knock you down a peg

[hasit]

[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.]

Comments

[hasit]

[She's visibly holding back laughter.]

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

[stanbyme]

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

One e.

[hasit]

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

No, it’s definitely six letters.

[stanbyme]

“Fuckme.” All one word.

[hasit]

[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.

[stanbyme]

[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...

[hasit]

[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.

[stanbyme]

[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.]

[hasit]

[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.]

[stanbyme]

[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.

[hasit]

[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.]

[stanbyme]

[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—

[hasit]

[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.]

[stanbyme]

[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.]

[hasit]

[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.]

[stanbyme]

[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.]

[hasit]

[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.]

[stanbyme]

[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...

[hasit]

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...

[stanbyme]

[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?

[hasit]

[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.]

[stanbyme]

[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.]

[hasit]

[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.

[stanbyme]

[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.]

[hasit]

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—