I need someone to write a Ford/Reader(or OC I don’t care) with past Billford but like properly.
By like properly I want it to be obvious. Fuck the innuendos and all that. Like I need in writing there was some freak nasty going on between Ford and his geometry assignment.
There is also the fact I believe Bill would be obsessed with that side of Ford. Especially since Bill doesn’t know what that is like or could understand why Ford would want a partner. Since Bill thinks he’s more than enough and in the beginning he totally wouldn’t understand what the feeling was. Of course realizing you’re in love doesn’t make you a better person.
Ford being at the center of it all being the reason why. Bill can’t stop “tormenting” them cause he is jealous but he never picked apart why till later. Not till Ford fell in the portal and the only piece of Ford left is them. On the other side of the portal desperately trying to repair this mistake and get their other half back. Which is where Bill would hate them for being so loyal, so stupid, so them… It’s where the other part of his obsession starts.
Bill can’t fathom the hope. That’s what Stan and they would be the picture of hope.
(Honestly if this gets enough attention the someone might be me honestly. Cause I need this dynamic. I know it could be so good if written right.)
Kinky Researcher FordxReader. Add Electron Carpet and hints of pegging for flavor and you get NSFW.
The last thing you recall was rolling around the floor kissing Ford like your life depended on it.
When you opened your eyes, the first thing that came to mind was that you're having an out-of-the-body experience. Surely, the look of shock you saw on your own face should be proof of that; it mirrored your own shock! Then again, you've never heard of an out-of-body experience where the person stared at themselves.
You see yourself reach out to place a hand on your cheek...
"Oh, holy mother of Tesla," you hear yourself say softly. "The carpet works!"
You didn't respond immediately; you were still processing the sensation of the soft hand running over the hairs on your face. Then it clicked.
"FORD?"
"[Y/N]?!?"
With a hoarse yell, you push away from yourself and scramble backwards over the carpet. Spying a large mirror in the corner of the room, you run towards it and stare at the reflection of...Stanford Pines, half-dressed scientist and researcher with the glasses askew over the nose. Without looking away from the mirror, you feel youself raising a large, six-fingered hand to touch your face. It was surreal, feeling stubble on your cheek with a hand that was not your own. You were also aware of a tight yet pleasant sensation under Ford's big-buckle belt.
"This is weird," you murmur in Ford's deep voice, running large hands over the rest of his--your?--face, hair, neck, hairy chest...you look down and spot the large bulge tenting the pants. You raise a hand to your face, looking awed at how you could wiggle all six digits.
"Ford, what did you mean when you said 'the carpet works'?" you ask, turning around to see him run his--your!--hand over the blue carpet.
"Well," he began to say, putting a finger up to the bridge of his nose before realizing that he's not wearing glasses. "This carpet here is an invention of mine. I haven't fully tested its capabilities before you started working for me here in Gravity Falls. Now I know that, with the slightest static electricity, this carpet can switch people's minds!"
"Okay, that's great," you say, walking over to the carpet. "Let's shuffle our feet over this thing and switch back..."
But he stopped you by placing a hand over your bare chest. "Wait! Don't you want to explore this opportunity before changing back?"
You look down at him incredulously; he looks so excited...in your body. "What, you want to find out what it feels like to have sex as the opposite gender?"
"Yes," he whispered, running a hand over your chest, which is currently Ford's broad and hairy chest. His now smaller hand found a nipple and started toying with it, making you gasp and your cock twitch inside your pants.
"O-okay," you whisper. You're a scientist; how many female scientists can get to experience having sex as a man?
You gasp again when he suddenly cupped the front of your pants, gently palming the bulge. "Seems a little tight in there, [Y/N]. Let's get comfortable on the couch."
You could only swallow as Ford takes your hand and leads you back to the couch. He sits down in front of you and proceeds to take off the belt and pants. The relief you feel when your pants and boxers were removed was amazing.
Ford smiles up at you, stroking the length of the shaft. "This reminds me of my time at Backupsmore," he murmurs as he reaches out to cup your balls. "I did a lot of experimenting outside the labs."
Hazily, you knew he was talking about his sexual proclivities when he was a University student. You didn't think he was quite adventurous in the bedroom when you first started working for him. How delightfully wrong I was, you thought, before all thoughts were wiped from your mind when you feel him lap up the pre-cum from the tip of your cock.
You could hear him chuckle over your panting before letting you go. He twists around on the couch and asks, "Can you help me out of your bra?"
You nod and kick away the pants and boxers before unclasping your bra. Ford shakes out of it and looks down admiringly at his chest. "I do love your breasts," he says softly.
"And I love it when you do this," you say before cupping a breast with your large hand. Now Ford is gasping as you massage your own breast, teasing the nipple between your fingers until it becomes a hard little nub. "And this," you say again as you lean in to lick that hard nipple. It's not that different from licking on Ford's nipple, but your breast is fuller than his pectoral. After turning to lick the other nipple, Ford grabs the sides of your head and lifts it up to face him. He was flushed and panting heavily.
"I want to be fucked," he panted, kissing you hungrily. "I want you to fuck me hard in the pussy."
He immediately pulls you towards the carpet. You help him pull his pants and panties off in one motion and throw them across the room. When you turn to face him, he had rolled over on his hands and knees, facing away from you. Remembering the few times you pegged Ford, you kneel behind him and start lining up the tip of your penis to his lower lips.
"Oh god!" he moans, lowering his head to the carpet as you started to push into the warm, slick entrance of your own body. "Oh god, this feels so good!"
"Yeah..." you whisper, pushing it in as slowly as possible. Ford was always loud when you penetrate him with the strap-on. But this time is different. The sensation of having a dick and sheathing it in your own pussy...you grab his hips and thrust the rest of the way in, making you and Ford cry out in pleasure at the same time.
"This...this feels so damned good," you moan, lowering your chest until it meets Ford's smooth back. You wrap your arms around his waist, kiss his back, and start thrusting gently into him.
"Move faster, [Y/N]!" Ford whines. He starts bucking his hips, meeting you thrust for thrust. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
You oblige. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping on skin. Ford starts crying out in pleasure; you feel him clench around your dick.
"I'm close...I'm close!" he screams, clenching hard around you as he orgasms. You buck into him once and feel something hot come out from the tip of your cock, filling him with your cum.
The two of you collapse sideways on the carpet, your softening member still inside of him as you recover from your first ejaculation. After a few moments, you carefully pull out of him and lie on your back on the carpet. You feel Ford shift to turn around and snuggle next to you.
"That was amazing," he whispers, stretching out to kiss your cheek. "We should do this again soon."
"Yeah," you agree, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
InterdimensionalOutlaw!FordxFemReader
Summary: I am amazed at how well the opening stanza of the song works as a teaser from Ford’s POV. I just thought it was a good title at first.
Oh, a storm is threatening
My very life today.
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away.
Rating: PG for a threatening situation
Word count: ~800
Prompt: Ford wants to create a human, in the form an AI. After 30 years he finishes his work, surprised past feelings are emerging.
Rate - M
Request by my dear friend @toastofdestiel, I LOVED her prompt so soooo much that I had to post it in chapters instead while I try to finish the 10k+ story ^^’
ENJOY! (ps, I SUCK at titles!)
“Ford, you know she would only be human on the outside, not on the inside,” Fiddleford shrugged to his partner Stanford. He inspected the rough blueprints of Ford's considerable goal since graduating from college. “She's going to be a robot, no matter how you look at her. She's only nuts and bolts”
“I know that.” Ford admittedly said. Leisurely, he reviewed over his outlines one more time. He knew he got everything correct, everything was set in perfect motion. He planned to create a human being, but, an AI.
In spite of that true fact, she wasn't going to be a simple AI. She was going to be filled with emotions, act excellently like a normal human would, have urges, emotions, dreams, thoughts and overall happiness. He programmed her to be her very own person, that's all he wanted for her; she was so much more than Fiddleford perceived her to be. Nothing was going to stop him.
It's not because he was lonely, no, of course it wasn't. Sure, he wasn't the most social and charming guy with the ladies. Her certainly tried and failed.
This was his ultimate experiment, creating a human being, it didn't matter in the least if she was a only an AI. He created her to be human, a person and that's what he's going to triumphantly achieve. A genuine conscious.
He got the spark of such a wonderful idea in his recurring dreams, they were always pleasant enough for him. Even awake now, he can imagine those sparkling eyes, true to life skin, and flowing hair. She would laugh, and smile, and do everything and anything she's ever wanted. Her curiosity and admiration would be her will. Especially, feel love, and give love.
He did have mild scenarios were he would wonder what it would be like to finally stroke her hair, press his lips to her glowing skin, look into her shimmering eyes, hear her rich voice actually functioning through her pink lips; breath in her scent - yes, he added and established a natural scent to her being when she comes alive.
Funny, If he didn't already fancy her, he did now. She was going to be his dream come true.
30 years later…
He nearly forgot about her when he returned through the portal.
No. In the back of his head he always thought about the AI that could have been. She was always in his mind, even when he didn't know, wasn't aware she was a nonexistent memory, he was going to start her, but he never did. It crept back into his brain when his eyes shuffled upon his aging old papers and manuscripts in the basement.
A folded blue piece of paper slipped out of a tattered folder and landed at his feet. Right there, he remembered everything. Shes was an idea, he thought she would forever be that, the one idea taunting him silently in the back of his head.
He slowly crouched and picked it up from between his feet. He took his time opening the paper, reminiscing on the nostalgia of those valuable days now wasted from being in the portal for so long. He needed to get back to working on his inventions, creating was his life, there was nothing more he wanted to do than discover the undiscovered and create from the impossible.
He sighed in exhaustion, scanning over the notes and outline of his valued invention he once could create. He was much too weary now, he definitely could bring the to life, literally. But, there was much to do.
No, nothing ever stopped him before. It wasn't his age that withered his motivation, nor what he's been through since arriving from the portal; it was fear. He was highly optimistic in his younger years about everything, there was nothing he couldn't push himself to achieve personally. Only, this was a bigger scope. It was a creation of a being, a female AI.
Ford placed the print down next to him and rubbed his tired eyes.
Sitting himself down, he closed his eyes. His mind deliberately lost focus and reverted to fond memories of what his creation always was, and might be if she were truly in front of him. The warm fingers were his favorite. He imagined his creation stroking smoothly at his frame, pecking sweetly at his forehead, neck, and cheek. Her feather soft touch and keen smile. He notably sighed in content, and mentally blushed.
He imagined what her pink lips would be like, soft and thin? Warm and inviting?
He shook his head from side to side and clutched at his blueprints, abruptly standing up.
She needed to be here with him. And, he was going to make it happen.
He knew Stanley wouldn't question his long absence in the basement, the kids would, nevertheless this was for him. He needed silence and extended privacy.
He already had all the materials in the basement, they were dusted and slightly old, it would make do. He could make something imperfect grand.
Day and night he worked on the insides, the wires, sensors, and the overall emotional and critical programs for making her absolutely human for his liking. It was the purpose of his goal after all.
The closer her got to finishing his greatest creation the more he knew this was, without a doubt, the women in his head. Everything was stainless. He took into hours of details into her. For example, the strands of her hair right down to the eyelashes in her eyelids.
It was eccentric. Whenever he would accidently slept on top of his work he would open his eyes to look down to her, almost scaring himself into thinking she's was already real and simply resting. But, he was close. So close.
Some moments, he would just stare. He completed the essential out view of her figure, the skin, breasts, teeth, all of it. Yet, what grabbed his attention was her hands and lips. He was alarmed how what he picture in his mind for decades was right in front of him, and was closer than he could possibly imagine. Sometimes, he was stroke her lifeless hand, tracing his fingers over her visible veins and nails, locked in a state of extremity.
Inadvertently, he would weave their hands together, ignoring the fact he had six fingers. Sourly brushing that along, he noticed how right it was. She fit utterly ideal in his hands.
He had much affection for her. And, she was a fleck of an idea in his head. He would shock himself when invention like that were in his hands. They seem so simple or even complicated to venture, nevertheless, with a little adherence and compassion for his work, he usually skilfully finished his production. He brought them to life, into this world. He had that ability, and he didn't let it go to waste.
He was fairly reluctant with her, he had to admit. In the back recesses of his brain he thought she was going to turn out horrible. However, seeing her practically finished made his heart flutter, such a striking, positive action made him bite back a grin. He loved it. It was stimulating. He conspicuously feared she would turn out to be who he thought she was when he imagined her up. Now, he couldn't have been more dead wrong to ever have any of those pessimistic assumptions.
His exasperated eyes peered instantly at her once more, he leaned in and gingerly kissed the top of her forehead and clicked the power. This moment is what he has been waiting for.
