jordans filthy billford fics
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Ford sighed heavily, the sound pressed and agonized. His voice was even as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “What did I say about you being here?” He asked in that same impassive tone, but Bill could tell how frustrated he was.
“That I have to behave,” Bill said, still smiling. “C’mon, Sixer. You should know me better.”
OR; Things get heated in the lab.
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- Part 1 of jordans filthy billford fics
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He swore he’d never be deceived by Bill again, would never fall into his hands like that ever again, but life was a cruel mistress. It was unfair how easy it was to lose himself again, sink into the same awestruck daze he wore so proudly as a young scientist. The human that sat cuffed to the radiator looked nothing like the monster that abused him and tore him to pieces. He wore a pretty mask and cried when Ford was too rough on his fragile human skin, laughed from his belly when he made a joke nobody else found funny, and cursed like a sailor when Stan put something just out of his reach.
He was human and Ford was helpless.
OR; Bill fucks around and finds out.
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- Part 2 of jordans filthy billford fics
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Ford ignored him and dragged him upstairs into the shack, all but shoving him into his room. Bill sat down on the futon and glared at him, an insult already building on the tip of his tongue, but Ford spun to face him before he could say it. His expression was gaunt, serious. “We need to talk.”
It was like ice was injected straight into his veins. Bill breathed deeply to repress a shudder and forced an unimpressed scowl on his face. “Yeah? Then talk.”
Ford clenched his jaw. “We. Plural.”
OR; Ford and Bill finally confront their relationship.
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- Part 3 of jordans filthy billford fics
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God, he hadn’t seen those shorts in years. He forgot he even still had them. Just seeing them brought back a slew of memories, back when life was simple and routine, of long nights studying in a college dorm with his best friend. They were just as he remembered them: short, colored a pale forest green with a white stripe along the side. Looking at them again he blushed seeing just how short they were, the angle affording him a view of Bill’s ass that was too revealing.
Ford shook his head when he realized his thoughts were getting away from him. “Bill!” He exclaimed, “what on earth are you wearing?”
Bill stopped checking himself out in the mirror when he heard the door open, though he didn’t turn around. He just tilted his head to the side to catch Ford’s eyes. “Oh, hey Sixer!” He greeted casually, even waving at him with a deceptively sweet smile like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing. “Don’t mind me, just rummaging through your old clothes. Stuff fits me better.”
OR; Bill finds Ford's old pair of booty shorts from his college days and gets railed. That's it, that's the fic.
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- Part 4 of jordans filthy billford fics
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Through some miraculous means, he had somehow managed to score a date with Ford. Ford was a romantic— he should have known. After their little talk about their mutual feelings and mutual fear of commitment, Ford decided to step up and really give Bill a chance. It was simultaneously the greatest moment of Bill’s life and the worst.
OR: Bill and Ford try desperately to have some semblance of a practical relationship. And then they get freaky in chapter two.
note: chapter one is sfw fluffy ansgsty with some suggestive themes and chapter two is pure nsfw filth!!
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- Part 5 of jordans filthy billford fics
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Ford hesitated for a long moment, and then he sealed his lips closed and smacked Bill across the face hard enough to send him reeling. Bill gasped in pained shock and put a hand to his cheek, stunned to find the skin red hot and raw to the touch.
Bill blinked. “Ford—“
“I’m sorry!” Ford blurted out before Bill could finish, practically groveling. “I didn’t mean to hit you that hard!” Indeed; there was a red print of his six-fingered hand on Bill’s left cheek. Bill pressed his fingertips hard enough to jar the skin and hissed when it stung, and Ford reached forward to try and pull his hand away. “Sorry—“
Bill continued to grind his fingers into the raw flesh and swatted Ford’s hand away with the other. “Don’t apologize, Ford,” he breathed, heavy lidded eyes fixed on Ford’s exasperated face. “Do it again.”
OR; Bill asks Ford to hurt him during sex.
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- Part 6 of jordans filthy billford fics