Why hello there :0)

How have you all been?

Nice and comfy?

Well my mental health is deteriorating again so how about we write some more eh!?

Oh also I'm much older now so this might come off differently than the other one shots do ,,,,

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•Third Person POV•

Warm and soft and sweet. Not words usually used to describe a demon but, this isn't really where you'd expect to find a demon now is it? Early mornings spent like this are great! Except, this isn't warm or soft. It's not even morning.

Dipper wakes up in a panic drenched in a cold sweat. He looks around, eyes not fully adjusted, trying to get a grasp of his surroundings. A plain room with simple minimalistic decor. Home. What was he dreaming of? Can't recall.

The man reaches over to his nightstand, tapping everything except his phone. Eventually his hand does enough of a dance to find it as the touch lights up the screen. Of course. He can never wake up at a normal time, oh no, only ridiculously early.

He sighs and pulls his blanket off of himself making his way to the kitchen for some water since that dream worked him up. What was it again? Ah, who knows. Opening the fridge he bends down and grabs a water out of the door. The kitchen feels cold, it's too early for anyone to be moving around.

Well, now he's awake. He slips onto the couch and pulls a throw blanket that's been left there onto him. Maybe he could play on his phone a little, at least until he feels tired? As he's looking through his assortment of stupid mobile games and social media apps, Dipper sees something. A shadow? No he's just seeing things, it's late and he's tired.

That doesn't explain the slow movement that he doesn't seem to notice as he goes back to switching between apps as they don't hold his attention long. The shadow gets closer and closer without him ever questioning it again. He's not as inquisitive as he once was. This will change that perhaps.

A touch. No. How could that be a touch?

A hand. Another person? A striking man is revealed as his phone slips out of his hand and a face appears before him. Dippers been looking at his phone screen and his eyes take a moment to adjust. Just enough time for the fuzzy outline of a conventional attractive fancy man to come into view. What? No seriously what is happening? He has convinced himself this has ti be another dream. Maybe he never got up in the first place. What an elaborate set of events that his brain has created.

"It's not a dream." The man speaks in an luring tone. It seems to echo on the insides of Dipper's head. He can't speak. The man smiles at him and pulls him up and into his lap in one swoop. He pulls Dippers face close to his and "Pine tree." Slips off of his lips and almost into Dipper's. A lightbulb. A realization. This man is a demon! THE Demon!!!

In a flurry of confusion and conflicting emotions Dipper is struck with a strange 'desire' if you will. He pushes into a kiss with the man in front of him. Maybe this is a dream? It certainly feels like one now. He feels a push and then suddenly his back is on the seat of the couch and the man he was once on the lap of is not towering over him.

The man leans over him and slips his hands into Dipper's shirt. 'Do you remember me yet?' No words were exchanged. The sentence just entered the younger males mind as the man over him gripped onto his sides sending a shiver up Pine trees body. A sadistic smirk pulls its way onto the face above him. Sharp pain suddenly pulls the shiver back down his spine as he feels liquid run from the spot. Bill pulls his blood soaked fingers up to his mouth and licks them almost commanding Dipper to squirm.

His leg charges upward pushing into the smaller man's crotch. This feels unreal. It's all a dream. Just a really weird wet dream. Yea! The more the demon above him toys with Dipper's body the harder it is to keep his grounding. He lets out small moans as Bill pulls his head back and leaves hickeys on Dipper's neck. Before he even realizes it he's naked under the demon. Waiting. Anticipating. Wanting.

Hands travel up and down his body, somehow it feels like more than just two. He squirms and moans as Bill slides a single finger inside of him. It's strange at first. It feels too real. He starts to question his logic as Bill starts stretching him out a preparing him for something much bigger than those fingers.

They kiss again as Dipper is pulled into a submissive trance by the man. He's at his disposal. Bill has no problem taking absolute advantage of this. He bends Pine tree over, what a beautiful view. He continues to stretch the younger male as he watches with a clearer view. Dipper lie face down moaning into the couch cushion. It's not long before he has Bill's duck pressing into his ass. Gently enough to not cause a problem but it doesn't take long for the man to start pounding into him.

Bill grabs Dipper by the hair and pulls his head up. He's on full display now, moaning loudly as his face covered is drool and tears is exposed. The man doesn't slow down at all. He can feel the slamming in his stomach. It feels warm. He's losing his mind to the pleasure. He feels a sharp bit on his neck and immediately cries out, only for his mouth to be covered by a large hand. The bites continue, some draw blood but most just bruise. The man's hips never stop either. They are now matching rhythms. The pleasure is felt for both men as they draw close to climax.

Bill pulls out and forcibly turns Pine tree toward him. Quickly shoving inside the smaller man's mouth. He feels no guilt slamming into the boys throat the same as he just was pounding his ass. It's sloppy and abusive. Inhumane. Sadistic.

He finished in Dipper's mouth and holds it closed until he swallows. Oh but, he's not all bad. He'd never leave his favorite conspiracy theorist with blue balls. He laughs as he pushes Dipper onto his back and takes him into his own mouth. He's skilled. Somehow he knows all the right spots. He also slips a finger back inside of the worn out male under him. With all the stimulation it doesn't take long for Dipper to finish.

Just like that he's gone. Dipper wakes up in a panic drenched in a cold sweat. He looks around, eyes not fully adjusted, trying to get a grasp of his surroundings. A plain room with simple minimalistic decor. Home. What was he dreaming of? Can't recall.