Just a heads up I'm not very active rn bc of writers block and I’m in cosmology school now! So I’m mainly doing that and will be working on fics on the side…
Feel free to request whatever you want, guidelines below ⬇️ 《don't know if it'll be any good tho》
What I DON'T write What I DO write
1: insest/rape 1: smut
2: aged up minors 2: fluff
3: heavy angst 3: anything else really
4: piss/shit/spit/feet 4: lgbtq+ (mostly wlw)
Fandoms I'll wright for
Gravity falls ○Ford, Stan, Bill○
One piece ○mostly hot side characters, but anyone really○
Transformers ○really anyone, if I don't know them I'll do some research, probably gonna end up being mostly Bayverse and Prime○
Sonic universe ○ Shadow, Sonic, Silver, Knuckles, Rouge etc ☆NO nsfw of Tails or other minor characters☆
Steven universe ○ anyone thats not a minor, ♡Jasper my love♡
TADC ○ again anyone thats not a minor, ♡Caine♡
Hazbin Hotel ○ I’ll do my best for any character that’s requested! ♡ ABEL MY LOVE ♡
And any other fandoms I get into I'll add as we go
As always, love y'all and thanks for all the likes, reblogs and follows 💋
Heyo!! I wanted to ask for a bill cipher fic? ( preferably a mix of twink bill and canon human!bill. ) so possibly,reader trying to find a way to ya’know ( bow chika bow wow ) and please make reader Gn, and fail spectacularly. :3 anywho! If you do end up writing this I’d really enjoy it! ( i don’t mind if it’s hics or a short story or a long one! Also I don’t really care about the plot. ) thanks you!
Yours truly - 🎪 Anonymous circus.
i am so sorry this took so fucking long...
Bill Cipher x GN!(ish)reader
Warnings!!! SEX, Bill Cipher, reader referred to as GN but i used fem 'part' descriptors, takes place during weirdmagedon, kinda non-con?
TW! Blood🩸
{Tysm for the request anon! So so sorry it took this long to finish lmao}
GETS NASTY BELOW CUT [skip to the end for the bill I had in mind]
Things had gotten WEIRD, obviously, since Bill took over and you were currently on the run just trying to survive the crazed towns ppl. After a few days you thought you were good, you couldn't be more wrong, you had been taken by one of those eyeball things to Bill.
"well, well, well! what've we got here!?" Bill asks no one in particular while inspecting you floating in front of his eyeball.
SNAP✨
You woke up in a luxurious room, a 'leather' couch (iykyk) and lots of velvet. You quickly figured out you were chained to the couch by the ankle and unable to go more than a few feet in any direction.
Frantically looking around the dimly lit room for some sign of where you were, but no luck. Suddenly you heard piano, and a slightly distorted voice singing “we’ll meet again”, then you saw him. The now 3d bright yellow, cyclops triangle lowering from the ceiling on a piano bench, fingers playing the keys.
When he finished the song he floated over to you, your chain pulled tight on your ankle from you trying to get away. He circled around you, looking up and down before harshly shoving you backwards onto the couch. The breath is knocked out of you just long enough for Bill to shift into a humanoid form and trap you against the back of the couch, arms on either side of your head.
Once you were able to breathe again you opened your eyes and looked at the kinda ugly humanoid form he took and was looming over you.
“Hello dear~” his usual distorted showman voice was lower and gravely against your neck while he breathed in your scent almost moaning.
You get that cringing feeling in your stomach, and yet you felt the spot between your thighs getting warmer and sticky. “What do you want Bill.” You practically spit his name, pulling away from his face in your neck, noticing he’d licked a stripe up your neck and you shiver, slightly disgusted.
“Now now, don’t be like that dear” Bill fake pouts while he roughly grabbed your face and made you look at him. “I know you still love me~” his fingers twitched up a your wrists were jerked up above your head and unable to move, leaving you at his mercy. His free hand snaked from the couch by your head onto your arm and trailed to your collar bones, tugging down your shirt feeling your warm skin with his clammy dead feeling fingers. Eventually he gets bored and goes lower roughly grabbing your hip, fingers digging in so there’d be bruises later.
You jerk and squirm in his grasp trying desperately to not give any indication that you were slightly enjoying being handled so roughly like he used to do when he used you to get back at Ford. “S-shit Bill, I thought you were done with this.” Your words are breathy as you struggled against the invisible restraint against your wrists, as you briefly remembered that Bill had used you to make Ford jealous for “abandoning” him. Obviously it didn’t work, so he told you to never speak of it again and left.
Bill chuckled near your ear nipping your earlobe, “I’m in power now. I get and take whatever I want.” With that at a snap of his fingers you were now chained to a huge bed, completely bare, the cool air making goose bumps rise on your skin. You pull against the chains while looking around, heart beating fast and hard, suddenly you felt a dip in the bed down by your legs.
The light in the room brightens slightly and you see a dimly lit silhouette of Bills humanoid figure in just boxers. He crawls towards you and stops at your knees, grabbing underneath your right knee and lifting it slightly and nipping the side of your leg and sticks his warm, slimy, black tongue out dragging it up your thigh. He suddenly stops right before he hits your almost burning core making a whine slip from your throat.
Bill looks up from between your thighs with a sly grin on his face before harshly biting down on the inside of your thigh drawing blood with his sharp, jagged teeth and licks the drips of blood before they fall onto the fancy sheets. He hums against your thigh, the vibrations causing your legs to twitch and him chuckle darkly as he travels up your body, leaving deep hickeys and bleeding bite marks.
The stinging feeling of his teeth digging into your flesh makes you squirm and pull against your restraints, quiet whimpers slipping past your lips despite your teeth digging into the skin. Bills dark laughing sends chills down your spine while his face is in your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave dark purple and red marks to distract from his slender, cool fingers trailing from holding your waist to your inner thighs. You gasp when you feel them slip between your smooth folds, lazily circling your puffy sensitive clit making your mouth drop open and a surprised moan left your throat.
An annoying grin spreads on his face, “there’s my little slut~” he coos against your lips before roughly pressing his lips against your lips and shoves his long slimy tongue practically down your throat. While having you choke on his tongue his fingers start to dip into your burning core making you babble around his tongue, once his fingers are worked into your core he starts to curl them into your spongy, sensitive spot.
Your back arches against the bed after what feels like hours of his fingering torture, not letting you cum and stopping right when you get to the edge, listening to our glorious screams of overstimulated pleasurable pain. The sheets below your hips were soaked at this point the juices dripping making his fingers that were pumping and scissoring your stretched hole sound obscenely wet. You had completely given up any struggle against him, knowing you wouldn’t get very far anyway and you also happened to be very pent up and needed a good fucking.
He had finally paused his edging torture to look over your bruised, bitten and twitching body for a moment before disappearing his boxers and looming back over you. His movements are surprisingly slow and deliberate as he lined up with your core, his fat tip leaking precum with your slick. His slender fingers drag up the bottom of your thighs and hook below your knees and fold you into a mating press before bottoming out making you scream.
Bill starts a brutal pace, pushing your knees into the mattress by your head and kissing you harshly again taking over your mouth and choking you with his tongue again while tears fall from your eyes making you look even more pathetic. When Bill pulls away from your mouth he looks down to where the two of you are connected and sees your stomach bulging with his unnaturally huge cock. He drops one of your legs and uses his freed hand to feel over the bulge and presses down on it, making both of you moan loudly. As soon as he shoves his cock deeper into your womb, you scream, pulling against the chains that keep you from leaving and your hole squeezes him like a vise making him explode inside you. The mix of yours and his hot, sticky cum leaks out around his cock and your muscles relax making you limp with his cock still inside of you.
You're barely conscious when he pulls out, using his fingers to roughly shove the leaking cum back into your abused hole. You see s flash and then his triangle form looming over you admiring his work before one of his minions is running down the halls screaming for him.
"I we'll continue this later dear" he speaks before disappearing, leaving you strapped to the bed leaking cum and mumbling half conscious nonsense.
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I do NOT own this image, full credits to the artist!
Was thinking something similar to this, maybe a little more of a neck and jawline lmao
One of the best ones I saw was a thing noting that every single one of the few survivors of suicide jumps off of the Golden Gate Bridge realized, on the way down, that the problems they were killing themselves over actually were fixable or could be worked through...except for the now - extremely unfixable - problem of gravity.
Went to the Holocaust Museum in DC once. There was a video interview of an Auschwitz survivor who said he and some other prisoners stayed up all night with a man who wanted to kill himself. The man didn’t kill himself and survived to liberation.
In the video the survivor said “Never seek a permanent solution to a temporary problem. And they’re all temporary problems.”
Hearing that from a guy who survived the Holocaust rewired my brain a little bit.
Transformers being fascinated by the differences between their recharge and human sleep.
When a Transformer is in recharge they are almost always completely still. Even in the throes of dreams and nightmares their frame remains almost entirely immobile, flat on their back, servos to their sides. Humans, meanwhile, sleep so recklessly. Heads cocked, limbs sprawled, hands and feet hanging off the edge of their tiny beds. Floppy and limp-limbed, sometimes they move, adjust, or even talk while in the depths of their little organic recharge.
Bots like Optimus, Bumblebee, Arcee, they've been around humans for long enough that it no longer fazes them. Sure, it's odd. But they just chalk it up to another weird thing that humans do that can't completely be rationalized. Autobots and Decepticons who don't get as much contact with humans however, find it vaguely creepy.
Ultra Magnus telling you multiple times to speak up before realizing with a shudder that you've been recharging the entire time, yet somehow holding a mostly-cognizant conversation.
Thundercracker always keeping a hand around you when you want to cuddle because he's paranoid you're going to roll off his berth in your sleep and SPLAT! onto the floor.
Swerve finding the idea of 'sleep-walking' silly until he finds you standing in the dark hallway facing the wall and muttering to yourself. He screams so loud he wakes up half the Lost Light crew.
Soundwave shifting uncomfortably when he can feel you rolling around and readjusting yourself in his cassette bay, soft little hands and feet pressing up against the interior walls.
Meanwhile humans are always telling them how unsettling it is that they sleep so still! Comparisons to zombies, vampires, corpses, they go right over the bots heads. Why do humans think it's weird when they're always moving around like possessed little puppets in their recharge?!?
MTMTE Swerve/Human Reader, 2000 words, GN Reader, Valveplug, Oral, Begging
I finally stopped procrastinating on this and I'm so glad I did cause I really enjoy it. Here's Swerve getting his spike sucked AND his valve ate as a treat.
Primus, you were going to kill him. Or break up with him, which would pretty much accomplish the same thing cause Swerve didn't really know how he would live without you.
Either way, he was dead. And he had no one to blame but himself.
The evening had been going so well. You'd always insisted how much you enjoyed watching him work, and he was more than happy to have you sitting at the edge of the bar, dangling your feet off the side and chatting with whatever bot occupied the nearest barstool as he flitted around taking orders and refilling drinks. Whenever he'd brush past you'd hit him with that brilliant smile, the one that made him go all weak in the processor and wobbly in the knee joints, before playfully waving him off, insisting he gets back to work.
Was it incredibly distracting? Yes.
Had he broken several glasses while admiring you? Also yes.
Would he ever want you to stop? Not in a billion cycles.
But tonight had been particularly busy, and maybe Swerve hadn't been able to give you quite as much attention between orders as he usually had. A concept that had completely slipped his mind until the moment Whirl raised a single claw and pointed you out across the bar.
"Don't look now, Chatterbot. But I think Fizzle over there's making a move on your fleshy!"
Spinning on his heel, there was a tight clench in Swerve's tanks when his optics landed on you. Fizzle stood, drink in servo and elbow strut propped on the bar, leaning more than a little bit too close into your personal space. Every time you seemed to shuffle back he moved closer, and though Swerve wasn't the best at reading lips he could tell by the furrow for your brow and crinkle of your nose that you were not enjoying the conversation at hand. He tossed the tray he was holding onto Whirl's table and ducked through the crowd, dodging flailing elbows of dancing patrons as he hurried back to your side.
As he neared, the drone of chatter and thumping music gave away enough that he could finally begin to pick up snippets of your conversation.
"I mean, everybody's curious!" Fizzle slurred, identifiably sloshed just by the way he spoke. "Just cause you don't hear bots talking about it doesn't mean we're not all thinking it."
"Look, dude, I'm not really comfortable with you asking about-"
"So how's it work, huh? Barely the size of a mini-con and you can still get spiked down by one of us? Swerve's kinda puny, yeah, but he's like twice your size! Got a real greedy little valve, don't y-HGGK!?!"
The next thing Swerve knew, Fizzle was laid out flat on his back at the edge of the dance floor. It took the sudden, hushed stares of the surrounding patrons and the sting of his knuckles before Swerve realized that the one who had punched the words out of Fizzle's slimy, inconsiderate intake was him.
"Swerve!"
Oh Primus. You did not sound happy.
"I was- he'd just-" He stammered, making aborted hand gestures in between you and himself and the 'not unconscious but fairly woozy' Fizzle. "I don't, uh, he uh, really shouldn't be talking like that."
You hopped down from the bar and stalked over to him, gripping the edge of his forearm plating with an unexpected force and tugging him in the direction of the storeroom. He could have resisted you, if he wanted to. But he let himself be led away instead, pedes scuffing and dermas trembling as you tugged him along. The rolling din of the bar began to pick up again as you moved away, and Swerve could swear he heard Whirl yell something sarcastically supportive over the rumble of the crowd. A sound that was quickly cut off with the resounding metal slam of the storage room door.
“Um… H-Hi, sweetspark. Angel. Light of my life.”
“Get down here.” You snapped your fingers, pointing to the ground. Swerve slowly took a knee.
“Look, about Fizzle. I’m sorry, okay! I know I shouldn’t have hit him like that, I just couldn’t let- MMPFH?!~”
But before he could finish his desperate apology your lips were meeting his own, fingertips gripping and caressing the sides of his helm and brushing a ticklish trail along his armor. Your tongue lathed across the seam of his dermas and he couldn't help but open his intake to you, servo falling instinctively into the curve of your spine as you deepened the kiss. He let out a low, needy rumble of his engine when you began to pull away and you chuckled.
“Whu… Whuh?” He managed to force out, his processor still halfway caught between the realization that you weren't actually mad at him.
“I can't believe you actually punched him. In the face. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”
“So you're not- mmfh,~” His train of thought was only slightly interrupted by you pressing another wet kiss to his dermas. “Not mad?”
“Why would I be mad? He deserved it. Plus, I got to see my big, strong bot standing up for my honor.~”
“Ohhhh, thank Primus.” Swerve slumped his helm into the crook of your neck and let out a relieved groan, half from his own emotions and half from the pleasant tickle of your little fingers toying with the exposed cabling just beneath his helm. You had put a foot up on the bend of his thigh in order to reach him properly, and his servo gave your butt a soft squeeze when it came up to support you. “Thought you were gonna tear into me back here, to be honest.”
“Aww, did I worry you?” You pressed another fluttering kiss to the curve of his jaw. “And here I was thinking I should be giving you a reward instead.” He shivered as your lips traced just below his audial. A familiar clang and a muffled curse reverberated from Swerve, the unmistakable sounds of his spike pressurizing behind its panels. “That sounds like a yes?”
“Hoo yeah. Absolutely. Yes please. Whatever you want, sweetspark.”
“Wanna say yes a few more times?” You joked, sliding from his grasp and sinking slowly to your knees in front of Swerve’s modesty panel. As your fingers traced over his Autobrand the panels snapped back with a snikt and his chubby spike pressurized eagerly into your hands.
“Do you need me to?” He babbled through a wobbly grin. “Cause I will! I'll say whatever you want me to say if it'll keep your hands on me.”
“...Y’know what? Yeah. I like that. Keep talking for me, baby.”
“Y-Yeah? I can talk all da-AaAaaAayy!?” His words choked off into a glitchy, garbled mess as you teased the underside of his head with the tips of your fingers. “Oh, oh! Mmmhmm, ahh! That’s se-sensitive…”
“I know, baby.” You cooed. Your fingers traced the biolights up the length of his spike before smearing the bead of transfluid at the tip wetly across the head. Swerve’s panels rattled as he shuddered, digits clawing absentmindedly at the door he was braced against to keep his hands from gripping his own spike. “That’s what makes it good though, isn’t it?”
“Mmh! So mean,” A low curl of steam hissed between his dentae.
“You love it.~”
“M-Maybe… Hngh!~” He gasped as you pinched the head between two fingers. “Ah! Ah! O-Okay, I do! I like it! Please, just- Ohhhh…~” He trailed off into another garbled mess as your lips wrapped around the tip, teasing the slit with your tongue. You took as much of his spike into your mouth as you could, stroking the rest in a tight fist as you swallowed around the solid, unrelenting obtrusion. The sharp metallic screech of his fingers gripping the door was only drowned out by his whines and gasps, staticky glitches increasing which each bob of your head. Drool and pre-fluid trickled from the corners of your mouth and down his length, further slicking your hand. When you pulled away with a wet, shaky breath, Swerve thought his spark was going to pop out of his chassis right then and there, valve cycling desperately around nothing as you pressed a slick kiss to the underside of his spike head with a barely audible moan.
“Swerve.” You murmured, your eyes hooded and glossy, your lips still grazing his spike.
“Yes?” He responded, twice as desperate and equally as enamored.
“Spread your legs for me. Push your hips out a little more.”
He let out a low, whimpering groan, widening his stance and pushing his hips out from against the wall. You ducked your head further, keeping a tight hand around his spike as you dragged your tongue up the length of his valve.
“Ohh!~ Oh, oh that’s- ahhhh, ah, ah!~” Swerve did his best to fight the urge to wriggle, stabilizers shivering with need as you buried your mouth in his plush folds. Each time your nose bumped against his anterior node he let out a hiccuping gasp, transfluid dribbling from both his tip and his valve as his calipers cycled around your intruding tongue. “It's so soooft, y-your mouth, I can’t- MMH!~ Oh, oh, please I- please make me…”
“You wanna cum?” You murmured, lips still pressed to his valve as you furiously stroked his spike, the rhythmic shlick shlick shlick almost drowned out by Swerve’s whirring fans and desperate whines.
“Yes, yes yes please! P-please, I want it, I want- AHHH!~” His vocalizer pitched up into a staticky howl as you took his node between your lips and sucked, hard. He glitched and wailed, helm thunking back against the door as his spike pulsed again and again in your grip, thick waves of transfluid shooting over your head and splattering against the store room floor. His valve clenched rhythmically, more translucent, pinkish fluid spilling down your chin and neck in kind. Only when he stopped shivering beneath you and fell limply back against the door did you draw away, fighting the prideful smile that tried to crawl across your face at Swerve’s ragged venting and still-flickering visor. You rested your cheek against his plated thigh, stroking the other with the hand no longer cradling his flagging spike. His helm lolled forward a bit, clarity beginning to blink back into his optics as he gazed down at you. Suddenly he let out a sharp gasp, one servo flying to cup the back of your head, digits splayed and feeling around frantically. Then he let out a soft, relieved sigh, the desperate groping of his servo slowing into something absent-minded and soothing.
“Whew. I didn't get any in your hair.” A quiet chuckle slipped through his dermas as he twiddled a bit of your hair between two digits.
“Got it a few other places though. Not that I'm complaining.” You made a show of wiping your fingers across your chin before drawing them into your mouth and lapping them free of his fluids. He shivered, a delicate blue glow rising to his face plate, split wide in a crooked smile.
“C-careful now, or you might get me all charged up again. Then we’ll be here all night.”
“You’re saying that like you think it'd be a bad thing.” You teased.
“It wouldn't, if I didn't have to get back to work soon…” Swerve trailed off, that gentle glow beginning to rise into a furious blush. “How, uh… How much of that do you think they could hear?”
Beyond the door you could just barely make out a congratulatory cheer in a voice that sounded just a little bit too close to Whirl’s. His celebration seemed to be working up the crowd, and soon a resounding cacophony was echoing through the storeroom door. Swerve’s free servo flew up to cover his face plate, helm clanking back against the door as he let out a humiliated groan.
⛧touchstarved!shadow who could hardly last a few minutes the first time you had sex. it truly may have been that he was a virgin, but whatever reason fact, he stood no chance against the feel of your body on his
⛧touchstarved!shadow who still has to grit his teeth, eyes shutting tightly and breathing heavy against your skin, whenever he bottoms out, nestled deep inside you, to fight the urge to cum right then and there. there was no explaining how good you felt around him, your soft walls sucking him in with sweet promises of fulfillment. there was no stopping the throbs that made his length twitch but he almost died trying
⛧touchstarved!shadow is like a moth to a flame. every bit of composure that makes his posture rigid is dissolving under the temptation of you, flaring his lust so extremely that he borders on sensitivity from your kiss alone. but no matter how much you sear into him, reducing him to mere instincts as he chases his addiction, he can’t resist, can’t stop. he’ll go round after round until you’re pleading for a break or his exhaustion gets the best of him (more than once he’s considered removing his inhibitors)
⛧touchstarved!shadow who loves to go down on you, face shoved between your legs while he devours you entirely, too starved for the taste of you. the passion does not end without you cumming on his tongue as least once, it’s a nonnegotiable rule. you’ve had the pleasure of seeing his skill and technique improve with how often he spread your legs open on his muzzle. where, before, he was slow and curious he was now eager and thorough, lapping at your arousal with fervor
⛧touchstarved!shadow who is weak to your touch on his ears and can’t help but bite down on you whenever you tug on them. never before did he think they would be so sensitive, but never before did anyone actually touch them. the discovery came accidentally when you were stroking his head and your hand wandered a little too far in your distraction. it was a tickle at first, making his ear flick, but then you were massaging the base—lured in by its softness—and his body tensed, tearing him from the relaxed state he’d fallen into and tossing him into the hands of interest. he hadn’t said anything, choosing to remain silent under your hand to preserve your peace, but a flush had settled across his face and he nuzzled further into you as need sank its teeth into the pit of his stomach
⛧touchstarved!shadow who experienced your love for the first time and could never get enough, even months—years—later. he seeks you out constantly, always pulled in by one thing or another, and though he’s much more capable of holding himself together in front of you he still is highly affected by the feel of your skin. By the way you hug him close. Even by the way you hold his hand, where, in his darkest states, he imagines it wrapped around his shaft moving so seductively
⛧touchstarved!shadow yearns for your presence and your warmth so his favorite position is missionary where he can hold you close and hear your symphony of praise directly into his ear. he moves differently in each round, but never fails to start and finish oh so softly; pace slow, deep, and sensual as he reminds you that he loves more than his heart can ever contain
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