I Wonder How Bill Would React To Someone Wanting Him Carnally

wait I kinda want him

i was born in the right century i love looking at boys kissing on my phone

The Morning After —

Velvette x reader,, 770 words

summary — The follow up morning after a one night stand with your situationship, Velvette, during particularly rowdy party.

tags — Fluff, mentions of sex, reader isn’t dating Velvette, pining, wlw implied but not really, gn reader

a/n — I am so in love with her she’s so pretty. Expect more Velvette content in the future. I know they don’t get as much attention but i’m down bad.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how warm you were. It took you a moment to adjust to your surroundings.

Instead of your shitty apartment, you woke in a far more glamorous, if you were being honest superior, room covered in lots of pinks. Yours and someone else’s clothes were scattered on the floor, along with various wine glasses.

And contrary to the usual solitude you woke with, you had your arms tightly wrapped around Velvettes stomach.

You internally groan. The party, you thought to yourself. Last night you went to an extravagant party hosted by the Vees, and had obviously ended up in Velvettes bed.

Of course, you two had fucked before, duh. In fact, your casual sex ‘booty-call’ relationship seemed to suit you both. But you had never actually cuddled with her afterwards, and you especially hadn’t stayed the whole night. 

And yet, something was drawing you closer to her. As if when you break this contact you’ll never get this moment back. You pulled her closer to you by her stomach and nuzzled your head in the crook of her neck.

It’s then you got a good look at you. Her hair had fluffed up into its natural form in the night, leaving it soft and puffy, also allowing you to smell the faint strawberry conditioner she uses.

Morning light fell on her through the window, highlighting her features perfectly, ironically almost angelically. Her makeup from last night had smeared, her lipstick rubbing off onto her lower lip and her mascara smeared on her cheeks.

You could see her neck was littered in hickeys and from the ache on yours, you could only assume you had the same problem.

You press a gentle kiss on her neck and she stirred, humming softly.

“Morning,” you whisper, planting another kiss on the bruises on her neck.

“You’re still here,” she remarked, yawning and arching her back up into you. 

The comment wasn’t mean-spirited, just simply an observation.

“I’m still here,” you say, almost, if not more dumbfounded than her.

This wasn’t your usual ‘fuck, clean-up, and run’ routine, but Velvette didn’t seem to mind. 

“You know the coffee maker in the corner of the room?” Velvette asked, voice still groggy from sleep and a mild hangover.

“Yeah, I’m aware of it,” you say, scanning the room the place where the machine was.

“‘Would love some. Thank you, darling.” She nuzzled into the pillow next to her and gently pushed you away. 

You roll your eyes slightly and get up, “How do you like your coffee?”

She simply groaned and buried her face in the pillow, “Who cares.” Maybe, she had more than a mild hangover after all.

You had a sneaking feeling that after you poured her coffee she would definitely care. 

After coming back to the bed with two mugs she glanced up at you, “Toss me my bra, would you, darling?” 

“Oh, of course, princess,” you tease, “Would you like a back massage while i’m at it?” 

She took this in consideration, “Well if you’re offering.” She smiled cockily at you as she put on her bra and took her coffee mug off of the table.

You got back into bed and she squeezed in next to you, resting her head on your chest. 

She took a swig of the coffee and made a face, “It’s too bitter.” 

“You said you didn’t care!” you laugh a little. 

There was something so funny about the current situation, you two lying in bed together with her at your side. Drinking coffee and bantering.

It all felt so domestic.

Which you felt strange because for one, you weren’t even dating and two, until today you had no doubts in your mind that you two were nothing more than great sex every now and than.

“Whatever,” she chirped, “I guess i’ll just have to go back to bed.” Velvette pulled you closer to her as she got comfortable.

A little part of you wondered if she was just bitching about the coffee to have an excuse to go back to bed. But why? So she could keep cuddling you? So you wouldn’t leave so soon?

You chose not to think about it, petting her hair gently as she went back to sleep. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked like this, peaceful. 

“Sweet dreams, princess,” This time the nickname didn’t feel as mocking. You thought about going back to bed, but you decided to stay up. 

After all, you wanted to be there when Velvette woke up in your arms once again.

a/n —Following up a fic where the reader and Vox aren’t just friends or lovers but a secret third thing with a fic where the reader and Velvette aren’t just friends or lovers but a secret third thing.

I’m not projecting, my love life is uncomplicated and great.

YOUNG FIDDLEFORD BRO FINALLY SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS ME!!!!!!!1!1!1! I LOVE HIM SM HES SUCH A CUTE HILLBILLY NERD I NEED MORE FICS OF HIM🙏🙏 I WANNA FIDDLE ON HIS FORD 🤤 that was terrible im so sorry

Oh what I would give to fiddle on his ford 😵‍💫 (SOMEONE PLEASE SEND A REQUEST, not just ‘more fiddleford’ A PROMPT PLEASE A PROMPTT)

not posting tonight because i’m tired so have some leftovers while I work on stanley headcanons and more filthy bill smut

LALALALA what you said about fiddleford is so fucking real. hes so nerdy and cutie for reaaalll :3 i dont think hes the brattiest brat out there (esp when bill exists lmao) but i do think he can be!!

i will also say. everyone who i met who was into computers n tech n machinery was atleast a little bit into being tied up. just putting that out there!!! :)

minors dni, ramble incoming

I feel like wouldn’t be a brat because he just doesn’t strike as someone who has a lot of experience. He’s a country boy with little experience and, most likely, very traditional views. I don’t think he’s entirely vanilla, but he would be very sheltered when it comes to kinks.

Persuading him to try being tied up would be so weird because… why? However, I don’t think he’d be against it. I think he’d be odd about sex before marriage in general, but not opposed to it.

And when you do tie him up and have your way, he’s in absolute shock because he didn’t expect that to feel so good.

I think he’d at first be like “I reckon it’s— it’s the man.. supposed to be doing the leading and— all that.” But it wouldn’t take a lot to break him down, because he didn’t even want to lead anyways.

He’d probably whine more than he’d whimper, but overall I think he’d be very loud his first time. “Oh lord— oh my—“ “My gosh, ah!” “Oh mama!” in a country way not a kinky way though. Less sexy, but lots of weird southern phrases would come out.

Get you a man who moan “Oh, sweet baked potatoes” every now and then. this one’s kinda a joke

Silly request but imagine helping Bill "groom" his triangle self. Gently wipe him with a cloth. Carefully dip it in the little space between the bricks, can't leave that zone unclean! Alternatively, a classic soapy bubble bath. Silly straws included, what the hell, he's probably drinking the bath water and listing the chemical ingredients back at you while you gently rub him clean. Fun times

The Bug Collector

1.1k words,, Bill Cipher x reader

a/n — Procrastination killed my soul during this, I think it turned out okay, though! Sorry for typos, your girl is tired.

warnings — SFW, post!weirdmaggedon, as ‘fluffy’ as you can get with Bill cipher, he is his own warning, kinda toxic relationships, fluff and bill being pathetic

summary — Reader assists a recently fallen Bill Cipher in self care, despite his general all-mighty asshole-ness.

The exoskeleton of a bug was practical, a water-tight barrier most commonly known for muscle attachments, and its use to shelter and protect the insects gushy insides from its harsh environment. 

The exoskeleton of a triangle was for mostly for aesthetics, as the underneath was far more horrifying than anything in the harsh environment around it. Or so the triangle claims.

You dipped a soapy sponge into the bucket in front of you, as bill propped his feet up on the bathtub. 

“You conquer worlds and destroy planets, but yeah, why not draw the line at cleaning yourself.”

“Please, what better way to make use out of my new human pet— partner, than this?” He corrected loudly and purposefully. Then looking to the side, he mumbled, “And besides, kid, you have no idea how hard it is to clean between the bricks. Euck— So many blind spots.”

The first part was a throwaway reminder that he had far more power than you in this dynamic, something you’d picked up on Bill casually doing in his time with you. 

Being roommates with a butt-hurt demon, given the ending of weirdmaggedon, allowed you the privilege of being more cautious than previous humans were with Bill. For example, you’ve taken to keeping track of his repeated habits and patterns. 

On of which, just so happened to be reminding you how small you were compared to him. 

You jabbed the sponge in-between on of the bricks, “Ow!” He narrowed his eye at you, “Watch it, pal. I’m starting to think you’ve never cleaned a triangle before.”

“I’d hate to give that impression.” You softened your hold on him, “Delicate work, I always say.”

And it was delicate work. After his defeat, he’d been roughed up a surprising bit, powers even weakened. 

Weakened.

“Not too delicate,” he shot you glance. Guess he’d heard that thought process. 

Although, most days he’d seemed to be in a thought process of his own. Weird.

You cleared your throat, “How often does this even need to be done?”

He blinked, “Well, let’s see. Once every—“ he waved his hand around “—few hundred years. Very high maintenance, do not recommend it.”

High maintenance, yeah. At this point, Bill had taken to talking about some other topic, you hadn’t been really listening, something about intergalactic food joints.

Every once and a while he’d bring up something that happened with one of his ‘henchmaniacs’ before getting slightly irritated at the lack of presence in his life now, and changing the subject. 

Bill was interesting to study, you couldn’t lie. His eyelashes curled away from each other, like the mangled legs of a recently dead spider. His hands were very present when he talked, like most people of business. His body flicked side to side slightly at certain moments. 

You became more gentle naturally, taking care of every crevice, and for some reason Bill becomes gradually quieter.

“Something wrong?” You asked, not stopping.

Bill blinked, “Eh, been a minute since i’ve had a human servant. Maybe, I was thinking of other things you can help with!”

You sigh, “Yeah, because i’m your servant. As if.” In your mind, your thinking do the fact he was your roommate, in your house, eating your food. 

“Hey, don’t get all butt-hurt. You’re all ants to me, buddy, nothing to be ashamed of!” His eye flicked back and forth between you and the room.

Then you stop scrubbing, “Bill, I might as well be your landlord.” You know he can read your thoughts, so you make a point to justify yourself. Already weakened from his failed apocalypse, anything other than vague respect for you would land him homeless. Most likely, his response to this would be killing you, but there’s only so much he can do afterwards. 

He’d have a place to stay, but with no electricity or heating, and in his damaged physical form he actively does need those things. And trying to get a new human would be a hassle, and unlike you, no guarantee they’d let him stay there without calling the authorities.

“Yeesh,” Bill remarks, “Buzzkill… You are still a bug compared to me, though—“

You drop the sponge in the bucket, “I think you’re done.”

He looks taken aback when you pull away, “What? Come on, over the bug comment? Jeez, buddy—“

“No I mean you’re actually done,” you gesture to his body, now shining and slick with soap suds. “I got everything, there’s nothing else to do.”

You go to turn around before you feel a small hand grabbing for the back of your shirt. 

“Wait, wait!” He breathes, eye flicking from side to side, “… You have to dry me off first.”

He looked slightly panicked, like if you stopped taking care of him now, you’d leave and never come back. Your thought process earlier couldn’t have helped. 

The way he scurried and gasped for you was reminiscent of panicked earwig and a rock is lifted up. The comparison should have grossed you out, but it kinda just made you feel a little bad.

If he was paying attention to your thoughts, he didn’t show it. This would have usually given you the impression he’d wanted you to be thinking the way you were, but he seemed a little wrapped up in his own head. 

“Come on, kid. Don’t tell me you’re gonna kick me out because I asked you to dry me off. One last thing and then you don’t even have to talk to me the rest of the night! Sounds like a good deal, right?” 

His slightly desperate looking sales pitch was met with a sigh, you picked up a dry towel and began to pat the soap suds off of him. His body slowly breathed in, making it look like he was sighing, but no noise came out.

You wondered then if he was actually touch-starved, but cut your thoughts there because this time he had nothing better to do then pay attention to what you were thinking. 

“Ouch, i’m not that desperate, pal.” But he was.

His exoskeleton was dry, but you didn’t stop patting him down. His eyelid shut slowly, and the spider-legs on them curled into each other once more. 

The exoskeleton of a bug was practical, but one of a triangle seemed to simply be for aesthetics. 

However, on some rare occasions, it possesses the same desire for love as human bodies. Only, when very desperate, of course. 

hmmmm if you’re looking for stanford smut requests….. maybe expand on ford loving pegging? maybe throw in him getting called pretty boy to really wreck him?

- 🎩 anon!

A Night to Remember

a/n — Yeah, not my best work. But oh well.

warnings — implied Fem dom, dom reader, use of a strap, pegging, sub Ford **NOT PROOFREAD

summary — Reader and Ford try out pegging for the first time.

“Are you sure about this, dear?” Ford queried for the hundredth time that night.

You were almost done setting up with prep, getting ready to slide the first finger in. His weariness was almost laughable, “Yes, i’m sure. Are you?”

He looked taken aback—sounded taken aback, as he was already on fours for you. “What? Yes! Of course, I— I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

It’s almost cute how unsure of himself he could still be, despite everything he’s been through. It’s in vulnerable moments like this you catch a glimpse of the insecure boy he once was. You try to call him down.

“So have I, baby—“ the pet name was well received, “—but you can relax. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

Your finger slipped into his asshole with ease because of the lubricant, and he shifted uneasily. “It might feel weird at first— But just get ready, sweetheart.”

“Right. Yes. Of course,” was his short response.

You worked on loosening him up for a little bit before you must have hit a spot he liked, because he sucked in a breath, “Oh.”

Gaining confidence, you kept moving. Twisting your fingers in and out, drawing soft moans from Ford.

Finally, his voice wavered, “Please.”

You took that as your queue, slipping your fingers out and replacing them with your strap. 

“Brace yourself,” You say as you slide into him, drawing out a whimper of approval from Ford. “Good, good.” You praise absentmindedly, beginning to find a pace.

You steady yourself and move inside him, not too fast, but not annoyingly slow. 

“M-more,” Ford mutters, “Please, love—“

So you speed up, and you begin to drive deeper into him. First your pace unsteady, but once you find a good place, Fords legs begin to shake. His breath hitches and he gasps for the sheets, groaning slightly.

You go on like that for a little bit, before deciding to, once again, lift your pace.

Ford whines your name. 

“You’re doing so good, sweet boy,” You thrust into him, “So well behaved, so perfect.”

He whimpers into the pillow, mumbling incoherently.

“And so pretty,” you add on, drawing out a long raspy whine from Ford.

“Ah— Y/n, dear lord—“ He whines, “Close, ‘m so very close.”

You drill into him now, daring him to reach his limit, a challenge he seems to gratefully accept.

“Anytime you want, sweet boy.” 

His breathing gets ragged, back arching with every thrust, and with one final whimper he releases, before collapsing onto the mattress.

You lay there with him for a few moments after ford flips onto his back. 

“Wanna get cleaned up?” You propose.

He breathes, “I think—“ a huff “—If we want to get full use out of the strap then… maybe a second round would be.. most productive.”

bro have you seen the butch stans going around??? i sure have. holy fuck. i wanna hop on that woman like crazy... anyways yes i also enjoy gravity falls and am debating starting to draw out my own (obviously butch/fem leaning) versions off fiddle, stan n ford.. maybe bill too.. should i??

YES OMGNFNGN DRAW YOUR OWN VERSIONS I LOVE YOU!!! I ❤️ butch stan and ford designs. Like i’m in love. Butch fiddleford and Bill? 100% on board.

Bill finds human pain funny because it does not compute as a threat to him. When he visited McGuckets mind he described feeling a pain that wasn't hilarious, for the first time. Which means our pain is like a watered down non lethal sensory input for him. Or something. In other words, I think he would not be a true masochist, but could easily be mistaken for one since he's unfazed by human pain and finds it entertaining

You’re 100% right! However it’s incredibly fun to play around with the idea, and in the kind of fics I write, there’s probably never going to be a moment with the kind of pain that’s ’not hilarious.’ I think in a human body, the enjoyment he derives from feeling, as you said, that watered down sensory input, would make it so it’d be a kind of fun pleasure to experience. There’s also the fact he finds it funny, not arousing, but in situations like my last fic with him (shameless plug) I think they’d bleed into each other. Otherwise, I doubt he’d ever be ‘into’ that stuff when he’s not in human form.

Welcome to the blog

My name is Ellie! I’m currently in college but in my downtime I like to write stupid little fics for my latest obsession - feel free to leave a request, after reading the rules.

if you know me from before, also here’s my masterlist

RULES —

Do’s : I will write fluff, angst, nsfw, headcanons, drabbles, full fics, gender-neutral & fem!reader, as well as afab & amab

Don’ts : oc x reader(depends), dom!male characters, male!reader, any nsfw that I deem too freaky

QUICK REMINDERS I have the right to not interact with any ask I don’t want too, and add rules when I see fit.

I’ll do most nsfw prompts, so if you have an idea you think is really kinky, i’d say still take the chance, just know that I might not respond if I don’t fuck with it [anything with barf or scat is too far.]

And I will NOT write dom!male character, I will write dom!female character.

If you don’t specify the readers gender, it will just be neutral. This gets trickier with nsfw, I don’t have male parts, so the default will be afab.

Also, if the request isn’t specifically asking for a fic/drabble/headcanons, i’ll just ramble my thoughts in short. Sometimes this doesn’t apply if the idea is really to my liking.

WHO I WRITE FOR —

Current fixation is gravity falls! This means i’ll be loving these requests for the next few months.

GRAVITY FALLS Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Bill Cipher, Fiddleford Mcgucket [young]

ADVENTURE TIME Simon Petrikov, Betty Grof, Bubblegum, Marceline, Marceline’s fuckass dad

UMBRELLA ACADEMY Diego Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves, and Lilah

INSIDE JOB Brett Hand, Reagan Ridley, Gigi, Andre, probably JR ngl

MISCELLANEOUS Benson from Regular Show, Deadpool, Tony Stark, Sidney Prescott

REQUESTS — OPEN