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You had to get winter clothes.
When you’d decided to visit Gravity Falls for a vacation, you hadn’t brought too many pieces of clothing with you. A pair of sneakers, a pair of heels, and a couple of outfits. It was only during your extended stay that you’d decided to purchase some extra clothes. However, with temperature dropping, you’d come to realize that you hadn’t planned to stay so long. You’d left the city hoping for a miracle, and what you’d found instead was an annoying triangle deity.
As weird as everything had been, you’d enjoyed it. You were able to make some good acquaintances一 you wouldn’t go as far as to call them friends, land a normal job and have a place to sleep, all thanks to the kindness of the people living there. It almost made you wonder if you’d actually been able to pull this off without Bill. In reality, although he was supposed to make you happy , you’d been finding your happiness on your own. The only thing he’d been doing was keeping you sane with his company and… well… other activities.
You let yourself fall into the bed, your eyes fixed on the ceiling.
You were thankful for his friendship, if you could call it that. You were a lonely person, but not because you wanted to; you just felt too awkward to start a conversation or you felt your antics were too much for anyone to put up with, so you always ended up distancing yourself. In this case, you wouldn’t be able to ignore Bill no matter how hard you tried, and despite him teasing you about it, he did tolerate you. Albeit it was probably just because he wanted to get his powers back.
Lifting your hands to cover your eyes, you left out a groan. You had to stop overthinking things. Last week was a bit stressful, not because of your job, luckily, but because of the sudden drop in temperature, your lack of warmer clothes and just the year ending soon, overall. Every time the holidays approached you couldn’t help but think about your family, and now that you were chasing a new life that was the last you wanted to think about.
Cipher wasn’t around. You were used to this, sometimes he’d just disappear for hours and he’d never tell you what he’d been doing. Probably something illegal, so you were better off not knowing. You thought that you could use your moment of privacy to try and decompress a little. So, after looking around making sure he wasn’t hiding somewhere, you took a delicate silken pouch from under your bed and opened it.
A quick one wouldn’t hurt, right?
You let out a quiet sigh when you pulled down your pants and underwear. It was cold, but the heating on your room made it bearable. Turning on the toy, you brought it down and started rubbing your clit. Your legs tensed immediately, and you bit your lower lip, used to Bill’s teasing whenever you were too vocal. Slowly, taking your time, you started drawing circles in that sensitive bud, your grip on the vibrator hardening. You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling.
You let out a quiet whimper.
“Having fun without me, Compass?”
His distorted voice echoed in your skull, making you jump and your eyes snap open. He talked again. “Oh, no. Don’t stop because of me, keep going, I’ll only be around for a minute.” The demon said casually.
You weren’t embarrassed around him anymore. Not after months of… whatever you two had been going on. You were just very angry. “What the fuck, Bill?!” You raised your voice, just a little. “We’ve talked about this. When this thing turns on, this room is off-limits.”
Your scowl only deepened when he shrugged. “I honestly didn't check. Can’t I make mistakes?”
“You? Mistakes?”
“Yeah, you’re right. That wasn’t credible, I couldn’t come up with a better excuse.” He admitted after a short period of consideration. You huffed in response, your anger fading away.
The truth was that after three whole seasons together, you had learnt how to not get carried away arguing with him. Yes, you would still get angry, but you didn’t expect to reason with him anymore. He’d always do whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased. And regardless how frustrated that made you, you had found that letting things go was far more peaceful for your brain than getting worked up.
“Fine. What do you want? I was… busy.” You lowered your voice by the last word, as if you were trying to hide something.
“Oh yeah, I can see that.” He replied in a playful tone.
“Well, the thing is, I’ve been waiting for you to get in the mood to get busy . It wasn't until after I had given you your body back that I realized just how different it was from all the other bodies I’ve possessed.”
He moved closer to you, his eye following the line on your exposed legs up to your center, before moving to your eyes once again. “I must admit I have grown significantly interested in how different it may feel. Especially after seeing how you react to the stimulation.”
“So? What do you say?”
He didn’t extend his hand to you, probably because you looked as confused as you felt. You needed a minute for your head to catch up to what he was implying, and Bill Cipher, in his silence, gave you that minute.
Was he actually asking you to possess your body to experience… that ?
“Can I try?”
He was joking, right? He had to be. You remembered asking him the same question before inviting him into your body the first time at the singing contest. Why would he be interested in something like that? He didn’t look amused that you were taking this long to reply, he even seemed a bit… anxious? Eager? You averted your gaze. This was something deeply personal.
But then again… he asked . You knew he couldn’t just take your soul out of your body and possess it一 but for fucks sake, Bill Cipher had asked something from you. Was it wrong to take it as a show of some kind of vulnerability, or even trust? He’d shown interest in something, something that regarded you and how you felt. Your doubts were rapidly dissipating, and the little voice on the back of your head didn’t even try to warn you this time. Maybe, just maybe, your unconscious already knew you had a soft spot for him and you’d say yes to anything he wanted.
“Ok.” Your voice came out quiet, almost a whisper. Not because you were having second thoughts, but because you started feeling numb at the realization that you may be starting to care about him a little too much.
Now, if he’d been a decent person一 or being , he may have said something to reassure you. "We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, ' ‘are you really sure?’, ‘is everything ok?’ were some of the examples you could come up with at the top of your head. However, he was Bill Cipher, a literal nightmare, and he didn’t do any of that stuff. You’d given consent, although it may have appeared reluctant一 which it wasn’t, you were just surprised一, and that was enough for him. He extended his hand with that familiar blue flame engulfing it, and you shook it.
You could see your body lying on the bed, yellow eyes staring intently at you with a big, toothy grin. Huh, you looked quite creepy making that face. Bill 一in your body, grabbed the vibrator and stared at it for a little while, rotating it on his hand.
“This seems disappointing in comparison to what I put you through every night.” He raised one eyebrow as he sideglanced you knowingly. You wrinkled your nose. Hearing your own voice mixed with his was as weird as you remembered; but at least his was louder.
“Sensations are different in the mindscape.” You tried to explain, rolling your eyes. “But how would you know? Poor little thing, can’t experience the pleasures of the flesh. I pity you, really.”
You knew you’d gotten to him when he furrowed his brows and sat up, pressing his back to the wall. You felt a rush of embarrassment as he opened your legs 一it was your body after all, but you’d never looked at your pussy before. For some reason, it felt like you were watching something private.
“What is it, Compass? Feeling shy over your own body?” He taunted you, and you huffed in response. “Ok, how’s this supposed to work?”
“You keep the button pressed, and it starts vibrating. Every time you press it again you increase the power.” You explained, and the demon followed your instructions, turning the vibrator on.
He lowered it on your cunt and you could clearly see the moment his expression shifted upon the contact. Has your face always been this expressive? It was a mix of surprise and curiosity, as he explored your core with the head of the toy. You expected him to find your clit soon一 oh, you really wanted to see that.
“This is hilarious.” He huffed. You found his slightly labored voice quite appealing. “More, tell me what else to do.”
You gulped before leaving your place at the feet of the bed; you moved by his side, and his yellow eyes followed your levitating form. From your current position it almost looked as if your were doing it to yourself. You looked to the side to meet his gaze, why were you feeling nervous?
“Focus the tip on a little bud at the top, use your hand to find it.” You couldn’t touch your body, but the ghost of your hand guided him to your clit, and he choked on his spit when he found it. “Now press the button again.”
You had no idea why you were suddenly speaking so softly, or why this felt so intimate. After months you’d think you were comfortable with the closeness you two had during sex, but this time was different 一he was feeling something, something you knew perfectly well because it was your body. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as you noticed his hand turning, moving the vibrator over your clit.
“Hah… Hahahaha, ok, I see why you like this.” Cipher spoke with difficulty, his eyes finding yours again. He swallowed before licking his lips, and although it was your own body, you found the action incredibly erotic.
Was this how he felt every time you two engaged in… such activities? You were turned on, yes, it was technically impossible not to be; but you had no actual desire to touch yourself or relieve any kind of bodily need一 not that you had it in the first place. It felt like having your pleasure exclusively tied to his. Watching him enjoy it was what made you aroused.
“Do you want to put it in?” You eagerly asked, and he smirked.
“Eager as always, I see.” You stuck out your tongue to him and he cackled, but was cut short by a groan, his hips bucking into the toy. “How?” He demanded, and it was your turn now to grin.
“Use your hand… find the entrance…” You instructed, and he followed. Now that you thought about it, this was the first time you’d seen him so compliant. You wished he could be like that more often. “And now apply pressure… slowly…”
“AGH!” His eyes flew shut and his back arched as he penetrated your pussy forcefully, in one swift motion. “HAHAHAHA! So that’s how you feel when I do it, pain is so funny...” It wasn’t supposed to hurt, you thought. But perhaps he’d done it too forcefully, or he wasn’t yet wet enough. Didn’t matter though, he was enjoying it, and so were you.
You didn’t even have to instruct him what to do next 一all by himself, Bill pressed the button again and started rapidly moving the dildo in and out of your pussy, probably imitating what he’d seen in your mindscape multiple times. The sounds that came out of your core along with his grunts had you completely hypnotized, and you found yourself staring at your own face, taking in every single inch of your skin: the way your teeth looked when gritted, how plump your lips looked after biting them down. The red on your cheeks and how it spread to the top of your ears. And finally, those glistening golden eyes fixed in you.
Would it be too bad if you helped him?
“You’re doing so well… feels good doesn’t it?” You whispered in his ear, and he bucked his hips on the vibrator once again, his legs visibly tensing as he curled his toes.
“F-fuck, damn straight it feels… fucking good. You… you love this, dont’cha?” You bit your lip. You knew well he was talking about being fucked but the only thing occupying your mind was just how deviously delightful Bill’s worked up voice was.
“Yeah, I do.” You got a bit closer. If you had a physical body you’d probably feel his breath on your lips. He looked down, and you realized he was staring at your mouth. Was he thinking of kissing you, maybe?
His lips parted, and you were unsure if he was either going to say something else or reach out to kiss you一 which he wouldn’t have been able to do since you were ethereal in this form. But whatever it was that Bill planned, he couldn’t do it. You watched as he threw his head back again, smashing it forcefully on the wall behind him with a low groan as his body tensed, the vibrator buried to the hilt inside of him. His toes were curled and his free hand fisted your shirt, knuckles going white. His mouth was open but only broken and choked sounds would come from his throat.
Fuck, was this is first orgasm? That was fast and… unbelievably hot .
Suddenly he started laughing, loudly, taking you out of your thoughts. “Fuck, it hurts!” And he continued cackling before turning off the toy, but not taking it out. He turned to look at you again, you could notice how ragged his breath was; and there was a strange glint on his pupils that couldn’t quite recognize.
“Ok, Compass, you’re free to come back. It has been fun.” He said after letting out a deep sigh, probably in an attempt to stabilize his respiration.
You didn’t see his soul, conscience, or whatever it was leave your body before you entered like the first time. But you didn’t think much about it. After all, you had thought that having your body go limp was dangerous, no matter how long it was. So, you shook his hand again, feeling extremely satisfied although nothing had been done to you.
The first thing that you noticed was just how relaxed your body felt. It had gone through an orgasm after all, that wasn’t surprising. But what did surprise you was the big blind point you had in your left eye. Furrowing your brows, you lifted your arm to touch it…
But you couldn’t move your arm.
Adrenaline started running through your veins as you also tried to move your legs and they didn’t respond. Something bad had happened. Something had gone wrong at some point and you一
“Hey, hey, hey… calm down Compass, I’m try’na understand how to do this.” You heard Bill’s voice inside of your head, as always. However, you couldn’t see him around.
“B-Bill? What’s going on?” You didn’t even try to hide your fear. You could feel your heart hammering on your chest.
“Nothing!” He replied dismissively. “We’re just sharing your body, that’s all.”
“What?!”
Funny how moments ago you’d thought about how you’d allegedly become more used to the triangle’s antics, accepting them almost immediately and learning how not to get worked up by them. Now you could only think about breaking his little body into pieces and eating them with salsa.
“Your heart is about to explode… relax.” It appeared like he at least tried to comfort you, his voice sounding softer than before. You saw your arm being lifted, slowly, but you were not giving it the order to do so.
Your head started feeling light all of a sudden, and you realized you’d been hyperventilating the whole time. You still had control of your right eye, your mouth, and apparently, your lungs. Your heart was also responding to your feelings and not his. It seemed as if the only thing you’d lost was the ability to move your limbs. Everything was fine, it was just another one of his ridiculous attempts to annoy you. A joke. A stunt. The less you reacted, the faster it would end.
“Ah, that’s better.” He spoke up, noticing your breath steadying. “Good, good, well done, Compass.”
You clenched your jaw at his praise: it wasn’t normal. Bill had many ways of showing his true feelings and praise was not one of them. You wished you could see him to at least try and read what was going through his head. But he was in your head, so you had no choice but to ask.
“What are you planning? Why are you一 AH!” A sharp pain cut your off, he had slapped your thigh. “Why did you do that?!”
“You have no control but retain the feeling, good, good…” He seemed to be talking to himself. So, you inhaled in an attempt to calm your anger, and asked again.
“Why are you doing this?”
“You reward a dog after a trick, no?” He said softly, your hand caressing the place where he had slapped a moment ago. It felt weird, foreign, although it was your own body.
You furrowed your brows and clicked your tongue. You couldn’t believe he’d brought that up after so long. “I’m not a dog.” You bit.
“Right.” He seemed to think about his words for a second. “When a friend does you a favor, you want to give something back, yes?”
“Yes… go on…”
“Well, you did very well lending me your body… and I interrupted while you were about to do it, so I thought I could make it up to you...”
A chill ran through your spine when you felt the tip of the toy on your core. It was turned off, but the rubbery, soft feeling was unmistakable. You tried to look down, but you were unable to move your head一 Bill held it still on its place. The lowest your eye could see were your thighs, and the hand-shaped redness in your left one.
You tried to fight his control over your body. But that was impossible, how were you supposed to resist something you didn’t even understand in the first place? Possession was easy: just an exchange of souls in a material body; but this? This should be impossible to begin with.
You heard the buzzing of the vibrator before you registered the feeling on your hand. You hadn’t even noticed that Cipher had pressed the on-button. You exhaled through your nose in a poor attempt to shake him off your mind.
“Don’t.” You warned him.
“Come on, Compass, I know you want it.” He cooed. But it only made you tense up more. “I don’t think we need foreplay, do we?”
“Please. Bill, don’t do it.” Just as he said moments earlier, you felt like your heart was about to explode. You’d been very clear about your boundaries: intimacy inside the mindscape was accepted, welcomed even一 but the real world was different. The sensations were different, and the bonds as well.
You’d tried to do something mindful for him, letting him inside and experiencing a pleasure he normally wouldn’t be able to. But he had taken advantage of you to cross your limits once again.
“Too bad I can’t watch you squirm.”
The vibrator penetrated you forcefully, and yet, it didn’t hurt. He was right; you were prepared enough. Bill must’ve had enough fun on his turn, so much so that you were soaking wet.
Your hand moved at a rapid, almost violent pace. You knew it was your limb moving the toy, but you could barely feel it一 most of your sensations came from your cunt being fucked.
Your moans were louder than you would’ve wanted: it felt like someone else was doing the job. Like another person was relentlessly thrusting a dildo inside of you. You wanted to cover your mouth so badly, to stop the demon from thinking you were alright with what he was doing.
You choked on a plea.
He cackled.
“That’s good, Compass. Let it out. Let it all out. Just try to not bite your tongue, I wouldn’t want you to die like this.”
You wanted to curl your toes, to first the sheets. You ached for some kind of voluntary movement of your body, but it was as if you were completely restrained against your will, unable to move not only your limbs but your head as well.
“P-please…” You felt a string of drool falling down your chin.
“Please what? You wanna cum already?” He taunted you, and although your first instinct was to shake your head, you couldn’t.
Bill pressed the button again, twice, making the vibrations more intense.
You actually almost bit your tongue. “N-no… more…” Your voice cracked at the last word.
A vivid image of Bill sneering came into your mind.
“No matter how much you say 'no', your body never lies.” And he was right. The wet, obscene sounds coming out of your pussy were proof that you were, in fact, enjoying it.
“You like it better when I do it, right? Want me to fuck you like this every day, Compass? I could… if you begged.”
You didn’t, you really, really didn’t. It was humiliating, to have your boundaries stepped on over and over again. But as much as you would've wanted to resist, wanton moans kept coming out of your throat, and if you could’ve moved your head, you would’ve nodded.
“Beg, Compass.”
A cry came out of your mouth. In your hazy state of mind, you were unable to decipher if it was a plea or not.
Apparently it was, because you heard Bill talk again after a dark chuckle. “Good. Very good… You’re so disgusting. I wish I could see your face right now.”
“Take it, trash. Cum and thank me for taking care of you.” He pressed the button again, your body finally convulsing as your orgasm washed over you on giant waves. You couldn’t arch your back nor tense your body一 so you just shut your eyes, feeling tears running down your cheeks as your jaw went limp.
Cipher’s laugh echoed on your head, quieter at first, but the volume increased until it surrounded you. All of a sudden, your body slid from the wall, downwards into the mattress, it was as if you were melting. It was then that you realized you had regained control, not even when you opened your eyes and could see normally. However, you had no strength left to try and move to corroborate it.
Your eyes fixated on the ceiling, feeling completely spent. You waited until your ragged breath normalized and your heart stopped beating so fast before giving yourself time to process what had just happened.
How should you take that? Did it count as sex? It was technically your own body but he’d had control of it. And it’d felt good , strangely so一 being trapped in your own head unable to move but feeling everything that was done to you was… well, he’d know, he’d seen inside your mind and knew all of you weird, secret kinks. You hated to admit that although he had done something you specifically asked him not to, you’d enjoyed it. A lot.
Sitting up on the bed was horrendously tiresome, but you managed to do it before your eyes met his. He looked pleased with himself, that goddamn triangle probably thought he’d given you the best orgasm of your life you’d never admit such a thing, although it was probably true. You didn’t want to think about it, so you just glared at him, and he let out a content hum.
“What is it, Compass? Came so hard you forgot how to talk?” He taunted, and you sighed in annoyance before massaging your temples.
“I think I need a drink.”
When you suggested Bill stole booze once again from the local grocery store he just laughed out loud before teleporting and doing what you asked. He liked when you showed you weren’t the little goody two-shoes you so much loved to pretend you were. You were sharp and quite honestly you could be devious if you wanted to. He was sure the two of you would get along better if you just accepted that part of yourself instead of concealing it.
The demon poofed back to your room just like he did last time: a bottle of cheap vodka in each hand, and he had grown a third arm just to carry a gallon of orange juice so you wouldn’t have to go outside to get it. Not because he was being considerate, of course not, he just felt like it would give you a fake sense of ‘being cared for’ and thus, make you softer to him. Although you were already pretty far gone一 he could tell you liked him.
You’d already gotten dressed, and he surprised you as you were making your way to sit at the desk. Your expression changed to a softer one the moment your eyes caught a glance of the juice. He remembered , you’d probably thought, fondly. That was exactly what he wanted you to think. You were so easy.
After taking a seat on the only chair available, you opened one of the drawers of the desk and took out a glass. Since the last time you’d never bothered offering one to him the few times you’d had a drink together, probably because a) he didn’t really need to drink liquid and b) whenever he did, he’d rather take sips from the bottle. It was more comfortable that way.
You mixed some alcohol with juice and took a small sip before sighing and stretching your back, giving the demon a moment to observe you carefully. He noticed you’d been silent since you’d regained control of your body, and that sigh had sounded a little too heavy. Were you mad at him, perhaps? Impossible, you’d liked what he did; he knew! He had been in your body, he knew how it felt and it was good . Cipher was sure he’d done everything correctly, he’d satisfied you, then why? Why were you acting like this?
And why was it making him even remotely anxious?
“I think I’m gonna save up to build a house here.”
Wait, what?
Bill dumbfoundedly stared at you for a moment, hoping that his frustration wasn’t visible on his expression. He had been worrying about you being mad and all of a sudden you talk about getting your own place in this shitty town?! Not that he was that worried anyway. But he felt so frustrated and angry all of a sudden. He frowned before taking a long sip from his bottle.
“I want to stay in Gravity Falls in the long run, and I’d like to have my own place. Everyone has been so accepting and ki一”
“They don’t like you.” He cut you off, and the peaceful look on your face faded, replaced with one full of concern.
“Huh?”
“I can enter their dreams, remember? They don’t like you, I assure you.” He lied. Bill actually had no idea if that was true, but knowing those idiots they probably had grown fond of you in one way or another. How couldn’t they? If you were constantly putting on a good girl front.
You lowered your head, deep in thought, disappointment written all over your face. Bill scoffed, that what you deserved for making him uneasy.
“You’re an outsider, a parasite. You’ll insert yourself here and ruin everything they’ve built. I’d run away if I were you. Another town, another dimension… I could take you, if you asked nicely.”
You furrowed your brows, and the triangle looked at you, pleased. He could tell how hard you were fighting inside of that pretty little head of yours. He’d been there enough times to know.
“I won’t run away. I like this place I… I like these people.”
“But…?”
“No buts.” You reached out to him and flicked his top hat off. He let you, of course. “I’m a good person. They will like me eventually.”
Ah, there it was. Self convincing. He truly loathed when you did that. It was pathetic, but not in a funny way. He wanted to rearrange your organs every time you acted like that.
“Are you, really?” Silence. Of course. “Are you really a good person, Compass?”
You were not. Both of you knew that, and that was why you didn’t reply, choosing to fix your eyes on the empty glass you were holding. Why did you insist on denying such a great part of you? Bill still remembered you singing on the stage months ago, radiating confidence. Letting your ego run free, showing everyone your superiority over them. Why live among sheeps when you could be a wolf? If he had blood it would boil just by the thought of your wasted potential.
“Do you know what you can do to make them like you?” He asked. Maybe this was a good moment to try and make your true self surface.
You shook your head, still averting his gaze. “You could make them need you.”
You wrinkled your nose, refilling your glass with more vodka and juice. You didn’t even mix it, you drank it all in one big gulp, coughing after swallowing. “What do you mean?”
Aha. He’d gotten your attention.
“Well, if you’d let me I could, I don’t know, go crazy, terrorize the town and pretend that you defeat me.” He turned to face you and met with a face of utter disgust. “What?!” He asked, offended.
“I’m not gonna pretend to save a handful of people for them to like me, Bill. Please. That’s low even for you.”
“Well, forgive me for trying to make your unlikable ass interesting.” He snapped his fingers before crossing his arms, making a bottle magically levitate towards his eye, drinking a bit.
You clicked your tongue, irritated, and did the same thing, taking the second bottle and taking a few sips of the transparent liquid. “Is that… is that all you can do?”
Uh oh, you were starting to slur your words. Now that we thought about it, just how much had you been drinking in such a short time?
“Control people with… lies, force and fear?”
He chuckled. Yes, he did, and you should start to do it too. Others were loyal when they knew you were better, stronger than them. As long as you could take something they wanted, they would offer you whatever you desired.
Bill shrugged. “I haven’t had any problems with my methods.”
Your cackle startled him. You bursted out laughing, when moments before you’d been terribly offended by his words. He looked at you, up and down, as your laughter died down little by little while you refilled your glass once again, before bottoming it and turning to see him, your head lazily resting on your palm.
“No problems… right.” You chuckled. “So that’s what you do? Control people with… fear ?” Bill was sure you were trying hard to not stutter or slur your words, but it still came out that way.
He scoffed, curious to see where you were taking the conversation. “Well, duh! It’s the most effective form of control.”
You hummed in response, having seemingly calmed down. You were drunk alright, your quick mood changes were enough proof of that.
Bill carefully followed your hand as you screwed the lid of the lid of the bottle, struggling a little with it, finally closing it. So you did realize how far gone you were. Good for you.
He remembered the first time you’d gotten drunk with him, how it had ended. And while part of him showed interest in seeing what you came up with this time, a small, minuscule part of him felt something similar to… concern? Watching as you seemed to have no limit to your drinking. Your mother had a drinking problem, he remembered. Maybe that was why you were usually apprehensive of alcohol, but indulged into it once in a while. Maybe your weakness to it was simply on your genes. He had no idea how humans worked in that sense.
“I disagree.” You said, and his pupil moved from your hands how long had it stayed there? to your face. Your half-lidded, glassy eyes were fixated on him, making him feel as the center of your world. Oh, how he adored it.
“When you control people with fear, they’lI turn their backs to you the moment you falter. You should be the one to know, Bill.” Your implication made him squint, and you paused for a second, perhaps doubting if you should continue or not. He wouldn't have advised it.
But you did anyway. “I think there’s something even more effective than… fear.” You continued, your voice strained with all the alcohol you had been drinking. He even doubted the pause you did before the last word was intentional. Bill could almost laugh at this pathetic display, but you’d piqued his interest. You always did.
At first, Cipher hated it. He found it incredibly unnerving how you seemed to know exactly what to say, what to ask一 and how to ask it for him to be interested in fulfilling your requests. Him telling you about his past, the hug, the possession. It was as if your words were poisoning him slowly, making him weak to you. He hated it一 he hated you. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to just not respond to your stupid ramblings.
“Oh, yeah? And what would that be?” The demon knew he had no need to hide his curiosity, you weren’t able to tease him in the state you were currently at, but he did it anyway, deliberately using an unamused tone to reply.
You tilted your head to the side at the same time that your expression softened. You gave him a sweet smile before talking.
“Love.”
Bill would’ve rolled his eye if he hadn’t felt so utterly disgusted by your love-struck expression. He already knew what you felt for him, were you about to confess or something? That would be hilarious. He decided to push your buttons a little to see how’d react.
“Oh? How so?” He made sure his tone came out flirtatious as he got closer to you, your pupils dilating as they followed him.
“Well… people kill and die for love every day, didn’tcha know?” Your smirk widened as you spoke.
Cipher felt like responding, but before he could do it, he noticed how you’d started tilting your body forward, as if you wanted to lean onto him. Was this some kind of romantic approach? Oh, Compass, Compass… you always let your feelings fog your reason. He’d shake his head and click his tongue if he could一 you were so predictable! Easy to read like a children’s book. He’d let you do whatever you wanted as long as it made you happy. After all, the only thing he wanted was for you to finally admit your happiness so he could ditch you once and for…
His thoughts stopped.
Why were you looking at him like that?
“People choose to die for love. It's called self-sacrifice.” Your shadow covered all of his body, your face inches away from his form.
Bill though you may have wanted to kiss him. But…
…you looked like you actually wanted to devour him.
“You just need to make someone love you, and you get a willing slave. Someone that'd do anything to ensure your happiness. Isn’t that wonderful?”
He loathed when you were able to confuse him; but at that moment he couldn’t even think of that. His mind was blank, and he had the biggest mind in the whole universe. Why were you telling him this? Were you about to declare yourself as his slave? If so, why did your eyes look so dark, why was he feeling this predatory energy coming from you?
You lowered your head a little more, your lips grazing that horrible blue crack on his body that he despised so much.
The dream demon couldn’t feel many things, but at that point he could’ve swore he was cold.
“You called me a parasite earlier” your words were unusually clear considering how much you’d drunk, and your body language had become more assertive, calculated. He didn’t respond, so you added. “Did you not?”
His eye was still locked to yours observing carefully your next move. He was starting to feel agitated.
You tugged the corner of your lips upward as if taking his silence for a confirmation. That smile grew, until you finally showed him your teeth, like a wild animal about to consume the flesh of their prey.
You slowly slid your tongue out of your mouth and traced his scar. Delicately, taking your time, following the cyan line from one side of his body, up to his bottom eyelashes. The demon had to resist the urge to roll his eye back at the nauseatingly warm and soft feeling.
“Well, you’re right.” You said when you finally stopped. “I am. And I’m already inside of you,”
Bill Cipher prided himself in being the most powerful being in the universe. He manipulated a weak mind to create a portal, he took Time Baby out, and he managed to get out of that awful prison he was confined to. He was the destined ruler of your and every dimension that existed. He was everything, at every time一 the all seeing eye, the sovereign of time.
And he felt small.
He felt small under the weight of your dilated pupils and your warm breath on his eyeball. He felt insignificant, unable to morph into something bigger. Somehow, with the shift of your tone and your energy, you had managed to block every logical thought that could come out of his brain.
Something in him was actually screaming danger .
“You may not love me now. But you will.” You whispered. “I will eat your insides, little by little, until all that’s left is me.”
Bill felt as if your eyes were sucking him in, as if he was losing himself to you, to your words. He was still conscious, he knew you’d put him under some kind of spell, but he couldn’t break it一 he couldn’t look away.
Why were you acting so dominant? And why did he felt drawn to you?
“I will consume what makes you, you. I will change you. Love will change you. Love for me.”
“You will kill for me, die for me, even.”
Your soft voice contradicted your threatening words一
Wait. Was he… was he trembling? Was the cold feeling on his back sweat?
Could he actually sweat?
“I will own you.”
He gulped. Or he would've if he had an actual mouth and throat.
You weren’t human. You couldn’t be human. No human would ever make him feel like this. Maybe you were actually inside, maybe you’d actually vanquish him, maybe you were right and he was doomed to lov一
Opening your eyes wide, you turned away. And Bill was finally able to break free from the trance you’d put him into. He heard you hurling, and when he managed to look at you he noticed you had your head buried on the small garbage bin you kept on the desk. It sounded like you were throwing up your own organs. You were gasping for air desperately before vomiting again. Absolutely disgusting. You were probably suffering.
Served you right.
When you emerged from the little recipient he noticed your face was completely red, mucus hanging from your nose and tears streaming out of the very eyes that minutes before had made him feel…
He didn’t even want to think about it.
You looked absolutely pathetic, as you should. You whined as you left the bin on the desk again and rested your head on the cool wood. He noticed trails of spit running down your chin as well. You were completely wrecked, seemingly a different person from the one that talked to him minutes before. You glanced at him one more time before groaning a bit more, lifting your arms to make a pillow for your heavy head.
He watched as your breath quieted down and you fell asleep in that dire state.
It almost felt like a fever dream. All that happened, that is. How you'd make him feel.
You were human alright. A stupid, imperfect and annoying human. And it pained him to accept that, because it meant that somehow you’d been able to completely overdrive his brain. The question was how.
The demon knew you had darkness inside, he’d seen it before. But he’d met dozens of humans with that exact trait. Then, what was so different about you… ?
Nothing. He wouldn’t think about it. It was a fluke. A slip of his mind. Not important.
When he came back to reality, Cipher realized that he had been doing things absentmindedly while he was deep in thought. He’d covered your with one of the blankets from your bed, and he had a glass with water on his hand. For a second, he did confirm smashing it on the wall, but then he remembered how awfully nasty you’d looked after puking, and he felt what he could only call pity. He left the glass by your side, right beside the little garbage bin full of vomit. He snickered, it would be funny to watch when you woke up.
He turned off the lights, his eye still fixated on your back and the way it delicately went up and down. You. Own him. He almost sneered.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he thought that if death in your arms were to be as warm as the hug you’d given him that one time… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.
He mentally slapped himself for thinking that.
You woke up feeling like shit. There was no more graceful way to put it. You groaned as you stretched your body, you’d spent the night on a chair and a table, your arms being the only cushion. On top of that, you had a terrible hangover that only let you remember a few of the events from last night.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!” Bill’s chirping voice made you moan in pain. You brought a hand to your temple.
“Ugh, Bill, could you… not… speak to me for a while?” Your voice was hoarse and you felt your throat dry.
“Whatever you say, Cooompaaaaasssss.” He purposely slurred his words, probably imitating the way you’d been talking the night before. You would've rolled your eyes if they didn’t sting terribly anytime you moved them.
It didn’t take you long to notice the glass of water on the table, just a couple of centimeters from you. Giving the triangle a side glance you took it and downed it in a single big gulp. You didn’t thank him though, because you knew he’d deny being the one that put it there.
You opened your mouth to ask him what had happened yesterday, and why you’d passed out on your desk instead of dragging yourself to bed, but a rancid smell stopped you. You sniffed your way towards the mini-bin you’d gotten for your desk, in order to keep the room clean whenever you’d a snack or some candy, and you were greeted by a pool of vomit sitting inside.
You gagged and turned away, the fast movement making you feel dizzy. “What the fuck?! Did I fucking throw up last night?!”
The volume of your own voice mixed with Bill’s loud laughter made you wince.