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_Is it really revenge I_
Bill doesn’t understand what’s going on. This shack and it's inhabitants are his whole world, and yet he feels like he's no more than some unwanted guest.
Daddy seems to hate him, and Uncle Stan always glares at him, and Dipper seems more interested in daddy than him (and vice versa), and Mabel has her friends and barely ever spends time with him. Soos and Melody have each other, and are busy having their own baby now that Bill’s become less interesting to them, replacing him, and Wendy isn’t even in Gravity Falls anymore. Not that she ever liked him, but still! Even Waddles has friends! The goat from outside, and a few possums!
Bill doesn’t have anyone. Not unless his favorite stuffie counts, a pink salamander he named Frillsy. It’s just not fair, because daddy’s supposed to be his, but daddy seems to be everyone else but his! He had to act out for even just a bit of his attention and it hurts his heart so bad.
Only so many crying fits make him feel better in these trying times. Only so many self-inflicted ouchies make him feel okay, and only for so long. He feels like he’s trapped surrounded by people who hate him, and it hurts so bad.
He’s all cries out for the day, done with his daily hour-long meltdown. His favorite part of the day is soon to follow. That being, when he’s picked up off of whatever surface he’s chosen to cry and kick on (today, the loving room couch) and carried to his and Daddy's room. Daddy tends not to say anything, but sometimes he'll chide him.
“Daddy…” He murmurs as he's picked up, leaning into the other's hold, eye still closed. Seems like it's a silent day again. He expects to be laid onto his bed soon, tucked in, then left. That's how it always goes.
Instead of being laid into his bed for his nap though, he’s set on a much bigger expanse of softness. Confusion fills him, so he peeks his eye open, looking up at Daddy. He's sitting on the bed, too, looking down at him, something strange about his eyes. After a few moments he doesn't move, just utters:
“Close your eye.”
Bill wiggles on the plush bedding, frowning, but complies. After that, he hears shuffling, feels the mattress divot as Daddy moves. Then... wait. Why is he so cold on his legs now? He feels the ends of his pants and pull up briefly catch his feet, but he didn't see pajamas.
“Daddy…?”
“Hush.” Ford states firmly. Then he places a hand on each leg, pushing them apart. Is Daddy checking in on his reflexes, like a Doctor's visit? Does he get candy if he is? Well, now Bill's eager!
He smiles, giggling in anticipation. Something firm and rough prods at his inner thigh and he shivers, pouting a bit. That's not reflex testing! The movies don't show that. Daddy’s finger feels so cold against the warmth of his skin.
“Daddy, that’s a no-no spot.” Bill reminds as he keeps pouting. It feels weird.
“I’m aware.” Ford states simply, then migrates his touch upward- to the precious little spot between those thighs.
Bill whimpers as he’s prodded at, then reminds once again, “You said nobody can touch me there.”
“Excluding me.” Ford counters, gingerly spreading his folds. Now Bill is very cold, and he feels exposed in a way he never conceived before.
“Why’s it feel so weird?” Bill whines.
“I’m getting you ready.” Ford states, gently brushing his fingers over a spot that makes Bill whine like a hurt little pup.
“For what?” He asks, feeling like he might cry, just a bit.
“Just- give me a moment and hush.” Daddy insists, pulling his finger away from his sensitive spot to instead dip one into his- his hole, just barely.
Bill’s breathing hitches, and his voice is shaky as he says, “But you didn’t answer me-.”
Daddy smacks his left thigh hard. Bill squeals and kicks out at the man, eye snapping open, a move that a single hand and a glare easily dissuades.
“Do that again and you’re getting a spanking.” Ford states firmly, face a stone cold image for such a little boy.
“But daddyyy…”
“Hush.” He re-iterates, then turns to address the little boy’s anatomy as opposed to his person. He leans forward and, in the strangest display Bill has ever seen, he sniffs deeply. He feels a bit flustered as Ford takes a moment with his mouth half-open- looking like he might say something, then instead makes a weird groaning sound before speaking once more.
“You’ve been bad lately.” He informs, and the tone is a bit off from the typical put upon irritation he’s used to.
Even so, Bill replies with his typical, “Nuh uh, daddy.”
“Do not lie to your father.” Ford states, but it isn’t sharp. He grabs one of Bill’s thighs, rubs his cheek against the inner flesh with a soft sigh, and Bill doesn’t know if he’s allowed to laugh at the ticklish sensation. So he just bites his lip, toes twitching as he tries not to kick his leg out.
“You need to be kept in line, boy,” Ford states, “So I’ll make you feel better in a special way, and you will behave so you may… feel it again. It’ll be our secret.”
Bill never agreed to that, and honestly doesn’t feel like doing so, but he doesn’t really want a spanking right now so that part will simply go unsaid. He can read between the lines, see what his Daddy really means. What the man means is that he will hate Bill even more than he already does if he tattles to anyone about what’s about to happen. So all he has to do is show that he won’t, then maybe he’ll like him or even love him. Easy!
“Pinky promise, daddy.” He says as he lowers a hand down, extending his own pinkie out for Ford.
He takes a moment, eyeing the offered finger, expression unreadable for the little boy. However, he does extend his extra finger out, reaching his much larger hand to greet his boys. Their fingers hook together, and they gently shake their hands. Deal!
“Now, relax.” Ford says, voice softer as he places the hand on one of Bill’s thighs. Lowers down to put his face between his legs. So Bill does. He lays back, head cushioned against Ford’s pillow, humming softly as he stares up at the ceiling. And when he feels something scalding hot covers his entire privates, he does his best not to react.
He holds out for a good bit, eyebrows pressed together, feeling as Daddy’s tongue(?) presses and swipes over him. The sounds are kind of gross, filling the air of the entire bedroom, and it makes his nose wrinkle a bit. But Daddy feels so warm… so wet, and eventually the sucks are making his legs kick in a way he can’t quite control but has to try to because he still doesn’t want to get spanked.
Tinglies are in his tummy. This is quickly getting to be too much. Soon he’s whimpering, then shaking, then gasping, so tense in his belly as Ford just keeps drinking him up. Even when he loses his fight against the urge to kick out Ford doesn’t stop, he just wraps his arms securely around his thighs, tilts him up, and licks even harder.
And when Bill hits that crux, when that tension releases, when he moans long and hard, he doesn’t stop or even adjust their position. He just moans, slurps up all the liquid he gushes out, and if anything hones in harder.
“Daddy, ow.” Bill whispers, lowering a shaky hand to set on the other’s hair.
A hard suck against his sensitive nub makes him squeal, pull at the other’s head, and all but scream, “Daddy, ow!” In repetition.
Ford pulls back briefly, panting, then murmurs a drunk sounding, “Oh sweet Moses…” before diving back in. Eating his little boy like he’s the most delectable snack ever.
Bill gasps, eye widening, mouth shaky and falling open. He thinks he already peed a little, but his daddy licks it up like it isn’t weird at all. Keeps going like the tinglies aren’t happening again. Maybe this is just something daddy’s do…? Or, just his daddy. For some reason, he feels inside that he shouldn’t be surprised by the other’s behavior, even though he doesn’t know what it is.
It’s quickly getting goopy and uncomfortable, all tingly and too much. He starts whining without pause, but daddy doesn’t care, he just keeps sucking and sucking, arms keeping his legs nice and parted as he relentlessly drinks Bill dry. It hurts, and his tummy is aching, and he’s crying a little, but it’s daddy. Daddy without his frown, daddy without his sharp words, daddy without his winces, daddy without his pointed questions. Just daddy.
And if this is how he has to get daddy’s attention without all those things, then he’ll just deal with it this time at least. It feels- kinda good… he thinks?
He’ll walk on unsteady legs the next morning for it.