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anysinAnother Gravity Falls ficlet that is too skeevy for Tumblr, haha. Dipford with skeevy!Dipper, warnings for hypnosis and dub-con (not NSFW though).
Waywire Experiment
Dipper can't believe that Ford is letting him hypnotize him.
"Are you sure it will work?" He should be ashamed, really, of how much he wants Ford to be at his mercy; he is sure Ford's mind has been messed with enough for one lifetime. But it's not like Dipper is going to hurt him; he just wants to help Ford to relax, forget himself for a moment.
"It should work," Ford says, sitting down next to Dipper on the edge of Dipper's bed. "The metal plate is intended to protect me against demonic influences. Human interference requires different kind of protection."
Scientific side of Dipper is curious about what Ford means by that, but right now he has more interesting things on his mind. He smiles to Ford, trying his best to look enthusiastic and earnest while also containing his true excitement. "All right, let's do it then! You won't be sorry."
He doesn't miss the skeptical look in Ford's eyes, but he appreciates how quickly Ford hides it behind a smile.
Dipper expects a longer time to pass, but much to his surprise, it doesn't even take a minute for tension to start leaving Ford's body, his eyes closing as he listens to Dipper's instructions. Dipper keeps his voice as even as possible, whispering more than talking so Ford really has to concentrate on his words, so that he really forgets about the world around him. It makes him shiver, realizing that he's the center of Ford's universe right now.
"Just let your mind go empty and your body to relax," Dipper says, watching as Ford's worry lines disappear from his forehead. He has never minded Ford's age, but he looks younger without the constant concern on his face; it's a good look on him. It makes him more handsome than he has ever been.
Dipper can't resist; he gets up on his knees on the bed and leans toward Ford's soft, relaxed face, looking at his lips for a while before brushing his own tentatively against them.
"Dipper!"
Ford shudders, lines returning onto his face as he starts to frown. Dipper's breath hitches, and he turns around to see Mabel staring at him from the doorway of their room, eyes impossibly wide.
Waywire Experiment
Dipper can't believe that Ford is letting him hypnotize him.
"Are you sure it will work?" He should be ashamed, really, of how much he wants Ford to be at his mercy; he is sure Ford's mind has been messed with enough for one lifetime. But it's not like Dipper is going to hurt him; he just wants to help Ford to relax, forget himself for a moment.
"It should work," Ford says, sitting down next to Dipper on the edge of Dipper's bed. "The metal plate is intended to protect me against demonic influences. Human interference requires different kind of protection."
Scientific side of Dipper is curious about what Ford means by that, but right now he has more interesting things on his mind. He smiles to Ford, trying his best to look enthusiastic and earnest while also containing his true excitement. "All right, let's do it then! You won't be sorry."
He doesn't miss the skeptical look in Ford's eyes, but he appreciates how quickly Ford hides it behind a smile.
Dipper expects a longer time to pass, but much to his surprise, it doesn't even take a minute for tension to start leaving Ford's body, his eyes closing as he listens to Dipper's instructions. Dipper keeps his voice as even as possible, whispering more than talking so Ford really has to concentrate on his words, so that he really forgets about the world around him. It makes him shiver, realizing that he's the center of Ford's universe right now.
"Just let your mind go empty and your body to relax," Dipper says, watching as Ford's worry lines disappear from his forehead. He has never minded Ford's age, but he looks younger without the constant concern on his face; it's a good look on him. It makes him more handsome than he has ever been.
Dipper can't resist; he gets up on his knees on the bed and leans toward Ford's soft, relaxed face, looking at his lips for a while before brushing his own tentatively against them.
"Dipper!"
Ford shudders, lines returning onto his face as he starts to frown. Dipper's breath hitches, and he turns around to see Mabel staring at him from the doorway of their room, eyes impossibly wide.
