OOOOUHHHH GIRLLLL DON’T PLAYYY… This Is MY Typa Shit.

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.

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!

fiddleford + fem!reader dry humping drabble for dinner.... I'm a starving worm starving to death and this is my very last wish

👁️....

i’m too tired to actually write something good but… imagine how squirmy he would be. A make out session distracting him from his mechanics turning into something more. Fully clothed or not he’d still be bucking up into you desperately whining. Imagine him creaming his pants over it too? Mmph, nerds.

“your acoustic” your unoriginal and cringe. if your gonna be ableist towards me get creative

"ur so acoustic" u will not be able to hear acoustic when i am through with u.

just got a stanley pines request i’m absolutely overjoyed, you people don’t understand how much I love that man.

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

YOURE BACK OH MY GODDD I GOT TOLD BY SOMEONE ELSE YOU DEACTIVATED AND I CRIED DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN POOKS 😭😭😭😭

OMG PUFFYMUNCHER OMG STOP NOOO IM SO SORRYY IM GLAD TO BE BACK I MISSED YOUU

Requesting an nsfw version of the fluff with vox ask from earlier! Reader just soft-domming and taking care of all his needs <3 (fem reader pref)

a/n — oh my god i really like this idea so i hope i did it justice, i’m kinda worried it’s out of character so you’ll probably see few little edits here and there.

He appeared at your door more disheveled looking than usual. He stood with his hat crooked and his bow-tie undone in the entrance, waiting to be let in.

“Is everything ok, Vox? You look a little—“ 

“I’m well aware of how I look, yeah. How long will it take for you to kiss me, already?” His attempt to be confident was in vain, he looked down at his feet while he said it, straightening out his suit jacket and frowning.

You didn’t lean in yet, “Did something happen at work?” You knew very well what happened; the usual, the stress of being a CEO of a company had finally caught up to him after a long week. 

Not to mention whatever Val and Velvette had going on because you doubt it was pleasant to deal with.

“Look, I haven’t got all day—” He started before you shut him up with a kiss because you clearly weren’t going to get him to open up. His hands fell on the sides of your arms as your hands rested on his chest.

It didn’t take long to get back into the usual routine. Kissing turned into making out, making out turned into palming his dick through and pushing him onto the bed.

He scowled, probably thinking about his suit and how you just wrinkled it with your forceful movements. But there was something else there, like he didn’t want to be treated rough.

You picked up on it and straddled his lap before kissing again, this time more tender. Surprisingly he found himself sinking into your lips and gasping softly when your fingers grazed over his pants zipper.

Slowly you pulled his dick out. Soon his other clothes came off too, and this time you were careful not to wrinkle them too much. 

Vox found the next couple minutes to be strange because it was almost foreign how you were handling him.

Your strokes were gentle and thought out, not too fast and just slow enough to ease him into the mattress.

He didn’t even complain or try to take the power back, he was far too tired. Instead he just whined and shut his eyes, “Inside, inside plea—szz—se.” 

You temporarily removed your hand from Vox’s cock to position yourself above him, “Of course baby, you deserve it after the day you’ve had.”

He looked up at you and moaned quietly, confirming your suspicions. When you sank down on him he whimpered and bucked his hips ever so slightly.

He looked at you, half expecting some string of degrading words thrown at him. Instead you shushed him and took both of his hands in yours, starting to rock your hips back and forth.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” you say, earning a low moan from him as you kiss his hands.

“Stop—zzz—stop it,” Vox pleaded looking away from you. He didn’t know what to do with all the praise, but at the same time he desperately craved it from you.

“Why, sweetie? Don’t you think you deserve it?” you inquire, humping his cock slightly faster and leaning over too kiss up his body.

“N—no, no I—sskk—“ he buffers and whimpers when he feels your soft lips on his chest.

“So pretty for me,” you say, moving up towards his neck, “so pretty and good.” 

He whimpers uselessly under the praise and makes a pathetic chocked noise when you bite down on the upper part of his shoulders.

“‘m not— bzz— ‘m not those th—hh—things,” he complained, whined slightly as you sought to suck on the bruises you left.

“Who told you that, baby? Because i’m looking at you right now and I think you’re the prettiest—“ you move to his upper neck and briefly bite down, “smartest, most amazing, person i’ve ever met.” 

He whimpers and throws his head back, the praise did something to him. It contrasted so much with his normal bratty tone it made him wonder what prompted this.

He anxiously awaited more of your words, feeling his cock heat up in your pussy. He didn’t want to cum this early though, however your genuine words were making it hard.

You planted a kiss on the bottom of his screen and rocked your pussy down on his cock.

“Vox, baby, look at you. So impressive, so talented,” you dragged on, earning a glitched out moan from Vox.

“ohgodohgodoh—zzz—“ he whined pathetically, needing more praise.

As he felt his climax build up, his hands shot to the sides of his screen like they normally do, but this time you caught them.

You kiss all the way up his arm before pinning both of them down on the bed gently, but firmly. His legs shook from you, trying desperately to hold back his release.

“mommy— mo—tsk tsk—mommy, please,” his feet kicked out and he pathetically whined loudly for you, your touch, your words, anything.

You shush him and release one of his hands to caress his screen, “You want mommy to take care of you, baby?”

He nodded frantically. You smiled, you hadn’t even asked him to call you ‘mommy’ tonight, he simply did it. He must have really needed approval.

“My perfect boy,” you speed up on his cock, “My beautiful, amazing, good boy.”

He whimpered and arched his back up to you, squirming uselessly. 

“You’re so amazing, so good for me,” You coo down at him, humping his dick slightly harder now, “Mommy’s so proud of you. I’m so proud of you, Vox.”

He moaned and threw his head back in the pillows, releasing all sorts of pathetic noises, whimpers and sobs. He was so close to fucking short circuiting under all of your validation.

Despite you being able to hear his moans and glitches, his face was only there every other second, other wise it was a screen that read ‘error.’

He squirmed beneath you, bucked his hips up, chasing his orgasm, and finally, came. 

He gazed up at you with tired eyes. You recognized that he was checked out for the night, and got off of him.

You kiss him on the top of his screen, “i’ll take care of everything, sweetie, just close your eyes.” 

And he did, under your touch, he went to bed finally feeling appreciated.

a/n — so what’s funny is i got a soft aftercare with Vox request so i’ll be doing that after this

college is a war that i am LOSING

"my baby, my baby" except its me to my bed full of stuffed animals after a long hard day of war (classes)

need to write inside job fics, so incredibly tired…. LEAVE ME REQUESTS TO WAKE UP TO PLEASEEE!!!