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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
* Page a Mod: http://kinky-falls.dreamwidth.org/742.html
* AO3 collection: Kinky_Falls
* Anonymous AO3 collection: Kinky_FallsAnon
Want to be banned to ensure you don't accidentally anonfail? Leave a comment over here, and fear no more.
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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
* Anonymous AO3 collection: Kinky_FallsAnon
Want to be banned to ensure you don't accidentally anonfail? Leave a comment over here, and fear no more.
Important: Don't want to see certain kinks or pairings? Check out Dreamwidth Blocker! It's easy to install and use, and works on the same principle as Tumblr Savior or Xkit's blacklist. If you have any questions about installing or using it, head over to the mod post and I'll do what I can to help you out.
Phew, I think that's all. Happy kinking!
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Re: Bill/Ford, caning & non-con - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 01:44 am (UTC)(link)When Ford capitulates, he has stipulations.
Stan and the kids will be released, unharmed, to a location of Ford's choosing, and Bill will not follow them or send anyone or anything after them. Ford will stay with Bill.
"You're looking down, Sixer," Bill croons in his ear. He lays his hands on the sides of Ford's face. His small fingers are sharp and very cold. No claws right now. Ford feels his lips curl into a smile, and he is almost sure he never willed them to.
"I'm mourning the world, Bill." He can feel himself slip into his old role, the impertinent acolyte. "Don’t you have anything better to do?"
"Uh, nope?" Bill's fingers slide into Ford's mouth. He tastes like petroleum, and blood. The edges of Ford’s lips tingle and crack open. "You're done telling me what to do, Fordsy, do you get that? Never again."
Bill's loud voice is no longer enough to make Ford tremble.
"I can tell you learned all sorts of things in those other dimensions," Bill says, entirely friendly and modulated. "You need a reminder! A bunch of reminders! I saw this in a cartoon once." He snaps his fingers and there is a blackboard in front of Ford. Real chalk in his hand. "Write a hundred thousand times: I am an insignificant freak of nature!"
Ford obeys, and only gets to the twenty-third line before the board vanishes. Bill is antsy. That is probably good news.
"Let’s try something else,” Bill says, and he twirls his cane, once. “Back when I was zapping you, I kept thinking this might be a better way to go. You used to be so receptive to it.”
Ford recognizes the desk. Bill used to make him sit in it and watch Bill explain about this phenomenon or that conspiracy. Ford had liked it, except it always felt a little too smooth under his fingertips.
He walks around it, but there is no chair for him.
“Nuh huh huh!” Bill’s hat has turned into, or been covered by, a mortarboard with a neon yellow tassel.”Bend over the desk, Fordsy. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”
Ford had forgotten. They’d only done this before he started fearing Bill, and he had never quite connected it with the tortures Bill had devised for him later. Stupid.
He is unsurprised when his sweater vanishes. He bows his head and waits for the first snap of Bill’s cane across his shoulder blades.
But Bill takes away the rest of his clothes as well, and that’s new. For the first time tonight, Ford feels a moment’s curiosity and -
And he swears and falls forward. The edge of the desk grazes his chin. His back feels on fire.
Bill has grown larger than Ford, and his cane has grown with him. Ford straightens. He had expected a narrow, controlled sting, cumulating eventually into pain. But Bill does not have to worry about Ford’s pleasure anymore, and right now, Bill wants drastic results.
“A mirror, please?” Ford asks, and Bill is predictable enough to grant the request.
He observes the bruise - vivid and ugly, reaching from left shoulder to right hip. The very end of it is bleeding, from the tip of Bill’s cane.
“Problem, Fordsy?” Bill asks. He runs his fingertips over the bruise, as wide now as a man’s, and still unnaturally sharp. Ford expects them to soothe or heal, but they do nothing but irritate the skin. He does shiver, now.
“No problem,” he grits out. “Shall we continue?”
Bill laughs, and his mortarboard vibrates with it. Ford is bent back over his desk by an invisible force. The next blow falls on his ass. Ford wonders if Bill remembers or cares where the kidneys is. He certainly aimed below them.
The third lash falls parallel to the second, crossing the backs of Ford’s thighs, and Ford’s knees give out. He falls down on his ass, toppling the desk over himself.
He expects Bill to laugh, or gloat about additional punishment, but all Bill does is put him back into position.
This strike does fall on his shoulders, and the weight of it makes Ford lose his breath. He used to cry, he remembers, that was their system: Bill beat him, Ford cried, and then Ford’s mind was clear and Bill would show him something big and new.
He cannot cry now, but nor can he endure it. After the fifth strike - down low again, and too much - Ford slides down with more grace this time. If Bill wants to beat him with a stick, he can do it on the floor.
“You used to be better at his,” Bill says, and sits across Ford’s chest without weighing him down.
“You used to be smaller,” Ford retorts. There is a sharp pain in his ribcage, on the right. He does not think there is any more serious damage yet.
“Oh? You don’t like this?” He shoves the cane in front of Ford’s face, but Ford does not take it. “If you want it thinner, you just have to ask.”
Of course. Ford really has forgotten too much. He can never stop Bill from doing what he wants, but if he begs nicely enough, he can alter the parameters. “Please, will you make your cane thinner?” He thinks about adding something about his weak flesh vessel, but there is no need. The cane stays jet-black and imposing, but it becomes a bendy thin thing.
He stands up, but Bill does not bend him over.
Bill mimes holding his hands in front of him, palm-up. Ford obeys. He closes his eyes for it, but this is a pain he can take - a swish, a sting, and then another and another. The skin breaks but the bones do not. His fingers twitch each time the cane lands, but Ford never lets them lock into a fist.
“Open your eyes.”
Bill’s tassel dances with each strike. Bill looks cheerful. No, manic. He wants more from Ford, so Ford will give it before Bill takes.
He turns his hands, and Bill’s cane falls across knuckles. Another strike slams over five fingernails on his right hand, and he hisses, twirls his thumb around in a circle. Then he holds his left hand very still.
“You’re being good,” Bill says, and he sounds genuinely surprised. “Why are you being good now? Do you think it will save you?”
Ford shrugs, and his shoulders feel heavy with pain, and they feel powerful as well. He always liked being hit across the shoulders more than he did across the ass. Different associations, or some such thing. “I was always good for you.”
“Until you betrayed me.”
“Yes, until then.”
Tomorrow, if he is allowed to live that long and if the sun ever rises again, Ford will tell himself that he stayed for his family. That he will protect them better from here. That Bill would have found a way to go after him, even with the Deal.
Today, Ford will not lie to himself. He is no longer that important to Bill. But maybe, if he provides enough amusement - and the thought has to stop there.
“Okay, back over your desk,” Bill says. The fingers of Ford’s left hand are tingling with expectation. Ford flexes that hand, and then the other. The marks from this will fade very quickly.
He stands in the expected position, and waits.
Bill slides the cane vertically between Ford’s ass cheeks. The night’s second surprise and first true humiliation. They had never done this.
The tip of the cane slides in, and Ford cannot move - he can’t, Bill has his body entirely paralyzed, and he thinks the cane is causing less damage than it should. He is aware of it, but maybe it’s just the idea of it, he can’t turn to see and he can’t feel it for sure, and he -
“Please don’t,” he hears himself say, but he can’t feel his lips move.
“Never saying no to me again,” Bill singsongs. The cane is there, and deeper, and Ford thinks it must have changed shape, or changed texture.
He tries to move his lower body, and he fails.
He tries to move his hands, gripping the edge of the desk. Only the left moves, and he swings his arm out, grabs frantically at thin air. He needs something to anchor him, something that he can feel, and the smooth edge of the desk is not enough.
Bill’s enlarged hands are in his hair. “If you want it thicker, you just have to ask.”
For a moment, Ford feels relieved at having given the solution - of course, all he needs is to be filled up, to know.
Then he bites the inside of his cheek, and tastes more blood, and it’s enough to keep him from saying it.
“Come on now,” Bill croons. “I thought you’re being good.”
“It will not save me,” he says, and he is panting, and he cannot regulate the breaths he is taking right now.
“No,” Bill agrees, and sighs in a martyred kind of way. “I can tell you’re gonna need more reminders. You really are getting old. Losing that - what did you call it? Neuroplasticity!”
The cane vanishes suddenly, and the sensation returns to Ford’s body. He feels a general kind of discomfort in his anus and vomit burning in his throat. The pain from his caning seems to be getting worse, but he is not sure he feels as violated as he should. Maybe that, too, will come later.
“If you wanna be good for me,” Bill says, “you have to let me make you feel good.”
Ford bows his head, and he refuses to think about it now. He needs a moment, just a moment, to re-identify with his body.
The bars of the cage that forms around him are silver and warm. There is a bowl of water and a blanket, and again, he is almost grateful.
“Time for a nap, kid,” Bill says. “I won’t even come inside right now. By the by, we’ve gotta find someone to remove that thing from your skull. Which Henchminion would you trust with a scalpel?”
But it’s not necessary for Ford to respond, so he lies down and curls up on his side. The desk vanishes with a pop.
“Sleep well,” Bill adds. “We’ll get to do all kinds of fun stuff tomorrow.”
Ford doesn’t say ‘thank you’, or ‘goodnight’, or ‘go to hell’. He just covers his face with stinging hands, and breathes in and out, careful and deliberate.
Re: Bill/Ford, caning & non-con - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 01:59 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bill/Ford, caning & non-con - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 02:18 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bill/Ford, caning & non-con - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 02:09 am (UTC)(link)Also, Bill’s enlarged hands are in his hair. “If you want it thicker, you just have to ask.” Hot damn!
But oh, poor Ford. And the fact that it's basically a reminder of that they used to do! (Yes to Bill and Ford doing stuff like that pre-betrayal too).
Re: Bill/Ford, caning & non-con - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 02:21 am (UTC)(link)I'm so happy it worked for you! Caning is one of my favorite kinks, and hands are another of my favorite kinks :D
Re: Bill/Ford, caning & non-con - FILL
(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 03:33 am (UTC)(link)He used to cry, he remembers, that was their system: Bill beat him, Ford cried, and then Ford’s mind was clear and Bill would show him something big and new. Loved that part.
And him getting hit across the shoulders, the descriptions of the bruising, Ford being good and keeping his hands out. Basically, everything about this fill is awesome. :)
Re: Bill/Ford, caning & non-con - FILL
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