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Tie stan up and edge him till he begs/cries?

Anyone have any fic ideas? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

AHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I finished that fic idea!

I'm still waiting for an invite for the AO3, but in the meantime, I'm just gonna post it here under the cut and hope that Tumblr is nice to me 😵‍💫. I apologize for the formatting, I'm on mobile! I also apologize if it's bad! It's been a while since I've written a ficcy.

Once again: 🔞MINORS DNI!!!🔞 Don't even look at this post.

It started with the kisses. Well, the lack thereof. It hadn't taken long for you to realize that the amount of kisses you were receiving from Stanley dwindled significantly. You were fine with this initially. 'Maybe Stan just wasn't in the mood to be affectionate today', you thought to yourself, 'and that's alright.'

   But then one day turned into two, then three, and then you had noticed that he wasn't really hugging you either. Done were the days when Stan would sneak up on you when there weren't any customers in the shack, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and smothering your face in kisses. No more late night cuddles... You started to wonder if maybe you'd done something wrong? But the past few days had been going well as far as you were concerned, and Stanley wasn't the kind to keep quiet when the two of you were having an issue. So what could it be..? After four days of this affection deprivation, you decided to have a sit down with Stanley to figure this out. Whatever this was, it gets solved today. It took a lot of fighting with your own nerves, but you managed to get a moment with him as he was sitting in his recliner, watching reruns of his favorite show. 

   "Stanley..?" you called out from the doorway. He looked at you and smiled, so sweetly that you wouldn't have thought anything was wrong in the first place.

    "Yeah?"

    "Can we talk?" you made your way over to him, sitting on the arm of the couch. He didn't wrap his arm around you. Instead, he looked up at you with those innocent eyes. Well, as innocent as you could get with him.

    "Of course, sweetheart. What's up?" 

    "You've been... uncharacteristically distant lately. Are you okay? You're not... mad at me, are you?" you asked, and he actually looked shocked. 

    "Mad? Of course not, why would I be mad at you?" He placed a warm hand on your thigh, and it was heavenly. You slid into his lap, and he took his hand off of you. Guess you couldn't have both... 

    "I dunno. You just haven't been kissing me much lately... or, really much of anything. I-It's been driving me crazy for the past few days to not even have you cuddle with me in bed, or even have you pinch my ass randomly in the shop, and I normally HATE that." You could feel your face heating up. You definitely weren't one to beg for something like affection and Stan knew that. Even in your most intimate moments, it would take lots of coaxing (and punishment) to get you to even open your mouth to say 'please'. But here you were, laying out your feelings to him about his recent misdeeds. He looked somewhat apologetic, but a hint of something else you couldn't quite pinpoint. 

    "Shucks, hun... I didn't know you felt that way. I mean, I have had something on my mind for the past few days, but I didn't know how you'd feel about it.." He admitted, his eyes shifting away from yours. You perked up a bit, leaning forward some to inquire further. Finally, you were getting somewhere. "Whatever it is, you know I'm not one to judge Stan. Please..?"

    He blushed a bit, gazing back up at you and moving his hands to hold yours gingerly. "I was...thinking...uhm.. What if I were to.." He rolled his eyes in frustration at himself, huffing and deciding to just rip the bandaid off. "What if I were to go, y'know... celibate?" 

    "C-Celibate?" you repeated, your heart dropping. You never thought about that before. What IF he were celibate??? 'I mean, the sex is absolutely fantastic for sure, but... I could live without that, right?' you thought, trying to rationalize with yourself how something like that would go. After a bit of a hefty pause, you met his eyes again. "...I think I could handle that." 

     Once again, he looked absolutely shocked, then confused. "Really?"

     "Really. I mean, think of all the things we've been through together, Stan. If you want to be celibate, then I'll still be here with you. Though, I have to wonder.. why?? How'd you come to this conclusion? Are you uh.. having issues?" you questioned, quickly yet pointedly glancing downwards. 

     He chuckled, and then that chuckle turned into full-blown laughter as he pulled you flush against his chest in a warm embrace. Was having trouble getting it up that funny??

     "You're a real hoot, you know that?" he snickered between words, "I'm just fuckin with ya, I don't wanna be celibate!" 

     "Y-you don't?" 

     "Of course not! Why would I ever wanna be celibate with a hot piece o' you walkin around?" he slapped your ass, kneading at the impact point and making you shiver. "And I don't have trouble getting it up, thank you very much. The Stan o' War is as strong as it's ever been. I just wanted to see how long it'd take for you to crack."

      You giggled and got up off of him, rolling your eyes. "You're a real piece of work."

      "Where are ya goin'? Don't wanna take a ride after practically beggin so nicely for me?"

      "I think I'm alright for tonight, Stanley. I think I'm gonna take a nice walk though, I'll be back soon."

      "Are you sure? It's getting real dark out there, do you want me to come with?" 

      "Nah it's okay. I have my cell phone with me, I'll call you if I get swiped up by that Pterodactyl or kidnapped by gnomes or something," you said, purely to spook Stanley as you practically skipped your way out of the house. You could hear Stanley's complaints through the door. Something along the lines of "That's not funny!" and "Those gnomes are vicious beasts!" You didn't pay him too much mind though. In all honesty, the only reason you left was to enact a sort of payback for him depriving you of touch for all these days. You felt how hard he was starting to get underneath you, and he would've followed you to any other room to make you cave in. No, you couldn't have that.

      You decided to walk into town. Most establishments were closed around this time, but this was a walk after all. There wasn't really any specific destination in mind. 

      You considered heading back home after a while of walking rows of closed shops, when you spotted a place further down the block and brightly lit. That place wasn't there before, was it..? You think you'd recognize rose colored lights... and as you walked closer, you would definitely have recognize a place called "Simple Pleasures". An adult store in a small town like this? It'd probably make some of the older folks in this place faint at the mere sight of it. It looked like a decent enough place though, with a red and pink awning and delicate white accents and letters. There were posters advertising lingerie discounts and local club events. Curiosity got the hold of you as you pushed your way in through the glass double doors.

      Immediately, you were greeted with the sweet smell of a familiar flowery incense, and the walls upon walls full of product around the place. Dildos, strokers, ropes, clamps, lingerie, you name it. You were completely entranced by everything, and as you went to finally touch something, you heard a voice pipe pu form directly behind you.

      "Good evening! Was there anything I could help you find on this fine night?" they asked, startling you in the process. You turned around to see a very tall woman, possibly around her 40's or so, and clad in a soft-looking red silk shirt and a black skirt. The black heels she wore served to further accentuate her height, and her face was framed by long curly hair and sleek glasses. Safe to say, she was extremely pretty, and it left you a blushing and stuttering mess. You head felt oddly cloudy upon seeing her...

       She giggled at your attempts, shaking her head sympathetically. "It's okay, this happens to everyone the first time they come in. Just slow down and breathe," she instructed, guiding you into calmer breathing. You felt your head start to clear, and you were finally able to think.

       "S-sorry, I... That was so rude, I don't know what came over me..." You shook your head to fully get yourself together. "I was just kinda browsing for the moment I guess. I've never seen this shop here before." 

       "People do say our store looks a lot different at night than it does in the morning, hahah. Maybe I could help find what you really need, it is my job after all." She smiled and you nodded, grinning back. You didn't even come in with the intention of buying anything, but the powers of suggestion that she held was greater than your initial wants. She leaned further down, so close that she was face to face with you, and stared into your eyes with her extremely pretty green irises. "Just relax. This'll take just a few seconds..." she instructed, and you felt a wave of emptiness overtake your mind. And then just as she said, it was over in just a few seconds, and you gasped for a breath that you didn't even know that you were holding.

       "Oh my god..? What was that?" You patted yourself down and checked your pulse, just generally making sure that you were okay. 

       "Just had to have a looksie," she stated as she stood up straight, looking a lot more excited than before. "I have just the thing for you. And your boyfriend, too." And before you could question it, she tugged you in the direction of the lingerie.

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       "Have a good night! And make sure to have fun!" She called out to you as you bid her farewell. That was... interesting. You never got to question her on what happened, or what she was, but you had the common sense to gather that she was a mind reader of some sort. She kept mentioning something about you needing to get 'revenge' as she showed you a special stroker she recommended, something she had tucked away behind the counter. If you were being honest, you wholeheartedly agree. You do need to get revenge on Stanley for building you up like this for so long. It probably wouldn't have been a big deal if it were just one afternoon, but four??? Yeah, he had to pay... 

       You snuck through the door, making sure to close it quietly and keep your bags from rustling. He wasn't in his recliner where you'd left him. That meant he could be anywhere in the house. You just prayed that he wasn't asleep. Sitting your bags down in the living room, you crept around, making your way into the kitchen and peeking out the window. Sometimes he liked to sit on the couch on the back porch on late night like these. And as you peeked out of the window, you could see the back of his head. Perfect. You crept a little more quickly back into the living room to grab your bags and make your way upstairs to the bedroom you shared.

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      "Stanleyyy," you called out, startling the man out of his thoughts. He didn't realize you had already come home, and he was actually so happy to hear your voice again. He thought that maybe you were mad at him now for pulling that little prank on you. And when he came in and saw you looking all apologetic, he couldn't help but feel even worse for a moment.

      "Oh, there you are!" you ran to him and gave him a big hug, wrapping your arms around his torso and snuggling into him. "I'm sorry I just kinda left like that. I'm not upset with you, okay? I just really needed time to think..." You looked up at him your big ol' eyes, and he softened up a bit at the sight of them. 

      "I should be the one apologizing. I didn't really think about how this prank would make you feel in the long run. I could never be upset with you like that, not to the point of punishing you like that.."

      He hugged you back, and it made you reconsider your plans for revenge for just a moment... and only for a moment. Sorry, Stanley, but you can't get off that easy.

      "I got you something while I was out~. I managed to catch a shop while they were still open."

      "Oh?" He tilted his head, grinning. He was genuinely pleasantly surprised. "What didja get?"

      "It's upstairs." You slipped yourself out of his grasp and held on of his hands in yours, leading him upstairs. And when the two of you were safely up the last step, you instructed him to close his eyes until you said to open them. "And no peeking," you scolded, raising your eyebrow at him when you saw him peeking. "Alright, alright. I won't peek anymore. I can't help it, I'm just really excited to see what you got for me."

       "Mmmhm. If you peek again, I'll take it right back," you giggled. Of course you didn't mean it. If anything, you'd just use it another time. But true to his word, Stanley didn't peek the rest of the way to the bedroom. Not even when you sat him down in the office chair that normally occupied the underside of the desk. And not even when you very audibly handcuffed him to said office chair.

       "I sense I've made a mistake here..." he said, grinning dopily. 

       "Oh, for sure. You can open your eyes now," you instructed, and he listened. Blessed with the beautiful sight of you in very lacy lingerie and sitting across from him on the edge of the bed. He blushed immediately, looking you up and down as he whistled.

       "Damn, where'd you get an outfit like that?" He looked up to meet your cheerful gaze.

       "I got it at Nunyabusiness. Real nice place."

       He rolled his eyes. Of course it would be like you to gatekeep this place from him. "Well can you at least tell me why you have me handcuffed? With an outfit like that, you know I need to have my hands on ya."

       You snickered/scoffed at him. "Oh /now/ you wanna have your hands on me? After all this time?"

       "Hey, I thought you said you weren't upset!"

       "And I'm not! But, you had me thinking." You stood from your place at the edge of the bed, making your way over to him slowly. You stopped behind him where his eyes couldn't follow, and leaned down to whisper into his ear. "Maybe I should just take what I want... After all, you left me hanging for four days just to tease me. You didn't think you'd just get away with that, did you?

       You could already see the erection growing in his pants as you ran your hands down his chest. He was still wearing his normal white beater, topped with the gold chain. You could feel his pulse racing as you moved your hands further down, then pulling them back up again. Stanley had never seen this side of you before, and he wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse. But the way that your plump lips laid claim to his neck felt like a blessing. Maybe it's a good thing he drove you to the breaking point... You took your sweet time kissing and marking up the sensitive skin of Stan's neck, watching him shift underneath you as you kept your hands moving on his chest. Carefully, you moved one of your hands under the neckline of his beater, feeling the soft hair that lay beneath. And, just as carefully, you moved your hands to play with one of his nipples. He shuddered, closing his eyes as you worked on him. 

       Just as he was really starting to get into it, the feeling stopped. You removed both your hands and your lips from his body, and it left him feeling cold. Not like it mattered to you of course, a few seconds wouldn't kill him. You walked around him, stopping in front of him and leaning down. Maybe it was the lingerie, or maybe it was the sole fact that you were in control for once, but it was totally exhilarating. You were starting to feel a bit hot further down as well, but you couldn't give in now, you've hardly started.

       You licked your lips, running your hands down his body once more. But this time, you didn't stop at just his chest. Stanley watched in silence as you hands slipped down his stomach, and down his thighs, bypassing where he wanted your hands to be at the most. He bit his lip almost painfully as you giggled at him. 

       "You look like you want something, hun. Are you gonna let me in on this little secret?"

        He was basically panting at this point, and you hadn't even done much to him. At this rate, he might cum in his underwear before you get the chance to do anything substantial. But he could hardly bring the words up to come out of his mouth. You raised an eyebrow, taking your hands off of him, and he suddenly found his voice in desperation.

        "W-wait no, don't-.. Please.. Keep touching me... Don't stop.."

        "If you don't want me to stop, then I'm gonna need for you to speak up when I ask you a question."

        "Yes, yes o-of course."

        "Good.." You put your hands back on his thighs, very close to where he wants them, but you keep still. "Now, I'm gonna ask in more certain terms: What do you want?"

Despite everything, he still hesitated for just a moment. Maybe this was how you felt when he asked you to beg for something. It's a little embarrassing. He'll have to remember to take it easier on you next time. You were about to pull your hands away from him again when he finally spoke up. 

         "I-I want you t-... to touch my... cock.." he said, whispering the last part. No, this wouldn't do. You kept your hands in place, leaning forward a bit more. 

          "What was that..? I couldn't hear you very well, you really shouldn't whisper."

          "I-I said I want you to touch my cock," he stated, a lot more stern. You were thinking about punishing him more for how he said it, but decided that it's fine. At least he said it at all, and you were content with that. 

          "Ahh. Why didn't you just say so, silly? Of course, I'll touch your cock for you. Not like you can do it yourself." You smiled at him so innocently, and he melted under your touch as you finally put on of your hands to rest on his clothed erection. He bucked his hips a bit to try and get some friction, but you used your other hand to hold his hip down. 

          "Nuh uh, Stanley~. You only said to touch. I'm touching, aren't I? If you want me to do something else, you know what to do..."

          He felt his face get hotter as he realized that this begging wouldn't just be a one-off thing. He had to admit, he was definitely proud of you. But he could revel in being proud later, his cock was so hard it was starting to get painful.

          "Pleaasee," he keened, squeezing his eyes shut. "U-undo my belt and my pants.. I need you to-, please... Stroke my cock..."

          Satisfied, you used the hand holding his hip to pet his hair instead. You could see him relax and tilt his head into your hand, loving the praise. "Good boy, Stanley... Of course I'll stroke your cock for you." And as promised, you started to undo his belt. You were careful in unzipping his pants, and with a little help from Stan, you managed to pull his pants and underwear down just enough to let his dick spring free. And what a delicious sight it was. With the way that he was looking, hair ruffled, eyes pleading, cheeks flushed, and lips bite stricken, it was taking everything in you not to jump on him right now and ride him until daybreak. 

          You decided to give him a bit of a break and not have him ask for his own lube as well, opting to just get that automatically. Stanley's heart left in his chest with the thought of you possibly leaving him like this alone, but he'd relaxed when he realized you were just getting lube. His eyes fell to your body, taking in your form within that sweet lingerie.

         "You look beautiful.." he noted, and you can tell in his voice that he meant it. You grabbed the lube from his nightstand and turned back to face him. 

         "Thank you. You look beautiful too, Stanley~." You walked back behind him and leaned over his shoulder, kissing his temple. "Just be good for me. Okay? Tell me when you're gonna cum.." you requested, proceeding with pouring the lube onto the head. He didn't mind the cold that much. In fact, if felt somewhat good in contrast to the heat pooling down below. And then when you actually started to touch him, he hissed in pure bliss. Your hands felt fantastic against the throbbing mess that he was, and his eyes rolled back as your grasp steadied. 

          "I-I'll be good, I promise. Please.." 

          He didn't even have to beg. Not because he'd already asked, but because you would've done it anyways. You wanted this is much as he did, and you made sure he knew full well of this by twisting and tightening your grip along the tip. This had Stanley gasping, groaning and curling his toes. He even cursed a little, which made you laugh a little and move your hand faster.

           It didn't take long for Stanley to crack, grasping at the chair's arms as he let you know that he was going to cum. To your delight and his dismay, you took your hand off of him completely, causing him to whine involuntarily. "No, no! Shit- why'd you stop..?" 

          "Well, it's kinda obvious, isn't it? I'm gonna edge you for every day you left me waiting for your touch. I think it's only fair.."

          You saw a bit of fear flash in his eyes from that, and it made you feel... icky. You had to give him an out or else this wouldn't work.

          "Of course, we can always stop if you want. What's our safe word?"

          "O-orange, to slow down. Red to stop.."

          "Good Boy, Stanley.. What's your color?"

          "...Green..."

          You huffed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness he still wanted this, you were starting to feel bad for torturing him... Getting back to where you were, you wrapped your hand around his cock and started off slow again. He opted to lean his head back against you with his eyes closed, and you took that to mean that he felt more comfortable with everything you were doing. Once more, you sped up, kissing his forehead as he let out a stifled moan.

          "Let me hear your voice, Stanley~. The only thing you should be holding back is your cum." 

           He was reluctant, but eventually released his bottom lip from the grasp of his teeth and groaned a little louder than you expected of him. You'd be lying if you said it didn't startle you for a second, but it just served to turn you on more. A particularly good twist of your wrist had him reeling again, straining to keep still as he panted heavily. "I-I'm gonna- I- Please-..!" but before he could finish, your hands were off of him again. 

           You expected him to curse at you, or to complain at the very least, but he was uncharacteristically quiet... You could feel his body trembling underneath you, and you couldn't help but wondering if he was... crying? You grabbed his hair from the front and pulled his head back to reveal that, yes, he was in utter tears at your torment. Never in your life had you seen Stan shed so many tears, it absolutely scared you to think that maybe you'd hurt him or gone too far. His face tore at your heartstrings and you couldn't help but ask again, just to make sure: "What's your color?"

           He took a moment to respond, trying to calm himself first in order to be able to speak. "Still... Still green. I can take it, just keep going..."

           You were hesitant, but intrigued at the same time. Was it bad that you found Stan's crying face to be.. hot? You walked to the front of him again to look at him fully. He was an absolute mess, more than he was before. The tears streaming down his red face was a sight to behold, and you could probably get off on that alone. Maybe you could cut it down to one more edging, just so you could use the toy you bought for him before you finally fuck him and let him cum inside of you. Yeah, that should work. He's probably gonna throttle you later just for torturing him so harshly, but he'll forgive you later. 

          "Close your eyes. I have surprise for you," you instructed, smiling innocently. Stanley listened instantly, having no plans to peek or anything, Whatever this surprise was, he didn't want to risk missing out on it because of something dumb like 'curiosity'. He sat for what felt like an entire half hour (but was only a minute or so in reality), before he finally felt a bit of cold pressure at the tip of his dick. He was finally considering peeking, when his cock was completely enveloped in this strange, cold, spongey material. Practically all of the air left his lungs as he tried to gather what this thing was that was stroking him so quickly. "You can open your eyes now."

          He did, reveling in the sight of a stroker in your hand, pumping him with a comfortable quickness that left no room for talking. Instead, whines and curses spilt from his lips as he tried to keep from cumming. He wanted to be good for you. He owed you that after he made you so lonely for four days in a row. He deserved this, just as much as you deserved to watch him drool and cry and writhe against his base urges. He didn't even have to say that he was close this time for you to stop stroking him, and the tears streamed down his face steadily. This was evil and you knew it. But luckily he wouldn't have to wait for long. 

         You went to pull the stroker off of him, but suddenly it just... wouldn't? You pulled gently as not to hurt Stan, but it physically wouldn't come off. You could hear him grunt, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "Damn, it's tight..." he moaned, but that just left you more confused. Trying your best to be gentle, you tried to pull it off of him again, but Stanley whined again that it was getting tight and "strangely warm." 

         "Uh.. Stan???" you started. You didn't want to alarm him, but this thing really didn't want to come off. It was like it was simply refusing to do so. Stan lifted his head to look up at you with confused yet glassy eyes, wondering what was going on and silently hoping that you could continue soon. He was ready to blow, but only when you said it was okay. But when he looked at you, he could tell something was up.

         "What's wrong.."

         "I don't wanna scare you but, it won't come off..."

         "What do you mean it won't come off?

         You tried to pull at it again, and he hissed when it got to the tip again. "It's getting tighter, isn't it?"

         "Yeah??"

         "It's not supposed to do that..."

         "T-try again. Don't hurt me, but pull a little harder," he suggested, feeling his heart drop a little. Despite the small pit of fear he felt in his chest, he was still feeling pretty good. As per his request, you tried not to hurt him by putting your free hand around the base of his dick, then using your other hand to pull the stroker a little harder. You thought you felt a bit of leeway, continuing your pull. And to your dismay, the shell of the stroker came off instead. You hadn't noticed as fast as Stan had, but he tensed up and yelled in horror, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!" 

          You hurriedly took a look, gasping at the sight before you. This wasn't some ordinary stroker. This was some kind of... soft, flesh shaded cylinder with eyes. It didn't look too happy with you either, hissing and tightening painfully around Stanley's cock. All you felt was panic as you ran to get the box on the other side of the room to read it. It looked like a normal toy on the front of the box, so you tried to read the box. It was written in large print: "100% Guaranteed to Make You Cum!!! Won't stop until you do!" And written in smaller print towards the bottom of the box, it read: "Literally won't be satisfied until you cum inside! If in the event that you can't ejaculate, consider asking this toy nicely for forgiveness and apologize profusely. If that doesn't work, good luck!"

          You smacked your face with your hand at the absolute stupidity of this entire thing. Why did you even get this in the first place..? Quickly, you turned to Stan, looking totally apologetic when you saw him still struggling against this thing. 'Stan, the only way to get this thing off of you is to uh.. either apologize or cum in it, I guess?"

          "I-I don't wanna cum in- whatever this thing is!" he protested. The creature didn't seem to like the sound of that though, because it started to undulate and twist it's body to stimulate him further. He tensed up further, torn between wanting to get this thing off of him and feeling too good to care. The confusion caused him to tear up again, and you went by his side to comfort him. He tried to apologize to it, telling it that he didn't want to cum anymore, but that just made the creature work even harder to make it happen anyways. God, you felt terrible. Your boyfriend was being violated by some horrible creature and it was all your fault. 

          "Hey, hey.. I'm here. I'm sorry I got you into this mess, but I'm gonna help you through it okay..?" You held his hand and he squeezed back, nodding and trusting you completely. You turned his head to face you, and you kissed him gently. "Just focus on me... It's okay.." you continued to kiss him, hoping this would help to some degree. He kissed you back, moaning into your mouth as he'd gotten close again. This was helping to some extent to take his mind off of the literal fleshlight fucking itself on him, but it was still in the back of his mind. It wasn't long until he was back to panting and groaning, finally gripping your hand as his orgasm violently wracked through his body. Grateful tears ran down his face as his cum filled the creature, and it squeezed him dry before finally releasing him and slinking off to go find it's shell. You gave Stan a moment to come down from his high so you could uncuff him and apologize properly. 

          "Stan I... god, you probably hate me now... I'm so sorry, I didn't know that that was some... fleshlight demo-!" 

           Before you could finish, Stan pulled you into a deep kiss, one you had grown to miss these past four days. This was the Stan you missed. He eventually let you breathe, chuckling. "Look, I dunno what that thing was, but... I didn't entirely hate it..? And I certainly could never hate you.." He placed one more peck on your cheek, and you felt like you could cry. How could he be so forgiving..? He stood, slowly since his legs felt like jelly, and he pulled his pants back up. "I think I'm out of commission for the rest of the night, but... you didn't get to cum."

           "Wha- me? I-I don't, I mean-" you tried to protest, thinking that you didn't deserve anything from him after what you'd done, but he wasn't hearing any of it. He laid you down on the bed with such a swiftness that you didn't realize what was happening until you were already laying on the plush comforter.

 "You did so much to punish me for touch depriving you. What kind of jerk would I be if I did it again? Plus, look at this outfit you got just for me... We can't let this go to waste." 

        He spread your legs open wide, licking his lips at the sight of your cunt underneath lacy fabric. Without even removing it first, he licked a hot wet stripe up the fabric, earning a soft gasp from you. But he didn't like the taste of fabric, he realized, and he opted to pull them to the side instead before he continued. 

        You grasped at his hair as he went all in, licking at your folds and sucking on your clit like a man dehydrated in the desert. And when he pushed a finger inside, then two, you used one of your hands to grab at his forearm in desperation. The vulgar squelch of slick skin on skin was heavenly, and it wasn't long before you were sent over the edge. You squirted so hard that you thought you'd pass out, and Stanley lapped it all up.

       It took a minute or two for you to come down from your post-nut stupor, finally looking up at Stanley. He was rubbing soothing circles into your tummy, just watching you.

       You didn't really know what to say. Everything turned out alright in the end, but it was still so strange. 

       "So uh... what are we gonna do about that fleshlight creature..?"

       "You can kill that thing with fire for all I care," he shrugged, not really worried about it. "The only thing on my mind is us. Let's go take a bath. We'll figure it out later.."