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phenomenal work! Thanks!

Title: The heat is on! Gravity Falls

It's another scorcher in Gravity Falls - where the sun hangs high and the AC never seems to work. Luckily for Dipper, though, he's been back in town long enough to know how this works, how best to beat the heat - leave it to Wendy! And that proves a very viable plan when he finds himself invited to a backyard pool party a short while into his day, arriving at Wendy's place to find her recently installed pool occupied by Wendy, herself, and Tambry.

And since it's so hot, Wendy mentioned in her text, swimsuits are optional.

At first, it's a somewhat timid story wherein Dipper gets used to skinny dipping for the first time in a long while - though it gradually shifts as he becomes more comfortable in the water, in watching Wendy's firm freckled body floating through the pool just as Tambry's own bare naked frame emerges from the crystal clear water. It's just a nice, relaxing day, in effort to beat the heat.

Till Tambry quite crudely points out Dipper's boner, and Wendy teases Tambry into a pool-wide race to see who gets it first. Dipper asks if he gets a say, then is asked if he really wants one. He looks down at his own hard shame, then at the two nice naked ladies that are about to race for claim to his cock, and shakes his head no.

Of course, it's too close to call, and so the winners split the prize - Dipper's hiked up onto dry land, his legs spread with Tambry sucking at his balls while Wendy handles his cock - though it's Tambry who lunges from the water and hooks her legs around his waist first in a furious, rapid bounce in his lap that sees him moan and fill her womb before she slips back into the pool.

Wendy hops her ass up into his lap just after, riding him hard and teasing him about the heated expression on his face - asking that if he's still so hot, why don't they get back in? Dipper chuckles as he agrees, and finds himself for the first time having sex with someone underwater - with Wendy pinning his waist to the side of the pool until she feels his cock throb inside of her.

As the two aimlessly float in relief ahead of him, Dipper slouches back and wipes a bit of the sweat from his brow. The sun's fading over the tree line, now, his cum yet leaks into the waters from betwen both Tambry and Wendy's legs. He gnaws gently at his lower lip, trying to swallow what he wants to say - until he can't help but blurt it out.

"Er, you guys, your...prize is still feeling kind of...hot." He says, the tip of his yet hard cock poking from just beyond the surface of the water.

Wendy and Tambry stir in the water, swim back towards him and soon enough Dipper finds himself being stroked on by Wendy's hand while Tambry alternates between breaths above the water and sucks of his cock beneath it, as shadows finally start falling over the town again.

#gravity fucks #they race bc its called. yknow. called heats in a. in a water race. the heat is on? eh? eh?#lemon #aged-up characters and all that #wendipbry #dipper pines #tambry #wendy corduroy

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"The movie is R-rated", Gravity Falls

Dipper treats Wendy to a movie of her choice on his latest return to the Falls - she picks something he might have expected, an R-rated slasher flick that...has nobody else really in attendance. There's a few further down, some folks in the corners, but it seems nobody quite cares for the genre in town anymore.

Which works out fine for Wendy, who's already lowered her jeans by the time the last trailer rolls

And though Dipper's bashful about such a thing, he's not one to stop her hand from reaching into his shorts and stroking his cock hard through the opening credits. Nor does he care to say anything when she takes his tighty whities down with his shorts and help herself into his lap, their popcorn bucket stashed the next seat over while she makes herself comfortable on top of him.

He doesn't even quite complain about missing the gorey details of the movie - focused instead on groping Wendy's chest from behind, his hands under her shirt while she steadily rides his cock in this otherwise public setting. Some flash photography does go off, some muttering from those in the audience, but Dipper's too lost in the pleasure of Wendy's hairy pussy to notice that fewer and fewer of the already scarce crowd are watching them and not the movie.

It's just as well they give those in attendance a good show, as Wendy raises herself up and pries her shirt off. She turns and smothers Dipper in her freckled tits, bouncing more loudly and intently in his lap while Dipper clings to her ass for whatever life he's got left - before he finally groans, his balls drained into Wendy just as their lips meet.

The moment's oddly passionate given the monster on-screen, though Dipper comes to snap out of it as he hears a meager applause that's not happening because the final girl managed to outwit her enemy - but because those few around them might have just seen Wendy knocked up for themselves, and though he's flustered and shy, Dipper can't find it in himself to deny Wendy a bit of a post-credits scene - with the lights slowly coming up as she bends herself over the seat ahead of them, wiggling her ass in his face until he mounts her - teasing Dipper about giving them an encore as he starts to thrust.

#gravity fucks #lemon #aged-up characters and all that #wendip #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #gravity falls

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nautiscarader · 1 day

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Little pianist 🎵

#animation #animated #gif #oppossum #music #pianist #piano #toy #animal #flipnote

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nautiscarader · 1 day

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bad news: I ate all the cupcales

Good news: @noblesnook has written ton of stuff for the soul

bad news: I still have random fevers

good news: I baked blueberry muffins

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nautiscarader · 2 days

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wendip-in the snow

"C'mon, Dip," Wendy placed her palm against a snow covered tree, while her other hand fiddled with the clasp of her belt. "You wanted something new, now's your chance."

"Er, when I said that, I was thinking something, y'know..." Dipper watched as her jeans slacked down her legs, a bashful chuckle behind his words. "Warmer."

But Wendy certainly wasn't wrong in her words or intent. Dipper had mused aloud just a short while ago, from within the warmth of the cabin they'd come to share, on how to keep a spice to their yet budding intimacy. They'd do so much together in the time since he'd first returned to the Fall that he worried just as to how things would remain interesting.

They conversed on the matter for a time. Wendy was as nonchalant as ever, and had insisted that was of no concern. Dipper felt the same, but didn't want to risk boring her. He wanted to show her that he truly was up for anything, that the limitations they might have had as a formerly long distance booty call were a thing of the past.

That, and a glance out the window at the winter storm that raged over the Falls, had sparked inspiration. Wendy had told him to bundle himself up and together, clad in scarves and jackets, they trekked out into the faintly icy forest. He hadn't been sure just what had crossed her mind, himself having rambled while her idea took shape.

Now however, with Wendy's bare and heavily freckled ass presented to him, he felt himself quite sure of what she'd intended.

"Well," Wendy teased with a shake of her hips. "It's not getting any warmer, dude, so...

"So, um..." Dipper swallowed, his exhale steamed through his lips. "You just want to, like, right here?"

"Yep." Wendy leaned herself further forward, a grin on her face. "No better place, eh?"

"There's...probably a few better places." Dipper quietly chuckled, his gloved hands pressed together in front of his chest.

"Really?" Wendy reached back along her ass and spread one cheek slightly from the other. "Better than this?"

Dipper stared, reddened and bashful all the same, with a slight grin and a twitch in his pants. "Er...Well-"

"C'mon, Dipper," Wendy beckoned him again, a whistle to her words as she spread herself further. "It's nice and warm in here."

Dipper felt his fingers fidget inside of his gloves, he heard the snow crunch beneath him as he stood still. His eyes widened as Wendy's flaunted her either hole, her subtle chuckling enough that his ears pricked up. He felt a throb between his legs and a stir below his belt, his face chilled by the cold that flowed over the forest.

Wendy's eyes narrowed at him, in contrast, and she shook her hips again. "All yours, dude."

He grit his teeth as the wind briefly whipped at him, itself against his back as if to nudge him forward. While he had little issue in seeing her naked at this stage, Dipper hadn't been sold on this impromptu idea - until now, at least. He reached for his own belt and clipped it loose, then slowly trudged himself the short distance between them. He walked in the outlines of her footsteps as his jeans fell to his ankles, his boxers joining the garment once he'd finally placed his hands to Wendy's ass.

The cold on his now bare cock made him shiver, though it just as well seemed to further stiffen his length. It throbbed in between his gloved fingers as he took hold of himself at the base and ground the precum that dribbled at the head of his shaft against Wendy's taint. She chuckled at the sensation, her head still back at him as he prodded at her pussy.

"Hah, yeah," She cooed as he sank into her, inch by inch. "Nice and warm."

Dipper gave her a slight nod before she faced forward again, his teeth faintly visible behind his parted lips. Though embracing her did little about the chill around them, again she was proven right. Her pussy felt so much warmer, and even tighter around him than had become usual. Maybe that was just the cold playing with his mind, but he certainly wasn't about to complain.

The cold did, at least, fracture his movement for a time. It was gradual and somewhat erratic, at one moment firm and the other more soft. He felt the snowfall against what was exposed of his thighs, against his largely bare legs and even along what of his abdomen peeked from his shirt.

Yet, for as much as he'd hesitated, it slowly faded both from his mind and senses. The heat he felt off the curves of Wendy's ass each time it pressed back against his hips, the warmth of her pussy around his cock as it throbbed inside of her. Dipper churned himself more confidently after a scant few moments, his eyes rolled shut and his arms around her waist.

His thumbs slid along the small of her back as he held onto her, his fingers tensed around her flesh. Their bodies grew audible just as their moans grew louder, shared at first in hushed, softened tones that gradually loosened from their throats. Wendy, as was typical, was more retrained, her groaning more akin to grunts she managed to swallow.

Dipper, however, was not simply louder than her, but more so than usual. Spurred on by the snow that fell around them, he harshly smacked his waist up to Wendy's ass again and again, the branches of the tree shaking above them while he squeaked and groaned. Whatever self control he'd exhibited and whatever stayed his hand at first faded with the heat of Wendy's pussy contrasting with the chill of winter that surrounded him.

His knees dug into the sides of her ass, an instinct that burned in his mind. He wanted to mount her, in the moment, yet the wad of fabrics between his legs that grew increasingly coated by snow kept him on the ground. That might have been for the best, though, as Wendy started sticking her ass further back - and not entirely out of her own intention.

The snow beneath her boots gave way to a slight sheet of ice, one that cracked and fractured under her weight. She slipped further backwards, inadvertent in how her body met his every thrust. Wendy glanced downward after a moment, just enough to see if there was anything she should be worried about. When she noticed even more ice glistening at the back of her heel, she made the issue known in the best was she could.

She pulled away from him, suddenly and with ease. Dipper's eyes widened and a whine slipped from his throat at the loss of heat. He stood there bottomless on the edge of the snowy forest, slow to open his eyes and slower still to process what had happened. He noticed the ice beneath their feet first, then a clearer patch of grass where Wendy now stood.

Then, he realized, Wendy had placed her back against the tree. More than that, she'd unzipped her jacket and pried her top up to reveal her breasts. She said nothing to him and only grinned as she wagged her finger directly in front of his face, a smug beckon of his attention that Dipper simply couldn't resist.

He lunged his weight to her so firmly that masses of snow fell from the tree that towered over them. Dipper smeared his lips to her, riled up and lost in his bodily lust, while his cock sank back into her pussy. Wendy stepped from her abandoned jeans and curled a single leg around his waist, the snow on the heel of her boot cold against his half bare flesh.

Dipper only winced at the sensation, then stuffed his tongue further into her mouth. He moaned down her throat and more roughly slammed himself against her, their hips audible in how they clashed. She huffed steam in his face and curled her fingers along either cheek of his ass, thoroughly squeezing on his chilled flesh while he humped her firmly to the tree.

"Ah, yeah, c'mon," Wendy pressed her gloved fingertips along the rim of his asshole. "So fucking good, dude."

The praise pricked at his ears, and Dipper only further intensified his attention. His hips smacked to hers, time and again, while his lips parted from her own with thin lines of drool between them. He used that to coat her chest in a faint warmth, sucking marks along the curve of one freckled breast before he sucked on the other. His tongue rolled over Wendy's nipples and his teeth grazed between them, a kiss planted against the sweat she held between her tits.

Wendy dug her heel in, somewhat without thought. Her arms wrapped more tightly around his frame while her breathing grew frantic. Perhaps made easier by the cold the snow brought with it or simply spurred on by how much Dipper had given her, Wendy huffed and groaned as she felt her pussy clench around him and her heart skip a beat.

Dipper noticed the sensation with a moan. One that turned slowly into a near purr that only muffled as their lips met again. His hips continued to churn at a more subtle, subdued pace as he came inside of Wendy's aching pussy, their eyes locked and narrowed with a smolder shared between them. He laced his arms around what he could of her back, her palms pressed flat against his ass.

And slowly, Dipper reared himself back again. He shot strands of cum along Wendy's waist and stomach before the pleasure finally faded, with most of his load dribbling from her pussy. Wendy pressed at the mess with a few errant fingertips, warmly groaning as she worked his cum further into herself before she slumped back against the base of the tree. Dipper staggered back a half step, but maintained his posture enough to instead lean his head against her chest.

The two of them stood largely motionless as the snow continued to fall around them. It coated their hats, jackets and scarves in a thin and faint glow of white before either properly moved. When Dipper raised his head again, steam continued to build from his every breath, a steam which mingled with Wendy's own as they simply held each other.

"Wendy, ah, I..." Dipper started to speak in the hopes of something romantic or intimate leaving his lips, but instead found himself distracted. "Er, wait-"

Wendy raised a brow as he stepped back. "What's up, dude?"

"Nothing, just-" Dipper squinted far above her, which made her tilt her head upward. "I think this tree has some mistletoe in it."

"No way," Wendy glanced at the branch which carried just what he'd said, a batch of mistletoe only revealed by their tryst. "Hah! What are the odds, eh?"

"Right?" Dipper chuckled with her, his eyes back at hers. "Though, y'know, mistletoe is actually kind of dangerous to trees like this, like an infection that-"

"Hey, DIpper?" Wendy interrupted him with a soft giggle and a finger over his lips. "Y'know what even the biggest nerds do under the mistletoe?"

Dipper blushed, a bashful scoff on his tongue. "They, uh, stop rambling and make out with their booty call girlfriend?"

"Yeah," Wendy leaned back against the tree and wagged her finger again. "So come kiss me."

Dipper continued to chuckle with a hand briefly placed along the back of his neck. He watched as she beckoned him closer again, felt it as a more gentle breeze rolled over them. Wendy stood just a mere step ahead of him, all but naked and coated in the same cum that ran gradually down one of her thighs. And with a tender sigh, Dipper wrapped his arms back around her frame and met his lips to hers all over again, themselves clouded by the steam of their shared breath.

#gravity fucks #12 days of fuckmas #lemon #aged-up characters and all that #wendip #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #gravity falls

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nautiscarader · 2 days

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How about wendip for 1, early in their relationship. Maybe it's time for Dip to go back home and Wendy wants to give him something so he won't forget about her! Like he ever would.

"Well," Dipper said, his eyes skyward and his tone soft. "Looks like the storm's breaking up after all, for now at least."

He stood at the window and simply stared for a moment, at the snow as it softened and settled. Though he wore a slight smile at the faint sight of the bus stop, behind his eyes he knew all too well what the storm breaking meant for his future. That he'd be pulled again from the Falls, and the warmth he'd found there in the years since his returns became habitual.

"Guess that means, uh," Dipper glanced back at Wendy and the fire that flickered in her fireplace. "I better get going. Bus'll probably be here soon."

"Right," Wendy smiled, her arms wide and open to invite him in. "Gonna miss you, dude."

"Gonna miss you too," Dipper gently chuckled as he embraced her. "Y'know, as usual."

"Yeah," Wendy squeezed her arms around his frame. "As usual."

Dipper held her tightly for as long as he felt he could. His bags were already packed and set by the door, the bus and its ever determined driver sure to appear at any moment. But Dipper could have stood there by the crackling flame for an eternity, his eyes rolled shut and his arms around Wendy's sides. His favorite place in the world, and one he wished he'd not have to rush away from.

Wendy, however, seemed to be trying to give him some reason to stay. It took him a moment to feel it, but her hands had cupped along the curves of his ass despite the fabric he'd bundled himself up in. That wasn't what truly caught his attention, though, but rather the sound of metal coming unclasped and then, the sensation of his jeans growing loose around his waist.

"Hah, er, hey," Dipper chuckled, his face tinged in red. "I think I kinda need these pulled up, or else-"

He started to step away, but swallowed his remark as he felt warmth press down around the bulge in his briefs. Dipper's eyes widened at the heat of Wendy's palm, his gaze slowly floating upward until it met her own sultry expression. She wore a smirk, one he'd grown all too familiar with, while she kneaded against his crotch.

"Relax, dude," Wendy tensed her fingers along the outline of his cock. "Just...giving you something to remember me by, yeah??"

"Ah, er-" Dipper swallowed, then managed a smile. "Can't really say no to that, can I?"

Wendy ran her thumb along his forehead, her eyes narrowed. "No, you can't."

She slipped her fingers in past the tightly wound band of his underwear and, with a chuckle in her throat, Wendy pressed her lips to his own. Stood in front of the fireplace as it raged, Dipper leaned into her without much hesitation or second thought. That warmth was, as it always was, all too inviting. She pulled him in, and effortlessly wrapped him around her fingers.

Almost literally, in this case.

Wendy unabashedly gripped at his cock beneath his clothing, she stroked at him until he was throbbing hard and leaking with precum. Only once he squeaked into her mouth did she pry his briefs down enough that his length was freed, his pants sagged to his ankles and his hands slipped around to her chest on instinct once they broke apart, strands of drool fading between them.

"Yeah," Wendy trailed her thumb back from the corner of his lips. "You're gonna remember this, huh?"

"Nh, yeah," Dipper nodded, his own grin fractured and soaked in blush. "I...remember all of them."

Wendy giggled, then stepped back. Her grasp on him relaxed enough to earn a whine from his lips, but tensed all over again after she'd made some slight space between their bodies. Dipper had enough thought behind his eyes to wonder why she'd done what she did, though his answer came with the sound of another belt being undone.

"I want something to remember you by this time, too, dude." Wendy said as her own jeans and thong slipped from her hips.

Dipper glanced down on instinct, his gaze greeted with a thick bush of orange hair he'd spent this winter break growing even more familiar with than he'd been last year. Just a step ahead of him, Wendy stood effectively bottomless, one hand stroking at his cock while the other pressed at the buttons of her shirt.

"Ah," Dipper groaned as he was spoiled by the sight of her bare, freckled chest once the fabric fell away. "Wendy, nh, the bus-"

"Just relax, dude," Wendy pressed the tip of her thumb to his lips. "And keep staring at my tits."

Dipper didn't need the instruction, though he nodded his agreement all the same. His eyes fixed on Wendy's chest, itself the only thing he could focus on given how relentless her hand had grown between his legs. He stared with increasingly shortened breaths into and out of his lungs, grinning widely at the supple flesh he knew all too well.

Instinct continued to overwhelm him while Wendy steadily stroked at his cock. He managed to hold himself back at first, though it was futile within just a few mere moments. Dipper lunged his head forward, and exhaled a deep breath that'd lodged in his throat, his eyes rolled shut as he effectively smothered himself with Wendy's chest.

Wendy only welcomed it, her opposite hand along the back of his head. Her fingers tensed and relaxed in a near rhythm along his length, her lower lip trapped between her teeth and a purr in her throat. It grew audible thanks to how much precum leaked from the head of Dipper's cock, the noise gentle though it rang in his ears and caused his thighs to tingle.

"Just so we're clear, Dipper," Wendy tugged him closer, her leg hooked on his hip. "When you cum, you're cumming here."

Dipper peered down from between Wendy's breasts just enough to see as she pointed his cock straight ahead, at the wild and untrimmed bush that grazed the messy head of his cock. He only moaned his reply, itself low and almost guttural. For as badly as he wanted to stay here like this, to remain half naked with the love of his life, he knew all to well how unlikely that was - at least, for now.

But he held out, as best he could. Dipper tensed his cock and clenched his body in an attempt to ride the edge. Wendy was relentless, however, her smirk having widened as she palmed her free hand against his bare, perky ass. She huffed down the back of his neck and furiously tugged at his cock, from the thinner patch of pubes to the very tip, time and again. Wendy pumped on Dipper's cock until his toes curled in his shoes and his lips seared a mark to the flesh of one of her breasts.

"Ngh, Wend, hah-" Dipper groaned, his voice heavy and further muffled by her chest. "Wendy!"

Wendy playfully swatted at his ass, then more softly raked her fingers through his hair as she slowed her attention on his throbbing length. Her grasp on him relaxed and her fingers slipped so that the weight of his cock was held up more by her palm, a tender grin along her lips as she simply held him in her embrace for a moment. A brief second where both merely breathed, before he finally dipped his head back and moaned.

"Wendy," Her name slipped from his throat as if it were dragged out. "Cum, ah, I'm-"

Dipper's instinct to warn was swallowed by her lips pressed again to his own, her tongue in his mouth as his cock throbbed and shot a mess of cum between her legs. She held him without much force or effort, making his relief all the more sloppy. Some heat streaked along her waistline, a few flashes grazed her either thigh. Most of it, however, found itself on her thick bush, strands of his cum slow as they ran through the wild patch of hair and oozed down along the lips of her pussy.

His lungs heaved with each breath he took for a time, a sweat to his forehead once he'd finally pried himself more properly away from Wendy's body. He stood uncertain at first, his knees weakened and his stance wobbly. Though he tried to stand away from her under his own power, his body seemed magnetized to her own. Dipper slumped against her, her arms around his sides in support and his cock thrust through the mess he'd just made of her bush.

"Ah, man..." Dipper rolled his eyes up towards her expression. "Do I...really have to go?"

"Mh, your call, dude," Wendy laced a finger under his chin. "Though, I know what I'd prefer."

"Yeah, hah, er..." Dipper managed to stand upright, though he wobbled for a brief moment. "I mean, I'm sure there's all kinds of online classes I could attend, but then I'm already kind of enrolled."

Wendy pulled her thong up while he rambled, the tight and thin fabric immediately stained by his cum. She eased her arms over his either shoulder and stepped up to him, her bare chest pressed up against the sides of the vest he wore on the outside of the coat he'd tugged on over his sweater. Her ears perked at a metallic noise, the faint roar of a familiar engine, and her eyes softly stared into his own.

"Think you gotta make up your mind soon, dude," She told him, her tone gentle and warm. "Bus is coming."

Dipper glanced out the window after she'd nodded, the subtle shape of the bus visible despite the fog and snow that surrounded her cabin. He shuffled back from her with his eyes still out the window, though he nearly tripped on the fabric of his jeans when he tried to take a proper step towards collecting his belongings. Instead, he caught himself on her coffee table and found himself in consideration.

He'd enrolled in college courses, had a dorm room all set to be shared by a stranger. Yet, in all the life he'd lived back in his home state of California, he'd never found anything that compared to the Falls. To the wild, the weird, and certainly nothing that measured up to the warmth that came to welcome him in the cabin he now stood half naked inside of. The engine of the bus roared again, itself growing more visible by the second, and Dipper's heartrate rose.

And it set in, as his future reached its destination. He realized then, pants around his ankles and a string of cum trailing off the tip of his cock, with his so-called long distance booty call smirking at him, that he had a choice. He'd been whisked from the Falls time and again, for one reason or another. Dipper glanced towards the oncoming bus, then turned towards Wendy.

"I choose-" Dipper shuffled forward, a hand to the band of his briefs. "I choose...this."

"Hm?" Wendy raised a brow, her palm to his shoulder and a smile on her face. "Whatcha mean?"

"I mean, I can...stay, here, er, in the Falls." Dipper tugged up on his pants, but didn't bring them all the way up. "There's a college here, and, er, I think there's a college here, anyway."

"Yeah, there is," Wendy nodded, her hand to her hip. "Dropped out of it just a few years back, remember?"

"Right, yeah-" Dipper briefly chuckled and stood upright, still just a few inches from her eyelevel. "But I can stay, i mean...if you'd want."

Wendy tenderly laughed, though both came to glance back out the window at the machine that ached and echoed outside. Beneath the snowfall, itself intensifying again by the second, the bus doors swung open with a its destination scrolling along the top in digital print. She looked to him after a moment, and Dipper looked back at her as she placed her palms to his chest.

"Well," Wendy said, just as the bus doors shut and the vehicle started up again. "Guess you're home, dude."

"Yeah," Dipper warmly scoffed, then gave a flustered chuckle. "I...I think this has been home, for a while now."

"In that case..." Wendy hooked her leg around his waist and tugged down at the zipper of his vest. "How about a housewarming gift, Dip?"

"Ah," Dipper nodded, his cock hard against the heat of her crotch and the cum he'd painted it with and his smile stained red. "Gladly."

#gravity fucks #12 days of fuckmas #lemon #aged-up characters and all that #wendip #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #gravity falls

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