Feb 13, 2021
Ship trope: Hardworking "peasant" and spoiled rich kid.
Ford was asked by Grauntie Mabel to chop wood in the back porch. Preston was there (he was visiting with his mom) reading and Ford didn't notice.
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Ship trope: Hardworking "peasant" and spoiled rich kid.
Ford was asked by Grauntie Mabel to chop wood in the back porch. Preston was there (he was visiting with his mom) reading and Ford didn't notice.
Hi,I getting mood for fordwest with this diagoloue “its freezing in here”,your fic is amazing.written so beautifully like novel.look forward for more and have a nice day ♥
"I drove all niiiiiiiiiiiiight," Ford warbles into the karaoke microphone with gusto, wavering on his feet because he's not just a little drunk, he's totally hammered.
Preston, who sits nearby watching, one hundred sober, face palms even as he grins. Stanford Pines is just too cute. The two had gone out to celebrate their upcoming graduation from West Coast Tech, Stan chose to stay in, a long day at work leaving him exhausted beyond belief.
As such, Preston and Ford wandered to the nearest bar. And then the next. Followed by the next and then the next. Apparently several students had had the same idea as they had and as such, the city was alive tonight with party-going college students.
Shots, martinis, beers - liquor flowed freely, everyone buying everyone a drink and while Preston makes sure to keep an eye out for any attempted drink tampering, everything thus far has been on the up and up. Other than Ford getting a little too into his cups.
The last leg of their tour led them to this place with it’s karaoke bar and Ford, happily drunk, wandered up and requested this song. This song that he’s currently butchering, as he croons off key, “No one can move me the way that you do. Nothing erases this feeling between me and yoooou, I drove all niiiiight to get to you. Is that all right?”
Preston swallows a chuckle and then, alarmed, sees that Ford has moved from the miniscule ‘stage’ this establishment has to amble towards him. Ford’s unfocused eyes have a lustful gleam as he practically clambers on to Preston’s lap, playing with his hair as he throatily murmurs the lyrics, “I drove all night crept in your room. Woke you from your sleep to make love to you. Is that all right?”
The flash of heat Preston feels on his cheeks isn’t just from Ford’s actions, but also from this very public display of affection. While Preston has become more comfortable in his sexuality, he’s never exactly flaunted it. Much less like this. They’re getting cat calls and whistles from happy bar-goers as well as some derisive snorts from the less than supportive.
Preston gently eases Ford up and, in one swift maneuver, smoothly loops the smaller boy over one of his shoulders. The microphone drops with a loud whine and while it’s a bit of struggle (considering his current predicament) he manages to scoop it up and return it to the DJ before they make their exit.
Ford continues to mumble the song to himself, never mind the fact Preston is carrying him like a sack of grain. Preston looks up and down the busy sidewalk, considering his options. His cellphone is tucked away, so an Uber would be a bit hard to handle. And while he’s not the biggest fan of taxis, it would appear there is no other alternative.
This in mind, he hails one and then, very carefully, ushers Ford inside. For his part, Ford is several things - sleepy, tanked, and frisky. The last is a bit more difficult, as he keeps trying to...do things to Preston as the driver takes them home. He climbs all over Preston, sucking at his ears, biting his neck, planting wet, messy kisses on his mouth and all while Preston does his best to wrangle him about.
The driver, clearly being a veteran of his trade, makes nary a comment on what’s going on in his backseat and once paid, drops them off to speed away to his next fare without a word. Once more, Preston scoops Ford up, but instead of a fireman’s carry, he goes for the classic, bridal style move.
Ford wraps his arms around Preston’s neck and giggles, remarking how romantic it all is as Preston takes him to the elevator and they go upstairs to their apartment. Another struggle to get inside but, once in, Preston puts Ford down and sighs, “Home sweet home, eh, dear?”
Ford just hums and drunkenly bobs his head, “I had fun.”
“I’ll just bet you did,” Preston returns sweetly, “Albeit you’ll be having less fun tomorrow. Best get you to bed.”
“Bed! Yes! Great idea!” Ford starts struggling with his clothes, clearly thinking of disrobing and doing something scandalous, but Preston tut-tuts him, “Not for that, Stanford. You need rest. We’ll be lucky if we make it through the night without your being grievously ill. Now, as to Stanley...”
Preston looks around the apartment, eyes moving towards Stan and Ford’s room, which proves to be highly unnecessary as a loud snore suddenly rips through the air. He turns his gaze to the futon and, sure enough, Stan is passed out in front of the TV.
Ford, seeing this as well, raises a shaky finger to his lips, “Shhh, he’s sleepin’.”
“That he is,” Preston sighs, slightly discouraged because he had hoped for Stan's help with his brother. Still, Preston is nothing if not capable. He’s thinking of how best to tuck Ford in, when he’s yet again attacked by Ford’s hands and mouth.
Sticky fingers comb through his hair and the taste of tequila is all over Ford’s tongue. The kiss is sloppy and sweet, but Preston gently breaks it, “Now, now - none of that, dearest. Like I said, you need your rest...”
“Hmm, go to bed with me?” Ford purrs and looks at him in a way that immediately makes Preston’s intelligence drop. Even sauced, Ford has a way about him, a way that makes Preston feel so stupid in love it’s close to laughable. Preston breathes in through his nose, “Well...I suppose...”
He looks at Stan and then looks to Stan and Ford’s room. The twins rarely, if ever, sleep separate. Oh, sure, sometimes they all clamber into Preston’s bed, but overall, they each keep to their rooms. Still...
“...Stan is sleeping...”
“He is,” Ford mock pouts and falls forward, mouth dropping kisses under Preston’s jaw, “And I’m cold...”
“You’re cold?”
“It’s freezing in here,” Ford shivers and that’s humorous, considering only a few seconds ago he was trying to disrobe. Still, he wriggles against Preston’s body, whining, “C’mon, Pres, take me to bed. I drove all night...”
“You didn’t drive,” Preston chides dryly, unable to fight off a smile as he nods to himself, taking Ford by one of his hands, “Very well, then...”
He takes Ford into his room, carefully depositing him on the mattress. He then goes to his dresser drawers and removes two nightshirts. Turning back, he carefully undresses Ford - starting by untying and shucking off his shoes, his socks. He follows with Ford’s pants and shirt and, thankfully, Ford’s reached the point where he’s no longer amorously handsy as much as sleepy.
He’s as easy to manipulate as a doll and Preston slips the nightshirt over his head. He eases him beneath the plush covers and then goes to the restroom to fill a glass of water. He also retrieves a few Tylenol and puts these by Ford’s bedside as well as a metal trash can, a cautionary measure he prays they won’t need.
This done, he changes into the other nightshirt before climbing between the covers himself and turning out the lights. Ford, half asleep, crawls over him, one ear pressing against his heart as he slurs, “Mmmm, nice ‘n warm.”
“I try to be.”
“Pres?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Love you...”
Preston’s lips twitch and yet again, he wonders how on earth he got so lucky, as he presses a kiss to the top of Ford’s head, “I love you too, dearest. I love you too.”
we can go dancing, we can go walking, as long as we're together ♪ pose from here @snuffysbox
Fic: Reeds In The Water (2/?)
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Pairing(s): Ford Pines/Preston Northwest (Fordwest), Stanley Pines/Ford Pines (Stancest), Stanley Pines/Preston Northwest (Prestan), Stanley Pines/Ford Pines/Preston Northwest (Prestanwich)
Warning: Language, Sex, First Time, supernatural elements
Summary: Set within the Coffee Stains and Cigarettes AU, Preston and Ford go on an adventure, aka, the sexual awakening of Preston Northwest.
Notes: I really hate this stories summary description, but honestly could not think of anything better…at least right now. Don’t be surprised if I update/change it.
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“Now don’t get mad…” Ford starts and Preston arches one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him, “Why would I be mad?”
He asks it in the way that indicates he’s never once been cross with Ford. Which is laughable. Ford knows better. While it’s true that, despite their past, wherein Ford was the target of Preston’s bullying, the two of them have gotten along companionably, they have had their disagreements. Nothing to the level Preston has had with Stanley, but they’ve certainly gotten under one another’s skin.
It’s rare these days, but it’s happened, and Ford feels like it might happen now as he winces, “Well, I mean, in order to-to make this work, I…well, I kind of had to contact your boss…”
“Bruce?” Preston lets slip, then corrects himself with a short cough, “I-I mean, Mr. Kincaid?”
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Anonymous prompt request: Fordwest with “let me go”
Maybe not as good as the first time I wrote it (*side-eyes shitty tumblr app on android), but still pleased overall. Another excuse to be horny on main. Warnings for light bondage, language, and public (kinda/not really) sexiness…
“Let me go,” Preston murmurs unconvincingly against Ford’s lips.
“Hrm, I think not,” Ford returns in a soft purr as he kisses Preston again, his tongue plunging deeply into the other man’s mouth. The sweater normally knotted about Preston’s shoulders is currently being used to keep Preston’s arms bound back behind his office chair.
At first, Ford had been worried Preston wouldn’t be into this idea, as well as worried that the position might be too restrictive or painful. But once assured that everything was perfectly fine and suitable, he’d begun to have real fun, crawling upon Preston’s lap, his legs spread on either side of him. His hands cup each side of his face, fingertips trailing through his dark hair, mussing it, even as the pads of his thumbs play along his cheekbones.
Preston, for his part, answers Ford’s questing tongue with his own, a muted moan escaping him as heat flushes throughout every vein in his body. He’s supposed to be working. This is his job. He’s in his office. But with the knowledge that the door is locked and Ford is on him, practically riding him, well…
And as if to punctuate that fact, Ford grinds his hips down, moving in a lurid display that accentuates the feeling of his plush ass against Preston’s rapidly growing erection. Another sound, this one a heartier groan, escapes Preston mid-kiss and his arms strain against his bonds. Suddenly he feels Ford smiling against his mouth and, with the thought that two can play this game, Preston cants his hips upwards. Hard.
The mimic of the sexual act catches Ford off guard and he whimpers, his grip in Preston’s hair tightening, and now it’s Preston’s turn to smile. He draws back enough to huff against his mouth, “Thought you were with your brother today…”
“He’s working,” Ford returns softly, their lips still touching, his eyes glazed with lust, “Thought you knew…”
“Mmm, and you couldn’t do this with him, I take it?”
“Hard to do in front of a bunch of contractors…”
“I see.”
“…besides, wanna do this with you.”
Preston’s heart flutters at the declaration, “Really?”
Ford nods and they haven’t really ever stopped kissing, working the words in between, “Love you too, remember?”
“I do,” he returns passionately, breathlessly, their lips parting enough so that he can nose his way over to the left side of Ford’s neck, licking and sucking there, making Ford’s head knock back, a sound of pure pleasure escaping him at the action, “But I like hearing you say it. Seeing you demonstrate it…”
Ford’s hips move again, rising and falling in their own display, another recreation and Christ, Preston’s pants are growing tight. He suddenly hates his khakis more than he’s ever hated anything. He draws away from Ford’s neck, falling back against his chair and his palms are sweating, wrists fighting against what holds them back.
Again, Ford can feel the struggle, and again he seems beyond pleased. Chuckling darkly as he croons, “Problem?”
“Wretch,” Preston returns smartly and breathes in through his nose, “You are making me into a stereotype, dear. I’ve never thought of myself as the Christian Grey type, yet here I am.”
“You’re nothing like him. He’s a lousy character. Obsessive, controlling-”
“Not hearing much different, to be honest.”
“Oh, you’re different,” Ford promises and he really hasn’t stopped moving, undulating against Preston, and he’s panting now and Preston whines his name because if this keeps up…
What is it with the Pines twins and getting him worked up at his location of employment? First there was the heated affair with Stanley in this building’s elevator and now Stanford here in his office. Soon no place will be safe. Everywhere he goes will be a reminder of what he has waiting at home for him. Two brothers who love nothing more than to bring him to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
There’s softer things too, of course. Love, companionship, a sense of family. Nice, simple things that make his life stable and worth living. Things that are not entangled in hormones and primal carnality. But, to be fair, it seems to be that that they bring to his work. Not lunch dates and friendly visits, no, it’s this.
He’s not certain what it is about his work that makes the Pines brothers so…amorous, but apparently it’s an infliction neither can fight. Not that he has much room to talk. He does allow these things to happen. His heaving breathing has joined alongside Ford’s and his forehead is coated in a fine sheen of sweat as he starts answering Ford’s actions with his own, thrusting upwards and god, yes, he feels rather…rather close…
The phone rings.
The shrill sound of it makes Preston freeze, blood going cold. Ford stops as well, but while he has a look of momentary alarm, it drops, becoming something…truly wicked. Coy even, as he kisses Preston deeply again before drawing back to say wetly against his mouth, “It’s just the phone…they can’t see us…”
“They can’t-?” Preston foolishly starts and then Ford, the absolute devil, bends back enough to click the speaker on. The phone comes to life, a voice ringing out, “Mr. Northwest?”
The wide eyed look Preston shoots Ford must be terribly comical, because Ford slaps both hands over his mouth to stifle his laughter, and he just looks so goddamned pleased with himself. He’s still on Preston’s lap. Preston’s hands are tied behind his back. Preston…Preston is aroused. His dick at full mast and a voice he doesn’t recognize is talking to him from his phone’s speaker!
“Mr. Northwest, are you there?”
The sheer audacity! The-the gall! The look Preston now gives Ford would whither most people. Ford? Ford just falls forward, burying his face into the right side of Preston’s neck and the smile Preston feels there, the smile right against his skin. The little minx! The scapegrace! The-!
“I think we may have a bad connection…”
“No,” Preston manages awkwardly, even though, honestly, he should just let the call die, he finds himself answering, “I’m-I’m here…”
“Oh! Good! Okay, well, this is Mark Barnett? From accounting? I just wanted to let you know those invoices are complete and headed your way via e-mail. You told us in the last meeting that you wanted to be notified the moment they were on their way, so”
“Ah, yes, yes, I-I remember…” Preston manages and he’s being licked. Ford is licking him. The silky point of Ford’s tongue trails along one corded side of Preston’s neck and rises to his earlobe. An earlobe that disappears into the hot cavern of Ford’s mouth. Teeth gently scrap the tender flesh as Preston sighs dreamily, “Th-thank you for-ahh-for getting-getting back to muh-me as-as I requested.”
The last word comes out extremely shaky and broken because now, not only is Ford sucking his earlobe, but he’s moving again. Jesus, the feel of him. He’s rubbing and pushing, shifting himself downwards, and Preston’s been inside Ford before. He knows what it’s like to be buried deep within him and even with their clothes separating them, this is too much, too much of a reminder.
Preston mouths ‘fuck’, the muscles in his throat twisting, wrists pulling so hard against the sweater he worries he’ll somehow tear the fabric and he wants this all to be over, to be different. He wants the bonds gone, he wants their clothes gone, he wants Ford face down on his desk and for his hands to be grabbing fistfuls of his curved, full hips as he empties himself in-!
“Are you alright, sir?”
Preston knows he sounds strangled even as, thankfully, Ford pauses, as if curious to hear what will happen next, “Pardon?”
“You sound…strange…”
“Do-uh-do I?”
“Yes. Sort of…throaty…”
While it’s a relief Ford is no longer trying to bring him to the brink, it’s just as vexing to know that Ford’s body is now shaking, trembling, from glee. Preston swallows a lot of air before returning primly, “Yes, I, ah, I’m afraid I might be coming down with something.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Northwest! I hope you get better soon.”
“Yes, thank you and thank you again for your hard work. Goodbye.” He doesn’t need to look at Ford for his lover to take the hint, the last word spoken with such steely authority that Ford obeys, bending back to click the speaker off and conclude the call.
Laughter ripples out of Stanford even as Preston’s voice rises, “You absolute monster!”
If anything this just makes Ford laugh harder, his arms wrapping around himself, and it’s amazing he hasn’t fallen back to roll around on the floor. He’s close to hysterical at what just transpired and Preston glares at him, “Just wait until we get home!”
Ford wipes away some tears, “Ahahaha-ha-ha-ho-home?”
Preston makes a sound of assent, “When I tell your brother…”
“Oh? You’re not going to get your own revenge?”
“I will,” Preston promises, “But your brother? He’s the master of this sort of thing, is he not? And with my help? Why…just imagine…”
Ford gulps and it’s clear that he hadn’t given that thought. His two lovers…plotting against him…
He tries a contrite look, but currently it doesn’t sit well with him at all, “C’mon, Pres, I was just playing around…”
“And so shall I,” he intones ominously, “And so shall he…”
“Pres…”
“And so,” Preston edges up and sneaks in a kiss, “Shall we…”
Fic: Grounds and Dust, Chapter 5
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Pairing(s): Stanley Pines/Ford Pines (Stancest), Stanley Pines/Preston Northwest (Prestan), Ford Pines/Preston Northwest (Fordwest), Stanley Pines/Ford Pines/Preston Northwest (Prestanwich)
Warning: Angst, Sibling Incest, Explicit Language, Past Child Abuse, Polyamory, Self-Harm, Blood, Violence, Choking, Attempted Murder, Demonic Possession, Demons
Summary: Set within the Coffee Stains and Cigarettes AU, we take a peek into the far flung future - wherein Stan brings back a portal-lost Ford…only to discover he’s even more lost than he ever feared.
Notes: FINALLY finished this chapter. It’s been collecting dust in my drafts for a bit as I did those prompts and other things. Just needed to be closed out and I finally did that this past week! Now to address the three hundred other things I need to do...
Preview:
Dipper Pines has never considered himself a light sleeper, but even a deep one would be awoken by the sound of…well, someone falling all over themselves in the dark. A mixture of thumpings, thuddings, and a sharp, hissed curse that slices right through his slumbering state, having him bolting upright with an alarmed cry and okay, yes, the cry is a lot higher in pitch than he would like.
But again, there’s someone in the room! Someone who is not him, nor Mabel, and the cry must have been even louder (and embarrassingly shriller) than even he thought, because he hears the sound of heavy footsteps beating up the stairs, the attic bedroom door bursting open to flood the room with golden light.
Grunkle Stan looks breathless and just as alarmed as Dipper feels, “Hey-! Kid! What-!”
Dipper has his blanket pulled up to his chin, his eyes wide with fright as he gestures over to where the sounds came from. Grunkle Stan clicks on the room’s lights and both he and Dipper bear witness to the sight of a very undignified Mr. Northwest, crumpled up on the floor, practically hanging upside down from the tiny triangle window.
Grunkle Stan rolls his eyes.
Hard.
Dipper has a very different reaction, voice colored with confusion, “Mister…Northwest?”
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Fic: Reeds In The Water (1/?)
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Pairing(s): Ford Pines/Preston Northwest (Fordwest), Stanley Pines/Ford Pines (Stancest), Stanley Pines/Preston Northwest (Prestan), Stanley Pines/Ford Pines/Preston Northwest (Prestanwich)
Warning: Language, Sex, First Time, supernatural elements
Summary: Set within the Coffee Stains and Cigarettes AU, Preston and Ford go on an adventure, aka, the sexual awakening of Preston Northwest.
Notes: I really hate this stories summary description, but honestly could not think of anything better...at least right now. Don’t be surprised if I update/change it.
Preview:
“And you’re sure you’re completely packed?”
“I dunno. I mean, I probably wasn’t the first three hundred times ya asked me, so you might as well go ahead and go for three hundred and one. Maybe even two!”
“Stanley…” Ford’s voice comes out stern and long suffering, yet Preston can’t help chuckling at it, even as he turns the page of his newspaper. He’s caught between reading an article about the new overpass going up near the 405 and knowing for a fact that Stanley is going to be a big part of that. Hence the packing. He fidgets slightly where he sits, thinking of how Stanley will be gone on this job for well over a week.
An entire week…
True, it’s nothing like when he left for months back before…well, everything. Everything that happened, everything that changed. But still, the last time Stanley Pines was away from his brother for a lengthy period, it did not go over well. Ford was a wreck without his twin and while Preston had been there to offer his support and friendship, it…it hadn’t been enough.
…so, facing this now, knowing what came before…
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Fic: Grounds and Dust, Chapter 4
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Pairing(s): Stanley Pines/Ford Pines (Stancest), Stanley Pines/Preston Northwest (Prestan), Ford Pines/Preston Northwest (Fordwest), Stanley Pines/Ford Pines/Preston Northwest (Prestanwich)
Warning: Angst, Sibling Incest, Explicit Language, Past Child Abuse, Polyamory, Self-Harm, Blood, Violence, Choking, Attempted Murder, Demonic Possession, Demons
Summary: Set within the Coffee Stains and Cigarettes AU, we take a peek into the far flung future - wherein Stan brings back a portal-lost Ford...only to discover he's even more lost than he ever feared.
Notes: Gonna dedicate this to @merlonks who wanted to see some Fordwest. Prepare to get wreeeeeecked.
Preview:
“Honestly, that-that man…” Preston grumbles as he hovers around the doctor working on Ford’s hand. It’d taken some time and trickery to lure Ford out of the basement. And Mabel. Once Stan spoke with her about what she fed him, it became clear that apparently cookies were the key to getting him to come out of hiding. It was possible some other kind of food would have worked, that perhaps the man was simply hungry, but regardless that’s what they used to get him up and out of the darkness.
Well, what Mabel used. While Stan had been able to comfort his wounded brother for a time, eventually he’d been shoved aside (his words) and Ford retreated back into the shadows. Stan hadn’t wanted to manhandle his already skittish, injured twin out of hiding, so he’d turned to his niece.
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