How I See Bill X Reader Most Of The Time.

Wanted to say I love your writing! I loved your Stanley fluff fic and I'm excited to see what you'll do for Bill (regarding the fluff thing you mentioned)! Again- love your writing!

Aw, thank you!!! You’re to sweet! Also yeah, I’m probably finishing the Bill fic within the next two days. I haven’t had much time to write with work and starting classes but i’ve always juggled fanfiction and college so it’s nothing new!

And the Bill fic is about helping him clean his exoskeleton by the way! 🙃

u think ford would be into roleplay? like HEAR ME OUT FOR A MOMENT OKAY. we all know he’s a huge nerd and likes fantasy games like ‘dungeons dungeons & more dungeons’ soooooo like imagine topping him in like a cosplay of one of the characters maybe like a succubus character or something HFHDGDHDGDGFHHSHSHS

just a thought 🙂🙂

UGHH YOUR SO RIGHT. The way he’d be hesitant to bring it up, but he’d be so into roleplay. Imagine surprising him with this sexy dominating elf queen cosplay, and being really in-character the moment he steps in the bedroom. You’d command him to kneel before you and he’d barely hesitate before dropping to his knee with “yes, my liege.” Or alternatively getting really into in himself and like going “I’ll die before I bow to a tyrant like you!” Uh oh! Que sexy elf queen punishment.

Stanford Pines would have such an ungodly praise kink, I dont make the rules. The way he would fold if you called him a good boy.. and that thing Bill said about him wanting to feel special, someone fuck this man, jesus christ.

HII!! i have a request for shadow milk x (fem reader) NSFW headcannons! it can literally be anything 😭😭 youre an amazing writer btw <3

a/n — ugghhhh must write for dumb cookie game… took a crack at writing dom smc for two seconds, judt bc it’s a new fandom so i wanna be accommodating.

warnings — NSFW, dom reader, also dom smc, headcanons

Shadow Milk is probably something of a switch; although he loves to teasingly mock you in bed as he takes control, he also loves letting you take the lead.

disclaimer i don’t write dom!male characters) but as a dom he’d be very rough, and definitely not selfless.

Probably only doing things for his entertainment, teasing you while you submit, and fucking with your head while he fucks with the rest of you.

Lots of condescension, “Oh, is that to much for you?” Followed by sadistic giggles.

As a sub I think he’d be into roughly the same things.

He’s a total brat, begging to be put in his place. He pushes you to your limits in hopes you retaliate with something stronger. Please, give him that attention.

I think he’d secretly have a thing for praise, and being treated gently. Truth be told, (pardon the irony), he’s very lonely. Feeling like you care for him would really leave him breathless.

“Good boy, baby.” or even “Shhh, i’m here, sweet boy.” All of a sudden his eyes would slam shut and he’d let out the sluttiest “Ngh— hah!”

Loud, while topping or bottoming. Either way, he’s unapologetically whining with pleasure.

Pls elaborate when u say Mr puzzle takes it in the ass. PLEASE

Lowkey have not seen any Mr. Puzzles smut yet so… i dunno I guess I AM the first of the generation, it is scary but.. somebody’s gotta do it. (the middle picture was actually me when I got this request)

So we all saw the arch, right? I feel like he actually doesn’t have a lot of experience or maybe none at all. He’s been pretty lonely in the friend department since childhood so I can only assume the same for significant others. He definitely wants to be romanced the hell out of before you fuck him.

I feel like he would want to look at you while you do it, so most times you’d end up with his legs draped over your shoulders. But as long as you’re giving him (his ass) attention, he’ll enjoy any position. Said this in the last post, he heavily enjoys princess treatment, so praise while you fuck into him is a yes.

ELLIE???? OMG???? UR BACK !!!!!! I MISSED U !!!!!! how r u feeling?? ♥️

HIIIIII OMG STOPPPP I MISSED YOUU!!!!!!!! I’ve been feeling better lately but i’m gonna be real my month of rest and relaxation was not very restful - the fanfic writer curse is real, things have been hectic! It definitely made me appreciate doing things that make me happy though, so yes i’m back! 😁 omg stop thanks for askingggg 💕💕

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.

I love you like an Alcoholic

2.1k words,, Bill x Reader

a/n — You did it, you saved the town.

warnings — NSFW, dom!reader, sub!Bill, toxic relationships, book of bill time era, orgasm denial, ambiguous superpowers, NOT PROOFREAD**

summary — Bill goes to his incredibly powerful (moreso than him) business partner, you, to try to get him out of theraprism. Things take a turn.

“I had to pull a lot of strings for this Bill,” you cross your legs and lean back in your thrown. 

Bill straightens his bow-tie, “Well toots, what if I told you I can make it worth your while?”

You breathe and then get up from your chair, “I’d tell you to stop floating in my lair. It’s distracting.”

Snapping your fingers, a bar appears in your otherwise empty room. While pouring yourself a drink, you can feel Bills eye-roll from across the room.

With a tip of his hat, his more human form appears, and sits down at the bar stool next to you. “Better?”

“Could do with more abs.”

He laughs but doesn’t change his appearance, “So, y/n. We go way back, right? I’m not gonna sugar code it, you’ve always been one of my favorites to do business with, doll. Wanna know why?”

“The fact i’m always so interested in what you have to say?”

His eye practically twitched at your indifference. Your attention was never payed in full. “Ha! Don’t flatter your self, pal. No, i’ll tell you why: did you know out of everyone in the galaxy, you’re the only equal I do business with?”

Your eyebrow arches, “equal?”

“Humor me,” he doesn’t give you the chance to reply before continuing. “Now, given my current position in ‘necessary therapy’—“ he makes a point of doing obnoxious air quotes, “—I don’t have much to occupy my days. And we both know i’d be of better use to you out here, right?”

You took another sip of your wine before getting up from the bar and walking over to your throne. The bar disappears behind you, leaving cipher ass-flat on the ground.

“Oh come on—“ His open eye turns red momentarily, before he dusts himself off, “Look, it’s hard being a god, y/n, I know that much. With that responsibility, I think a business partner would do you good. And all you’d have to do is bail me out, that’s practically no downside for you at all, buddy.”

Your patience had been wearing thin, and without further consideration you let out a larger grown from your chair, “Cipher, you’re a liability. I don’t want you. I’m honestly struggling to find enjoyment in sharing a drink with you, despite our history.”

A flick of your hand lifts him off his feet and brings him over to you, “Thought you had a no floating policy, eh?” There’s no fear in his voice, but there is in his eye. He’s losing.

“I’m gonna make this clear to you. You’re gonna take your disgusting human form, and you’re gonna march your happy ass back to theraprism, and you’re gonna stay there. Want my advice? Stop being so damn pathetic.”

A portal opens to take him back and he struggles in your invisible grasp, “No, wait! Please, I’ll do anything, just wait!” 

A human form was already a disadvantage, one he’d accepted in order to strike a deal, but a disadvantage still. And he hadn’t had any contact in a long time, aside from various psychiatrists telling him what’s ’wrong with him.’ 

So, you being someone he has history with could have contributed to his annoyingly human problem. Maybe it was the excitement, your attention or the lack there of, but something terrible happened at that moment. 

“Jesus, Bill. You really have hit rock bottom,” You murmur to yourself as you pull his floating body closer to you, your fingers dance around the bulge without touching it.

“Hey, hey, watch it— Your the one that made me have this stupid fleshbag, anyways— cut that out!” He struggled in the air, finding that he just couldn’t turn back into his normal form. You’re doing, he’d assume. 

To his dismay, you giggle and lean back, “Well now i’m enjoying myself. Now this I could help with, Cipher,”

“Ah, ah pass! Just get me down from here and—“ Back to prison? He’d have to swallow his pride on this one. And besides, it’s not like he wouldn’t like it… “Whatever you want, doll. I’m here all night.”

You examine him further, “Is that so?” 

Before he can answer, you drop him to his knees in front of you. “Ow! Careful with the merchandise, sweetheart. I’m not in mint condition these days— ah!”

Your foot presses down lightly on the bulge in his pants, and your fingers grab onto his chin, “Been a minute since we’ve done this. Huh, Cipher?”

He nods, going to say something, before you interject, “So i’d be good if I was you, baby.”

You press down on his hard-on with more pressure, watching Ciphers face flicker, biting his lip, before letting on a whimper. 

Despite not being his first encounter, so to speak, with you of this nature, it never failed to eat as his pride. And furthermore, despite this, it felt good. If Bill was anything, he was selfish. He could admit he was letting it happen for himself, instead of in spite of himself. So it can’t be that humiliating?

But in this position, there’s always shame.

“Y/n — give me a break—“ He breathed, eye twitching. 

You rolled your eyes and snapped your fingers, with that, his pants were gone and his dick was exposed. That’s another thing he could do without: your unpredictability 

“Next time, say please. Asshole.” You say, lifting him up with your powers once more.

“Wow, buddy. I’m not the one being the jerk here—“ It came out quick, as Bill words often did. But these ones he regretted immediately.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Tough crowd?” He felt a sensation tugging at the base of his dick, indicating the start of mind games that wouldn’t end anytime soon.

He backtracked. Play it off. “Yeesh, you’re a tough crowd! Did I say jerk? You heard me wrong, I meant lovely— Ah, wait! Wait!”

A wave of pleasure flooded his senses abruptly, followed by a short pinch of pain, similar to what a mortal feels when they prick their finger on a piece of metal. Does that happen a lot? They’re all so clutsy, can’t be that out of the ordinary—

“Smooth talk your way out and maybe I’ll lighten the blow, yeah?” You smile cruelly, hand dangling out, flexing as if teasing what you could do to him.

“I— I know we’ve had our disagreements but I— augh!” A spike of pain, his eye rolled back a bit, “You— I’ve always admired your work— Yes! Respected you even, you’re an idol, sweetheart, ah, yes!”

With each compliment a burst of pleasure would go through him, landing at his unnatural dick, now leaking with precum. He was nearly babbling, but he was as aware of that as he was aware of the fact it was dearly encouraged.

“Very good, Billy. You’re too sweet, really.” Your voice was smooth and you bit your lip, watching him writhe with pleasure mid-air.

“A-anything for you, toots! Ah, more, more!”

He didn’t notice he said anything wrong this time until it was too late, but your face had noticeably darkened at the statement. 

“That’s awful demanding for someone in your position, dontcha’ think?” You weren’t actually mad, of course you weren’t. But you loved to you with him, and you took every opportunity. One of the reasons Bill tried to avoid you when he could; you were far too similar people, dealing in cruelty for the sake of entertainment.

“Wha- No wait!” The attention to his dick ceased to exist, and he was left with only aching for attention again, despite the fact you never gave anything physical in the first place. 

All mind games. “That’s- That’s not fair!”

“I’d watch who you were talking too, baby,” You flick your hand, spreading out his body parts mid air, hard leaking cock protruding out, crying for any kind of sensation. 

“You know what I can do. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you,” You sigh expectantly.

Bill tried to speak to defend himself, to talk his way out, but he found his ability to gone.

“I can make you do what I want, Cipher. Can make you feel whatever I want. Extraordinary pain—“ He cries out for a split second, eye flashing with fear, “—Or overwhelming pleasure.”

This time his eye rolled back, and he moans in wonderful agony, unable to move expect for wriggling his body parts weakly. His dick twitched.

“You like that feeling?”

He nods weakly, eyes fogging up, letting a small whimper escape.

“Don’t want me to hurt you?” Another nod, “Want me to make you feel good? Think you deserve it?”

“Ah— y/n, I need…” He swallows, revising his words in his mind, “Please, I need this.”

It’s true, Bill had never reached such a low in his entire existence. And he wasn’t sure if this interaction was pushing him further down or making him feel better. Now, however, he was struggling to think.

“Aw, baby. You have taken your punishment well? Been having a rough time too..” Your tone switched to something softer, almost to a condescending note.

His pathetic appearance did him justice, he pretended this was on purpose. 

Either way, a whine slipped from his throat and he shut his eyes, playing into it. You cooed in response, bringing him closer to you in order to run your hand along the side of his cheek. 

A spurt of pleasure shoots through his dick once more, and now he can’t help but yearn for something more. “Touch me— I need it— Please.” He threw in, trying to help his chances, despite the struggle at forming a coherent thought other than need.

“Hm,” You consider. Finally you reach out, running a finger along the base of his cock, to the tip. “You really want me to?”

He nodded desperately, mouth falling open to let out a small whine. Swear bedded his hot, red face, and dripped down, make his multiple chins glisten. Ugh, you preferred him further away. His already greasy looking hair was now slick against his forehead, and his eyes were glazed over. 

You slowly shift all of your fingers onto his shaft and then saintly drag them up and down for the first few strokes. A gutteral whimper falls from Ciphers mouth, “Oh, yes!”

“What do we say, baby?” You ask, grip tightening suddenly as if to bring him back to reality, but not too tight. 

“Ah— Thank you!” He’d almost forgotten to detest you for making him say that. And he’d almost forgotten to remind himself to be mad after he was done feeling good.

He used to daydream about taking you down after these sessions. Rising to power and having you at his feet. But now he only wants to keep your attention on him. Now it’s all he can think about. 

You continue to stroke his leaking cock, leaning in to kiss his cheek fat, “Good boy.”

He moaned, “Don’t do that-“

“I’m not patronizing you. I mean it, you’re acting better than usual and i’m glad. Maybe you’re more desperate, or touch-starved, but you’re doing good. I’m proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Ah—“ He would have came right there if he could. And in the most literal sense, he couldn’t. You weren’t letting him. “Please, let me come. I can’t do this, have mercy, I’ll do anything—“

“I don’t know, I’m having a good time. Why should I?” Another desperate need to release wipes over him, an uncontrollable need that was actively being controlled. 

Despite himself, he teared up. His fingers rose to touch his face, which he realized, was now damp with falling tears, “No, no, no! I can’t- I’ve never- Human bodies— I need to. Please!”

You look at him and smile. 

“I’ve been good,” He reminded you.

With that, you have in. Your other hand moved away to snap your fingers, a gesture that wasn’t need to carry out the action, but to show that he’d earned his reward. 

“Yes! Thank you! Oh gods— Oh-“ He leaned back, finally having the orgasm that was being withheld from him. And god, it felt good.

You felt good, and he hated that. 

@hazbinhotelmollykisser hi yeah me again, so our hyperfixations have lined up yet again and i need to hear more words about that stupid country boy (fiddleford) ehhehehdhdhebehhe

Hes so silly! Silly and funny!!! Silly! (Also the idea of him moaning very country pharses is just the funniest thing ive ever heard)

Oh and also the love for stanford (and stanley too actually) is so real, ☺️

I’ll talk about bill cipher in another ask dw, but yeah 👍 basically this ask is just me saying “we have the same opinions! (What else is new)”

OH MY GOSH THANK YOU BABES!!!! I’m so glad you liked the fiddleford post, he’s not a popular character so it didn’t do that well. But i’m literaly more upset about that fact literally no one cares about this guy like HE’S A CUTIE, TRUST!!

Also yeah i’m more of a stanley guy but stanford is great 😁!

Great to have you back, anon. Hope to see you in my inbox more 🙏

“your acoustic” your unoriginal and cringe. if your gonna be ableist towards me get creative

"ur so acoustic" u will not be able to hear acoustic when i am through with u.