BILL CIPHER X READER

THAT’S TUMBLR SEXYMAN 2025 RIGHT THERE. MY UNHINGED PRINCESS MY SHAYLA MY MAN MY BABY..... this man has a criminal record longer than any of ford's dissertations and I LOVE HIM FOR THAT

doing perimeter patrols is a common but little known ptsd symptom, and i think ford doing it not only makes sense for him post-portal but also is a great way to force awkward, impromptu conversations between him and everyone else

Me @ Dr Stanford Pines Ph.Ds

mindscape talks

give me baby Bill I'd raise him right

Just to be clear out here:

My blog isn't for younger audiences and I do write adult-themed content. Sure I might write fluff and other stuff, but that doesn't mean my blog is 100% sfw.

So if you're going to interact please be at least 16+ because you're interacting with my blog knowing I have already warned you.

We've all been there, but as an adult, I'm telling you, please. Please. Don't interact with my NSFW works because it's not intended for you. And if you are a minor, don't be weird about it. I'm not your parent to supervise what you do on the internet.

But anyway, ageless blogs will be blocked, no questions asked.

Sorry for rambling ^^..

A Gentler Soul [Stanford Pines X Reader] Spicy Blurb

Tags: NSFW, Suggestive, Minors DO NOT Interact

Just a poetic way of saying I want him lol

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Stanford Pines used to be a gentler soul. He could spend hours reading about cryptids and mycelium. He could name every moth in Gravity Falls in their Latin and numerous nicknames. On Wednesdays, he'd step out of his home and eagerly watch the sky turn dark- because that's when the local pixies came out to play and dance in a glittering display of light.

Now, he was a sharpened knife. All cuts and bruises, running through the dimensions without taking a second to admire oddities around him. He was  a man on the run, he had no time to marvel at how suns imploded and stars seemed to wink at him, in this vast, nonsensical hellscape called the Nightmare Realm.

He can't stop, he can't catch his breath, lest he stops breathing altogether.

You followed him wherever he ran.

It was survival, you told yourself.

It was science, sticking together was something humans did, Ford told you.

The silences in between the running and fighting told you otherwise.

When it grew dark and quit, in wherever ruins he deemed safe enough, that's when the air shifted.

Stanford Pines moved as if he was always running out of time.

But here, under the shade of a forgotten building, away from prying eyes and bounty hunters, he took his time. He looked at you like you were a new book he'd yet to read. His attention was like fire, burning through the layers of your clothes and the fragile. And like a candle, you melted for the flame of his gaze.

Six fingered hands dragged languidly over the flesh of your ribs, dipping low and stopping just at your abdomen. His knee slowly nudges your inner thigh, spreading your leg outward for access.

He'd worship the scars littering your chest and neck with his tongue, warm and wet as it devoured the salt of your skin.

But it would be kissing you that would truly undo him.

Feeling your soft lips was a different kind of rapture, your moans were poetry he intended to burn into his mind forever. He could worship you this way for several lifetimes, if he could.

At every moan, he'd whisper praises and reassurances- safety, in this desolate world made to consume humans like you. Ford wouldn't let that happen to you, not when he could taste you instead, damn the cruel world outside this room. He had you to himself, at least in this one, small eternity.

If you slipped a hand under his greying locks and whispered any sort of praise to him, he'd cave in and give you anything you want.

Trailing your fingers over the lines of his tattoos would earn you more of that pleasure. Like toppling a candle and letting the flames grow, he'll worship you and burn down your altar, until all that was left was him. He'd growl and grow rougher in his ministrations. Drag those nails from his wrist, to his biceps, then to his chest, and see what happens when a composed man cracks. Every desperate cry would be your only confession of his feelings, in a place unfit for sentimentality.

Come morning, he's reminded of how fragile you are. You'd be covered in circular bruises- counting six in each set.

His eyes would soften at the bashful look in your eye, hiding his marking underneath your clothes as you two prepare to venture out again. Time rests for no one, here. He needed to find a way home and bring you with him.

So he pulls up his mask, covers his silvery hair under a cowl. He wraps a warm hand over yours and makes sure you're never separated for too long.

Stanford Pines used to be a gentler soul, and he longed for the day he could be one again, with you.

Cipherstarling's Masterlist

Here we go! Here's all my Gravity Falls related posts. Welcome to my little obsession blog!

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Stanford Pines x Reader

~ Poetry: "Stanford Pines was poetry in a mortal man's body" ~ Lipbalm: "The world held it's breath as your gaze lingered on Ford's softened lips." ~ A Gentler Soul: NSFW, Nightmare Realm Ford ~ To Sonder: Part 1, Ao3 Link, Long series!

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Bill Cipher x Reader

~ Nightmare!Realm Bill Headcanons ~ Ad Infinitum CH1 and AO3 Link

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BillFord

~ WIP

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Ramblings and Concept Fics

~ Bill and Trust~ Jekyll and Hyde!Stanford Pines Concept ~ Bill Cipher x Bounty Hunter! Reader Concept

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~ Ford Gets Held Down Day ~ Bill Hyperfixation Meme

So here I am, finally putting my human!Bill Cipher headcanon in digital ink an entire 11 years after coming up with it >wheeze<

I call him SHADES CIPHER cause he's one of those dudes that just wears sunglasses all the time no matter where he is. He's got one funky yellow eye so it makes sense to cover it usually 8)

I am a triangle!Bill truther but I couldn't resist finally drawing my silly little goblin human Bill hehehe

do you think he plays with his dolls 💜

also ignore how this is horrendous