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brianfromgamilyfuy · 4 days ago

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Could I get some headcanons for the eddsworld boys with a submissive s/o (gender neutral pronouns plz) who's into petplay and the boys reactions to their s/o telling them about their kink for the first time

Rubbing my palms with malicious intent as I'm writing thissss, it's been a while since I've written anything saucy and I'm ready to serve!! May or may not be indulging in some hidden fantasies of mine that I just can't wait to exploit!! (＾་།＾) It's about time since I popped this blogs NSFW request cherry~

Warnings: NSFW ASK!! THIS IS SOME NASTY STUFF!! ALL WILL BE UNDER READ MORE!! Petplay, Nasty Talk To Give It A Layer Of Spice, Specific Roles Mentioned For Each One, Degrading + Rough Stuff For Tord's Area, Use Of They/Them and You/Your/Yours/Etc. Gender: Gender Neutral

Edd

"Y-You're what..?!"

Surprisingly, albeit extremely flustered upon request, Edd was someone who was instantly into the idea when you first brought it up to him.

Now, he's not as much as an undercover pervert as you'd think; it was just easy to get into the mindset since he already compliments your features, somehow always being catlike. Whether it's from your eyes, the way you bonked your head on him for attention, or the way you'd stretch, how your rear swayed as your walk...

Of course, he'd never point it out!! But that didn't stop the gears in his partners head from turning...

So it's no wonder he adjusted so quickly, and saw you as his pretty kitty~

Of course, he'd sheepishly try to accommodate to your desires, doing some...research, as well as getting things to help with keeping the idea in mind; you'll never forget the shy, flushed look on his face after wordlessly showing you how he got you a beautiful green collar, with a small "Edd's Kitten" engraved on the silver tag.

But to say he was into it was a huge understatement.

Any time he knew that his partner was in that certain mood, he'd come back home after grabbing something quick at the store and just embrace them, a breathless "There's my pretty kitty.." being whispered out. This was all the warning they needed before they're on their knees, looking up at Edd with those longing eyes as he'd gently get their collar in place around their neck.

It was those moments, really, where you'd see a different side to Edd. He was more primal, and took plenty risks in the means to treat you in the way you deserved. His rewards were always the best, punishments only feeling as if it were a rewards.

Even without fully registering it, the brunette would have a harder time with keeping his hands to himself in the moment; often running his fingers through your hair, letting his hand rub soothing circles from your shoulders to the small of your back, all while cooing his affections and praises for being such a good kitty for him, always willing to please.

Especially when he's got you sitting between his legs, hands on the back of your head while yours rest on his thighs as he gently guides your mouth to slobber and drool all over his shaft.

Is definitely someone who you wouldn't expect to become extremely bold when it mattered. It never fails to send butterflies fluttering to the stomach when his finger would hook under the collar before you could even react, getting up close and personal as he'd mutter the filthiest things for only the two of you to hear.

However, most of those big talks of a 'punishment' become long forgotten the longer you bounce on his cock, causing the poor guy to melt into a uncontrollable mess as his hands wander your body, leaving various marks you can fondly look back on from the amount of times he'd nibble into your shoulder or neck to hold back his noises.

"F-Fuuuck, so good..! S-Such a good kitten..MY precious kitty...! Hnghh, y-you're so perfect, love..!"

But he's not completely helpless...The moment your hips even stutter for a moment, Edd will quickly take the opportunity to push you back down into the cushions, gushing about how cute it was for you to try to take control; allowing you to wrap your arms and legs around him as you melt deeper and deeper into that sweet, little subby space that he loves to spoil you in.

....There was only one time, though, that this little kink between you two got out of hand. All because he made the mistake of calling out for Ringo when he couldn't find her on that one particular day that she was hiding while his other roommates were around.

How was he supposed to know that not only would she pop up around the corner, but you'd follow soon after when he lovingly called out "Hereeee, kitty kitty...Where's my sweet kitty at?"?

Which would have been something he would laugh at...if his companions weren't in the same room as the three of you during it. Which, of course, garnered mixed reactions; including hysterical laughter from the one in the red hoodie, furious yells of disgust and annoyance from the one in the blue hoodie, and straight up confusion of what was so crazy to cause a reaction like this from the one in the purple hoodie.

Matt

"Oh? Oh!! Oh.. Oh..."

It may or may not had taken a bit of educating to get Matt to fully understand the whole kink in itself. Sometimes, you'd think you finally gotten it through to him; which of course he'd be the cause of by nodding his head constantly as you explained it...before he'd hit you with a single "Ohhh...I don't get it."

However, once the lightbulb finally went off in his brain, the thought did get him a lot more flustered than he expected it to.

Though, he's nothing if he's not a showman; and when he gets into it, he can really commit to the role of being his partners owner.

So it's no wonder when the redhead went out of his way to dress his partner up! He may be consumed with his looks constantly, but that just means his little bunny's looks must be to the nines.

Even as a dom, he acts more like a spoiled prince, which works out well in your favor as he gets to order you around.

Some nights, Matt would have you laying across his lap, letting you fall back in the pillow placed kindly under your head while you cry out as his fingers skillfully toy with you. And if that night, he chooses to collar you up, he'll use the ring of it to yank your head back towards him so you can look him deep in the eyes when you finally cum, that smug grin on his face as he studies the way your face contorts in pleasure.

Other nights, he'll have you on your knees before him, using a leash if needed to drag you closer as he trains your throat to take every inch of his cock; cause good pets have to prove they're worthy to get on the bed.

"Ohh, look at you..! Aren't you such a good little bun-bun for me, hmm? Y-Yeahhh, fuck..-!, you're a-all mine..! My precious, s-sweet little bunny..."

Takes full advantage of having you play into the role; even going as far as limiting any talking for you, often telling you that you only get to nod or shake your head if he addresses you.

The one thing that will kick him down a few notches from this little persona he puts up is if you introduce wearing ears or plugs; especially plugs into your sessions.

It's not that Matt doesn't enjoy it, but more that he enjoys it a little too much.

And of course, those nights would usually follow through with bending you over any surface to get a better look at it as he pounds into you.

Another thing he'll enjoy doing is pampering you in front of one of his larger mirrors he owns, wanting you to look at yourself while he plays with you in so many ways...and maybe even also to not just look at you, but to also look at himself as he pushes you deeper into a more dazed state.

Okay, maybe he likes the way he looks when he's controlling you like this, but it's not his fault that you look so delicious, that it makes him look phenomenal as he brings you to the edge as well!

Tom

"Ah...Wait, WHAT?!"

Out of all the crew, Tom is definitely the one who takes a bit of time to really warm up to the idea of petplay.

Sure, he's not a prude, and he's willing to try things you might be interested in to see if he's into it as well for the experience, but there was just something that didn't feel all too right when thinking about treating his partner like a pet; especially in the bedroom.

Ironically, it didn't take him long when he finally started opening up to the idea of it, which was helped by you acting more and more like a needy puppy around him, starting off innocent as you'd play around with Tom more before it started getting more spicy.

Only when you were on his lap, grinding against his thigh did he make one (slightly annoyed) comment about it feeling like you were in heat before the dots connected, which made him turn around and change his previous opinion about petplay.

Before he even realizes it, Tom is already playing into the character, finding it cute how you'd always greet him when he'd come home on your hands and knees, rear swaying from side to side in excitement before you pounce on him. And, if you really butter him up into getting it, one of the most intimate moments the two of you can share would be when he finally puts your collar on; commanding you to sit and wait before slipping it on, never breaking eye contact with you as he does so.

Often times, he'll even forget about the whole petplay thing, going about his day and treating you like a normal pup; giving you pets and treats, letting you lay across his lap while he plays a couple songs on Susan...

The line was drawn, though, when he tried to teach you how to fetch him a bottle of Smirnoff, which you immediately caught on to what this was turning into before shutting it down (to his dismay).

Only when you'd start 'acting up' did things get more...interesting, which was when things started getting a lot more spicier.

Unlike some of the others, Tom is not afraid to discipline you when needed, choosing to tease you and edge you all the way till you're close to spilling, before releasing from you, not caring if you whine and whimper over it.

Not even your throat is safe if you act up more than usual; causing a proper throat fucking to take place in order to teach you a lesson.

"S-Shit..! That what you f-fucking get for, nghh..!, acting like a f-fucking brat..! Hahh..! What's wrong, puppy, h-huh? Can't talk back now, c-can ya..?!"

One thing you can rely on, though, without fail, is how sweet and affectionate Tom can be with you when he's especially tipsy.

He'll treat you like a sweet puppy but with even more love; gushing and cooing over you while you just lean into his affections, which cause him to melt even more over you.

If he's not already close to falling asleep yet from the liquor in his system, you'll have enough time to either sit between his legs or sit on his lap, his praises falling like a river as he calls you a good puppy for the way you moan and cling onto him as he steadily fucks his cock into you or dotes on you for sucking his cock just the way he likes it.

Tord

"Mm, is that so..? Faen, that's hot."

Out of all three of his comrades, Tord was the first one to immediately be on board with it the moment you brought it up.

Come to think about it, it was kind of almost like a double Spiderman moment, since he'd been thinking about bringing it up as more things to do in the bedroom.

....Was the idea maybe inspired by a few sources of his numerous hentai collection? Guilty!

Will definitely go all out the nine yards with you; finding the perfect collar and leash for you, the prettiest outfits for him to tear off of you, matching ears and plug/tail for you to wear, just to be prepared depending on the time of day.

And with Tord? It's more often than you'd expect.

He's flexible with any type of vibe you're feeling, but his favorite has to be when you're in puppy space, often finding it hard to be a lot more gentle than he usually (tries) to be.

Especially if you know he's had a difficult day; there are ways your mind works to help him find the outlet for his pent up frustrations.

Even when he's not irritated, he'll still manhandle you anywhere in the house when he can; finding it extremely hot knowing that he can just fold you wherever and whenever he wants, and you just have to take it like the good pup you are.

Is one of the most primal out of the others when it comes to you in your more submissive state, often pushing you on your hands and knees, a soft, larger pillow resting under your chest while he moves your ass up in the air to give the illusion of you presenting yourself to him. And he'll lose his fucking mind the moment you start swaying your hips, muttering curses in his mother tongue and talking down on you for being a little slut for enticing him in such a way.

"Hahh, fuck, Elsklingen Min...You look just like a needy little animal...Mm, begging to fucked and used over and over again...That's what my stupid mutt wants, huh..?

He gets a lot of usage out of the collar, often using it to pull you back into his hips while the leash is wrapped up tight around his hand, or yanking your head up to look at him from your place on your knees; his fingers gripping the back of your hair as well, dragging you so you can fit every single inch of his cock down your throat, or just pulling you in if you even try to pull away from him.

In all honesty, in a perfect world, he'd take you everywhere with him with the collar he got specifically for you clasped on the whole day. But of course, because the world isn't perfect, Tord just settles with a choker instead, since it pretty much has the same effect when he wants to drag you close to his face to either give you a kiss or to whisper just exactly what he's going to do when you two get back home in Nynorsk to you. Whether you understand him or not, it doesn't matter, because you'll always be shown what he was saying anyway later on.

Knows of eternity collars, but it's not exactly his style, since his mindset is "Why would I need to put something like that on my partner so they know that they belong to me?". Regardless, he'll always have his hands on you in public anyway; be it having you sit on his lap when he's having a conversation, also letting you lay your head on his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair, acknowledging your existence if you bump your head against his arm by rubbing circles into the small of your back.

Those aren't the only ways people would know that you belong to him. The amount of times you'd walk around the house with a slight limp, unaware of the dark marks littering your skin until you either get a good look in the mirror or have too many eyes on you.

Tord would swear on his life that he'd be gentler, honest! That he wouldn't bruise you up that much!

But all those promises would fly out the window the moment things get heated between you two, and you're too fucked stupid to even protest when he bites down on your shoulder a little too hard or smacks your ass so much until you're both left with that warm sting that lingers for the rest of the night.

It's just something that doesn't occur to you until it's all over, and he's helping you come back down from such intensity to bring you back into that soft, subby space with sweet kisses and gentle forms of cleaning you up; praising you for being such a good puppy for him, and even thanking you for letting him use you like this.

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 5 days ago

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keigo with dacryphilia but he feels really bad about making you cry..

make it all better. hawks / gn!reader. smut. dacryphilia. overstimulation.

keigo hates seeing you sad.

he can always sense when the day has dragged you down as soon as you set foot in the door. he’s an observant soul. even when you force a smile and brush off his worries, he knows—by the way you bite your lip, by your eyes skipping past his, by the angle your shoes skew at when you leave them at the door.

it pulls him down, too, seeing you upset. instantly, his goal becomes to cheer you up at whatever cost, whether that’s cracking a few jokes until you break a smile, listening to you talk, distracting you with dinner and a movie, or just holding you. and once he feels the tension knotted in your shoulders and spine ease, he knows it’s a job well done.

keigo hates seeing you sad.

but, oh, how he loves it when you cry.

seeing your eyes go glossy when he stuffs you to the brim with his cock, when he slides his fingers inside you alongside the thick stretch of his dick, when he doesn’t slow even for a moment as you cum for the third, the fourth, the fifth time in a row...it’s addicting. your helpless whimpers, your hiccups, your choked sobs, and the tears pouring down your cheeks only fan the flames of his arousal.

even after he cums inside of you, how can he stop, when you’re still sniffling so prettily? he has to go again, and again, and again, until you’re utterly spent, fuzzy and empty-headed and dripping his cum.

“oh, shhh, honey,” he coos with his arms around you, your legs hooked around his waist, as you start to weep from the exquisite burn of his fat cock splitting you open. “don’t cry, baby, it’s okay. i’ll make it all better.” but, for once, he’s a terrible liar—for every tear that pools on your lashes and slips down your face, his thrusts get that much deeper, his words that much raspier and needier against the side of your neck.

“fuuuck, ’s it...cry some more for me, darlin’...”

he feels awful. he does. what kind of boyfriend revels in seeing the love of his life reduced to tears? the guilt crawls through his stomach, snaking around his chest and squeezing the breath out of him.

but how could anyone not adore you like this? your eyes red and puffy, your mouth wobbling, your face damp, choking on your own breaths as he fucks you. if he were less selfish, he would stop. he would be gentle; he would swear never to do it again.

but he can’t. he can’t. as much as he resents himself for it, nothing gets him off like hearing you sob into his neck and clutch at him as he fucks you into the mattress, all the while soothing you, cradling the back of your head and cooing that he’ll make you feel better—only to flip you over and slide back inside of you the second he finishes.

in the deepest pits of depravity, each snap of his hips sinking him deeper into your irresistible heat, until you swear you can feel him in your lungs, consuming every inch of you—he kisses your tears away, then licks in long stripes up your cheeks, following the wet tracks smeared across your face.

“so sexy like this—all weepy ’n’ sensitive, aren’tcha? does it feel that good when i fuck you like this? you crying all ’cause of me?”

he breathes the sinful words right into your ear between long, slow drags of his cock against your walls as he pulls almost all the way out, then sheathes himself fully inside of you in one smooth thrust. your legs have given out on him, and he has to hold your hips to fuck into you, like a helpless toy. he’s far too lost in his own pleasure and the glitter of fresh tears in your eyes to care.

“that’s it, let it all out. don’t be embarrassed, that’s my baby. your boyfriend’s gonna make it all better, isn’t he? gonna make you cum on his cock, ain’t that right, honey?”

you can only squirm underneath him. keigo slows, kissing the corner of your gaping mouth. “i said, ain’t that right? tell me i’m gonna make you feel so good, take care of you like i always do, won’t i?”

you nod helplessly, and keigo groans and tightens his grip and rocks your hips back into his next thrust, a proud smile on his lips. yes, he will.

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 14 days ago

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Yo yo can i get some bill cipher nsfw headcanons up in here

Oh ho boy do I have some >:)

*Bill is a sadomasochist, which means he enjoys recieving pain as well as dishing it out

*Also into a LOT of kinks, damn near everything really

*Loves your little whimpers begging him for more while he fucks you with his fingers

*When he goes down on you, he goes hard, like he'll give you five orgasms before he even thinks about fucking you proper

*On that note, SUPER into overstimulation, wants you a weak whimpering mess and twitching all over the place

*Makes you have wet dreams and then fucks you for real

*Sorta into somnophillia?? Like not really because he's fucking you in your dreams

*loves to bite and to be bitten, especially around the hips and inner thighs

*His fav position is one where he can see your face unless he's really horny then it's face down ass up

*Not really good at pillow talk but he'll say small things of encouragement like "yes, like that"

*Sex is never short, he doesn't believe in quickies so if you have somewhere to be, better cancel

*If you happen to be out and about when the mood strikes him, then good luck

*He'd be ghost fucking you, little touches here and there, making sure no one could see him, not even you so you wouldn't see it coming

*In the middle of a meeting at work? Demon between your legs.

*Trying on clothes in a store? Pinned against the wall while being rammed into.

*Likes it hard but can occasionally do some soft stuff when he's sleepy or wants to pamper you

*He's very horny from lack of physical contact so even a slight touch could send him reeling

I hope this is what you had in mind!! Enjoy!! :)

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 17 days ago

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Greetings to all, I was supposed to post this yesterday but I contemplated if I should even do so. But as you all could guess, I choose to do so now. This is slightly suggestive so be warned, dearest audience. I might continue this, but I'm not quite sure if I should...

Bill trying to figure you out...literally.

-This is the most likely scenario to happen as we know, or as I think so, Bill would most likely never be the one to consent to being vulnerable in front of anyone.

-It is understandable; he is a very powerful being that is known to be ruthless and conniving; he simply can't dilly dally with a human like you. Even though he knows he can kill you in a matter of seconds, being vulnerable is... scary.

You don't exactly know how things progressed to how they are now, but somehow, you're now going to be examined by a triangular being. He did say it was only to satiate his curiosity, but of course he could be lying...

Choosing to trust him, you decided to agree in terms that he won't try to do anything harmful. Taking off your jacket, you sat comfortably on the sofa. Just in front of you, Bill floats, waiting for you to finally settle down.

Once you do, you tell him you're ready, sealing your fate as the sun continues to shed light to the room.

Starting at the top, Bill starts to run his fingers through your hair. For a few minutes he spent a short amount of time playing with it, but it was still long enough to make you a bit sleepy, and long enough to make you wonder if this was his plan all along.

But soon he removed his hands and started touching the bare skin of your cheeks.

Sharing your gaze for a moment, you could see his weird eye-mouth gesture a smile for a moment before you felt his hands start to touch the top of your eyes, forcing you to close one of them.

As he starts to surprisingly gently touch your eyelids, he gazes at your irises and thinks to himself of how beautiful they are. Like little mirrors to the galaxy, your irises hold woven gorgeous coloured strings.

Soon he wondered, he looks at your lips, and slowly, his hands gravitated towards it. He knew how sensitive lips could be. For a moment, he did want to give you a ki--.

Floating lower, he reaches another sensitive area, your neck. This is where a lot of nerves are located; this body part holds the connection from your head to your upper body, and it will of course cause fatal injury once this part is intensely damaged.

Reaching your neck, he quickly notices your increased breaths and elevated heart rate—either you're scared, excited, or both.

Sliding his hands lower, he watches as your breathing slightly sped up because of his movement.

Choosing to be more daring, he lightly squeezed the lower part of your neck, making you jolt a little.

He chuckled, but you just gave him a smile, not really expecting him to do that, quite surprised, you checkle a bit nervously; a faint colour of red coloured your cheeks.

Seeing you react, his grin widens slightly, stopping as he moves towards one of your arms and hands. Picking one of your hands up, he places his own on yours, and then he proceeds to inspect each of your fingers, one, two, three, four, and five.

One by one, he just extends and bends a few of your fingers. It doesn't make him too curious, but it is still quite interesting. Woven together by flesh and blood, you use your limbs for every mundane and important task alike, but even so, you can still be fine without it.

Going back to your chest, he suddenly pushes himself against you. Jolting slightly, your back relaxes on the sofa as you realize he's listening to your heartbeat. Badump, badump, badump... He could hear your heart speak. Speeding up or slowing down, a sign of relief or dread.

As he listens to your heartbeat, you just couldn't help but feel strangely glad that you agreed to this. Sure, it is quite weird, but it's weird in the sense that it's normal for Bill, though.

How curious, your heartbeat increased, It's strange to think about how emotions could affect the organs of a human. Are you calm, aroused, sad, or happy? Your heart will always follow suit as it either beats faster or slower.

But suddenly stopping, he floats off of your chest, and continues lower.

Reaching your lower region, he makes you incredibly surprised as his hands lightly gravitate to your waist. It's been quite a bit boring, yeah? Now he'd like to see a bit more of your reactions; he knows a bit of the human anatomy; he has been alive for a long time, so it's no joke when he speaks of anatomy. But your emotions, though? Well, even though he proclaims himself as all seeing and all knowing, don't let him fool you; emotions can be arbitrary, and they also should differ from one being to another, and now he's quite curious.

Gasping lightly, you give him a surprised look. There it is, a reaction, meeting your gaze; he only gives you another grin and a chuckle once more. Letting go of your waist, he widens his eye, grinning in a cheeky manner, saying he didn't know you wouldn't like that.

Finally, as he reaches your thighs, he lightly touches them. 'Soft,' he thinks to himself. Poking your thighs a bit more, he leaves it at that, not showing any more signs that he might continue, which is surprising. But before he did stop, he teased you one last time by stating a suggestive joke.

Seeing how you're a bit surprised that he stopped, taking his bowtie off. He spoke, "WHAT? DO YOU WANT TO GET ILLUMINAUGHTY?"

"What???" You responded, chuckling, a blush slightly appearing on your face.

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 23 days ago

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something so sexy about a too big monster licking your cunt up and down so slowly with its too big tongue not to necessarily bring you pleasure, but bc they think it’ll help soothe the ache between your thighs after watching you shift too many times for them to consider normal

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 24 days ago

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BILL CIPHER X READER NOW PLS 😛😛😛😛 nothing yandere i love him too much i need him so bad

*general* Bill Cipher x GN!Reader;

*DNI THOSE UNDER 18+THE EASILY DISTURBED*

STATUS: REQUESTS OPEN, BLOG ACTIVE!

LAST UPDATED: 30/05/2025!

LINKS: pinned post (rules). Gravity Falls M.list!

DISCLAIMERS: Psychological manipulation, Emotional detachment / unreciprocated affection, Power imbalances / non-human entity x human, Possessive and obsessive behavior (but not Yan! Just bill being bill), Unhealthy/toxic relationship themes(?), Mild suggestive themes (non-explicit), etc…

A/N: it’s not, like, BAD, but idk, I thought I’d just say TWS just in case. Also! I made sure not to make this Yan!, however, I feel like we all can agree that Bill is 100% obsessive default.

How It Started (Spoiler: You Were Useful)

You didn’t fall in love. Bill doesn’t do “falling.” He calculates, he exploits, he invests in potential.

You had something he needed—maybe knowledge, maybe access, maybe just the novelty of not immediately recoiling when he smiled with teeth he didn’t have.

So he played the role: “Oh, baby! You’re just the kind of anomaly I’ve been searching eons for!” It was an act. Of course it was. He told himself that.

But you didn’t run. You didn’t scream. And you kept coming back. Curious. Steady. Dangerous. That fascinated him more than it should have.

The Relationship Dynamic (If You Can Call It That)

He told you he “loved” you before he even knew what that meant. It was a tactic, a leash dressed as sentiment. Humans are so easy when you whisper the right lies.

Affection, for Bill, is a shifting thing. It shows up as cryptic gifts (a perfectly preserved flower from a dimension that doesn’t exist anymore), a hex slipped under your pillow, a whisper in your dreams that only says, “Mine.”

He tries very hard to imitate what he thinks “boyfriends” do—poorly. He once possessed a rom-com DVD and reenacted it, complete with laugh track and glitches. The TV still bleeds static when you walk by.

He doesn’t hold your hand. He just manifests a hand on yours when you’re distracted, waits for your pulse to jump, and disappears like it never happened.

(“Aww, look at you! Adrenaline rushes are so cute~”)

Obsession Disguised as Devotion

Bill isn’t jealous, he’s territorial. You’re not allowed to belong to anyone else. You’re barely allowed to belong to yourself.

He rewrites reality around you when he’s bored. Street signs speak in anagrams of your name. Clocks slow down when you’re near. Dreams get louder.

You’ve seen him glitch when you’ve hurt his feelings. It’s always brief—a flicker of red, a distortion in the air—but it’s there. He resets quickly, usually with a joke.

(“Whoops! Someone rebooted the ‘cares too much’ subroutine!”)

Vulnerability

He’s not used to feelings, but he catalogues every one you give him. Your laughs. Your sighs. Your silences. He replays them in the quiet between dimensions.

You caught him watching you once—quiet, unshifting, unblinking. Not smiling. Just… there. He didn’t explain. He just said, “I was running diagnostics. You passed.”

You asked him once if he’d ever loved someone before. He said yes. Then he changed the subject. The sky bled for an hour afterward…

*this part is somewhat suggestive in implication but not actually NSFW*

Physicality (Bill Doesn’t Care for It—But He Uses It)

Bill doesn’t feel attraction in the human sense. He doesn’t crave touch, he studies it.

But he knows you do.

So he plays the part: hovering close, speaking low, trailing phantom fingertips across your neck when you’re trying to focus. He’s not teasing—he’s testing. Measuring your response like data.

He denies you just enough to keep you wanting, keeps you needy, keeps you his. And when you finally get a taste—an almost-kiss, a spectral touch, his voice saying your name like a spell—you’re too dazed to question his motives.

He thinks he’s in control of it. That’s cute.

*end of suggestive content!*

Final Thoughts!

Bill Cipher doesn’t do love. Not the way you do. But you? You might be the one variable he didn’t calculate right.

He tells himself you’re still here because he lets you be.

He doesn’t admit that the thought of you leaving terrifies him in a way that’s entirely too human.

You’re not dating Bill Cipher.

You’re orbiting him.

And gods help you—he’s starting to call that gravity.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

A/N: I hope this is somewhat close to what you were expecting. I decided to do general headcanons since I didn’t have a lot to work with.

#op dis was so yummy #more pls *patiently awaits with fork and knife*#bill ily

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 27 days ago

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Imagine Shigaraki developing an obsession with you that even the rest of the League pretends not to notice. MDNI

It started subtle—if anything Shigaraki does can be called subtle. You were new to the League, strong in your own right, sharp-tongued and a little too soft when no one was looking. You treated him like a person, not a weapon. You sat next to him during meetings, passed him snacks when he forgot to eat, laughed at his rare, dry jokes. You didn’t flinch when his fingers twitched. You trusted him.

That was your first mistake.

Now imagine him memorizing every single thing about you:

The way you tie your hair. The brand of lotion you use. The sound of your laugh echoing in the hideout’s hallway. He doesn’t just think about you—he spirals around you like a planet circling a sun made of delusion and lust. You’re not just important. You’re his. Whether you know it or not.

You belong to the League, sure. But more importantly?

You belong to him.

Imagine Shigaraki sitting in his room late at night, lights off, your panties clutched in his gloved hand. He stole them hours ago—watched you leave the shower, dripping wet and unaware, while he waited outside your room like some sick shadow. He didn’t even try to stop himself.

He brings them to his face and breathes you in like he’s starving.

You’re the only thing that makes the rot in his brain quiet.

He jerks himself off to the thought of your lips, your thighs, your whimpers. But it’s never enough. Even when he cums hard into his hand, biting back your name, it’s not enough. Because you’re not here. Not wrapped around him. Not moaning for him.

He’ll make you see.

Imagine how angry he gets when someone else in the League talks to you too long. Dabi. Twice. Anyone. His fingers twitch. His neck itches. He glares until they back off, because even if you don’t realize it yet—you’re his girl. You just don’t know it.

And when you do finally notice—when you find your drawer open, when he grips your chin too tight during a mission, when he growls that you don’t need anyone but him—it’s too late.

Because Tomura Shigaraki doesn’t love you.

He needs you.

And he’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away.

@𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐱𝐝𝐩𝐩 ; 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 27 days ago

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— Next Level 🎮

“Tomura,” you whined. Your hips shifted impatiently, rolling against him.

He didn’t look at you. Asshole didn’t even blink. Just kept clicking buttons, eyes glued to the screen. The only part of him touching you was his left hand. Two fingers were buried inside your cunt, curling just right every time he made a kill.

“You said if I let you finish one more match—”

“I did,” he said, cutting you off, as monotone as ever. “And I am finishing.”

You squirmed, a frustrated whimper slipping from your lips. You considered getting one of the toys he bought, but nothing is better than his fingers. Finally his thumb circled your clit in lazy, maddening spirals while he wiped a whole squad onscreen.

You could barely breathe. “You’re such an asshole,” you gasped.

He smirked barely. “Yeah, but you love it.”

And he was right. You did love the way he played you like part of the game. Loved how he’d growl “don’t distract me” while fingering you deeper, faster, more precise than any joystick. Loved the way his breath hitched when you moaned his name louder than the gunfire in his headphones.

You came with your hands clawing his hoodie, your thighs trembling, and Tomura only paused when he hit the scoreboard. His fingers still inside you. Then he finally turned his head, slow and lazy, eyes bloodshot and dark.

“Aw, you made a mess on me,” he said, pulling his fingers out and sucking them clean without breaking eye contact. You shivered.

“Get on your knees,” he muttered, reaching for the mic. “Next round’s ranked. You wanna be useful? Keep me calm.”

Eagerly you crawled under the desk. He lifted his hips a bit so you could push down his sweatpants and get out his long, pink cock. He covered the mic when you wrapped your lips around him first time and started sucking.

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 27 days ago

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#need

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 1 month ago

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spooky scary Bill!

#would #please one chance

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 1 month ago

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Maybe some Keigo/Hawks headcanons :>

I love your writing >v<

Keigo Takami - Hawks

1. he flirts like he fucks, playful, cocky and smooth as silk

Every wink, every teasing touch? It’s a promise. “You’ve been staring at my hands all night, pretty bird,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb across your lips. “Want me to show you what they can do?” When he does, it’s slow, precise like he’s playing an instrument. One that moans for him.

2. bedroom voice = panty dropper

His voice drops low when he’s inside you, rasped and delicious, breath brushing your skin like a secret. “You like that?” Thrust “Say it again, baby.” Thrust “I wanna hear you scream my name with that pretty little mouth.”

3. wing kink and I mean wing kink

They twitch when you kiss him. Shiver when you strip. You tug a feather and his hips snap into yours “You gonna lose control, baby bird?” and he’ll fuck you through the mattress just to prove a point. He loves when you touch them. Worship them. But more than anything? He loves when you earn the chance to.

4. he’s dangerous when he’s quiet

Sometimes he doesn’t speak. Just watches you undress like a starving man, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. He’ll push you up against the nearest surface and take his time with deep hard strokes. The silence? It’s just the calm before the moan-ripped, feather-ruffling storm.

5. oral fixation king

He loves his mouth on you. Everywhere. His tongue works your clit in slow, devastating circles while his eyes never leave yours. “Don’t you dare look away,” he mutters against your heat. “I want you to watch me ruin you.”

6. feral when you ride him

He pretends to be relaxed, hands behind his head and cocky grin. But the moment you sink onto him? That control shatters. Veins bulge in his neck, fingers dig into your hips, wings flare out. “F-fuck, you’re tight. You wanna break me tonight, huh?”

7. fast hands, fast reflexes

He’s got you on the bed before you blink. Legs spread. Hands trapped above your head with one feather. “Stay there,” he purrs. “Be a good girl, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

8. a dom with a praise kink twist

He’ll call the shots. Tease you until you cry and whisper what a dirty little thing you are while he’s deep inside you. But when you moan “Keigo, please, I want all of you,” His breath catches and rhythm stutters. “You want me that bad? Fuck… I love you.”

9. spends more time giving than taking

He doesn’t care if he comes. What makes him crazy? You. Your thighs shaking, voice breaking, nails clawing down his back as you scream his name like a prayer. “I’ve got you, baby bird. Come for me. Let me feel it.”

10. post sex god, feathers everywhere

He wraps you in his wings after. Brushes sweat-damp hair from your face and kisses you like you’re made of light. “You good, angel?” He holds you like he’s afraid to let go. Because you? You’re the only place he ever wants to land.

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brianfromgamilyfuy · 1 month ago

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do those same mha men who love giving creampies also love breeding? i know they usually go hand in hand, but not always!

lemme tell you;

Dabi — Unhinged. Full-on feral about it. It’s not just a kink. It’s a power trip, a need to mark you so deeply that no one else could ever touch you without seeing what he did to you. “You’re gonna let me knock you up, yeah? Gonna let me fill you so deep it sticks?” He wants to see your body change. Wants you sensitive, needy, leaking, fucked-out and glowing from what he did to you. He’ll fuck you while rubbing over your belly and whisper about how good you’ll look carrying his kid.

Conclusion = Loves risk. Never pulls out. Watches it drip out and puts it back in. Over and over.

Shigaraki — Psychologically feral. The type who gets obsessed with ruining your life in the most intimate way possible. Getting you pregnant is the ultimate form of control and intimacy. You’re tied to him forever now. He owns you. That baby inside you? His. “I’ll put a baby in you and make sure you never even think of leaving me.” He doesn’t just want one creampie. He wants daily confirmation that he owns your body. He’ll fuck you so deep your legs go numb and then just stay inside. Lazy thrusts, heavy panting, hand on your stomach.

Conclusion = He thinks about it all the time. Way more than he admits. Secret little fantasies about you swollen and exhausted and all his.

Bakugo — Rage-fueled, possessive, full-blown breeder. He won’t say it out loud at first, but once he starts? It’s constant. “Fuckin’ made to take my cum. You feel that? How deep I am? You better get used to it.” He gets even rougher when the breeding talk starts. Presses your knees up, makes you feel every inch. He grits it through his teeth, panting into your neck, talking about how good you’d look full of his baby, how no one could breed you like him.

Conclusion = And if you actually got pregnant? He’d lose his mind. Proud. Territorial. Obsessed.

Shinsou — Quiet but filthy. He keeps that kink hidden until you unlock it. He’ll whisper it in your ear in the middle of a slow, deep fuck, “You want it, don’t you? Want me to breed you. Make you mine.” He likes the psychological side of it. The shift in your breathing, the way you tighten up around him when he talks about filling you again, about how full you’d feel, how you’d walk around knowing his cum did that to you.

Conclusion = Sleeps with his cock inside you after. Just to keep it in.

Hawks — Playful, cocky, low-key obsessed. He talks about it with a grin at first, like it’s just dirty talk. But the longer he goes, the more real it gets. Especially if you’re riding him and he sees stars. “You’re gonna take it all, baby. Gonna let me fill you up real good? Make you mine for real?” He likes the idea of keeping you. Grounding his flightiness in something real. He’d cry if you actually got pregnant, but still fuck you through it every damn day.

Conclusion = A lot of sex while you’re all round. Wrapped in his wings. In the air.

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