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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Dipper_Pines/The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines, Dipper_Gleeful/
      Stanford_Gleeful
  Character:
      Dipper_Gleeful, Reverse!Dipper, Stanford_Gleeful, Reverse!Ford
  Additional Tags:
      Sub!Ford, Dom!Dipper, Rough_Sex, Incest, Established_Relationship, Uncle-
      Nephew_Relationship, age_gap, Large_age_gap, Power_Dynamics
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-24 Words: 1484
****** A Late Night Session ******
by SinKing
Summary
     It's not uncommon for the infamous Gleeful's to induldge in acts
     otherwise thought taboo or dangerous.
     Dipper and Stanford's relationship is a constant of many fleeting
     crimes.
Notes
     WHOO! Ive been DYING to write me a Rev!Dipford fic and here it is, i
     finally got insperation! Thanks a shitton to the requestee!
     Here you go, boo.
See the end of the work for more notes
The older Gleeful groaned deeply and with a heavy sigh as his back settled from
  its arch down onto the satin sheets below. He returned his hands from their
 grip on his nephews hips to under the pillow to clench at fabric and feathers
within. He truly wonders why it's always a bit of a struggle to get him to fit
 inside, they first chalked it up to his age and lack of sexual participation
for many years but they've been doing this for a year themselves now, yet here
              they still are, easing slowly into the penetration.
 "Are we doing okay, Stanford?" The cool, collected voice of his nephew spoke
  through his slight haze. He simply nodded, clearing his throat softly as he
 looked at the seventeen year old nestled between his legs, buried to the hilt
 inside of him. The sight was intoxicating to say the least. He enjoyed giving
  Dipper a good pounding especially when he was so small, but this past years
 growth spurt proved to Stanford that bottoming his great nephew was much more
pleasurable. He would even go to the lengths to say that Dipper could fuck him
                  better than William; the family pet-demon.
  Dipper returned the nod. "I'm starting now." He always liked to give verbal
warnings, whether during sex or a routine training session. When the thrusting
began, Stanford allowed himself to get lost in the ecstasy. He didn't think nor
 speak about anything, which was quite the rarity for the old magician as his
 mind was constantly bombarded with thoughts, some he knew weren't his own but
 elected to ignore 99% of the time. His head tilted back, exposing his neck to
   the barrage of hungry kisses and bites that Dipper had to offer. His eyes
fluttered closed, rocking delightfully underneath his nephew's strong hips, the
 pace was just right for him. Thrust after thrust with absolute precision, not
 too fast and with the exact amount of aggression; Stanford groaned and pulled
 at his pillow, thoroughly enjoying anything Dipper had to offer him and more.
   Dipper's perfect teeth abused the slightly loose skin at his neck making
  beautiful marks into him that he knew he would have to cover the following
morning. Its not that their family didn't know, quite the opposite actually but
  truthfully; Hickies, teeth marks and scratches, these imperfections should
   never pepper a Gleefuls porcelain skin for too long. He'd leave them for
tonight, Dipper would understand why his artistic work would be missing in the
morning. Just because they didn't stay for too long didn't mean Stanford didn't
  belong to him and on that thought said man moaned in delight when Dipper's
               pearly whites sank into his collarbone with ease.
 Yes, he belonged to his nephew and he'd say it proudly. Dipper proved himself
more than enough of a powerful sorcerer, family member and dare he say, man, to
  hold the title of being his Great Uncle's life partner. He had been working
towards it since Stanford came back into his life when he was a mere ten years
 old, that was a birthday he'd never forget, along with the summer when he was
  twelve. Dipper let out a soft gasp when he felt the dull nails of his uncle
 clawing down his back, all twelve fingers causing quickly to rise red streaks
along his powder white skin. The two weren't much of noise makers when it came
  to sex, the room was filled with the dull creaking of the mattress, a thick
       slapping sound mixed with punched out groans and ragged breaths.
 Stanford continued to scratch at Dipper's back in a vain attempt to hold onto
the skin, spreading his thighs as wide as his body would let him. He needed him
 closer, he wanted so much more than he was receiving but knew better than to
  speak and ruin the moment, Dipper only took orders from him outside of the
  bedroom after all. In here, Stanford has no say so, no leverage against his
 lover and he absolutely loves finally belonging to someone. Finally having an
  equal to challenge him and he even finds himself hoping that Dipper will be
 stronger than him some day, he admires and begs to be put down by his nephew.
 He whispers Dipper's name, his true name, and he's triggered his lover into a
 frenzy just as he expected. He wasn't expecting Dipper to pull away from him
however. The Gleeful boy gripped Stanford's calves and yanked them up over his
   shoulders much to his uncle's surprise and slight discomfort as he leaned
forward, effectively pushing his legs further back until they were a few pushes
 from touching his chest. Dipper propped himself against the thick thighs with
   his hands also planted on either side of Stanford's head, the man's spine
 curved undoubtedly uncomfortably to accommodate the position. Dipper grinned
                                   sharply.
"You look very delectable like this, Uncle." He feigned a coo down at the older
   man of whoms face was in a much different look than it typically situated
itself in. He was panting, mouth open slightly to reveal the fact. Face painted
 a delightful shade of embarrassing red, Stanford was stuck between glaring at
 the boy and frowning in discomfort leaving him with quite the expressive look
   contrasting his average cold poker face. Dipper ate it up. Stanford was a
breath away from complaining violently, he knew his body even as fit as he kept
  it couldn't survive unscathed and uncramped from this position before that
breath was shoved right out of his throat in the form of a choked moan. Dipper
  continued to snap his hips in rough, slow intervals as he gave a soft grunt
 with each piston. He closed his eyes as he reveled in the way his great uncle
  tried fighting back the moans that were escaping his gut, his six fingered
 hands were straining and fisting the expensive sheets as his body shifted and
           repeatedly rolled from the strength behind Dipper's hips.
 He bit down into his lip, eyes clenched shut and brows furrowed in delicious
  pain, his face told much more than he would ever say and Dipper snuck a few
peeks with a deep chuckle. Stanford did his best to ignore it simply trying to
   focus solely on the pounding he was receiving in a possible new favorite
 position. Only beneath Dipper would he ever admit to enjoying the feeling of
 being vulnerable and weak, the young man had an incredible way of sparking it
                       in him in just the right manner.
Stanford wasn't an easy man to make cum but Dipper managed, the pace grew quick
 and hasty towards the end as it always did with the two Gleefuls just begging
 to cross the finish line and Stanford achieved it first to his slight dismay.
  He grunted and clenched his jaw as he came onto his own chest and stomach,
 worrying about the mess later and getting lost in pleasure now, he let out a
  hefty content sigh as Dipper continued to move his hips. Stanford was left
   without the rather pleasing sensation of Dipper pouring into him with the
recent addition of a condom to their sex; It was just much easier to have Will
clean up after them that way. Besides, they weren't filthy pigs, though he does
                             miss the raw contact.
 Dipper gave a few more half-hearted grinds into his uncle before leaning back
 enough to set the old man's legs down and pull himself out. He grimaced as he
 slipped the messy rubber off, simply setting it on the desk for their servant
 to deal with later, they never cleaned up after their escapades. There was no
  cuddling or pillow talk after sex for them. They simply took the time they
 needed to relax lying down before either one of them left first, depending on
where they were. They were currently in Dipper's bedroom, so Stanford made his
    way off the bed a few minutes after they finished. Dipper watched with
 confidence and pride in his chest as his uncle got dressed with slight aching
                                  difficulty.
"What are you looking so smug for, boy?" He questioned with a snap of his tone
 but Dipper simply smirked, not bothering to reply as he's sure Stanford knew
why. He did, and wasn't too happy with it. He was already feeling sore, and now
he had to travel to his room and go to bed like this. With a roll of his eyes,
 he ruffled Dipper's hair much to Dipper's absolute horror as he smiled, happy
 with his petty revenge. He kissed the constellation on Dipper's forehead with
 care, the rare times he'd ever show it, before he swiftly exited his nephew's
  bedroom, passing by the shivering blue triangle. He couldn't stop the smile
 from appearing on his face as the demon was wearing the maid outfit Mabelline
                           had constructed for him.
End Notes
     I'm always a slut for Bottom!Ford and Top!Dipper so i combined them,
     yessir.
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