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knock you down a peg

[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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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[He hangs in a state of sweet, acute torment while she's finally hilted deep in him, too full and too much and not enough at the same time. And then she starts to pull back and he can feel the drag of the rubber, and his hole clenches down around it, which sends a whole different kind of shiver through him.]

I- I dunno how long I'm gonna last, sweetheart...

It's alright. [She moves her other hand away from his cock, not wanting to overstimulate him, and uses it instead to brace against the bed, fingers curling into the sheets.] It's a lot all at once, I know.

[She can't feel it, exactly, but the added tension tells her he's clenching down around her cock as she pulls back. When she thrusts back, it's a little more shallowly this time. Leia looks down at Stan, eyes dark, pupils blown wide.]

You look so good, honey. All spread out under me...

[Even without her hand on his cock, it has plenty of stimulation. They're so close together his cock is pressed between his soft belly and hers, and every movement of her core as she ruts her hips into him brushes against his sensitive cock.

Her praise draws a shaky whimper out of him and he looks up, meeting her blown-dark eyes with his own. His face is red and it's hard for him to get his breath with the way her cock spears him open from the inside.]

You- [He licks his lips, mouth dry with the want he can see in her eyes.] You havin' a good time up there?

[Setting an easy rhythm, nice and steady but not too fast, she looks down at Stan and gives him a breathless smile at his question.]

More than good.

[And it's not just the base of the dildo nudging against her clit, either; it's the thrill of being in charge, of watching Stan come apart underneath her and knowing that this is her doing.]

[At least one of them is capable of doing something steadily because Stan sure the hell isn't. His breath hitches at the apex of every steady little thrust, fingers digging into her back when she hits that spot again.]

G-good. Hate to think you're- goin' to all this trouble for me a-and not gettin' nothin' out of it.

[He half-moans, bites it off and swallows it down with a whimper of need.]

[She sincerely hopes that he leaves fingertip-shaped bruises along her back, hopes she’ll be left with a physical reminder of this night for a few days. She moans, her pace picking up a little, mouth pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses to his collarbone and neck.]

No—never. Let me—let me hear you, Stanley. Don’t hold back.

[He keens when she picks up the pace, like the sound is being pressed out of him.]

I ca- Honey, I can't--

[It's too much, he's too close. Any second now he's gonna lose it, but the sensation is so overwhelming that the thought of cumming is scary because how can there be more.]

You can. [Her own voice is a little ragged from exertion, but she's determined to see this through; the pace of her hips doesn't stutter, and now she presses deeper with every stroke, murmuring against his skin in encouragement:]

Come on, Stan. Let go. Come for me, I want to see you—

[Stan gasps and writhes at her steady, deep pace (how can five inches feel so much like a mile), her quiet, ragged encouragements next to his ear. She doesn't weigh enough to really pin him, but he's also not really trying to get away.

In the end, it feels like what the movies all make being hit by a freight train look like. His back arches and he's pretty sure that he actually dies and leaves his body for a second or two from the sheer blissful force of the pleasure that rocks through him like lightning. He cries out something that he intends to be her name, but for all he knows could be unintelligible gibberish, sticky strings of cum smearing between them.]

[It's worth it, in the end, worth all the coaxing, all the convincing, certainly worth the exertion and the soreness creeping into her hips and her lower back. It's worth every moment of it, to see Stan arch underneath her, to hear him cry out her name in that strangled voices that's near-unintelligible. To feel his cock throbbing under her stomach with the waves of his orgasm. She murmurs praise in his ear, stilling inside him for now, until he's come down enough that she can move again.]

You did so good, honey. [She presses a kiss to his jawline.] I love you.

[At some point his arms give out and flop to either side of him. His vision comes back slowly, spots fading as he finally breathes consciously. It takes him a long moment to realize she still has the dildo inside him, and he shudders when he flexes around it and sends another shock up his spine. It’s a long moment before he’s come back enough to speak, but he gives her a dopey smile at her praise.]

I love you too, Lei’.

[At least that’s become easy to say.]

Slide on up here, it’s your turn.

[When he comes back to himself, Leia slowly eases her hips back, pulls out of him, returns his dopey smile with one of her own—until he tells her it's her turn, and her eyebrows shoot up in amusement.]

This was supposed to be about you, y'know.

[He shivers when he feels the dildo slide slowly out of him, oversensitive already.

His eyes are already closed, and he's pretty sure he can't move.]

It'd make me real happy to get you off too.

[There's a soft jingling of hardware as she unbuckles the harness and tosses the whole rig off the side of the bed, before stretching back out and snuggling up next to Stan.]

Later. You look like you're about to pass out.

[He huffs.]

Not passing out just... Sleepy.

Either way. I can't have you—

[she snorts.]

Accidentally drowning.

[That gets a sleepy snort of laughter out of him. He rolls onto his side to properly snuggle her, one arm flopping over her waist and his big nose snuffling into her hair.]

[She smiles, letting her eyes drift shut as she feels Stan turn to snuggle closer to her. She's tired, too, from all that exertion; sleep sounds damn good right now. Head pillowed in her arm, she murmurs:]

Night, honey.

Mmmn night sweetheart. Love you.

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