Bill Cipher X Reader - Blog Posts

GRAVITY FALLS —

“Take a Bite” sub!Bill Cipher x reader [NSFW]

Stanley Pines x Reader headcanons [SFW]

Sub!Bill Cipher x Powerful Reader headcanons [NSFW]

Bill Cipher x Powerful Reader headcanons [SFW]

sub!Fiddleford x Reader drabble [NSFW]

Sub!Stanford Pines x Reader headcanons [NSFW]

”The Bug Collector” Bill Cipher x Reader [SFW]

Honeymoon w/Stanley Pines x Reader [SFW]

UMBRELLA ACADEMY —

dom!Lila x f!reader headcanons

ADVENTURE TIME —

Princess Bubblegum x Reader headcanons [SFW/NSFW]

INSIDE JOB —

“Stay With Me, I Don’t Want You To Leave!” Brett Hand x Reader [SFW]

Sub!Brett Hand drabble

Brett Hand X Reader headcanons [NSFW]

HAZBIN HOTEL —

“Lie still, close your eyes girl, so lovely it feels so right” Lute x Reader [NSFW]

Vox x Animalistic!Reader Drabble [NSFW]

Vox x Soft!Dom Reader Drabble [NSFW]

Pegging Vox fic [NSFW]

Aftercare with Vox fluff [SFW]

Cockwarming with Lucifer [NSFW]

Sleepy!Lucifer x Reader fluff [SFW]

“The Morning After” Velvette x Reader fic [ SFW]

“I Wanna Hold the Hand Inside You” Velvette x Reader fic [SFW]

Velvette fluff headcanons [SFW]

MISCELLANEOUS —

Patrick Bateman thoughts [NSFW]

Stu Matcher x Dom!Reader headcanons [NSFW]

hi! I constantly check your blog for more updates and love the more powerful reader x bill stories you've done!

have you considered how interesting the handyman bill au could be?

bc imagine how humiliating it is for bill to not only be defeated by some lowly humans, but to be stripped of his power and forced to work for them as a handyman???

imagine the reader is just a human and is a worker or friend of the pines and comes to the mystery shack often and messes with Bill bc they love how easy it is to piss him off

imagine one day he acts really pissy back and says something that actually makes the reader mad (maybe about hurting their family or smth

imagine they slap him and uh oh did he like that? I think he liked that

imagine they pull him aside and make fun of how pathetic he is now, how he's getting horny from a human slapping him

imagine they edge him till he begs, then eat his pussy out till his legs are shaking too much to hold himself up

imagine him getting back to work, unable to look ford/Stan in the eyes while making up an excuse for why he's being so clumsy and can't seem to walk straight

🫣

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HOLY SHIT??????

I did not consider this, but now I am.

Because he would be at his absolute lowest at this point, and adding the cherry on top, he has the reader messes with him every day. He’d be so easy to piss off it’s insane, but it’s not like he could do anything about it.

And then the escalation? He says something over the line in response to the readers taunting, i’m guessing something along the lines of what he “would do to everyone here if he could,” and in mild detail. And when the reader slaps him, he’s into it? Like visibly, his face flushed red and he doesn’t look up at you, legs kinda turning into face each other.

Thank god it’s only you two there, because the make out scene would be absolutely insane on the way to the back room. WHOOO, and what you said after that?

”imagine they edge him till he begs, then eat his pussy out till his legs are shaking too much to hold himself up”

Have I considered boypussy!Bill Cipher? No. Do I love it? Uhm, YES!! And imagine being so cruel to him this entire process, nitpicking his every little character trait, and breaking him down. Obviously, contrasting with the way you were sinking to your knees, and unbuttoning his pants. Going on to devour his pussy, and tease his clit into oblivion, definitely leaving bruises on his thighs from how hard your holding him in place.

Yeah so… I like this idea. I think I like it a lot.

Lets say for the sake of argument that Bill could get massages. Would he like them? I think we've agreed that he is super touch starved, plus if you've gone long enough without a massage the process of kneading out the knots and kinks can be painful at first, which might be something he'd enjoy, on top of the whole Having Someone Service Him Like That. But on the other hand, getting a massage puts you in an inherently vulnerable position, so would he want to do that?

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Ooooh, this is an interesting idea. Because like, Bill would love the idea of someone serving him like that, as long as that’s what it is. He would enjoy this if he’s under the impression he still had the power, which unless your a like an intergalactic god, he would. And especially if he’s experimenting with a human body, he’d think the sensations were really funny and even enjoyable. Yes, I think he’d be into it!

Hey there! @hazbinhotelmollykisser here yet again, with the promised bill rambles :)

Forgive me if the following words sound like nonsense, I'm trying lol

SO. I'll be covering the bill with a more powerful reader and sub bill because your works have changed my brain chemistry, masochist bill because I'M GOING INSANE AN I NEED TO BE SEDATED, and bill with a reader that likes to tease him (with a more powerful reader version and a just a human version) because I need to study his reactions to teasing like I'm Stanford studying like... Science + math = triangles or something.

・Bill x More powerful reader

So I actually made an entire oc for this literally as soon as I finished reading the og post, which I will refrain on ranting abt, but the idea of a reader that's more powerful than bill is fascinating to me.

Because like, he's bill so he's obviously gonna try to get under your skin, but imagine a reader that sees his attempts to annoy them and just... Like laughs? A reader that finds his attempts almost endearing? Reverting whatever bill did back to before with just a snap and maybe a passing comment about his mischief.

It would drive him mad I think, he'd be rlly annoyed and pissy about it.

Or alternatively, a reader that does get angry when he tries to annoy them, (a loud and aggressive angry or a quiet festering angry both yielding different reactions from bill) and Bill takes it as motivation to keep annoying you (and it's definitely only because he thinks it's funny and totally definitely no other reason).

(Holy shit this is already getting long)

・Sub!Bill

So obviously a brat right? Like very obviously? We all agree on that.

And this next bit will probably just be regurgitating your points because I can't stop having the same opinions as you,

I personally need to see any + every version of bill cipher getting taken down a peg. Like I need to just. Ruin his life a little. Like I need to cause him mental peril and make it up to him (but actually it's only for me) by making him beg for what he wants and not giving him anything unless he asks out loud because "well I'm not a mind reader" (more powerful reader probably IS but shhhh..)

I want him to cry and beg (as do most people who read your blog honestly)

・masochist bill

Thinking about the way that bill literally talks about going out of his way to inflict pain onto the bodies he "possesses" (? Idk if that's the word I should use) made me think. Like too much thinking too many thoughts, to the point that I at multiple points almost wrote a small drabble in my notes app about it. (I would've if I could think of any words to write down when I need them 😭)

But like he's definitely some kind masochist right?

I can't think of any scenarios for human reader he made a deal with and bill for this category but imagine with me pls, a HUMAN reader, that he made a deal with (is actively trying to manipulate), causing him PAIN somehow (directly or indirectly), and he... DOSENT MIND? because 1. He's gonna have a mental breakdown because of it probably, and 2. He dosent JUST not mind. It's like EXCITING but not normal exciting.

So basically he'd be freaking out.

And with a reader that's more powerful than him? I think it'd be clear as day. Going hand in hand with the angry reader that's more powerful than him thing above, he would absolutely get off on annoying them until they snap at him (specifically the snap at him part). And when reader notices, they're obviously gonna make fun of him because hes being pathetic lol.

I think I have run out of masochist bill words now so onto the next topic.

・tease reader (human) x bill

My main reason for bringing this up is I love the idea of the powerful bill cipher being.. Well, flustered.

Like maybe when it's triangle form bill its easier to hide for him but if it were human bill reader would be able to tell almost instantly probably.

And more opportunities to make fun of bill for being a pathetic little creature are always good :)

・tease reader (more powerful) x bill

OOWOWHEOEJEIEBSJBSISNDH I love this idea so so SO SO SOSOSOSO MUCH!!!3&:28&:9.

SO MANY MORE OPPORTUNITIES TO TEASE AND NOT GET KILLED :)

Like imagine with me, your teasing bill and he gets all "upset" and probably threatens you, you don't gotta back off, you infact can tease him even more for thinking that he can threaten you. Shheheheheheheh.

I think that's all my words, I seem to have run out.

I hope that big lump of nothing text (800-ish words 😰) was enough to make up for my sudden dissapearence after promising to talk about bill TWO WEEKS AGO

Forgive my probably dogshit spelling and grammar pls

and hope you have a good day/night/whatever!

IUAHAHSHSHSHSHHSHDHSHAHS I LOVE THINGS LIKE THIS IN MY INBOX!!!!! Because it’s like wow, you did all the work for me! 😊

Ugh, this is so good tho. I always love to hear your thoughts, you are one of my FAV anons!!!!!

fluff requests? 😁

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. 

INFINITY TRAIN REFERENCE!!!

Also this is soooo cute 🙁💗 also the image of bill sneezing with his eye is so funny, and him being such a little shit was very in-character. Great read!

So bill can get drunk, like humans, so does that technically mean he can get sick like humans?? Can you please make either a oneshot or head cannons, with the reader taking care of Bill and he's just like "pft, what? I'm fine, how could me, an Almighty being of chaos get- *just fucking dies*"

A/N: For the sake of the technicalities of Bill's physical form, I'm making the reader be in the nightmare realm.

Warnings: Bill being Bill, fluff, not proofread, alcohol mention

Sick Day

You're sitting on the couch, quiet mornings at the henchmaniac clubhouse are rare and often short-lived. All of the henchmaniacs are preoccupied with trips or activities for the day- all of which are likely excuses to get away from Bill even if it's only for a little while. It's understandable really, he's been a bit more irritable recently.

The only reason you didn't leave was because Bill grew pathetically more disappointed as every single one of his "friends" left the clubhouse.

You sip from a can of interdimensional pit cola as you take advantage of the TV being free for the day to watch whatever mind numbing show about cgi fruits crosses the channel.

Tiny steps tap from the hallway. Bill must've woken up.

He grumbles and mutters random words under his breath, making his way to the kitchen. He sulks and droops, eye half-lidded.

Hm. He's probably still in his feels about the crew leaving for the day.

"Morning." You greet casually.

Bill turns to you and pauses, then his eye rolls back into his socket and turns into a mouth. He breathes in and what you assume is his version of sneezing happens.

Blue goo disperses into the air, coming together to form a bubble that floats up and sticks itself to the ceiling.

Sneezing, grogginess, irritableness, that probably means... "Bill, are you sick?"

Bill floats up and laughs, tone more nasally than usual, "Pft- what? How could me, an almighty being of chaos get-" he sneezes again, falling from the place he's floating and flat onto the ground.

...Guess you know what you're doing today.

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Bill lays in a makeshift pillow fort, bundled in blankets and surrounded by cushions. To put it in nice terms, he's been fussy about this whole thing.

He's been refusing to cover his eye when he sneezes, withholding information about how his kind gets better, throwing the blankets and pillows away from him only to demand you make it "comfier," and outright insulting you.

"Bill, you need to take this medicine. It's a cure for all, it's approved by the Time Health Administration."

"Mm!" He shuts his eye tight and turns away, "No way Jose! You're not tricking me this time!"

"What do you mean this time???" You reach your hand out to touch one of his sides, "You're freezing! C'mon, this'll make you feel better, take it! It even has some alcohol in it, if you drink enough of it you might get drunk!"

"No!" He slaps the spoon you put the medicine on away.

"Ugh, Bill- Stop being such a brat and just drink the damn thing!"

He pulls the blanket over his top angle and tries to hide.

Maybe you need to like baby him or something? Make it fun? Here comes the airplane type stuff????

You look around for an idea or lead on what to do next. What would get this menace to take his damn medicine?

You notice a silly straw in the mess on the living room floor.

Huh, when did this get here?

Whatever. You plop the straw into the medicine bottle and hope it'll work.

"Bill, look! The- the um, straw, it's squiggly and stuff."

"Squiggly?" Bill slowly peeks out of the covers. He takes the medicine bottle from you but hesitates before taking a sip. "Do I really have to..?"

You double take. That's the most sincere sentence you've ever heard Bill Cipher speak.

You do your best to soften your voice to make sure he feels some sort of reassurance, "Yes. Yes, you have to, er, Billy?" Really? Pet names? That's what you're doing now?

Bill narrows his eye at you and snatches the medicine from your hand. He sips from the straw and throws the rest of it back at you. You duck just in time and the medicine hits the walls and spills onto the floor.

Clean-up is not going to be fun...

Bill sinks back into the blankets and continues to shiver. "You. Here." Bill pats the spot next to him. He glares when you raise a brow at him, "Did I stutter? Now! Oh and bring the TV remote while you're at it, doc."

You roll your eyes and scoot next to him with the remote in hand. "You could at least ask nicely."

"Nicely is me not threatening to set you on fire-" He sneezes again and another bubble joins the one already stuck to the ceiling. "Agh! These blankets are useless!"

Bill angrily flops into your lap. You raise your hands up defensively, "What- what are you doing?"

He exhales in frustration, "Stop being selfish and wrap your arms around me! Give me your body heat!"

"I don't think-"

"I could care less about what you think. Do it!" You awkwardly wrap your arms around him, pulling the blanket over the both of you and leaning against the pillow pile that's been made. "Now put something good on TV, I didn't threaten that cable company for nothing."

You put a cartoon on about some train that's infinite. Bill doesn't complain so you assume that it's passable.

The sick triangle laying on you closes his eye, breath slowing and boundless energy diminishing.

You also feel your breath slow, syncing with his. A small nap couldn't hurt...

Bill snuggles deeper into your arms as the hum of a familiar lullaby lulls the two of you to sleep.

haha I’m baaack! (oh god this is so convoluted. I’m the one who requested subspace bill, etc.,!!!)

PLEASE elaborate on how bill would be if he went into subspace with More Powerful being!reader. I will owe you my life. I am deeply intrigued, like seriously I love to see ur takes on this stuff!

- 🎩 anon!

a/n — I am so horny right now but i’m also bleeding like a stuck pig with alcohol poisoning an i ain touching allat #oversharing

warnings — NSFW, dom!reader, subspace, Bill being Bill

summary — How subspace would go with Bill and a powerful reader

⃤ I think an incredibly powerful reader would affect Bill subbing off the bat, because he would feel the need to overcompensate.

⃤ He would be trying to dom you so hard, and the only thing is, you have to power to shut him down, and flip the switch.

⃤ This is incredibly new for him, because no one dares, and even if they could, they wouldn’t. 

⃤ And it’s been billions, more maybe, of years since he’s let someone take the reins on anything in his existence, and the fact that you can infuriates him.

⃤ Your relationship would be very toxic for that reason, and very hot.

⃤ He would be bratting out so hard, fighting everything you’re doing, because of that dare. Put him in his place, no one else will.

⃤ If you didn’t fill him with immense, incomparable, pleasure he knows anyone less mighty could not, he wouldn’t put up with it. 

⃤ But, truth be told, you’re very intimidating, and maybe he is curious about how it feels to be at someone’s mercy. 

⃤ So yes, use your powers to suspend him in the air, spread his legs with your mind and make him as vulnerable as possible, see if he stops bitching.

⃤ Pluck at strings in his brain to fill him with awful pain and glorious, mind-numbing satisfaction, until his complaints drip down his leg and turn into whimpering mutters of your name.

⃤ Make him forget who he is, and what he can do, it’s meaningless anyways in the presence of a god.

⃤ His wise, ancient mind will fog and cloud, as his whining turns from quippy criticism to the same few words over and over again.

⃤ Keep toying with him, use all of the abilities your powerful being grants you and show him what you can do. 

⃤ Watching Bill get genuinely needy for you, his hands grasping for you, if they aren’t already touching you.

⃤ “Please” isn’t in his vocabulary, but maybe a small muttery one appears.

⃤ This has a greater chance of happening with a powerful reader because it truly doesn’t give him many choices, other than to give in to your might.

⃤ And he’d never do this is he had no other choice, right? Of course, that doesn’t mean stop. Nothing does.

⃤ Not even when his eye snaps shut and he shrieks for you to go easy on him. 

⃤ He doesn’t want you to, not really, anyways.

MIND THE TYPOS!!!!!

What do you think Bill would do to purposely frustrate a powerful reader?

It’s Tough to be a God

a/n — I got another request about how this would affect ‘subspace’ for Bill, so that’s happening later 😁

warnings — SFW, toxic relationships, manipulation

summary — Bill Cipher x Powerful!Reader headcanons

⃤ A reader that’s more powerful Bill is something i’ve rarely seen touched on, but it would absolutely make for an interesting dynamic.

⃤ I’m not the first person to say he’d feel some kind of competition with the reader, but there would be a kind of rivalry there, powers-wise.

⃤ He wouldn’t be insecure, per se, but he wouldn’t particularly love the idea that you’re better than him. 

⃤ A more powerful reader would invoke a subtle sense of curiosity within him too; Why exactly are you more powerful, anyways? What can you do? How can he use it?

⃤ He’d definitely egg you on, ‘I bet you can’t do this’ etc, to see what you’re capable doing, and what powers you’re willing to ‘throw around.’

⃤ But when he’s trying to make you mad, there’s a multitude of things he can do. Being annoying is truly one of his specialties.

⃤ Obviously, nothing to far. He still needs you on his side. 

⃤ But you’d be doing something important and all of a sudden, someone is repeatedly poking your cheek. “boop.”

⃤ If you have an important job in the multiverse, he might purposely setback your work, hide papers, move things around. 

⃤ He’d start fights with other beings in your name, forcing you to confront them, and display exactly how mighty your power is.

⃤ And he does like watching you fight. 

⃤ Obviously, majority of his efforts would be secretive, as he doesn’t particularly want you to end him.

⃤ But when you do lash out at him, he finds it.. exciting. He’s not normally at other peoples mercy, and sometimes, it’s a thrill.

⃤ Just as long as he can tame the beast. 

⃤ Although, there is always the idea of the reader being the one pulling the strings, even if he doesn’t know it. 

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. 

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SPSPSPSOSPOSO SO CUTE 😭💗 OH MY GOD your art is actually so satisfying to look at HELLO!! Also you totally nailed Bill with the weird cat thing, I fear that’s all he really is terrifying godlike power aside Oh and the quotes are so Bill, as well. Fantastic job, this is all ADORABLE!!!!!

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helloooo surprise it’s the anon who requested Stanford hcs(and who also hates writing dom! male characters lol). Surprisingly, I’m here for Bill!

this is not so much a request as it is me just rambling and being curious about your thoughts, but what do you think of bill going into. . . subspace? is it even possible for him, would anything even be intense enough to get him so submerged into the moment like that? how would he even act? I wonder if he’d even enjoy it, since it could leave him feeling pretty out of control. . . maybe.

I’ll Give You Anything!

summary — subspace!Bill Cipher headcanons and drabbles

a/n — Hi anon! This is such a great question, and i’ve been itching to answer it. Also, feel free to mark yourself with an emoji next time!

⃤ The idea of Bill Cipher going into subspace intrigues me just as much, if not more, as the idea of him subbing in the first place. 

⃤ Let’s start off with the obvious: chances are, if he ever did, you wouldn’t remember.

⃤ To be in such a weak vulnerable state would most likely not be on purpose, so no matter how well you treat him, he’d probably always pluck the memory out of your head. 

⃤ As to whether the idea is even possible, that’s iffy. On one hand, human feelings are watered down sensations to him in the first place, although new and exciting, it’d take a lot to get him to even be a somewhat ‘mess.’ And even then he’d be fully conscious. 

⃤ On the other hand, a human sexual pleasure is probably a foreign and unexplored concept to him, honestly, as well as in his own body—not even sure it’s possible in his normal form—so it’s not crazy to say that certain sensations would have some sort of overwhelming pleasure. 

⃤ Although, even then it’s incredibly unlikely that he’d be submerged in such a deep euphoria, or let his guard down enough to even consider the idea. Even when you’re topping, he’s still a god and you’re not. 

⃤ I think this could change if the reader was a more powerful being. [i’ll elaborate if asked]

⃤ So let’s consider for a moment, what would Bill Cipher in subspace look like?

Mascara smudged from the beads of sweat dripping down his face, mouth stuck in a dreamy dazed smile. Still muttering something, as always, but just a tad whinier than usual, as breathy. 

How long has it been since he’s been taken care of? If he can just pluck the memory afterwards, then why not indulge. He’s earned it. Leaning back and fully whining for you, loudly wanting, no, needing more. 

He grabs for you absentmindedly, trying but failing to take note of the way you react. Surprise? No no.. he can barely tell now. Doesn’t matter as long as you keep doing what you’re doing to him. He thinks he cries something out, but he can’t hear.

New sensations, curiosity plagues him, as well as unsurmountable pleasure, and yet, self respect escapes him. It doesn’t matter now, if he’s still embarrassed after you’ve forgotten, he can always just showcase his power over you. Insurance. 

His mind fogs, and he becomes louder.

“I—i’ll give you anything, worlds, galaxies, the stars, just— ah— keep going!”

“Anything?” You purr.

He almost wishes you’d be able to remember him like this tomorrow. Almost.

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! 🙃

I love this so much!! Everyone on my blog knows this idea fascinates me, and I agree heavily with everything you’re saying.

The way Bill would absolutely hate being weaker than someone, the amount of resentment he would hold over you would be absolutely insane. So as you said, that one-sided rivalry makes so much sense.

I think he’d do everything in his power to one-up you, grow his power and support, to be better than you. But of course, if the rivalry is one sided, that might be only of the leading reasons he considers other options. What’s the point of making a fool of himself, loosing respect, if it’s not getting him anywhere.

Being a businessman, as you said, it’s so in-character to flip the whole situation around to his advantage.

Mmmpgphph the whole thing is just so perfect to me. The more comfortable he gets, the more he decides to test out your power? Yes, and it’s so much better when you’re angry.

ABHHHHHH PERFECT I LOVE THS!!!!!!!

what do u think bill would be like with a s/o whos a god even more powerful than he is?

Love this ask! Since this is in question format, I'm assuming you want a ramble.

Warnings: ramble, toxic relationships, alcohol mention, unhealthy attachment styles

Let's get one thing straight- Bill does NOT like accepting when he's weaker than someone.

Bill says he knows everything, but I don't think he actually knows everything. He probably wouldn't even know that someone is more powerful than him unless they make that purposefully clear.

This could either be because of denial or lack of interest- but you would definitely need to prove that you're more powerful.

After it's proven that you're more powerful he immediately hates your guts. He cannot stand feeling inferior. This can be connected to him feeling inferior because of his mutation in Euclidea, he doesn't want to feel that again.

I think it would also start a one-sided rivalry between you two. Like he would do his best to be better but constantly fail. And you wouldn't even notice- which hurts his pride incredibly.

So, the two of you getting together would be a slooooowwwwww burn. Like thousands of years type thing.

I think the only reason he would innitiate a relationship with someone stronger than him is to use them. But knowing this little pathetic triangle he would catch feelings two days into his big manipulation plan.

Like- You're giving him love, affection, and attention? What??? Then he's in love and has to include you as a bigger component in any world domination plans he has in the future.

At the begining he would do everything he can to feel like the one that's "in-charge" in the relationship. That includes anything from manipulation to fear tactics like threats and push and pull type stuff.

But when that doesn't work he'd be in a weird place where he both resents you but can't help but still have feelings.

Eventually, in his own twisted way, he would be into it though. Maybe one of his henchmaniacs talked to him about it and changed his perspective a bit.

"You don't like that your partner is more powerful than you?" Jheselbraum takes one of the shot glasses next to Bill and pours herself a drink.

"Psh- powerful? No... I'm better! I can- I can..." Bill trails off and opts to take another shot.

"Y'know, it's not that bad." She takes a shot, "You have scary dog privileges." She shrugs.

Bill pauses and then slowly turns to Jheselbraum. He begins to laugh uncontrollably. So much so that Jheselbraum takes the I'm Fine Juice bottle and awkwardly backs out the room.

She's right!

He can use you to seal more deals, make more plans, almost anything he can't get done himself he can use you for.

You'll be the one to shield him from consequences, you'll protect him, you'll be the one that makes sure he gets his way. You won't leave when the kitchen gets hot. You said you love him so you'll do anything for him, won't you?

He would start to gush over how strong and powerful you are because now he sees it as an advantage to him.

He sighs dreamily as he imagines all the laws of space and time you can break.

He'd most definitely daydream about the two of you conquering the world together. With you by his side it'll be so much easier.

Other than just using you though-

He'd test you. A lot. He'd push all the buttons he can to see what makes you snap. What are your limits? How many of his antics will you let slide? How will you make your anger known? If he goes too far will you hurt him somehow? He almost wants you to.

You want him to stop annoying you? Show him what you've got. Show him what all the buzz is about. What makes you more powerful.

Make him stop.

I think he would low-key like having you be angry at him. It makes him feel like he has all your attention.

And we all know Bill loves attention.

MROE MORE MORE MORE I I JSUT NEED MORE STANLEY BILL STANFORD AND FIDDLEFORD YOUR WIRIRNT IS SO FUCKIMG GOOD OH MY GOD KEEEP ON WRITING DONT STOP WHY R YOU SO TSENTEED!.!!,!,,, PIT ME IN A ROOM WITH ALL OF THEM AND I WONT BE THE ONE COMING OUT ORGENEATN OH MY FUKCJNG GODDD YOU AWTE SO AWRSOME

I love you and your writing, please do not suddenly disappear off the face of the earth. (ゝз○`)

I LOVE YOUR ENTHUSIASM. Also I’m going to take this request, since you seem to be specifically excited at the thought of more content, to talk about things i’ve been wanting to write!

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Bill with equally/exeedingly powerful reader is so interesting to me, there’d be so much competition there and the fact it’d probably be one sided on his part.

ANYTHING with young fiddleford, he’s such a cutie!! From his little hillbilly town omgmgmgmg he’s such a cute little nerd, I love him.

A full Stanford fic, those headcanons did pretty well so if I get a specific enough request i’d literally be ON IT.

I also have a fluffy Bill fic in drafts and that’s all i’ll say about that!

Alternatively in drafts, I have princess bubblegum headcanons. STARVING for adventure time requests, that kept me fed.

Also I’d like to do more with Stanley.. maybe smut this time?

OH and aside from gravity falls, Diego Hargreaves. Would love to fuck him. Him as a sub? Literally, i’m busting.

Lastly… pegging bill? I have nothing planned or in mind, but maybe this could go with the powerful reader. Dunno, but have ideas!

Hello, dearest!

Bill with a partner that's on par with him regarding powers and strength??? HOT. A partner that exceeds that? FERAL.

He'd be so fucking mad about it, but he'd also be so curious about the strength that you possess. Does he respect you? A little. Will that stop him from mouthing off and being the world's biggest brat? No. In fact, that may even encourage it. Maybe he wants you to break him. Maybe he wants you angry at him. Maybe he wants you to let out your frustrations using his body.

Think about it, babe. He's bitching and whining about how weak you are. How you're not enough to him cause really how can he expect you to make him scream and moan if you can't even handle him? Maybe he'll even attempt to dom you instead. Imagine him being secretly so giddy inside watching you boil with anger? He wants it. Give it to him.

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STANLEY PINES! THE MAN THAT YOU ARE!

Honestly? His vibes to me are he's either a brat or he's the best sub!guard dog. Hear me out on the latter, he's such a strong dude. He's making ends meet and underneath all that, I know he's tired. Thinking about taking care of him after a hard day? Make him empty his mind as soon as he's with you. He doesn't have to worry about anything. He doesn't have to think.

Maybe... he'll be even into collars? A more physical reminder underneath his collar that there's someone out there looking our for him and to take care of him. Praise him while you're at it. Tell him how much of a good boy he is for taking care of his niece and nephew. How good he is for helping his twin.

Also, sugar baby!Stanley? Let me give him money so all he can worry about next is how he's gonna wear for us ❤️ i wanna spoil that man to the next century.

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Hope you have/had a nice shift at work, babes!

xoxoxoxoxo

been ITCHING to answer this request because both topics are literally my jam, on my mind 24/7.

Bill with a s/o that meets or exceeds his power? That has been picking at my brain since it first crossed my mind. The tension it would cause because, in reality, he’d just be so resentful. I especially think he’d be curious about your power, as you said, and so purposely being a dick and insulting you beyond reason, just to see what you can do. That’s the reason, the nasty sex afterwards is just a bonus!

STANLEY PINES I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!!!!!!11!1!1! I do not get enough Stanley requests. And him being a sub is so precious, like I really just want to tell him how good of a job he does for everyone, and make him feel appreciated :(

We need more fat (not the twink one) human bill cipher x reader fics

GOD I LOVE YOU CANON BILL

We don't know a lot about how Bill's species reproduces so breeding kink could be really confusing for all parties involves. Exhibit A: Bill w/ partner that ids as female and has a uterus. He attempts dirty talk along the lines of "If we keep this up I'm gonna make you a daddy!" and they're like wait what

HAHAHAHA NO STOP, THATS SO FUNNY. Bill drops that line and the reader just stops what they’re doing for a second and is like, “..what?” In all seriousness though, you’re so right, it would be so confusing.

Honestly, I don’t imagine Bill’s geometrical species reproduce even CLOSE to how humans do. That’s one of the reasons I don’t think a breeding kink would be very probable, but I guess if we’re just having fun, maybe that’s what makes him interested in the whole process of like “human procreation.” Which might lead him to get a few facts wrong!

is it bad that i actually find bill attractive in his triangle form. like let me take loving geometry to the next level guys 🙏🙏🙏

NO YOUR REAL YOUR SO REALLL 😭😭 I’d ever do smut in his human form bc.. i don’t know how it would work while he’s a triangle.. but I do have a fluffy fic coming in his little triangle bod 😁 I’m actually really looking forward to writing it, it’s so cute.

Have we considered Bill with a breeding kink? He's the last of his species after all. Lonely, without any family...I can see him wanting to start his own family of little doritolings. Lord knows if or how it could work, but I think he'd get a kick out of trying.

Okay so realistically, not a chance and definitely not. BUT, in a world where i’m allowed to have fun, THIS IS SO INTERESTING!!! Maybe he’d be [disgusted] intrigued by human birth and in bringing the topic up, it’s like something to just ‘try’ in bed for him or something. I dunno, it definitely depends on who is like… getting bred. I think that would evoke different reactions from him depending.

I’d love to hear anyone else have thoughts about this!

i wonder how bill would react to someone wanting him carnally

He’d probably be weirded out and then use it to his advantage. He sees the appeal though.

I know you asked for something with Ford and i’ll request something for him once i brainstorm it up i promise T-T

BUT with the Sub masochist Bill, i can totally see where it’d go. I feel like Bill would be the type of person to never even think about touching himself, because the whole ‘trying to end the world thing’, and he was too busy with all of that and experimenting with pain in the human body it never even occurred to him that pleasure would be as awesome as it was till the [insert reader] showed him

Like literally after he figures it out he prolly wouldn’t even wanna stop. Man could go hours overstimulated and sex crazy because after a while of getting overstimmed it hurts insanely bad, but that’s lowkey more of a reason for him to keep going.

And whenever you’d tell him no to fucking or you’d be busy or something, it’d drive him literally nuts because ‘how dare you reject HIM.’ And he’d think it would just be casual questions of ‘Sooo you wanna have sex now, toots?’ but it’d get the point where he’d just be BEGGING you to touch him.

Speaking of touching himself, like i’d said before, he never really had till his first time with you, and whenever you’d reject his advances he just couldn’t help but touch himself while throwing a little hissy fit about the whole thing. You’d once walked in on him in one of these moments, on the bed, dick in hand while ruthlessly beating himself off. Sometimes he’d even slap himself and things of the sort and imagine it was you doing it and that usually through him over the edge.

ALSO FLUFF 🤩 So i don’t imagine him to be the most open about cuddling or anything but when he’s in the mood he’d get upset when you wouldn’t. Sometimes he just forgets you can’t read his mind. But honestly he seems clingy in the type of way that when he’s not horny out of his demonic mind, that he’d learn to just enjoy your general presence. Even when you guys aren’t having playful banter, he would bask in the silence knowing you’re there with him by his side. Don’t get me wrong, this man is a pest and would never admit any of this outloud, but he also feels as thought you know it so he doesn’t HAVE to tell you.

ONE MORE THING: Star gazing. now i really need you to here me out of this one.

So his dimension (or whatever it was) was destroyed, right? And even when he eventually came to earth, he must’ve been traveling in the stars for a while just tryna find a new home. So sometimes when he’s really feeling it, you guy’ll be on the roof to your place and he’d point out the general direction of where is dimension once was, or even go into detail about constellations he knows you don’t know about. Like i said this man is not a gooshy-ass person and can be a real dickhead to you more or less all the time, but i feel like there would definitely be those insanely rare moments where you could look at him and see a bit of human in that demonic entity (BYW ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE BEEN IN THIS FANDOM SO I MIGHTVE FORGOTTEN IMPORTANT LORE SO LEAVE ME ALONE 😭😭) Anywayss lemme think of some Ford shit to keep you sane pooks 😌🫡

-👻👽 Anon

I love asks like this because you guys literally do all my work for me. Much love Alien anon, much love. Also oh my god??? Everyone took my Bill fic and ran with it and I am LOVING IT, you people are so creative!

The fluff is actually really cute, by the way!! I don’t know how into cuddling Bill would be.. his human form is probably the most likely that situation would ever be. lol, imagine Bill experiencing the foreign need for human touch for the first time. i also like the point about him touching himself anyways-

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.

Hello, dear!

And without any fluffing around, I humbly present my Sub!Maso!Bill HCs

- I'd like to start off and say Masochism is a definite theme for him, and I also believe in Bill finding sex disgusting. But! I also firmly believe that he'd be so damn curious about it. He's watched enough from others to know the basics and idea of it. But to experience it is a whole other can of worms. He can't deny that there's a certain appeal to it.

- Imagine being his first? Thinking about being the first he allows to touch his meatbag and make him experience pleasure and all the ways of achieving it. Think about all the fun ways you can incorporate pain with pleasure 👀

- And there will always be a certain thrill of having him as a sub. He's a demon for fuck's sakes! But a demon that you can reduce to a whimpering and moaning mess nonetheless 👀

- I'm thinking about edging Bill until he sobs, until his cock turns near purple, and just rubbing the tip has tears pricking his eye. Thinking about overstimming him too - continuously stroking his cock regardless of the many orgasms he had.

- I'm also thinking about fingering him, making him realise the pleasure of being fucked open. Thinking about sticking fingers with little lube so he can feel the stretch, the BURN. Thinking about him letting out a gasp and going still once you find his prostate.

- Thinking about fucking him with a huge strap and with your hands wrapped around his neck. Maybe you can even force his body to contort into different positions as you fuck him? Make his body ache from holding the position.

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And I honestly can go on and on about different kinks that would fit for Sub!Maso!Bill (ex. knife play and temperature play) and don't even get me started on his attachment issues 😩

Hope you have a nice day, babes!

xoxoxoxo

AHHH I LOVE YOU!!!! You literally have such an amazing brain for this, your headcanons NEVER disappoint. Also about the last point, i’ve had a pegging fic for Bill in mind for a few days..

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUN IT WOULD BE TO DEGRADE BILL. I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU WOULD DO IT OR IF YOU COULD BUT I DREEAAAAMM. I DREAMMM.

well first of all link 😁, and second of all I KNOW. Because he’s such a shit, I just want to be so mean to him like it’s a natural instinct.

I’m going to be so real, you’d probably be in mortal danger if you didn’t do it right. Like, he would NOT like being mocked, he’d get so angry. I also think that’s why the idea of him with an equally powerful, or more-so, adversary is interesting. Because then, you’d have the right to degrade him.

And there’s so much to critic about Bill too, pointing out his need for constant attention, and his pathetic little mood swings. He’d throw such a tantrum. Especially in bed, you’d practically be making him choose pleasure over respect and that’d drive him nuts.

I’m definitely doing more with this idea in the future, that shitbag DOES NOT deserve nice treatment.

anyways, someone request something with Ford now because I love him.

Hello, dearest!

I... am seeing the vision for Sub!Bill 😩 and it's an actual crime that there's so little Sub!Bill fics!

Anywhooo, I am actually feral for Sub!Masochist!Bill. I want him getting off from the pain in unexpected ways. Choke him? Hot. Slap and punch him? Hot. Punch him in the stomach while you jack him off? Hot.

Do I wanna send in HCs for Sub!Masochist!Bill? Mayhaps 👀

Have a nice day!

No because I think sub!bill is such an interesting concept because it clashes with his personality so much, but it’s not entirely out of character either. His fascination with pain in the human body is such an indicator of masochistic behavior in bed if i was being fr then i’d say he probably would think sex was gross in general but let me have fun

Also… I’d kill for those masochist Bill headcanons… drop them in my inbox and my life is YOURS.

Take a Bite

1.5k words,, Bill Cipher x Reader

summary — Bill and the reader have sex, which has proven to be very difficult seeing as he isn’t doing anything, and, of course, things are never easy with that insufferable brat.

warnings — SMUT, bill being annoying and toxic, dom!reader, sub!Bill, heavy pain kink, bill’s human form, the fat fuck not the twink

a/n — Admittedly, this fic only happened because I never see Bill sub in fanfics and i’m very interested in what the dynamic would be. You’d be like… domming with a risk of death.

“Well, slick,” Bill leaned back and gestured up and down his body, “Give it your all.”

Amusement was thick in his voice, along with bubbling giddiness. He fumbled with the seams on his pants, not out of nervousness, but as if he had forgotten how to take them off and was looking for some kind of zipper. One, admittedly, that he would not find on slacks. 

“Wow, human clothes are just as bad as the fleshbags. So needlessly complicated,” He sounded on the verge of a laughing fit, “Oh, and toots? Before you dig in, remember to leave marks. I wanna see how durable this thing is.” 

His amusement was not matched on your part. The situation invoked dull curiosity at best, in your opinion. The idea of harboring a wanted criminal, ex-overlord, god-like demon in your house challenged your idea of a good time. Having sex with that demon was even harder to swallow.

Then again, any situation with bill warranted an ungodly amount of stress. 

“Whatcha’ thinking about over there, sweet-cheeks?”

You smiled at that; of the few advantages you have, being in gravity falls for weirdmageddon proved to be one of them. You know of his powers, and with that, vague guesses on how to prevent them.

Tinfoil-lined bobbie pins were one of them. A guess, granted, but a good one at that. Really, not that complicated when you recall every alien movie you’ve ever watched. 

“Upset you can’t tell?” 

He laughed, “Upset for you, maybe. Trust me, it’d be so much easier for both of us if I could just read your thoughts. I’m already your roommate, how much closer could we ge- Ah.”

You brushed his pants crotch, and began to unbutton. For all his mightiness, the guy couldn’t work pants. “Careful, human body’s are touchy.” 

“Touchy,” He repeated, “Tell me about.” 

Getting his pants off was a task harder than it should have been, no thanks to Bill, who seemed to have taken to just lying there, occasionally flicking you, and then himself. 

When you finally peeled all of his clothes off, you warned him to brace himself, to which he ignored you. On top of that, the entire time Bill had been talking, droning on about ‘the last time he’d been in a human body.’

You wondered vaguely if he’d ever done this with someone else. In the time he’d been at your house he’d mentioned some ‘sixer’ ex-thing-ish of his. But you doubt he’d done anything with him.

As he’d mentioned, he hadn’t perfected his human form until very recently. Perfected is a strong word, he was pudgy and short, remanisent of a human peanut. And his teeth were terrible. 

Either way, you’d gotten him ready, and began your work. Laying a light finger on the tip of his dick, and running it down the base of his length, you got Bills first reaction: a short sniff.

Recovering fast, he adjusted his seat, “Yeah, tick tock, toots. This better be good.” 

It was his idea, you thought, but continued. Your fingers wrapped around the entirety of his cock and you began to stroke it. 

A sigh left Bills mouth, “Oh, this does have a kick to it. Maybe you’re not so bad, after all.”

Over the course of the next few minutes, you’d grow angrier and angrier. Although you were clearing making him feel good, he’d never shut his snide mouth for two seconds. 

“Jesus, slow down, pal— I just perfected this flesh-bag, at this rate your gonna break something—“ 

You didn’t realize how much your hand sped up. You thought for a moment, before completely stopping. Bill looked taken aback.

“Hey! what’s the—“

Without warning you grabbed his dick with full force and squeezed. He yelped, before giggling at the hurt.

This made you more mad, “God, do you ever shut up? I wish you’d lost your voice when you lost Gravity Falls.”

He stopped giggling. “I’d watch what you say, if I was you, kid.”

You threw your head back and laughed, running your hand slowly up his dick and then slamming back to the base of his cock. Finally, a reaction other than knowing bliss: anger. Weakness.

“Oh dear god, rearrange the features of my face then, Billy. See if I give a shit when you don’t have a place to live.”

His face turned red with rage, and he recoiled at the mention of your upperhand. And then, finally, at the slowing of your hand, a small, wavering whimper. 

You both caught it, and he was quick to put a hand of his mouth, “Sensitive human bodies - Hey, don’t look at me like that, that was not my fault.”

“God, you’re such a brat.”

“Oh please, what are you gonna do about it?” And he was completely serious.

Without much hesitation, you took the moment as an opportunity to abruptly sink yourself onto his dick. He sucked in a breath but you didn’t give him much time to do anything else.

“Ah- Now we’re talki—“ You slapped him hard across the face, and grabbed his cheeks with your hand, squishing them together, mockingly. Stifled laughter from Bill. 

“This is the form you spent all that time perfecting? I can barely feel anything. It’s worthless!” You sped up riding him, loosening your face to give the illusion you were bored, “You’re worthless.” 

His eyebrows arched down and his eyes widened, “I can kill you with a snap of my fingers! You think I need this sex— You think I need this hous— ah, ah—“

The unknown pleasure was getting to him, making his brain foggier than usual, and it was showing. Human senses were a key factor in your ability to keep the high-ground. Just as long as it felt good enough, he wouldn’t go back to his original form and… well. 

You wondered vaguely if you were actually going to be in mortal parole after this. But then again, the look on his face was almost euphoric, despite the anger. Thankfully, Bill was selfish, he’d probably chase the high again

You sighed, “Oh, you do need this house, Billy. Where else would you go? Everyone else in town has already forgotten about you, and your little maniac friends are no where to be seen.”

You sped up once more as your hands danced up his body, and continued, “With this whole out-of-sight-out-of-mind routine, i’m giving you something you won’t be getting anywhere else: attention.”

“You— Ah, curse this feeble human body! I’ll make your life a living hell-“ He whined, actually whined. 

Slamming yourself down on him, he cried out and then scowled. You raked your nails down his chest, deep enough to bleed, drawing out a  giggle from Bill as he felt the littlest bit of blood start to pool.

“You’re lucky this meatbag is— ah— funny enough—“ He was cut off with a gargle as a your hand sharply wrapped around his throat, and squeezed tight. 

“It’s not luck, i’m good at what I do, Billy. Not that you would know what that’s like, you pathetic shitbag,” although that insult wasn’t particularly true, you didn’t give him a chance to snap back, and instead put your other hand on his neck as well. 

You rode him with more speed than ever now. His eyes fluttered open and shut slowly, and he leaned into your hands. 

His face flushed, but a dreamy smile spread to the edges of his face as you made sure to leave bruise marks on his throat, still slamming against him. 

Although, you didn’t want to actually break him, so when his face began to turn purple, you let go. He gasped for air and let out a raspy, crazed giggle that went on for too long, and ending in a moan.

“I’m— “ Bills eyebrows furrowed, as if he was trying to decipher what the amusing thing the human body had planned next, “Somethings— somethings happening.”

His voice was broken, neck bruised, cheek red with a slap mark, eyes foggy, and chest bleeding from your nails. 

Before you dig in, remember to leave marks. I wanna see how durable this thing is.

Clearly you’d kept your end of the deal, and from what you’ve gathered it was time for the finale. You chased your own climax now as well, even though, admittedly, you hadn’t been thinking about it the whole session.

Annoying as it was that Bill still managed to make something all about him —and he definitely knew, mind reading or not— you still kept up your pace. 

“You’re close?” 

He smiled blissfully, and nodded.

What the hell. You smiled, “Good boy.”

His reaction was… startling. He leaned his head back, let out a small half-whine half-laugh, and arched off the bed. Finally, he released.

What's your current draft list if you don't mind the question?

(glas you're back to writing btw!)

Thanks for asking! currently working on

dom!Lila headcanons (umbrella academy) and Bill Cipher nsfw bc I want that fat fuck so bad

Starting off really strong with smut someone request fluff soon 💔

Clarifying question- have you read the book of Bill?

Yes, I have! Absolutely obsessed with Bills character, I think he is SO interesting.