Dipper's Downward Spiral

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Keys are inserted into the door lock, with a small twist to the right the sound of a click echoes. Dipper grabs the handle of his apartment door, turns it, and enters with a sigh of relief. He was finally home. Walking into the living room he places his belongings onto the couch and heads to the bathroom. He looks into the mirror, dead tired, as he turns on the faucet. When the water reaches a warm temperature Dipper took two hands fulls and splashed the water onto his face. Washing away the dirt and discomfort from the night.

A quick pat of the face with a towel and turn of the faucet. The water stopped and Dipper exits the bathroom to his room. Upon entering he grabs his navy blue pyjama pants and white t-shirt. He proceeds to get dressed and climbs into bed. The moment the covers are pulled up he places both hands over his face. Dipper fights the urge to cry over the traumatic event that happened just hours ago. However, a thought pulls his attention away from the horrific incident. The embrace he shared with Bill.

As sudden as it began the urge to cry faded and all he could think about was Bill's warmth. Sure it wasn't a full embrace but it was enough to feel safe and comforted. Dipper was too tired to fight these thoughts and instead, it helped him drift off to sleep. His body felt relaxed and loose as his surroundings turned black. Falling deeper and deeper into his sleep.

"Pinetree...Pinetree..." Bill Ciphers voice echos.

Dipper immediately recognized the voice and slowly started to open his eyes. He found himself laying on a bed with gold satin blankets and black curtains surrounding the whole bed. This left him surprised and confused. Still feeling a bit lose he slowly raises up looking around to find the location of Bill's voice. The sound of the curtains opening captures Dipper's attention as Bill is standing there, in front of him. In a pair of black boxers and a bit of a smirk on his face. This causes more confusion and Dipper's heart starts racing.

"Bill, what are you doing here? What am I doing here?" Dipper calmly questions.

"Isn't obvious, we are here to have a bit of fun" Bill spoke in a flirty tone.

A wink from the sexy, blonde hair boss and Dipper's face suddenly felt like it was on fire. He was speechless and unable to stop the boner rising in his pants. Bill then started to crawl onto the bed and soon on top of Dipper. Without wasting any time Bill leans down and plants a kiss onto Dipper's lips. While using a hand to gently stroke at Dipper's dick. Their lips parted and the brunette lets out a soft moan. The pleasure and warmth felt so good that Dipper didn't even bother fighting back. He just let it all happen.

"Oh...Bill..." Dipper moaned.

"Does it feel good Pinetree?" Bill playfully questions.

"Y-yes" Dipper muttered.

Bill softly chuckles at Dipper's response and proceeds to give him pleasure. Only this time, Bill slips his hand under Dipper's pants and strokes his dick. The brunette felt more pleasure than before that it gave Dipper a rather cute expression. Bill was very pleased.

"Oh, you're so cute Pinetree...I want to make you all mine" Bill's voice echoed.

Suddenly, everything turns black. The sound of an alarm clock awakens Dipper from his 'pleasant state. He quickly raises up and was shocked by the dream he just had. Did he really have a sexual fantasy about Bill?! Sadly it was true, cause when he lifted his covers Dipper was left in disbelief. A huge bulge emerged from his pants. He runs his hands through his head, nervously shaking his hair. All that Dipper could think about was; what the fuck?! Why did I actually enjoy all of that?!

It was Monday morning and Dipper had to get ready for school. It was a little hard to do so after that dream he just had. Once he was finished, Dipper closed the door to his apartment, locked it, and headed off to school. His friend Jackson was waiting by the front entrance as per usual. Dipper smiled as he greeted his friend with a fist bump.

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