knock you down a peg

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[After the dust settles, after her own business is resolved, Leia finally gets to come and visit Gravity Falls. It's a quaint place, and different from how she'd imagined it, but she's surprised, come evening time, how much it reminds her of Endor. Tall trees framing the night sky, the late summer moon hung low in the sky. Mabel and Dipper left not two days ago, and the house is alarmingly quiet in their absence. But after everything, Leia's not complaining about silence. About being alone in a house with Stan, the crickets and frogs singing through the open windows.

She stretches out next to Stan in bed, the lamp next to them turned down low. One hand smooths through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead, and she kisses him on the nose.]

You know, I've been thinking.

[It's not hard, judging by the tone of her voice, exactly what topic she's been thinking about.]

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You'll forgive me if I've grown used to getting what I want.

[She twinkles down at him, sliding that finger just a little deeper before she takes it away again.]

When you're a princess, people tend to tell you what you want to hear.

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[He sucks in a breath when her finger slides deeper, tensing and then relaxing again when she takes it away.]

That- that so? I've never had the pleasure.

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Of being a princess?

[She tilts her head, rakes her eyes over him admiringly.]

It's not all it's cracked up to be. I'd rather be a general any day. [Leia's hand runs up and down the inside of Stan's thigh.] Though it didn't exactly do wonders for my patience.

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[He practically purrs at the admiring weight of her gaze, sucking in a breath to puff out his chest and preen for her like a very large, very hairy bird.]

Yeah? And what happens when you get impatient, sweetcheeks?

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[God, he's adorable. She loves this man so, so much.]

Once upon a time, there might be yelling, or I might find myself with a blaster in hand. Now, though...

[She heaves a small sigh.]

I'm more liable to manhandle you a little.

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[He doesn't need to say anything. The creeping grin and slow, sly eyebrow raise really say it all.

...But he's gonna say something because it's Stan.]

Yeah? Gonna manhandle me onto that pretty cock of yours?

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You'd like that.

[A little thrill goes through her, hearing him talk like that. Time to switch strategies. She re-aligns herself, lines herself up, and starts to tease him with the head of her cock again.]

But first you have to say the magic word. Just one little word, Stanley.

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[His breath hitches when her cock presses against his hole again.

But he's more stubborn than that.]

"Gimmee." [He holds up two fingers.] Two e's.

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[She's visibly holding back laughter.]

Not quite, honey. You're so close, and then you can have all of me.

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[No! Now he has a new trail to go haring down. He's off to get her to giggle.]

One e.

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[She presses her lips together but there’s definitely a smile there.]

No, it’s definitely six letters.

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“Fuckme.” All one word.

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[That does it; she can't control the giggle that bubbles up from her throat; her laugh has the unintended effect of her hips jerking forward just a tiny bit.]

I admire your creativity, but not quite.

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[His own chuckle is cut off by a gasp when her hips push forward and her cock slips up and nudges him in the taint.]

Mm, honey...

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[She trails her fingers over his thighs, still chuckling herself, savoring his voice, the look on his face.]

That's right, baby. Just tell me what I want to hear and it's all yours.

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[One of his hands comes down from its self-imposed exile to cover her hand on his thigh, gripping her fingers.

It’s so much harder for him to say than a normal please, which he’s not well-versed in anyway. Even more than just because of the promise of sex, he wants to make her happy. But even with all her teasing, he can’t beg for this specific thing. Beg for the honor of eating her out, making her come, sure, but this, which never occurred to him before today as being something that could feel good?

He looks up at her, squeezes her hand.]

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[She watches him, eyes flickering over his face, watching his expression change, and when he feels that squeeze of his hand, she thinks that she might understand. It's not a failure, not exactly. It's a step in the right direction. Perhaps she's expecting far too much out of him on the first try.

Leia smiles at him, and then pulls his hand up to her mouth so she can brush a gentle kiss across each of his knuckles. He might not have said it outright, but she can read between the lines.

Releasing his hand, Leia leans down again, laying herself across his broad chest, her left hand snaking down underneath his shoulder while her right guides her cock slowly into him.]

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[He lets out a sigh when her smile softens and she presses a kiss to his knuckles, his own expression softening into an affectionate smile. And then she lays down, stretching out on top of him again, and he arches into her, relishing the closeness and making it easier for her hand to sneak down under his shoulder.

He tenses up against her cock at first, but he lets down his defenses and lets it sink into him, making a quiet, punched-out noise as he's filled with it.]

Feels- feels a hell of a lot bigger than it looked.

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[She's slow, careful, because even with the prep work she did, this is still quite a stretch. She doesn't even realize she's holding her breath, watching his every movement, listening closely for signs that it's too much, until she releases it in a little huff, nodding.]

It usually does.

[Her hand slides from down between his thighs, up toward his cock, which she lets her thumb drag over gently. Giving him a little more stimulation to focus on while she gets the hardest part over with as she lets herself sink deeper.]

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[There’s not a lot of space between them as she slides into him, but her hand brushing against his cock has him seeing stars anyway. He gasps and squirms, not enough to unseat or dislodge her, squeezing down around the rigid, unyielding rubber in his ass.]

Is it- is it a dick or a yardstick, holy mother of—

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[Leia exhales softly, warm breath fanning his cheek, and lets out a tiny laugh.]

It's only five inches, Stanley. And you're doing so good.

[Her thumb strokes a little more firmly, as she lets the weight of her hips press her dick slowly into him.]

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[His hips tilt up to meet her, opening him up for her to sink in. His cock throbs hard enough to make him whimper, head tilting back and a flush spreading from his ears down to his neck at her praise.]

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[Leia lets out a little whimper when he tilts his hips like that; the angle presses the base of the dildo into her clit, which provides some sorely needed relief, truth be told. She exhales through her nose, fingers tightening against Stan's shoulder.]

Almost there.

[It's mostly to warn him that sooner rather than later, the head of her cock is going to be pressing into his prostate.]

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[That little whimper is one of the hottest sounds he's ever heard, and he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing. Her being pressed so close to him lets him reach up and hold onto her for dear life, his arms sliding under hers and hands gripping the back of her shoulders.

And then not a split second after she warns him, he shifts his hips again and the head of her cock presses right up against that spot inside him and he shakes with the force of the groan that comes out of him.]

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[Having him hold her so close is nothing new, but usually when this happens it's accompanied by him being buried to the hilt in her. This is different, but not bad different. She feels more in control, and she likes that. It means she can focus more on Stan, like now, when he's trembling and groaning underneath her and it's the sweetest sound she's ever heard.

The bed creaks as her weight shifts, and she stays put just for a moment before she starts to pull back, pressing her lips against his shoulder.]