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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
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Phew, I think that's all. Happy kinking!
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- 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
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Re: Stan/Ford/Bill, forced to watch (noncon, torture) - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)=
Stan caught on quick to how people expressed emotions, even when they were a one-eyed triangular piece of shit. That lilt in Bill’s eye meant that he was bored. It meant he was going to come up with a new way to torture them unless Ford gave up the equation that would release Bill’s brand of “fun” to the rest of the world. But Ford wouldn’t, of course. This would be one of the few times Stan ever admitted that he was grateful for Ford being a stubborn ass.
Bill flickered briefly. That, Stan knew, meant annoyance.
Ford vomited up a chunk of blood from Bill’s last brilliant idea. He sat to the side one hand unsteadily.
Bill asked too cheerfully, “Since you’re being difficult, how ‘bout we try something else?” He disappeared from his throne, and then his voice was everywhere, echoing around the tacky “fearamid” that they’d been trapped in for who-knew-how-long now. “You used to love this next game, Fordsy.”
Ford looked over at Stan, fear knitting his eyebrows together. Stan didn’t know why Ford was so scared. Ford had the equation. He was who Bill needed. Stan was expendable, as he’d always been throughout their life. At the moment, he was just another way to make Ford suffer. One of the oldest tricks in the book – hurting someone’s loved one to hurt them. It was funny, that even after all this time, Stan was somehow still dragging his brother down.
Ford said, “Whatever he does-”
Stan interrupted, “Yeah, I know. It ain’t your fault, Sixer.” He really didn’t need his brother’s pity right now. They were both pretty fucking pitiable, so Stanford shouldn’t be saying nothing.
“How cute,” Bill said. The outline of a large triangle etched itself onto the bricks in the floor. As the edges met, the lines started to glow faintly, and a drawing of an eye appeared in the middle. “Maybe you’ll change your mind after this.”
An inhumanly stretched arm, black as void, fazed through the ground at the corner of the triangle and dragged Stanley – kicking and cursing – into the center of the shape. Stan was sure he saw Ford try to reach for him only to be interrupted by another coughing fit.
In an instant, Stan was glad for the arm holding him because the eye blinked itself into a gaping maw, complete with sharp teeth and a black hole of a mouth. He didn’t even want to think if it was actually a bottomless pit. He didn’t want to think about a lot of the shit that’d been happening to him over the past few days. But at least none of it involved being potentially eaten alive.
“Don’t worry,” Bill said suddenly, like he’d read Stan’s mind, “I’m not planning on eating you. Humans are fun to play with, but you’re far too disgusting to eat.”
Stan rolled his eyes, unimpressed. The novelty of a giant space demon was wearing off.
“Bill!” Ford yelled.
“What?”
“Don’t-”
“Don’t hurt him? I don’t know where you’ve been these past few days, but we’re way past that.” Bill laughed, tinny and reverberating around them all.
More hands rose from the ground, this time near Ford, to hold him in place.
“Can’t have you moving. This next game is all about your idiot of a brother who messed with things he shouldn’t have. But hey! I guess stupidity runs in the family.”
Stan, from where he was held above (possibly) the abyss, could see Ford scowling, acting tough amidst this all. Stan wanted to say something about Bill’s own intelligence but decided not to try to make his situation any worse.
“Let’s not waste any more time,” Bill said impatiently. “And remember, Stanford, you can stop this anytime if you’d just give me that equation.”
A mass of arms rose from the edges of the triangle, then, all too large and too long. They reminded Stan of spiders, the way the spindly fingers stretched so unnaturally. Delicately, the hands started to unbutton his shirts and slacks.
Oh.
That’s the game Bill wanted to play.
Ford must’ve caught on, too, because he said, trembling, “W-wait, Bill. Don’t do this to him.”
Hearing his brother panic concerned Stan off more than what he knew was about to happen.
“And what?” Bill taunted. “Do it to you instead?”
Stan frowned. Ford would offer that, wouldn’t he. He’d always try to play the hero, but Stan wouldn’t have his brother be hurt for him. “Ford, shut it.”
Ford didn’t listen. “If it’ll keep you from doing it to him,” he gulped. “Yes.”
The hands, which were working on Stan’s girdle, froze. Everything hung silently for a brief second, before it was cut sharply with the sound of Bill’s borderline hysterical laughter. The creepy-ass fingers finished their job, dropping Stan’s girdle into the void of Bill’s mouth – eye – he wasn’t sure.
“Oh, Fordsy! I didn’t know you missed my touch so much! I never pegged you for a romantic sap.”
“Really,” Stan said, not even vaguely put off by those words.
Ford pulled at his bindings. “Stan, don’t listen to him.”
“I know,” Stan replied. “I stopped listening to him give or take five days ago.” If his arms hadn’t been pinned to his sides by the hand holding him up, he’d be making a casual waggling motion with his own hand.
Bill ignored him, responding only to Ford. “You would know about not listening to anybody, wouldn’t you? Like that poor assistant of yours that you drove crazy? Anyways, as much as I love watching you give your body up to me, I already said this was all about your brother.”
Ford narrowed his eyes, not exactly being affected by the mockery, but obviously showing he’d listened. Amateur.
One of Bill’s hands pushed up Stan’s undershirt, and about three other ones pulled his pants down. Overall, Stan thought Bill would be a lot more inconsiderate of a lover.
“Bill,” Ford growled.
“Give me the equation, and I’ll stop. That’s the deal.”
Ford paused, then said, “I’m sorry, Stanley.”
Stan shrugged, or approximated it. “Told you. ‘S not your fault.”
The look on Ford’s face told Stan that his words weren’t landing. He just wanted to get this over with, really. He’d had worse than this. So far, at least. Maybe the other occasions hadn’t been as weird as this, but no one was pulling out his teeth yet, which was already an improvement. Not that he had any teeth left to pull out.
Small blessings.
The hand on his chest moved to his mouth, and another came from behind to forcefully yank his jaw open. Two long fingers jammed their way down his throat, and – yeah, there was the roughness he’d been expecting. Stan suppressed his gag reflex. Practice made it easy, even in such shitty circumstances. But maybe the fact that these circumstances were so bad made it just like the practice he’d had.
Bill thrust those fingers uncaringly as a hand Stan couldn’t see pressed another two fingers into his ass.
Fuck – it burned. But he could deal. He’d deal.
Unoccupied hands pulled Stan’s slacks the rest of the way off, catching his socks and shoes on the way, and tossing his clothes somewhere to the floor. It was a victory that they didn’t end up in the void like his girdle had.
The fingers in his ass were twisting, working him open. Then – too soon – it was three fingers, pumping drily in and out.
Stan groaned, deep in his chest. He caught Ford looking at the ground, which was probably for the better. He didn’t need his brother seeing how ugly his body had gotten in his old age. And the
whole getting fucked by a monster thing was kinda embarrassing, too.
However, it seemed Bill had also noticed Ford wasn’t paying attention.
“Hey,” Bill snapped. “Look up here.”
Ford didn’t respond.
Bill sighed. The hands holding Ford rearranged themselves, now pushing him onto his knees with his chest to the ground. One hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back.
“I said, look. I know you’re jealous, but I’m putting on a show for you, and it’s rude that you’re not even looking.”
Both hands inside Stan were removed, and he was lowered onto something warm and wet and undulating and – shit, that was disgusting. A huge tongue was sticking out of the mouth in the floor, and he was sitting his bare ass on it.
“Don’t act like such a prude, Stanford. I’ve been in your mindscape. I know you’ve been lusting after your brother like some sick freak.”
Stan was about to dismiss the comment as another baseless taunt, but then he saw Ford’s horrified face.
And Stan had doubts.
Bill caught on immediately, Stan knew. The hands around him shifted again. The one holding him up split into two, and carried him now with his wrists, letting most of his weight rest on the tongue.
Ford stuttered, “That’s not true. Don’t listen to him.”
Stan wanted to believe Ford. Maybe Stan was exhausted or something. Fuck, he didn’t know. But he’d already doubted, and now it was worming its way deep into his thoughts. He didn’t say anything back to Ford. He also didn’t miss the hurt look on his brother’s face. Or Bill’s laugh.
Two different hands wrapped around his thighs, pushing him up that way, and now the damn tongue was pressing into his ass.
There was no way in hell the full width of it would be fitting into him. Luckily, it stopped just past the tip but that was already too much. He felt like it was splitting him open.
He cursed quietly, sweat dripping off his temple, down his face. He was panting, adjusting, but then the thing started to move. It thrust shallowly – still too much – and Stan gritted his teeth to keep any undignified sounds from escaping. He couldn’t for long, though, as his jaw was wrenched open once more, and fingers shoved back down his throat. Stan was caught off guard this time, so he wasn’t able to stop himself from choking.
Bill apparently wanted that. He pulled the hand away from Stan’s mouth to cackle and gloat about something Stan couldn’t hear. Stan was too busy hacking up thick spit.
The tongue’s width seemed to thin suddenly – just enough – and pushed in, and Stan couldn’t stop the cry ripped from him in time. It didn’t hurt. It far from hurt, and he hated that. A shadowy tendril coiled loosely around his throat, but left his mouth to his control – a threat more than anything. Hands appeared, touching him all over, turning rough. They clawed at him, leaving red welts in their path.
Stan focused on that. He’d rather pay attention to the pain than the humiliation of enjoying this in front of his brother (that might’ve had feelings for him all this time). But who was he to be ashamed. According to Bill, Ford used to love getting fucked like this.
Right.
According to Bill.
He shouldn’t be listening to anything Bill said, and yet, when he saw – Ford watching, wide-eyed –
Stan doubted.
His train of thought was interrupted with a rough movement of the tongue, and it had him moaning and fuck, fuck, he didn’t mean to. He didn’t but – it was starting to genuinely feel good. Then, like a reward for being so pathetic, a hand dipped between his thighs, stroking his cock that he hadn’t even remembered becoming hard and leaking. Though he decided he’d be forgiven for being distracted by other goings-on.
Because that tongue or whatever the hell it was now, it was filling him, making feel better than anything he’d felt in his life. No wonder Ford would enjoy this.
Ford – who was still watching him.
Bill’s voice rang loudly, “Your brother makes such a good whore, doesn’t he? He’s had a lot of practice.”
Ford finally looked away again. “What?”
“Oh, you don’t know? How your brother sold himself on the streets after you let him get kicked out? And let me tell you, he was great at his job.”
Stan didn’t have the breath, or mind, to argue. Not that Bill was wrong, per se. And that scared Stan, realizing that Bill could tell the truth.
Ford didn’t argue for Stan either. He kept silent, looking at the bricks as much as the position would allow him. And that was fine with Stan. He didn’t need to explain himself to his brother. He just wanted Bill to learn to shut up for once.
“Face it, Stanford. You’ve ruined everyone in your life.”
Stan drew the line there. He opened his mouth to speak, but the tendril around his neck tightened. He could almost feel Bill’s self-satisfied smirk in the air around them, and that feeling grew even more stifling as all the sensations assaulting Stan finally peaked within him. He came hard, the various appendages dragging out his climax until he was somehow more wrung and tired than before.
The tongue retracted into the floor, and Stan was placed onto the bricks, all the hands – including the ones on Ford – disappearing.
Stan gave himself two breaths to steady himself before he got up and gingerly walked to where his clothes lay. Ford still refused to look at him. Stan was struggling with the button to his pants when Bill’s voice echoed one last time.
“I’ve gotta go check on something. Don’t want my friends eating each other and all. I’ll leave you two alone to each other’s company. See ya’.”
Stan scoffed, even as the doubt continued to gnaw at him. He sat down to put on his shoes.
“I’ve never felt anything like that for you,” Ford said after one shoe was secure.
Stan paused, maybe too long, then replied, “I know. I don’t really believe anything that asshole says.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Ford looked doubtful, contemplative. Stan knew Bill had won this round.
Before his brother could open up a can of worms that was probably fitted for a better location than a gaudy party pyramid, Stan laid down on his stomach and said, “I’m gonna get some sleep before he comes back. You should, too.”
“Right,” Ford whispered, obviously still lost in thought.
They’d deal with those thoughts later, when the time for talk could exist. At the very least – Stan was sure – even if Ford was always far too willing to prematurely martyr himself, he would not go down until he got to punch Bill Cipher in his smug, non-existent face.
Re: Stan/Ford/Bill, forced to watch (noncon, torture) - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-02-23 06:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Stan/Ford/Bill, forced to watch (noncon, torture) - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-02-23 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)THAT LAST LINE OH MY GOD. Stan is the best possible narrator. I love the sex too, Stan Vs Hands is always a good setup, and then there was a tongue too, and it was so well-written and addicting. I love the casual truths Bill's dropping all over them, and I love the way Stan's reacting to it. I love "maybe he's just tired". Oh my god, writernon. You are amazing and this is amazing.
Re: Stan/Ford/Bill, forced to watch (noncon, torture) - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-02-23 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)"Stan caught on quick to how people expressed emotions, even when they were a one-eyed triangular piece of shit"
Yesssssssss. This is exactly how I love Stan: a whole lot of empathy, honed by a life of swindling. And his derision for Bill is perfect.