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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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[She smiles knowingly, gaze dropping for a moment, and leans up to kiss him on the cheek.]

Just relax. Let me take care of you.

[Her hand slips down again, only after she's added a little bit more lube, and begins to run down his shaft and then back behind his balls. Her fingers slip a little closer to his entrance, now, rubbing in gentle circles.]

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Hah, relax, easy for you to say you're not the one taking fingers where the sun don't shine-

[The sass bleeds out of him when her fingers brush over his entrance, brow furrowing but not protesting the weird sensation.]

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I've done it before. [She says it so nonchalantly, like one might say they've ridden a horse or flown in an airplane. Her finger starts to circle his entrance, not quite dipping in yet, but getting him acclimatized to the sensation.]

Besides, I've seen you handle much more frightening things.

[As she says that, her fingertip begins to press, very gradually, against his asshole, letting the lube and that tight ring of muscle do most of the work.]

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You- what- You what??

[You broke him, good job. He doesn’t have anything to say to her remark about how he’s faced scarier things, now he’s stuck on the fact that some idiot didn’t appreciate that she has the most perfect cunt in the universe and decided to get cocky and go for the back door instead.

On the bright side, this also opens him up for her finger to slip inside, his hole only clenching down around her once it’s already in.]

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Stanley, I'm fifty-three. I've tried a few things in my time.

[If he'd known her as a free-spirited eighteen- or nineteen-year old, there'd have been no doubt in his mind, honestly.

Her smile darkens, feeling him give over to her finger, and she coos out a soft, encouraging sigh.]

That's it, sweetheart. You're doing so good.

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I'm seventy and I never thought about tryin' this until now--

[His counter trails off with a confused but not protesting sound. Her little sigh and praise makes him blush, brow furrowing as he tries to relax to let her keep going.

He shudders out a sigh, and shifts.]

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Never too late to teach an old dog some new tricks.

[Her finger twists inside him, shifting angles, pressing firm but gentle against his inside walls where she knows there are more nerve endings that will give him something to concentrate on. Meanwhile, up above, she starts to press more kisses into Stan's throat, her breath warm against his skin.]

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[It feels weird. It feels strange and full and not good yet, like her finger is tickling him from the inside.

But her kisses on his neck, the way he can tell that she really is getting her engine revved by doing this to him, all of it keeps him from complaining. It has to start feeling better eventually. He trusts her.]

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[She's doing her damnedest to keep his trust, here; there's always the off-chance he won't like it at all, and she'll stop if that's the case, but part of her's also convinced that she just needs to find the right spot, the right movement, and he'll see the light, so to speak.

With that in mind, she lets her finger move deeper, pressing further inside him until she's in up to the knuckle, feeling for his prostate.]

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[He closes his eyes, hoping that'll help, his brow furrowing as her finger moves deeper inside him.

And then she crooks her finger just right and hits the same spot she'd pressed against from the outside and he gasps, his back arching and legs jerking up.]

Holy--

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[There it is. Leia grins triumphantly into his neck before pulling back to look at his face; her finger eases back for a moment, before giving him another nudge in the same spot.]

Is that good, honey?

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[He looks like a mortar shell just dropped in front of his face. When she nudges that spot again, his head tips back and he keens, his cock twitching and drooling a string of precome into the hair on his belly.]

Hope you don't want this lasting too long if you're gonna keep pushing that button, sweetheart.

[His voice is shaky.]

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[That's all the warning she needs to pull her finger back, giving him a break from that onslaught of sensation. Leia gives him a sly wink, pulling out to the very tip of her finger before the pad of her middle finger comes to join the first in pressing into him, slow and steady.]

Just making sure I wasn't completely off-base.

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[He sucks in a breath and tenses when she comes back with two fingers, but this time it’s easier to relax enough to let her breach him. His inner walls shudder around her fingers, as he takes quiet, panting breaths to try and keep himself steady.]

Save the ‘I told you so’ for later, sugarbun.

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Me? Never.

[Her free hand reaches up to smooth back Stan's hair back reassuringly as she presses back into him with two fingers now, stretching him open steadily.]

You feel incredible, honey.

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[His breath hitches at her praise and the hand petting his hair back from his face. The invasive feeling of two fingers inside him stokes the hot ember of arousal into what feels like an inescapable furnace.

He moans, low and raspy, pushing his hips back against her hand.]

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[The hitch of his breath, that moan, the push of his hips, all conspire to stoke the warm ember of want in her stomach, her need to hear more of the same, and with far more need behind it. Slowly, but with increased intention, she strokes him, crooking her fingers in that same come-hither motion every now and again.

Watching him closely for a reaction, she slowly spreads those two fingers apart, stretching him out around her.]

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[He trembles under her attention when she starts moving with more intent, her slow and steady movements igniting a storm inside him. His breath hitches when her fingers spread.]

Ohh, honey...

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[She’s watching him closely at this point, dark eyes roving over every inch of him but especially his face as she works over him, her fingers stretching him open, slick and hot all around her fingers.]

That’s right, Stan. Let me hear you.

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[She's watching him so intently that he can feel the weight of her dark eyes roving over him. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he muffles a groan behind closed lips. It still feels Strange, but the longer she keeps going the more the constant pressure inside him is getting to him. He lets out a ragged sigh, and his breath hitches on the inhale.]

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Good.

[There’s approval writ in every line of her face, every note of her voice; he’s close to being ready, and a thrill goes down her spine at the thought of what follows. A few more moments, making sure he’s nice and relaxed, and then she pulls out her fingers, slowly, bit by bit. She sits up, surveying him almost imperiously, her expression almost hungry.]

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[The sound of her praise draws a whine, thin and needy, out of him. He's pretty sure he's never been harder in his life, after the way her sweet fingers have been tormenting him. When those fingers start to retreat, his hole flutters around her, tightening down in resistance, and when his eyes open to the approval on her face he almost comes undone right then and there.]

Y-ya done already?

[His voice is almost embarrassingly needy.]

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[Her lips curl into a smile, and she pulls herself up to stand at the side of the bed, shaking her head.]

Oh, no. I’m not through with you just yet.

[Leia’s expression is practically radiating mischief as she bends down to retrieve something she’d stowed under the bed earlier in the week. When she resurfaces, it’s holding a black leather harness, the center of which holds a modestly-sized silvery-gray dildo. Leia steps into the leg openings of this, businesslike, watching him for a reaction as she does.]

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[He watches her hungrily as she gets off the bed, resisting the urge to reach out to her as well as if she'd pinned his hands in place with a word. He's devouring her with his eyes.

When he sees the harness, and the modest dildo attached to it, it looks almost like a torture device at first. But then she starts to slip into it, and his cock throbs, mouth going dry at the sight of the black leather harness sliding up her creamy pale legs.]

Holy shit, kitten.

[Suddenly, the empty feeling that her fingers had left behind was almost unbearable.]

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[She looks more than pleased by the way he stares, her fingers deftly tightening each strap and fastening the buckles around her hips and her soft stomach. The dildo juts out prominently from the junction of her thighs, nestled over the downy, graying curls there. Leia reaches for that bottle again, and then climbs back into bed, settling herself over Stan and leaning up for a searing kiss. When she pulls back, her face is practically glowing with excitement.]

I take it you like the new addition?