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'ight that's all buh bye my like 3 followers
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.
opening cookierun requests!!
There is a criminal lack of sub!smc on tumblr !! When will we realize that this is an attention seeking brat?
come on people!
There is a criminal lack of sub!smc on tumblr !! When will we realize that this is an attention seeking brat?
come on people!
HUNGER GAMES REQUESTS OPEN ˙⋆✮ —
who is write for —
Coriolanus Snow, Haymitch Abernathy, Johanna Mason, Lucy Gray, Sejanus Plinth, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark , Finnick Odair, Effie Trinket, Tigris Snow, Plutarch Heavansbee
˙⋆✮ All my usual rules apply
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]
YIPPEE i love that ur reblogging the hazbin fics from the old blog! -molly kisser
(im being lazy with my signoff thing lol)
YES!! I think i’m gonna build up a masterlist later today. Ugh… I miss tumblr.
How ya doing, Bimbo?
i’m doing okay! haven’t been on tumblr for eons and eons but, i wanted to check in so… here I am. I just went on a huge search for my old fics—everyone has wanted them back for literal months—and i found a BULK of them. Might make a masterlist or something!
In other news, i’ve been watching moral orel… yall KNOW clay puppington is my type.
sorry for dropping off the planet everyone, i’ve had a weird few months — as it turns out the fan fiction writer curse is real because what the fuck.
anyways, i’m probably still not gonna be posting because… i don’t really have anything to post about right now interests wise.
But watch out when stranger things season 4 drops; i’ll be lethal.
about a year since this baby got me over 1000 followers…
then i deleted my account and i’m back at 300 but it’s OKAY!!!
any fics of fucking Vox so hard the power completely goes out in the making? i looove what you've written for him already, would be really cool if the glitches were visible in the writing too!!
warnings — Pegging, small use of ‘mommy’, Vox being a whiny bitch
summary — Vox takes it in the ass so hard Hell has a power shortage because he’s just a whore like that.
a/n — OMG I LITERALLY LOVE THIS !! god any excuse to write Vox getting absolutely wrecked is a YES.
“Fuck,” Vox’s back arched and his hands went to grip the top of his screen, “Fuck ju—zzs—st like that.”
His voice buffered as you pushed your strap deeper into him. He was on his back with his legs wrapped around your torso so your plastic dick would have easy access to his ass.
You had to hold your hands on his chest to keep him from squirming too much.
“Needy tonight, aren’t we, Vox?” you snickered as you moved the strap inside him.
“God, fuu—ck you, bi—tcc—tch,” he hissed before you cut him off by aggressively forcing pushing deeper into him.
He yelped and moaned, throwing his head back on the pillow.
“You’re in no position to be saying that, sweetheart,” you start moving the strap faster and rougher.
He let out a glitched out whine and stared up at you with pure hatred, and desperate arousal.
Your hands that rested on his hips now dug into him hard enough to break skin.
“A—ah,” he whined, “What’s wr—oo—ong with you? S—slow down.” he whined at how rough you were being but then followed it up with a long drawn out moan.
“Aw baby,” you leaned down and caressed his screen, “Your going to have to learn to be nicer if you want me to slow down. For now you’ll just have to take my cock like the slut you are.”
He surprised himself by whining at your harsh words. Your fingers glided down and brushed over his nipples. He then shocked himself even further with the fact that, despite this humiliating position, he arched into your touch, craving any and all attention he can get from you.
You noticed how desperate he was, and smirked. He looked pathetic, sweaty and panting, covered in markings from your teeth, and looking up at you with a dark clouded expression, waiting to see what you do next.
To his delight, you continued to roughly ram into him, going at a rapid pace, nails once again digging into his hips.
“ohmygodohmygodoh—tsk tsk,” he moaned loudly as his hands clung to the sheets. At this point he couldn’t get one sentence out before glitching.
“Wow, look at you” you remark, rolling your hips, “what a little attention whore you are.”
He whined and threw his head back. At this point, there was a low static-y humming coming from him.
“‘m not—bzz— ‘m not a whore,” his protests were weak at this point. If he wasn’t being interrupted by malfunctioning mid-sentence, he was being cut off by his own whimpers.
“Oh, but you are, sweetheart. Only a whore would be taking mommy’s cock so good,” you coo down at him.
The implication that he was doing good, especially because that meant approval from you, made his brain feel funny.
“See?” your hands move up from his hips and caress the sides of his screen, “your so pretty when you don’t argue with me, baby.”
Oh, that did something to him. He wasn’t around a lot of positive people, so the idea that your attention could be shown with something as kind as praise, made his throat tighten.
His moans turned into choked out broken sobs and all the brattiness from earlier drained out of him. You were sure that if he had tear ducts, he would be crying right now.
You hammered into him harder than ever, leaning over him to occasionally pepper kisses on his neck and screen.
“Nngh— mommy ‘m— bzz— ‘m sorry,” he moaned out, slinking his arms around your neck, trying desperately to bring you closer to him. To make sure he was the only thing catching your attention at the moment.
Your hips rolled fast and rough inside him, and he could feel his climax approaching.
“Sorry for— wait, you’re sorry?” You were sure you knew what he was talking about, his attitude earlier. Still, for a moment you were thrown off by the idea that this cocky, power-hungry asshole was apologizing unprompted to you.
After a moments consideration, you came to the conclusion that he must have been slowly easing into subspace. He was probably apologizing because he wanted you to, what, praise him?
All though it seemed slightly out of character for the usually pretentious, bratty man, his half lidded desperate eyes seemed to convince you.
Your grip on his hips once again tightened as you drilled into him, rougher than before.
“You’re so perfect, baby,” you panted, earning a loud whimper. His arms tightened around your neck and his nails started to dig into the skin of your back.
“So good for me, taking mommy’s cock so well, looking so pretty for me too.”
He whined loudly and the frequency coming from his head started to get louder. You were ramming into him with such concentration that you didn’t notice the lights started to flicker around you.
“c—ccl—close—,” he tried to speak but only uttering a glitched out moan. Luckily, you picked up on what he was trying to say.
“Of course, sweetheart, whenever you want,” you said, rolling your hips once more to make his orgasm even more pleasurable.
“So good for me, Vox, apologizing for being a brat, telling me when your about to cum,” you speak softly into his ear, except you don’t think he comprehends a thing except for ‘so good for me.’
He let out a choked pathetic sob and whined for more. His audio was glitching out more than ever, making him almost unintelligible.
Now the flickering of the lights around you was undeniable, even producing a low buzzing sound reminiscent of the one Vox’s head was currently making.
“So perfect, my pretty baby, ‘m so lucky to have such a good boy.”
All of the praise sent him over the edge. With one loud moan, he came.
But in a moment, the buzzing light bulb beside you exploded, and all the illuminated buildings outside your window went dark, causing a full blackout all across the city.
Vox was still clinging to your neck, breathless, panting against you.
“Shit. Was that, like, too much, Vox?” you ask, clearly concerned as you go to pull out of him.
He pulls back slightly from your neck but stops you from moving your strap out of him.
“Please— tsk tsk,” he breathes, still buffering slightly, “Please more.”
a/n — I was too nice to him at the end of this fix but DONT WORRY GUYS I got another sub!Vox request that will literally destroy him
also, i saw someone say that since vox is around so many toxic people, an actual compliment would fuck with him super hard.
so as you can see i agree with them
rereading american pyscho, oh how i would love to dom patrick bateman.
Ive never seen a dom reader x stu marcher before PLEASE BIMBO I NEED IT
Sucking him off, riding him, edging him, face riding him, mommy kink, idc FEED ME—
-VoxisDaddy
warnings — mommy kink, dom reader, sub stu
summary — Sub!Stu Matcher headcanons/drabble
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Stu as a sub would be so clingy, all over you, begging to be punished.
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 He wants you to beat the shit out of him. Oblige, and he’ll be all over you.
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Unlike Billy, there’s not even any deep seated psychological reason for this, he’s just a freak, and he wants you to fuck the hell out of him.
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Suck him off until he’s begging for mercy, which he will. But then he’ll go back on his word, and beg you to keep going. “C’mon, more! I can take it, mommy I swear!”
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 He gets a sick kick out of being tortured by you, so don’t let him cum for hours. Make his dick pink and runny with pain because he’s needed to cum for just that long.
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Ride his face while he’s tied up so he can’t even touch himself. Is his face wet from your cum or his tears? Neither of you know.
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 He’s be so whiny about what he wanted, as if he deserves it. “Mommy, I know I was bad — But I can make it up to you,” He’d offer.
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 But he deserves to be punished, which is lucky for him, because he wants to be. Badly.
a/n — I’ll go back to Inside job/Gravity falls in november. But now everyone should send me Bill Loomis and Tate langdon requests… yknow if we really wanna talk bout having a mommy kink..
OMGOMGOMG I LOVE INSIDE JOB AND I LOVE BRETT HAND
and I fully agree with him being a sub. I’ve seen a plethora of fanfics where they make brett a dom and like… no? 😭 that is THE MOST malewife character I’ve ever seen in my life
I KNOW!!!! I cannot imagine that even happening, i’m sorry but the idea of him domming is so vastly out of character it’s distracting. He’s literally so terribly desperate for everyone’s approval, how would he ever possible lead in bed. Be. so. for. real!!!!!
watched inside job, i want him SO BAD.
oh hey!! It’s you!! I remember reading your Vox and Puzzles stuff. None of your current guys appeal to me but good to know you’re doing better.
side note Puzzles has gotten so much more deranged lately. Big event coming up soon he’ll probably get another musical number.
omggggg i miss mr puzzles so much. i was literally so sad i deleted all of my old account because i was yearning for my old mr puzzles stuff and also my old lucifer work…
But i’m glad you found me again! Lucky for you my interests change rapidly so stick around and maybe you’ll see something you like!
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!
This is me rambling, not a request, but LORD. I did not think about fiddleford that way at all originally but now that I’ve been exposed to it, it’s all been downhill since then. Don’t even want to tease him or be mean, just want to treat that farmboy to plenty of praise. Be real sugary sweet to him all while overstimming him
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
mmmmmgpgppgph, overstim on fiddleford. I think the poor baby deserves some praise, he does so much for everyone else. I think Alex described it best once when talking about how Mcgucket only sees him self as valuable when he’s building things for other people.
Like imagine just treating him, he doesn’t need to be doing anything other than sitting back and letting you spoil him. He’d like that so much.
Cooing things at him bout how helpful, and handsome, and good he is. Not letting him lift a finger, but fully catering to his needs. Telling him you can stop any time, especially since you’ve been giving him so much attention that his eyes are tearing up!
But he’ll shake his head for you to keep going because you’re being so nice and giving to him, and he didn’t even have to do anything to get your praise.
i really want to write but i caannnnotttttt find time too, so have leftovers idk
honeymoon with stanley pines👀
a/n — Stanley Pines the man you are!
summary — SFW headcanons about the [gender neutral] reader on a honeymoon with Stan
──★ The photos from the zombie episode were chosen because things would escalate to stakes that high, even on a honeymoon.
──★ Well, maybe not that high, but I feel like things would go comically wrong.
──★ You run out of money, a bar fight starts, your taxi driver turns out to be robbing and bank and you’re involved in a car chase, you end up crashing another wedding, etc.
──★ The honeymoon is totally in Vegas, by the way.
──★ Stan tries so hard to make this a romantic trip for you, he’s honestly terrified of you leaving him.
──★ He’s hiring mariachi bands at restaurants you go to, and paying for your name to be written out in fireworks (they spelled it wrong but it’s the thought that counts.)
──★ And when anything goes wrong at all, he’s honestly really scared it’s gonna convince you to break it off with him.
──★ There’d have to be a lot of reassurance on your part that you are having a good time, and you love him.
“Look, I know i’m a lot to handle— And maybe this whole trip isn’t going as planned, and maybe—“
“Are you kidding? I’ve had a great time, Stan,” You smile genuinely.
He looked surprised, “No kidding?”
You laugh, “I always have a good time with you. I married you for a reason.”
──★ Imagine spoiling him as much as he spoils you.
──★ Like while he’s trying to write your name in fireworks, you’re on the black market trying to name a planet after him.
──★ Getting him breakfast in bed, and him being all surprised because like he didn’t ask you to do that.
“No shit, where am I? A hotel?” He’d jokes, faint blush rising.
“Motel,” You correct, “We couldn’t afford a hotel here. Hope this makes up for it!”
──★ I feel like the most romantic part of the honeymoon would be like the more insane parts.
──★ Like you two tied up in the back of a gangs hideout, and having to break free with a nail file.
Fiddleford always being hard and having at times pre-cum dripping, almost always in public and trying to hide it so bad. He wants to make it stop, but it doesn't work and he didn't want you to notice and think he's a pervert.
He was thinking about what his ma would think if she saw his bodily reactions and didn't want to disappoint her.
-🌌
⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚
Awwwwww the way this would humiliate him completely. This happening in his college days, he already feels ostracized for being some out of place little farm boy, and now he can’t control his body in public? All just because of you?
He should be ashamed of himself. First Mcgucket to go college and he’s making a fool of himself in public because of a stupid little crush. I’d imagine he’d be hesitant to even ‘take care’ of it in the bathroom because, let’s be honest, he probably doesn’t even have that much experience with jerking off. He’d physically recoil if his little problem starts leaving damp spots on the outside of his jeans.
Imagine finally confronting him about it, pulling off to the side, (a dorm room, bathroom, closet, etc), and teasing him for thinking you hadn’t notice. But don’t poke too much fun or he’ll think you want nothing to do with him. He’s not used to that kind of foreplay, and would be hurt. So simply ask if he wants any help. Of course, you could leave him with his pants on, a new pair, you think. Still, all up in his business as he can’t hold back and he cums, ruining his nice jeans. But he whines, and you’re nice.
Make sure to remark about how wet he is for you. God, this little cowboy would have such a good time.
OI just realized we're short on Stanley headcanon! Please feed us more of this strangely hot old man.
ooooo i do not have nearly enough stanley pines requests, send some in! I already have a smut one in drafts sooo fluff?? i feel like i’ve been doing to much smut and stan is my comfort character
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!!!!!
honeymoon with stanley pines👀
a/n — Stanley Pines the man you are!
summary — SFW headcanons about the [gender neutral] reader on a honeymoon with Stan
──★ The photos from the zombie episode were chosen because things would escalate to stakes that high, even on a honeymoon.
──★ Well, maybe not that high, but I feel like things would go comically wrong.
──★ You run out of money, a bar fight starts, your taxi driver turns out to be robbing and bank and you’re involved in a car chase, you end up crashing another wedding, etc.
──★ The honeymoon is totally in Vegas, by the way.
──★ Stan tries so hard to make this a romantic trip for you, he’s honestly terrified of you leaving him.
──★ He’s hiring mariachi bands at restaurants you go to, and paying for your name to be written out in fireworks (they spelled it wrong but it’s the thought that counts.)
──★ And when anything goes wrong at all, he’s honestly really scared it’s gonna convince you to break it off with him.
──★ There’d have to be a lot of reassurance on your part that you are having a good time, and you love him.
“Look, I know i’m a lot to handle— And maybe this whole trip isn’t going as planned, and maybe—“
“Are you kidding? I’ve had a great time, Stan,” You smile genuinely.
He looked surprised, “No kidding?”
You laugh, “I always have a good time with you. I married you for a reason.”
──★ Imagine spoiling him as much as he spoils you.
──★ Like while he’s trying to write your name in fireworks, you’re on the black market trying to name a planet after him.
──★ Getting him breakfast in bed, and him being all surprised because like he didn’t ask you to do that.
“No shit, where am I? A hotel?” He’d jokes, faint blush rising.
“Motel,” You correct, “We couldn’t afford a hotel here. Hope this makes up for it!”
──★ I feel like the most romantic part of the honeymoon would be like the more insane parts.
──★ Like you two tied up in the back of a gangs hideout, and having to break free with a nail file.
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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not posting tonight because i’m tired so have some leftovers while I work on stanley headcanons and more filthy bill smut
LALALALA what you said about fiddleford is so fucking real. hes so nerdy and cutie for reaaalll :3 i dont think hes the brattiest brat out there (esp when bill exists lmao) but i do think he can be!!
i will also say. everyone who i met who was into computers n tech n machinery was atleast a little bit into being tied up. just putting that out there!!! :)
minors dni, ramble incoming
I feel like wouldn’t be a brat because he just doesn’t strike as someone who has a lot of experience. He’s a country boy with little experience and, most likely, very traditional views. I don’t think he’s entirely vanilla, but he would be very sheltered when it comes to kinks.
Persuading him to try being tied up would be so weird because… why? However, I don’t think he’d be against it. I think he’d be odd about sex before marriage in general, but not opposed to it.
And when you do tie him up and have your way, he’s in absolute shock because he didn’t expect that to feel so good.
I think he’d at first be like “I reckon it’s— it’s the man.. supposed to be doing the leading and— all that.” But it wouldn’t take a lot to break him down, because he didn’t even want to lead anyways.
He’d probably whine more than he’d whimper, but overall I think he’d be very loud his first time. “Oh lord— oh my—“ “My gosh, ah!” “Oh mama!” in a country way not a kinky way though. Less sexy, but lots of weird southern phrases would come out.
Get you a man who moan “Oh, sweet baked potatoes” every now and then. this one’s kinda a joke
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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.
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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! 🙃