nsfw material ahead!

Dipper's muscles felt taut, as if someone had injected her veins full of ice water. Her hair stood on in, goosepimples littering her skin, the ominous sight leaving her breathless. She slowly closed the door behind her, wincing as it creaked. Bill's eyes were unwavering as she turned back around to face him. Dipper opened her mouth to try and form a sentence, but was cut off promptly by him.

"I am curious," he said, unusually calm as he stood up from his chair to approach her. As he drew closer, she stepped back until she was pressed against the wall. He stood in front of her, a nasty twinkle in his eyes and a hint of a toothy grin. His fingers feathers across her cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from her face with accuracy.

"Did you really think you can rendezvous without me knowing? Without punishment?" His hands travelled down her arms, massaging lighting. He stepped closer, prompting a wince as he leaned down and pressed his sharp nose against her temple, his cold breath on her ear.

"I would love to bend you over my knee," he hissed into her ear, "but I'll save that for a later time, my sweet Pine Tree, my obedient slave."

Her breath hitched as he spoke, the feeling of his breath causing a shiver to run down her spine. He turned and walked farther from her just as the colorful world around her faded into grayscale, air still and quiet. Dipper tried to move, crying out at the weight of a collar on her neck. She tried to tug on it, but found her wrists bound in leather chained to the ground.

"Let me go!" she cried out, tugging at the restraints, "please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"How do I know," his voice began to crescendo from a growl to shout, "that you won't disobey me again and meet with that mortal?" His voice was shaky with rage at her betrayal, closing the recently created space around them in a few steps. He grabbed her by the collar roughly, suspending her to her toes. Her face was a few inches from his, salty tears trailing down her cheeks.

"You belong to me," he ground out through clenched teeth, "and that foolish boy took what was mine." He dropped her, causing her to fall to her knees and be wracked with pleading sobs again.

"He tainted you, took what was mine, and you let him!" Bill paced in front of her, hands folded behind his back. "What to do with you, Pine Tree? Should I replace memories of him with memories of pain?"

"Do whatever the hell you want with me. Beat me, scar me, I don't care," Dipper hiccuped, hair sticking to her face. Bill's face brightened with an idea, stopping his pacing to look at her with an inhuman grin.

"Perhaps that's it. You don't need punishing at all. No, no. I need to pay a little visit to your pet, Jack!"

Dipper let out a painful cry of protest, "Don't hurt him! He had nothing to do with this! He had no clue, please, God, please don't hurt him!"

She threw herself at his feet, laying her head on his shiny black oxford shoes. He curved his lip in disgust at her pathetic display, stepped back and circling her body like a vulture. His foot kicked her back.

"Get up," he snarled, "on your knees. This isn't proper conduct in front of your master."

Dipper sat on her knees, shutting her eyes and trying to breathe calmly. She stiffens and sucks in as his long fingers move through her hair in a faux comforting way.

"If not your little lover, what do you have to offer me?" he cooed patronizingly, petting her as if she was a beloved pet.

"Anything you desire," she hesitated, trying to keep it together, "my master. Myself in exchange for Jack."

She could feel him smiling, gazing upon her. His hands travelled down to her jaw, lifting her to her feet with a gentle tug. Her eyes fluttered open just as his mouth descended on hers, pushing her back onto the dinette. She fell onto her elbows, the feeling of leather gone from her wrists, allowing her to gently touch his chest. The taste of his mouth, the taste of wine, made her want to gag and push him away. As long as he was distracted, Jack was safe.

His hands caressed her neck underneath the weight of the collar, moving down to her collarbone and eventually to touching her breasts. She mewled into his mouth as he pinched her nipple, giving him motivation to carry on. His sharp teeth penetrated her bottom lip as he kissed her roughly, his tongue snaking into her mouth to deepen the kiss. She obliged, allowing him to move her body like a doll, stroking her in places that had her body on fire. Dipper rolled her hips against his, making him lose his breath in return.

"You're too much, doll," he breathed onto her lips, moving his hands slowly up and down her waist. Bill kissed her cheek, dragging his clenched teeth across her cheek and to her ear where he lightly nipped. He buried his face in her neck, hands moving underneath her dress to stroke her through her panties.

"Oh," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. She could feel herself falling into a daze, the feeling of drowning washing over her again. She gasped and pressed herself closer to him, screwing her eyes shut as he bit and bruised her neck. His hands, his mouth, were so possessing. Fighting it felt impossible, but she had to, she couldn't let herself fall into his trap again.

Bill suddenly pulled away from her, grabbed her collar and pulling her to her feet. Dipper's legs felt like jelly, but somehow, she stood.

"Knees. Now," he ordered, placing hands on each shoulder and shoving her down. She landed on her knees painfully, biting her lip to conceal a whimper. He undid his belt, her eyes watching as those long slender fingers worked to free himself from confines. When he finally broke free, she whimpered at the sight of his cock in front of her. She crawled on her knees a short distance before she took him in her hands, experimentally wrapped her hands around his shaft. Her hands were shaking as she leaned and ran her tongue down his length. This was new to her, the inexperience painfully present. She drag her tongue up him again, ending at the tip where she hesitantly swirled her tongue around him. Her eyes fluttered and looked up at him as she licked him down again, his cock glistening from her saliva.

"Take it," he ordered again.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached the tip, pressing her lips against him and gradually taking him into her mouth. Her lips were tight against his shaft, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft. She slowly took him to the hilt, surprising herself with the lack of her gag reflexes. Dipper began to bob up and down, focusing on small details rather than the immoral act which she was committing. His hand greedily grabbed a fist ful of her hair, letting him control her movements to be more animalistic. Bill's breathing was getting shallower, turning into groans as he gripped her hair. Hoping to finish him off sooner, she moved closer and gripped his shaft, rubbing him as she sucked him off. Her tongue moved over his ridges, combined with the painful tautness of her lips. He gasped loudly and held the back of her head as he buried his cock in her throat. Dipper gagged, her eyes wide with fear of asphyxiation. He came in her throat, releasing her and letting her stumble back.

She swallowed, unsure what else to do, and sat up, fixing her dress sleeve. He was leaning against the table, breathing heavily and struggling to zip himself up again. She wiped her mouth and stood shakily, drawing his attention. His eyes were wide, a sloppy smile on his face as he approached her, a completely different man than he was a few moments previous. He crossed the short space between them and cradled her jaw with his hand, pressing a kiss on her crown. Dipper immediately froze, confused by his intimate action. He tilted her head back to look at him, a forged grin replacing that of the one he previously displayed.

"Did that satisfy?" Dipper managed to force out, finding trouble in addressing him with respect.

"Certainly, but does it make up for your sins? I don't think so," he tenderly stroked her hair with one hand. She tried to push him back but he grabbed her wrists, keeping her taut against him.

"What the fuck? What else do you want from me?" she cried out, thrashing her wrists to try and detangle herself.

"I'm not going to hurt whoever that man was-" Dipper audibly sighed in relief- "no, I want something much more valuable to me. The interdimensional rift."

She gaped and tried to writhe out of his grasp again, shaking her head wildly.

"You're crazy, Bill! I'm not assisting you in ending the world!" she sputtered. Grunkle Ford had shown her rift, warning her of the inevitable demise that would come upon the world if it managed to get into Bill's grasp. If she brought him that, everyone would be endangered.

"Then you would rather me bring your 'lover' to his death? I'll say, I've been thinking of some very inventive ways to do so. Perhaps cutting him from the inside out?" he taunted her. Her face contorted into a disgusted, enraged expression at the suggestion.

"Isn't there anything else you'd desire? The journals? Something?" she inquired, desperately trying to wriggle out of the situation. Either way, she'd be damned.

"The journals are old news, Pine Tree. Besides, the idea of torturing the man to death is starting to grow on me. That old man Ford would get a taste too. If you don't give me the rift, I'll just take it by force," he shrugged, acting as if he had not just discussed murdering.

"Fuck you," she slammed her hands against his chest, trying to relieve her wrists.

"Which one is it, Pine Tree?"

Dipper hesitated before her answer; both options would be something she regretted. She couldn't bear the guilt if she let him kill Jack and Ford, but was the latter any better? She could at least protect her friends and family to the last moment if she helped him bring on the apocalypse. Dipper took a shaky breath and met his eyes, squeezing her fists until her nails cut into her palm.

"I'll give you the rift, but only if you promise not to harm any of my friends."

"Good choice, Pine Tree. Let's shake on it," Bill smiled and pat her cheek affectionately, kissing her quickly afterwards.

He released her wrists and stepped back a few, giving her time to rub her sore, red wrists. He extended a hand towards her, blue flames igniting from his long, bony fingers. Dipper swallowed and gingerly took his hand.

"It's a deal, Cipher."

The grayscale world around her collapsed with only a whisper of laugh resonating in her ear. She stood once more in the living room, a disgruntled Stan rubbing his eyes in the doorway. Dipper had never felt so glad to see her Grunkle. She ran towards him and hugged him tightly, keeping her sobs in as she felt home once more. He stood startled, and then hugged her back for a moment before laughing lightly.

"Yeesh kid, don't wear me out." Dipper flushed and stepped back from him, awkwardly pulling at the ends of her dress.

"How's about you go get changed and then come back down and we can go Greasy's?"

She exhaled and beamed again, nodding enthusiastically.

"Trust me, Grunkle Stan, there's nothing more I'd rather do."

it's been like 12000 years! i'm back, and gave u some nsfw material to make up for lost time. not what you want, but we're getting there. ;')

i only plan on making this at maximum 20 chapters because i really don't want to draw it out. i dont think im going to do any sort of sequel to it. also sorry for grunkle ford for just appearing. all the events after "not what he seems" in my canon happens when they're aged up. so, weirdmaggedon will obviously happen in this fic and thats where i want it to start to get interesting.

i want to try and post as regularly as possible, but i have problems focusing so it gets a bit hard between school work and this and art :'[ i hope you enjoyed tho!