“She felt his fingers breach her velvet entrance, the tightening of her inner walls encouraging him to go further in his exploration of her uncharted territories.”
With TLJ approaching and possible doom looming at the horizon, my go-to fix it fic will always be Children, Wake up. If something bad happens I’ll just remember that somewhere, on a planet with purple skies, they are happy. And they somehow found a stash of the most awful romance novels they read in the bath before bed.
Can You Bring Me The Gun of Rambo? 