Taking revenge on people one at a time.HI waffles here in this blog I will be posting anything amazing,cool, mentally disturbing or just silly. Have a day full of waffles and rainbows!
-checking the tags-
"I CANT BELIEVE I SHIP A TWELVE-YEAR OLD BOY WITH A DEMON TRIANGLE"
hi, welcome to hell
I don’t personally ship Bill x Dipper but the reason it isn’t called Chips and Dip eludes me.
me: *ships billdip*
rest of fandom: OH MY FUCKINGG GODDD WHY THE FDUFCK WOUDL YOU SHIP THATTA DIPPER’S FUVCKCING TWELSFVE AND BE ISSL BILL SCIPHER GIS LIFLSJFKLIKE A DEMON OH MYC GOD
me: *continues shipping billdip
His Favorite Treat (A little naughty)
Bill buried himself into the juncture of Dipper’s neck, kissing it before biting down harshly. Dipper bucked in response as a throaty moan filled Bill’s ears, much to the demon’s delight. The bite was enough to break the skin. Even with the sweet taste of Pine Tree’s blood filling his mouth, Bill bit down harder making Dipper cry out and dig his nails into Bill, through his shirt.
He released Dipper’s neck and pulled back to admire his work. The flesh was an angry red with smears of blood coming from the holes. Bill practically purred at the sight. With a large grin, his gaze rose to Dipper’s flushed face. The boy’s dilated eyes stared back up at him, begging, as he desperately pulled Bill back by his shirt. Chuckling, Bill claimed Dipper’s lips, still raw from earlier. The soft warm flesh between his teeth was like a pleasure in itself. They were so tender, so red. If he bit just a little harder on them…
Nails ripped through Bill’s shirt as Dipper whimpered. Blood pooled around Bill’s lips and he hungrily lapped it up, moaning at the taste. He wanted nothing more than to drain this boy of every last drop of his delicious self, but he didn’t know what he would do without his favorite treat.