BillFord Smut. For kinky BillFord shippers.

Fuck You

((This one will take place when Ford is in the multiverse bc portal Ford is underrated.))

Ford wandered around the dark side of the street. The dimension he was in at the moment was pretty run-down and dark.
And he wasn't in a good part of town. But it's been 14 years since, so he's kind of experienced with this kind of thing.

Ford sighed. He was pretty lonely, although he only noticed 2 years ago. He just wanted someone to talk to. Anyone, really.
But he didn't expect that anyone to be a certain, well-known enemy of his. Or as Bill called it: Frenemy. Enemies who stick around with each other because they have no one else, even though they hate each other.

"Well, Well, Well.." The voice said, slowly. Ford could tell who it was. "Bill, go the fuck away, I don't want or need you here," Ford demanded, obviously annoyed.
"Oh, but I heard you were lonely! Frenemies, remember?" Bill asked, and Ford grumbled in clear annoyance.
"..Say! We could go to one of my alt places! It's better than this dump! Don't worry, It's not made of human corpses, or anything weird like that! I'm sure you'd like it!" Bill offered.

It didn't seem like a bad idea to Ford at first, but then he remembered about how Bill used him.
"What?! You think I want to live with you after what you did to me?!" Ford raised his voice at Bill.
"Yeah, Genius! What, you wanna stay at this dumpster fire, looking in garbage cans for food, and get raped by some gang while they almost beat you to death like you're some homeless guy?" Bill gave a decent reason as to why Ford should go with him.

"..No.." Ford said, giving into it. "Good. Now come on!" Bill opened a portal to a different dimension and shoved Ford through it.
It was... Un-describable. The place looked like earth, mixed with hell.
"Yeesh.." Ford cringed at the place.
"Yeah. It's not the ritz, but my house is better than this place. Stands out the most." Bill said, pulling Ford along to his place.

They arrived, and Ford then realized what Bill meant by it stood out the most.
It was about the size of a mansion, and completely white and gold.
"Well, this is.. certainly unexpected," Ford said, looking up at the house.
"Told ya," Bill said, dragging Ford inside the house.

"Could I get you something to eat?" Bill asked. "Uh.. Sure. What do you have?" Ford was curious yet scared to know the answer to his question.
"Uh... I managed to steal something called 'pizza' from your original dimension!"
"Great!" Ford was practically starving.

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They finished eating.
"So, where're you sleeping in here?" Bill asked. "I dunno.. I guess I can take a look around."

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"This room?"
"Sure."
"I need a yes or no, Sixer."
"Yes."
"Good."

They both walk in and look at the room.

Bill uses his foot to shut the door, creeps up behind Ford, and puts his hands on Ford's shoulders, then switching to a back-hug. "Missed ya, brainiac."
"What are you planning, now, Bill? Trying to emotionally manipulate me again?"
"Oh, no! Not that.. Just wanna.. do something to you..." Bill said, sliding a nail across Fords chin.
"You mean..?"
"Yup."
((Damn Bill, calm yo tits you just got him back-))

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I agree with young me: cALM YO TITS YOU HORNY SHIT.

Okay but like why did young me picture bill as some like horny hypersexual??? he's like barely that like???? yeah idk