above his head, his elbows locked and going stiff, a dull tension settling in his back along his shoulders. Experimentally, he tugs on the cuffs, testing how much give he has. The metal digs into his wrists – cool but not cold, warmed somewhat by proximity to his body.
There is a clock on the nightstand to his right. If he turns his head, he can see the nightstand, but the angle he’s been restrained at – arms spread to separate corners of the bed, just slightly elevated – prevents him from seeing anything on it. Realistically, he knows it cannot possibly have been more than a few minutes at the very most since Bill closed the cuffs on him. Two, maybe three – certainly no more than five. Subjectively, he feels as if before, when he was dressed and unrestrained and simply discussing this possibility with Bill, is a bygone era.
SO. Yeah. I’ve been doing some Fantasy Au stuff with @degeneratetriangle which is basically “let’s dress Ford in fancy 1400s robes and dresses because why not” the au. woops. He looks kinda stern in that Evil Queen style outfit but… uh…
Takes place like RIGHT after Ford finds out Bill is a manipulative jackass. Ford falls asleep and experiences some sleep paralysis. Bill takes advantage.
“Go on,” Bill said. The words dragged across Ford’s consciousness like a finger might his skin. “Satisfy your scientific curiosity.”
It felt remarkably like being caught with a crush in the seventh grade; a part of him was braced, still, for Bill to start chanting, Stanford has a cru-ush, Stanford has a cru-ush, and, ew, do you really think I’d like you? But this was nothing like that; Ford was nothing like the boy he’d once been. Certainly, Bill was unlike anything in this world, or any others. This was a gentle tease, one that carried the admission that Bill wanted him to follow through.
Ford cupped his hands in the air. Bill floated down into them, a light prickling sensation emanating from him. For a moment, Ford didn’t move, simply kept his hands cupped around Bill’s small body. He didn’t know precisely what he was waiting for. One of Bill’s small, black hands settled on the meat of Ford’s thumb and gave it a squeeze.
Bordapanic fo rrel 