#darkbing

[iamvegorott]

Ummm if your requests are still open then how about some protective Dark x Bing? Like... maybe a confused and jealous Google trying to figure out how in the world Dark could ever love a default?

“Come in,” Dark called when the door to his office was knocked on. 

“It’s Google,” Google announced as he walked in, clipboard and pen in hand. “I needed to ask you some questions for the account.” 

“Let’s try to make this quick, I have plans with Bing soon,” Dark stated as he closed his laptop. 

“Are you still indulging in that?” Google asked with a scoff. “I’d thought you’d have your fill of that by now.” 

“And what do you mean by that?” The harsh tone in Dark’s voice got Google to look away from his clipboard and at him. 

“I’ll be honest in saying that my assumption was that you’d be more interested in a temporary fling with Bing than drag it out for what has been months now,” Google said as a matter of fact. 

“What makes you think I wanted what we are to be a simple fling?” Dark titled his head a little.

“It’s Bing,” Google said flatly. “He’s an annoying child that only knows how to skateboard and be in the way. He’s barely of any help in missions or paperwork as well and is just a general nuisance.” 

“Google.” Dark slowly stood up. “I’m going to give you one chance to change your attitude or to shut your mouth.” Dark placed his hands, palms down, on the desk and leaned forward. “What Bing and I are is non of your concern, it shouldn’t be in your thoughts nor should insults be coming from your mouth in mine or anyone’s presence. Understood?” 

“The only thing I don’t understand is what you could see in a default like that.” Google bit his tongue and Dark straightened up when they heard someone clear their throat. 

“I’m sorry...the-uh-the door was open so I thought it was okay for me to come in,” Bing said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. “I’ll...I’ll go get out of the way.” 

“Bing, wait,” Dark said and walked around his desk, going up to Bing and placing his hands on his face, seeing the hurt in his bright orange eyes. “Here.” Dark gave Bing a kiss, hands slowly moving down to his hips to pull him in closer, pressing them together. Dark quickly amped up the kiss, even more, using his tongue to part Bing’s lips and squeezing Bing’s hips in a way that made him gasp. Bing’s hands were on Dark’s chest, using them to keep him up as he was kissed to the point of forgetting how to breathe. Dark ended the kiss and got a good look at Bing. Mouth partly open as he panted, cheeks flushed a bright pink and pupils so wide that most of the orange was hidden. 

“D-Dark~” Bing whined in a voice that Dark knew very well. Dark grinned and turned his head towards Google, the slight tint of red on his own face telling Dark he got the full show. 

“I hope you can see now, Google.” Dark slipped his hands under the bottom of Bing’s shirt, lifting it up just enough to give the implication of what he wants to do. “Be sure to close the door on your way out.” 

Google didn’t say anything and rushed out of the room in sheer embarrassment, almost slamming the door shut as he ran away from something he really didn’t want to hear more of. 

[iamfruitie]

Not very popular ship but what's your opinion on Bing x Dark?

I don’t remember if I’ve written them before, but I have read other people writing them before and I think it’s one of those ships I can easily jump on

I’m a big fan of opposites attract. I mean, Danti, Darkstache, and Bingle are big examples. Bimgar also has the city boy vs farm boy and etc. Bing and Dark would have the opposite attract as well but it’s different than with Anti/Wilford and Google. 

Also, suited-up Dark fucking dude-bro Bing? Yes, please! XD

[tiredeldritchhorror]

So there’s a fic called Dance w Me and it’s DarkBing and it made my lil heart SING

The lyrics are from the song: Do You Love Me Too by Tessa Violet

here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14630670

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[lostcybertronian]

27 & DarkWeb?

Bing is afraid of storms. He can’t survive rain, can’t survive a lightning strike. Not like the Googles can.

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Prompt 27: “What? You afraid of thunder or something?”

    It was pouring outside. Raindrops battered the windows, so loud they seemed to drown out everything else.

    But it was only rain. Bing could handle rain. As long as he didn’t go out in it, he’d be fine.

    Thunder and lightning, however, were completely different.

    As soon as the first lightning strike lit the sky up white, he was diving for cover, mind racing with all the things that could happen.

    Like if lightning struck the facility, causing a power surge. What if he was charging when that happened?

    Someone like Google would survive that, with his high-tech equipment and parts. Someone like Bing wouldn’t.

    Not to mention if he got struck by lightning directly.

    That wouldn’t happen, though. Not as long as he didn’t go outside. That’s what he told himself, at least.

    Still, the thoughts of lightning and the loud, booming thunder and power surges that would fry his circuits drove him away from his charging station, every single time.

    They did even now, as the red low battery icon flickered at the edge of his vision. Even as his speech and movements began to slow and his vision began to fizz out, he didn’t dare so much as look at it. He couldn’t.

    Every flash of white sent his gaze flying to the window. Every rumble of thunder brought with it hot sparks of fear.

    He wasn’t sure when Dark showed up. Whether he was at 18% or 8%. He’d long ago stopped paying attention to anything but the fuzzy static in his head and the wild hammering of rain against the roof and the searing panic in his core.

    “Bing?” Dark’s voice sounded distorted. “I need you to assist me with- oh my. Are you alright?”

    There were cold hands on his shoulders then, shaking him. All Bing could manage in response was a groan that sounded like a dying toy.

    “Ah,” Dark said, and he gripped Bing tightly, began to drag him toward his charging station, “low battery. Let’s get you hooked up, shall we?”

    “NooOOoo …” Bing struggled, coming back to consciousness as fresh, pounding fear filled him. “PoWWWww-er sur-rge. Li-i-iGGGHH-ghhtning.”

    “Don’t be ridiculous,” Dark scoffed. “There hasn’t been a power surge. You’re fine.”

    Another crack of thunder that seemed to shake the facility. Bing flinched.

    A moment of silence. Then, “Bing? Are you afraid of storms?”

    No. He wanted to say. No. I’m afraid of power surges that will fry me while I sleep. I’m afraid of my core exploding out of my chest.

    But he couldn’t.

    Dark gave a sigh. “Do you have any other way to charge?”

    Slowly, Bing managed to shake his head. He had no other way to charge besides his charging station. The Googles all had mobile chargers, but they had never given him one.

    Another sigh. Like this half-conversation was tedious. Like it was a waste of his time. Still, Dark didn’t leave.

    Instead, he bent and, with a grunt, picked Bing up, cradling him against his chest. “Come along.”

    That was the last thing Bing heard, because then his battery died and he passed out, his head lolling against Dark’s shoulder.

—

    Bing came online in a strangely familiar bed. The first thing he noticed was that he was hooked to a charger.

    And it was still raining. And thundering.

    He moved to sit up, to unhook himself from the charger before something terrible happened, but then there was a hand grabbing his arm, pulling him back down.

    There was also a face, mere centimeters away from his.

    Dark squinted and frowned against the light cast by Bing’s orange pupils. His voice was low and half-asleep when he spoke. “I see you are awake.”

    He shifted, propped himself up on one elbow against the pillows, cut Bing off right as he opened his mouth. “I was very disappointed in the Googles for not supplying you with a mobile charger. You have one now. Don’t lose it, because I won’t be getting you another one.”

    A mobile charger. Small and efficient. Not like the clunky, stationary one he had. It wouldn’t surge. Wouldn’t kill him if he needed to charge during a storm.

    Bing looked away. He couldn’t help but tear up.

    A hand cupped his cheek, tilted his head, forcing him to make eye contact with Dark.

    “You will not let your battery die again. Do you understand?” He asked slowly. “And you will come to me during storms.”

    “Why do you care so much?” Maybe it was the fading echoes of fear in his systems that made him ask. Maybe it was because he actually felt safe here, in Dark’s bed. In his arms.

    Maybe it was because the Googles had never cared. Nor had anyone else.

    Something flickered in Dark’s eyes. Something that Bing couldn’t quite decipher.

    The entity pressed ice-cold lips to Bing’s forehead. “Because you are mine. And I take care of what is mine.”

    There was another flash of lightning, lighting up the bedroom. Another peal of thunder.

    But this time, Bing didn’t flinch.

[iamfruitie]

Written by @lunaraven0

Being fucked up against the wall wasn’t the worst punishment Bing had ever had.

Being fucked up against the wall by Dark was certainly kind of terrifying though if that’s was what was going to happen. Dark could just as easily tear him to very tiny shreds instead. On the assumption that he was going to live, the fact that being fucked by Dark was slightly terrifying didn’t make Bing want it to not happen. In fact, he could feel his face heating up already.

All he’d done was offhandedly question if Dark really did have twenty different college degrees. Dark must have been having an off day because he immediately stood and cornered Bing, practically growling. Everyone else sensibly left, guessing what was probably going to happen.

“Do you really think you have the authority to question my experience?”

“No, but I do know you bullshit your way through stuff a lot, so-” A tendril of Dark’s aura snaked over Bing’s mouth, clamping it shut.

“Shut up. I need you to listen to me, and you can’t listen to me if you’re constantly talking back.”

Dark’s voice was deep in Bing’s ear, and any sarcastic retorts he had died in an instant.

“I have experience in many fields, Bing, including ones that are not taught in any school. I probably even know a few that you don’t. You should respect that.” Two more tendrils wrapped around Bing’s wrists, pinning his hands to the wall. “I think you need to be taught a lesson on how. Don’t you?”

The tendril around his mouth disappeared. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Very good.” Dark then started kissing him, deep and slow, drawing each one out as long as possible. More tendrils wrapped around his body, holding every part of him in the way Dark wanted it. They were cold against his skin, like Dark’s hands at his waistband, starting to undo the button.

Then he paused, looking Bing in the eye, quietly asking. Bing nodded, then whined as Dark started stroking him. “You see Bing, usually respect is something that must be earned. But here, it’s different.” Bing tried to move, buck his hips, anything to get more, but the tendrils just held tighter. “Here, respect is something you must give to stay relevant.” Dark then stopped, moving his hand to Bing’s chin. “You want to stay relevant, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then you must give me respect at all times.”

“Y-yes, sir. I un-understand, sir.”

“Very good.” Dark then kissed him again, and suddenly they were in Dark’s room. Dark pulled Bing to the bed, quickly pushing him down and straddling him. “Maybe I’ll be forgiving.”

A few tendrils entered him then, making him bite back a whine, slowly starting to stretch him out as Dark started carefully removing his clothes. It was hardly anything, and it just made his need rise.

Bing’s clothing was removed with far less care. He swore he heard something rip.

~

I don’t know how good this is, and I doubt I’ll ever finish it. So, *shrug*

Fruitie Comment: 

I remember reading this on Darkwarf’s Discord and I remember loving it then and I still love it now! If you ever fo finish it, let me know! I don’t see this pairing often and it seems intriguing. 

[lostcybertronian]

Hey the kiss meme number 7 Dark web

Title: Take a Break

It wasn’t the pain that woke him, though it was certainly present; crawling up his back and neck and coming to settle behind his eyes. Nor was it the feel of the hard, uncomfortable wood of his desk pressing into his cheek, or the bitter smell of fresh coffee hitting his nose.

It was the hands- warm, gentle- that prodded at him, the voice that whispered his name.

“Dark? Dude? You awake?”

Dark shifted, groaned as sharp bolts of pain shot up his back. “I am now. What is it you need, Bing?”

“I, uh, thought you’d want some coffee.”

Another groan, softer this time, as Dark realized that he couldn’t move. “What time is it?”

“It’s five oh one am,” came the response.

“Help me sit up.”

“Oh, uh, okay.” Bing carefully gripped him by the shoulders, lifted him into a sitting position, apologizing profusely when Dark barely managed to bite back a cry of pain. “Maybe you should take a break, dude, come to bed. You look like shit.”

“Thank you for that valuable insight, Bing, but I have work to do.” Dark worked his fingers, tried to ease the pins and needles out of them. His body did not want to cooperate with him. He felt like death.

Not too far off from the truth, really.

Bing frowned. “I worry aboutcha, dude. Working all the time can’t be good for ya.”

“Bing, really, I-” Dark started to tell him off, because he was fine, really, and thank you for the coffee but you can go now, but Bing cut him off with a soft kiss.

“Please?” He asked quietly, “please come to bed.”

Dark sighed, ran a shaky hand through his hair. He had work to do. But …

He glanced at his paperwork, waiting in a neatly organized stack. Then he glanced at Bing. “Fine.”

Bing’s smile lit up the dark room.

—

He helped Dark change out of his suit, into an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and then they collapsed together in bed; Bing hooked up to a mobile charger, Dark curled in his arms.

“Thank you, Bing,” he said softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over them.

He heard a chuckle, felt a kiss pressed tenderly to the back of his neck. “No problem, dude.”

[inkbats-writing]

Hey so I’v decided to start taking prompts for the following ships: Antistein, Dapperantistein, Kingdarkstache, King of the bing, DarkBing, kingdark, and Binghost. So if you want to send me something with one of those ships by all means I'm down. It might take me a bit to write though.

[lostcybertronian]

Could we see a darkweb fic where they get found out by like Wilford or another Iplier ego?

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“What do you need Bing?” Dark sounded mildly annoyed as the android stumbled into his office, but it faded when he glanced up from his work and saw the thick tears running down Bing’s face. “What’s the matter?”

    Bing managed to open his mouth against the throbbing pain in his jaw but all that came out was a distorted, static-laced “Google.”

    “Did he hurt you?” Dark stood from his desk, his aura flaring and his form flickering as he disappeared and reappeared immediately in front of Bing.

    He barely suppressed a flinch as Dark’s hands flew to his face, prodding at his overheated, synthetic skin with ice-cold fingers. He hoped that the entity wouldn’t notice, but he could tell by the way Dark paused in his examination, just over the spot where Google had struck him, that he did.

    “Would you like me to punish him?” Dark’s voice was oddly gentle.

    He didn’t want anyone to be punished. Except perhaps himself. But he knew that was the wrong answer to give, so Bing averted his eyes to the floor, wincing as the loud whirring of his core filled the stillness of the office.

     “Pet.” Two fingers under his chin, tilting his head up, forcing him to make eye contact. Dark’s eyes held little expression. “Would you like me to punish him for you?”

    “No,” he whispered.

    Dark sighed, “as you wish.”

    He leaned over, kissed him, cupped his face and stroked away tears with his thumb. “If he hurts you again, you-”

    “Dark?” A voice exclaimed from the doorway.

    Dark withdrew from Bing quickly, turning to see Wilford and the Host, both of whom had crammed themselves into the doorway. The Host had one hand on Wilford’s arm like he’d been trying to stop him from entering. Despite this, he was smirking.

    Wilford swore viciously, “lost the bet.”

    “The Host demands his twenty dollars.” The Host’s smirk turned to a grin.

    Dark rubbed his forehead with one hand. “You two were making bets?”

    “The Host informs Dark that it was not just Wilford and the Host who formed a betting pool. Most of the Egos are participating.”

    Bing laughed while Dark sighed. “Both of you, get out.”