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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls, Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines, OC/OC, Dallas/Fray
  Character:
      Bill_Cipher, Dipper_Pines, Dallas_-_oc, Fray_-_oc
  Additional Tags:
      Somnophilia, Non-Consensual_Somnophilia, I_guess???, idk_-_Freeform, ive
      never_written_anything_like_this, Dipper_is_sleeping, bill_is_a_creep,
      This_is_probably_out_of_character, Kinktober_2017, please_do_not_judge
      me, Judge_Me, Dirty_Talk, Underage_Drinking, Underage_Sex
  Collections:
      Kinktober_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-02 Chapters: 2/31 Words: 2354
****** Fightmefairy's First Kinktober ******
by fightmefairy
Summary
     This is for kinktober 2017. It's gonna be gross. I am sorry.
     Day 1 - Somnophilia - BillDip
     Day 2- Dirty talk - OC's
Notes
     Welcome to my first kinktober. This is going to be a lot of first for
     me. Including this first which is both billdip and somnophilia. I
     tried my best but we all know sometimes we don't succeed. Anyway
     enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Day 1 - Somnophilia - BillDip *****
Dipper looked so at peace while he slept. Bill wondered if every human looked
like this while they slept. While it wasn't weird for Bill to be there as
Dipper slept, it was weird for Bill to be outside of Dipper’s dreams. But it
had been so tempting to watch Dipper sleep. There had been time and time again
when Bill was there in Dipper’s dreams and doing whatever the hell he wanted to
the boy. So much so that sharing with a room with his sister became impossible.
Mabel had made so much fun of Dipper that Dipper had actually banned Bill from
sex dreams. It was a ban that was still in place and it frustrated Bill to no
end. It obviously frustrated Dipper too but he was a stubborn boy.
Bill floated above Dipper, close to Dipper’s face. Admittedly Dipper looked
cuter asleep and unmoving then he did awake. Awake Dipper was full of sass and
always telling Bill “no” or “stop that”. Even in his dreams Dipper had quite
the mouth on him. It would be so much easier if Bill could just…
Before he knew it Bill found himself pulling off Dipper’s covers. When the boy
didn't stir at all Bill began to work faster, pushing up Dipper’s shirt and
revealing the soft pale skin underneath. Dipper’s chest rises slowly up and
down with his rhythmic breathing. Bill lowered his mouth and kissed at the
skin. Soft pecks turning into rougher nicks and potential bruises. Dipper still
slept soundly not noticing a thing Bill was doing. Without any protest Bill
continued down his path, mouthing at Dipper’s soft member. After properly
dampening Dipper’s boxers, Bill pulled them off freeing Dipper’s now semi hard
penis. Careful not to scrape his sharp teeth too hard against Dipper’s penis,
Bill downed it all in one swift motion. He was much less careful going slowly,
Bill was never very good at subtlety and he wasn't about to learn how to now.
Besides if Pine Tree was to wake up, and most in not all of Bill hoped he
didn't, Bill wasn't stopping no matter how much Dipper tried to push him off.
Bill sucked roughly, forcing Dipper to his absolute hardness. The rest of
Dipper’s body began to react to the treatment and Bill found himself staring up
at Dipper’s flushing face. Bill had seen Dipper blush a thousand times before,
most at his own hand, but this calm face plus the reddening of his cheeks was a
new feeling. Molesting the kid in his sleep like this shouldn't have turned
Bill on as much as it did. He could already hear Dipper’s bagging voice in the
back of his head, “You can't just give me b-blowjobs in my sleep you creep!”
But telling Bill Cipher not to do something never went smoothly. Besides what
kind of demon would he be if he didn't take the opportunity to do bad. It was
practically written in his code.
Above Bill came a soft, barely audible pant of “Melissa”. Bill practically
snarled at the name. A bratty brunette from back home. Dipper had developed a
pseudo crush on her after they hung out once or twice. Bill shouldn't have been
so mad about her as he was. He wasn't one for monogamy but Dipper was his and
absolutely no one else's. And to top it off this was Bill being kind and
treating Dipper. This was not some back bleachers blow job.
Bill removed his mouth and watched as Dipper’s face scrunched in non verbal
protest. Bill rolled his eye as he replaced his mouth with his hand, going far
too slowly too teasingly. Dipper needed to understand that this wasn't some
slut from school but Bill and Bill could make this go south very very quickly.
Dipper’s face relaxed and went back to his original peaceful expression. Bill
raised two fingers to his mouth, slicking them up. Once he was wet enough his
carefully pushed up Dipper’s hips and pushed in on finger. Surprisingly, it
wasn't very hard to push in his finger. Bill supposed it was because he
couldn’t exactly see what to be afraid of.
Dipper’s mouth fell open as Bill began to line up his pumping. Bill’s mouth
found his way to Dipper’s hip, where he began kissing and biting. Dipper’s
breath quickened slightly still deep in sleep. Bill began to get more
ambitious, going harder going faster. Dipper’s face was beginning to crinkle,
edging to a desperate look. Bill adored it. Dipper was so much more fun when he
was quiet and calm. Dipper’s reactions were there but they were minimum, barely
noticeable. It was only when Bill heard Dipper breath out his name that Bill
realized just how fucking hard he was. If Bill wasn't certain he’d wake up
Dipper if he fucked him right, Bill would have taken him right then and there.
Instead he took to resuming his blow job and using his now free hand to pump
himself.
Bill was beginning to lose control and he was sure that Dipper was close. He
sucked harder, squeezed himself tighter, and pushed his fingers in deeper.
There was no denying how much this turned Bill on. He thought sex dreams were
good but sex with someone who’s dreaming this was a whole new high. He wanted
to slam him into the mattress, make him scream out Bill over and over again.
Force him to beg for release but instead Bill allowed Dipper to stay quiet.
Dipper’s breathing got even faster, more shallow. He was close so damn close.
Bill pushed his fingers in one last time, hitting Dipper perfectly in that
magic spot. Dipper grunted and came, body tensing then relaxing. Bill watched
as Dipper lulled himself back into his deep sleep. Watching Dipper calming
drift off, unaware of what just happened, Bill lost it. With one last pump Bill
came, spilling over the sheets.
After cleaning up Dipper and pulling the covers back over his shoulder, Bill
took back to his original position of floating above Dipper. Suddenly a hand
reaches out and pulls Bill down to Dipper’s side. For a second Bill was caught
off guard but eventually wraps his arms around Dipper.
“Night Pine Tree”
“Night Bill”
***** Day 2 - Dirty talk - OC's *****
Chapter Summary
     Day 2 - Dirty talk - OC's
     Dallas forces Fray to a shitty highschool party and ends up getting
     Fray so frazzled they actually go off to have sex
Chapter Notes
     This is dirty talk which is completely new to me even though I'm a
     big sex addict? My voice tends to be shy during sex irl so trying to
     write anything that was "dirty" was hard. I don't even think it's
     exactly there but that's life I guess. There's implied underage
     drinking and implied underage sex but I never explicitly state their
     ages.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had been a long night. Too long of a night. Dallas took it upon himself to
invite the two of them to a party. For someone who claimed they hated being
around drunk folks and partying, Dallas did an awful lot of it. It wasn’t
anything fancy, no expensive bottles of booze or other rich people Dallas could
mossy up to. No it was a pretty standard high school party. Fray had even asked
what the catch was with this place. Dallas would always have no less than
perfect no matter what the occasion.
“It’s more accessible for my less. Fortunate friends,” Dallas had purred while
pulling Fray inside. Fray should have been offended but recently Dallas had
taken to insulting his friends rather than Fray. Although it was wrong it felt
good to be out of fire from Dallas’s fake and rude comments. It had taken a
year and two months but better late than never Fray supposed. Immediately
Dallas pulled Fray to the bar where he met up with a skittish looking Mary. She
held a drink in her hand but was too busy looking around the room to even drink
it. Dallas startled her when he touched her hand and Mary just about spilled
her whole drink down Dallas. Quickly catching Dallas’s glare Mary moved the
drink away from the two of them and instead looked behind Fray from his trail
of gang members. Which there was none of them, they disappeared the moment they
walked into the party.
“Will you relax?” Dallas hissed out, “I brought to a party without drug lords
and pimps. You’ll be fine. Have a drink that’s not a cooler” Mary looked like
as if she was ready to protest but as Dallas handed her a different, stronger
drink, she swallowed her words and took a sip. Dallas had a look on his face
that read mischief and Dallas and mischief never went well together. After
getting Mary relatively drunk, Dallas lead her to the dance floor. Fray
followed behind, trusting this crowd much less than their normal crowd.
Although he knew they weren’t a threat to Dallas’s safety they were sure
annoying to deal with. Nothing was worse than a self entitled boy.
Fray stood by and kept his hands on Dallas’s hips, keeping him close and away
from prying creepy eyes. Dallas eventually pushed Mary into a boy’s arm and
took to grinding into Fray. Dallas knew that Fray wouldn’t be happy about it
but Dallas didn’t care. Things were about Dalla’s happiness, not Fray’s. Dallas
leaned back into Fray, knocking his hips back and forth. Lazily Dallas dipped
his head back against Fray’s shoulder. Fray leaned into the gentle touch,
embracing the small form of affection.
“You know what would be wonderful,” Dallas hummed, pushing against Fray even
more, “you fucking me like the total slut I am,” the words slip past Dallas’s
lips before Fray has much time to respond. He’s shell shocked for a moment but
before he can say anything Dallas cuts him off by pressing himself hard up
against Fray.
“Dallas maybe we should sit down-”
“No,” Dallas quickly barks cutting off Fray, “I want attention and I want to
dance. You’ll give me both. You’ll give your perfect prince anything right”
Dallas looks at Fray with that face that’s just too hard to resist and soon
Fray is being dragged farther into the crowd. There’s no escaping Dallas and
his ploys.
“Grind against me. Harder. Oh yes! Right there,” Fray tries to pull himself
away from Dallas but his resolve is breaking. Maybe just for a little bit he’d
allow himself to touch Dallas in this way. Besides Dallas was drunk and
probably wouldn’t remember much of this night anyway. For a moment both of them
could have fun. Dallas turns, wrapping his arms tightly around Fray's neck.
Fray still has his grip tight on his waist. Dallas pushed flush against Fray
and Fray looked around to see if people were looking at them. Everyone seemed
to be minding their own business and for a moment fray could pretend like him
and Dallas were alone.
“You know you want to do it. You’ve always wanted to do it. Fray you can
pretend all you want but I’ve seen your face when i talk about my ex’s, they
way they’ve dicked me in the past. You want to do it to me too don’t you. Claim
me as your slut and your slut only” Dallas’s words are too sweet, they don’t
match what he’s saying and Fray find himself gripping at his hips even tighter.
Dallas practically moans at the rougher treatment and grinds himself into Fray,
begging for more. Fray licks his lip and avoids looking at the perfectly pale
neck outstretched in front of him.
“Pretty please with lot’s and lots of sugar on top. It’s the least you can do
for me. You know how much I want you. I want your cock oh so bad. And you want
to know what i feel like. I see it in your eyes” Dallas is pushing him closer
to the edge. Fray promised himself he wouldn’t just fuck Dallas. They’d have a
relationship. This wasn't going to be another one night stand. But it had been
and year and dallas kept pushing and pushing Fray closer and closer to his
breaking point. Fray knew Dallas wanted it but Fray wasn’t such just what he
wanted himself. There were times where fray wanted to fuck him. Make him see
stars and stripes and allowing him to really feel exactly how much Fray loved
him. Other times Fray wanted to mark up Dallas and even if Dallas would cover
all the bruises the next morning they’d still be there. Signs that Dallas was
fray’s and Fray’s only. Fray never thought of Dallas as property but sometimes,
sometimes Dallas just pushed too far. Suddenly Dallas is at Fray’s ear,
whispering words of seduction and teasing into his ear.
“I want you to take away my last strains of innocence. Can you do that for me?
Pretty please Fray”
Before Dallas even has time to finish his last syllable, Fray has them in a
private room, kicking out the sloppy drunk couples littering the floor. Fray
locked the door behind them, adding a chair under the door handle for good
measure. Dallas spreads himself across the bed, pushing up his soft valet
shirt. He’s getting what he wants. Dallas always gets what he wnats. Fray’s
soon on top; of Dallas, planting soft but passionate kisses on his neck.m
“Please Fray,” Dallas breaths out, “mark me, claim me, show the world I belong
to you” Fray’s tempted to tell Dallas it’s the other way around. That Dallas
has Fray wrapped around his finger, but when Dallas’s fingers find themselves
in Fray’s hair, all previous thoughts leave him and all he can focus on is the
barely panting boy under him. He wants to destroy him but make him beautiful
all at the same time.
“Do you understand what you’re getting yourself into?” Fray asks, nervousness
slipping through as he continues to freckle kisses across Dallas’s neck and jaw
bone.
“Yes fray! Pretty please! I’ve been good all day just for this moment” Dallas’s
lip juts out and Fray can’t help but capture it with his own. They’re soft and
plump, lustful and innocent all at once. It intoxicating and Fray can barely
get a thought together.
“You really are as much of a slut as they say. But you’re my slut and no one
else's,” Fray breaths the words over dallas’s mouth. You can barely hear it
over the thundering music from behind the door, but the way Dallas shutters at
the words tells Fray he should have done this a long, long time ago.
Chapter End Notes
     I have not proof read any of this and don't really plan to because
     reading my own smut makes me super embarrassed.
End Notes
     Hope you enjoyed. I'm gonna try to make it through all 31 day's but I
     cannot make any promises.
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