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[jumpingpuddles]

Farscape: Through The Looking Glass

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[dellovestorant]

What. a. fucking. idiotic. question.

[enelo]

[hythlodaes]

my coffee was free this morning but it tastes like ass and i cannot tell you how grumpy i am rn

[aphrodeiities]

𝔞𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶

♇ my discord chat chose this to be my 9,600 or 9,700 followers post? either way thank you so much for being with me for this path, i appreciate everyone :)

ʙᴜʏ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇꜱ ɢᴏ ᴜᴘ can get a paid venus/beauty/relationship reading from me!

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ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

RIHANNA, NIKKI REED, BILLIE EILISH AND KENDALL JENNER.

♇ aries ascendant beauty involves them having long heads, or a diamond head-shape, but they usually have a really nice side-profile. they're usually people who have slanted eyes, or sanpaku eyes, [there could be another proper word for it?], though i noticed that they have a large space of whites under their eyes, specifically rihanna, billie and kendall.

♇ their lower face is sharp, and smaller/thinner than their upper-face. they're women who can suit dark hair, and they naturally have dark and sharp eyebrows. most of the times, their eyebrows are straight. they have a thin nose bridge, and a long mid-face, full and distinct cheekbones along with full lips and an apparent cupids bow.

♇ they have a clear redness on their faces, specifically cheeks, like a natural blush. a pointy chin and foreheads that could be considered as large, or in a "nicer" term, a broad forehead.

ᴛᴀᴜʀᴜꜱ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

MILEY CYRUS, PHOEBE TONKIN, GIGI HADID AND MEGAN THEE STALLION.

♇ taurus ascendants have small heads and very strong cheek-bones, if it doesnt show naturally, it shows a lot when they smile. they tend to have full lips, but the lower lip is usually bigger than the upper lip. the tip of their nose is usually bulbous, i believe taurus rules the nose, if i am correct, especially because it rules the cow! <3

♇ they usually have very arched eyebrows, known as the venusian arch. compared to the aries ascendant, taurus ascendants usually have a wider nose bridge, and a short mid-face.

♇ their eyes could be considered as mesmerising and intense as their stare is usually very strong. their cheek bones are low, it gives them an apple shaped face. while doing my research, i noticed that most of them have wide lips and square heads, but it suits them really well.

ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

LADY GAGA, AMY WINEHOUSE, MADISON BEER AND KRISTEN STEWART.

♇ gemini ascendants usually have a pale undertone, and their lips are usually naturally thin and very straight [also wide] with their upper lip being sharp, it could be deemed that they have a strong cupid's bow as well. the tip of their nose are usually distinct, whether it be big, bulbous, something about it would just stick out.

♇ they look good while wearing winged-eyeliner, and gemini ascendant people are usually individuals who have a long mid-face, and i've noticed that their face tends to stick out and can be very long but circular. one thing i noticed about gemini ascendants, specifically those who have strong mercurial placements, [specifically gemini] they tend to have a long edge at the side of their lips, it reminds me of joker lips since how wide it can be.

♇ their lips are usually very pink and they have slender necks. their eyes are usually colourful or could be considered as very pale. their beauty involves them having square foreheads/or a squared upper head. and if their heads arent oval, they tend to be very structured.

ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

♇ cancer ascendant beauty involves them having big and beautiful smiles, the tail of their eyebrows tend to be long, while the front of their eyebrows are short. as expected, they have the crescent moon face touch, so sometimes their face could be unsymmetrical, specifically the lower jaw, [unsymmetrical does not mean not beautiful].

♇ their nose tip usually are wide, and their eyes are bright, usually looks like its glistening. their upper lip tend to be smaller than their lower lip, and they have full cheekbones and meaty chins. most of the cancer ascendants i have met have clear skins or it could have a lot of freckles or moles.

♇ cancer ascendants usually have strong but soft features, it stands out, especially when they turn to the side. and i noticed they usually have long noses.

ʟᴇᴏ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

MARILYN MONROE, VANESSA HUDGENS, BLAKE LIVELY AND JESSICA ALBA.

♇ very mesmerising beauty here, leo ascendants do well when they have bright coloured hair, specifically golden/blonde, they also have a bronze/golden undertone. their beauty also involves them having a heart shaped mouth and a long nose bridge.

♇ they're normally short women and have a square or rectangular face, and their chins are usually flat or wide, or both. most leo ascendants have feline eyes and full eyelashes. their beauty contains them having prominent smile lines and nice shoulders.

♇ as they have good posture, leo ascendant beauty includes them having a square fore-head and rosy cheeks. they normally have straight or nice teeth, usually because of virgo being in their second house.

ᴠɪʀɢᴏ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

LADAN FARAH, BELLA HADID, MILLIE BOBBY BROWN AND BROOKE SHIELDS.

♇ they sure do love their side profiles! virgo ascendant beauty includes them having pointy chins, sometimes it goes forwards, they have a prominent nose, could sometimes be seen as a "beak nose" as it's usually thin, very structured or bony. their upper face is square and their lips are usually wide.

♇ virgo ascendant beauty involves hem having a thin/narrow face, either doe eyes or feline eyes, either way, their eyes are usually big. they have arched eyebrows and usually a clean look, a structured jaw and sometimes a micro chin.

♇ noted that virgo ascendants usually have a dimple somewhere on their face, specifically their cheek or on their chin. and their figures are very thin most of the time, or they can appear as frail.

ʟɪʙʀᴀ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

BEYONCE, ANNA NICOLE SMITH, DOJA CAT, ZOE KRAVITZ.

♇ i noticed a lot of them have a light undertone, much libra ascendant beauty involves them having an oval face, [but as libra ascendant is a light essence, their other placements can over take, like anna nicole smith's sagittarius sun making her face more chiselled]. they have a lot of beauty moles and have a glow to them, it could be that hera touch.

♇ a thin nose bridge, very pink lips, and lips that could be considered as pouty. usually like to wear light/earthy coloured clothes, and have short foreheads, or foreheads that are medium sized. like to go for the light coloured hair styles.

♇ as they have a short lower face, their bodies can come off as very relaxed, with them having strong stares, they sometimes appear like they have superior looks. they usually wear much accessories.

ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

LANA DEL REY, LILY ROSE, EVA LONGORIA AND JANET JACKSON.

♇ scorpio ascendant beauty is them having dark attractive brows, strong cheek bones and a smaller upper lip. they have owl faces, they sometimes bring their faces forward like one, especially with them having slender necks, them looking like an owl intensifies.

♇ their jaw, chiefly the side of their jaws could be long, and their beauty includes eyes that twinkles, chins that are flat, and a low mid face, it makes them look like baby dolls.

♇ could be into having really dark or light hair, but the light hair are usually with scorpio moons. their beauty involves them having curly/wavy hair, and a full face that is still structured. or you can say chiselled. they could have similar thin noses to virgo risings, but it is not as bony looking.

ꜱᴀɢɪᴛᴛᴀʀɪᴜꜱ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

KIM KARDASHIAN, PARIS HILTON, ADRIANA LIMA AND JESSICA ALEXANDER.

♇ their big sultry eyes is apart of their allure, their eyes come off as darty, and sometimes they can be the hardest ascendant to tell, appearance wise. they're people who do well with nude colours, and when it comes to their lips, their lower lip appears to be larger than their upper lip.

♇ with high cheekbones, they sometimes tend to pucker their lips a lot, which is funny because it gives the horse face structure, [im a sagittarius ascendant]. their beauty is their long noses with a buttoned tip, their nose bridges could be thin but as the nose goes lower, it can be very wide in comparison to the nose bridge.

♇ they usually have straight eyebrows, long but square faces, and heavy eye make up compliments them well. sagittarius ascendants beauty involves them having big gummy smiles and having this elf/fairy essence.

ᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴏʀɴ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

KYLIE JENNER, AISHWARYA RAI, ARIANA GRANDE AND MEGAN FOX.

♇ capricorn ascendant beauty has them mostly having short and square faces, doe eyes and eyes that are a light shade, with it being paired with having strong noses, they come off as daring and sultry. their eyebrows are usually arched, almost horn-like. most capricorn ascendants have very light pink coloured lips.

♇ they tend to have a small but pointy chin, somewhat like their sister sign, cancer. capricorn ascendant beauty involves them having most of their features in the middle, and they can sometimes appear like they're fragile, example, ariana grande. with the other capricorn ascendant people i've done research on, they usually tend to do surgery.

♇ their beauty involves them having almond shaped eyes and full eye-lashes, like dolls. they remind me of blythe dolls. most of them have this cold beauty, a type of essence that makes them appear like they're hard to reach, muted colours look good on them as well. and i've noticed they have dimples.

ᴀQᴜᴀʀɪᴜꜱ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

GABRIETTE, ZENDAYA, AURDREY HEPBURN AND AALIYAH.

♇ tim burton kind of beauty, have a specific hairstyle, and like the sign they share the same planet with, capricorn, aquarius ascendants have square heads. compared to other aquarius placements, aquarius ascendants are least likely going to have alien shaped heads in my opinion. on the other hand, their beauty involves them having a ghostly or classic type of beauty.

♇ they have pretty hands, could be the aries in the third house, and are likely interest in thin brows, or could be into styling them. overall, the eyebrows are distinct. they tend to have a big sized nose, and when it comes to their eye shapes, they are usually slender and kind of downturned, or it looks sleepy. red lipstick looks good on them.

♇ tend to have a dimple in their chin, and have sad eyes, the tip of their noses are sometimes downturned. and they have low cheekbones which adds onto their ghostly/ghastly look.

ᴘɪꜱᴄᴇꜱ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

BARBARA PALVIN, ROSÉ, JENNA ORTEGA AND SABRINA CARPENTER.

♇ they look like both baby cows but fishes at the same time, specifically the female fish from fishtales, their cheeks are usually full and puffy, and their beauty involves them having very blue eyes, if not blue, it appears as very watery. when i was looking at pictures of them, most of them had their mouths open...it's a cute fish thing.

♇ they have diamond heads and sharp chins, their beauty involves them having short eyebrows, and tend to have a surprised but focused look. they look good in many colours, but specifically pink.

♇ pisces ascendants tend to have chiselled faces, and big eyes and small figures, if not by the help by other planets. women who are pisces ascendants tend to be midgets, but its a cute look on them.

ʙᴜʏ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇꜱ ɢᴏ ᴜᴘ can get a paid venus/beauty/relationship reading from me!

[scarlet-bitch]

"Do the Things You Said You'd Do to Me"

3.7k Eddie Munson X fem!reader, no use of Y/N, little to no description of reader, 18+ explicit content-porn with plot, fluff. No upside down, 90s AU set in '97 Eddie & Reader are mid twenties.

A/N: 90% of the time I'll hear a song and immediately think - I want to write about this. It's not always the song's actual theme but specific lyrics. This idea came to me while listening to Sailor Song by Gigi Perez. Feedback/likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading & as always, I hope you enjoy! XO, Scarlet 💋

Eddie's flavor was a mix of tobacco and cinnamon. He could brand it 'red squared,' the taste of Marlboro Reds and Red Hots always lingering on his tongue. Occasionally there was a hint of weed, but he didn't often get high with you. You asked why once, and he mumbled something like, "You get me high enough already."

It was undeniably cheesy but he meant it. You had him dizzy in love, so he liked to be completely cognizant, fully immersed in the moment with you. Unfortunately, right now, he couldn't be present at all.

Eddie had been on tour for a month, with three weeks still to go. You had the pleasure of going to the first few shows, but you had your own job so you were stuck in Indiana while your boyfriend was on the road.

Aside from a few brief phone calls -soft whispers of 'I love you,' 'I miss you,' and dirty vows of what’s to come- you two hadn't spoken while he's been away. You hadn’t been apart this long since before you got together and it was driving you crazy. You didn't just miss him—you craved him.

Craved him so much so, that this past week, you considered picking up a cigarette habit. If that wasn't already pathetic, you actually did buy a pack of Red Hots, stashing them in your nightstand for your late night indulgence. It wasn't enough to think about him—you needed to taste him.

You'd feel ashamed if it wasn't exactly the sort of thing Eddie would love to hear—how desperate you were for him. And god, were you desperate.

That's how you ended up vibrator in hand, Red Hots melting on your tongue, losing yourself in thoughts of Eddie. His pretty mouth-it held the filthiest promises, yet they spilled so sweetly. After the words would leave him he'd always smirk, corners of his plush lips drawing your gaze to his big doe eyes. Those godforsaken eyes-constantly feigning innocence when in reality they were a gateway to a deep abyss that threatened to consume you and without a doubt, you'd gladly allow it.

You're fully engrossed in your fantasy of imagining his gaze boring into your own while his sinful mouth's on your cunt. A lethal combination that always had your back arching off the bed. You could feel the orgasm building, the vibrations teasing you, getting you right to the edge, and then just like that-it's gone. You're snapped out of the moment by a loud ruckus from the apartment hallway. You click the vibrator off, straining to listen, hoping it's just your imagination.

A moment passes, and you don't hear anything else. The walls are thin, so you toss it up to your neighbor’s rowdy friends, who always acted as if no one else lives in the building. You try to refocus on thoughts of Eddie, but just as you click the vibrator back on, the noise came again.

Goddamn horror movies. You shut off the vibrator, tossing it aside, face flushed and beads of sweat gathering at your hairline as you let out a frustrated sigh. This is exactly why Robin offered for you to sleepover after your movie night earlier that evening. You should have accepted her invitation, because now, alone in your apartment, you can’t shake the feeling of Ghost Face lurking in the hallway.

The blissful knot that had been forming has been replaced with one of pure anxiety. As you can faintly hear what sounds like someone shuffling at your doorway. You want to get up from your bed, shut and lock your bedroom door but you're frozen in place. Panicked and second guessing if you even locked the deadbolt.

When you hear the familiar click of your front door, you know that you didn't. Heart racing in your chest as the sound of footsteps enter your apartment. Your stomach drops, and before you can plan your next move—

“Honey, I’m home!” Eddie’s voice rings out.

You shot out of bed, and bolted from your room. There he was, standing in your living room, duffle bag slung over his shoulder. The glow of the nightlight illuminating him, showcasing that smug grin of his. "Surprise!"

“What the fuck, Eddie?” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath as you walked toward him. “That was terrifying! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

He chuckled, “That would defeat the purpose of the surprise, babe.”

“Surprise?! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

He laughed, stepping closer, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into his arms. “I’m sorry for scaring you, baby. Harrington warned me you might be jumpy.”

“Um, who the hell wouldn’t be?” You laughed, then pulled away from his embrace. “Wait—Steve was in on this? Was Robin? Don’t tell me those assholes let me watch people get sliced up for two hours knowing you were going to break in!” You exclaimed, flinging your hands out with a scoff of disbelief. “How did any of you think this was a good idea?” You added as you made your way toward your end table.

"First of all, it's not breaking in when I have a key, and it's not like this was the plan, baby! I was supposed to be at Robin's hours ago, but my flight got delayed. They didn’t want to spoil it," he said, tossing the duffle bag off his shoulder. "I've been planning this for weeks. Robin said she tried to convince you to spend the night. She told me you insisted that Scream didn’t even scare you.”

“Well, it didn’t!” you defended as your fingers found the knob of the lamp, twisting it on. “Not while watching it, at least. At midnight when someone's at my door, that's a different story.” You laughed, turning back to him.

“Now that you know it’s just me, are ya still scared?” he asked, with his head cocked to the side and a devilish grin on his lips.

“A little,” you smirked. “The boyfriend's the killer after all.”

Eddie rolled his eyes playfully as he began walking towards you. For the first time tonight, he was fully taking you in: ruffled hair, rosy cheeks, pebbled nipples against the thin material of your oversized night shirt.

"Fuck, sweetheart you look..." His breath hitched, his jeans suddenly feeling too tight. "Did I interrupt something?"

"As a matter of fact, before your grand entrance I was quite busy.. didn't even get to finish." You whispered all sultry and sweet.

He wet his lips with his tongue, a soft swallow as he drank you in. "Guess I got here at the perfect time, huh?"

You nodded as you closed the distance between you both, arms snaking around his neck as his hands came to rest on your lower back, pulling you close, bodies pressed against each other. You could feel how hard he was already. With this proximity, Eddie wasted no time connecting his lips to yours. Within seconds his tongue was eagerly pushing its way into your mouth.

There it was. Smokey cinnamon hitting your tastebuds- heavy on the cinnamon as the candy coating on your own tongue amplified it. It was everything you'd been missing.

You couldn't help but moan into Eddie's mouth, tongues colliding in needy haste. Eddie's hands moved lower, sliding over your backside before bunching up the fabric of your oversized shirt and gripping the fat of your bare ass. He let out a hiss, as you pulled back with his lower lip caught between your teeth dragging it out slowly before letting go.

"Eds," you whispered, eyelashes fluttering up at him. "Would you please, do all the things you said you'd do to me."

A gravelly moan escaped him, the moment the words left your lips. "Come on," he said, taking your hand and guiding you toward your room.

As you both entered your bedroom, you took a seat on your bed as Eddie stood against the doorframe. His eyes landed on the box of Red Hots on the nightstand, raising an eyebrow at you, a teasing smirk on his lips. "I thought I caught that on your tongue."

"Yeah," you giggled. "I... I missed you a lot and I just, I needed to taste you."

Eddie watched as you moved the vibrator that was next to you on your bed, to set it on your nightstand. The full picture of what you'd been up to before his arrival, was now at the forefront of his mind. His cock was straining harder against his jeans as he watched you lean back against your pillows, patiently awaiting his next move.

Before tonight, it had been 27 long days since he last saw you, touched you, fucked you. In less than 36 hours, he would be back on a plane, and another 21 days would stretch before he saw you again. He needed to absorb every detail of this moment—the soft, warm light casting a glow across your features, the hunger in your eyes, and the way your chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath. Your oversized shirt enveloped you, concealing the skin he ached to touch. You looked breathtakingly beautiful, and knowing you had been just as desperate for him made his heart flutter.

"What was my needy girl thinking about while she touched herself, huh?" He asked making his way toward the bed.

"Oh y'know, just your pretty face between my thighs."

"Mmm, my favorite place to be," he groaned, dropping to his knees. His arms came up to your calves, urging you closer to the edge of the bed. Once you were settled, Eddie hoisted your legs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your thighs. He slid his right hand up, eager fingers pulling the material of your oversized shirt aside, exposing your glistening cunt. A guttural moan escaped his lips at the sight, the sound making your stomach flip.

"Shit," he sighed. "You're fucking dripping."

You let out a soft hum, anticipation gnawing at you as you watched him take a bite of the soft flesh of your left inner thigh, causing your breath to hitch.

Eddie trailed open mouthed kisses up the expanse of your thigh, his hot breath fanning over your core before he moved to your right thigh, giving it the same treatment until his mouth hovered over where you longed for him most.

"Please," you whimpered.

"If I remember correctly, I believe I said I'd tease you first."

"Eddie..." you whined, frustration lacing your tone. "Please don't. I've waited long enough."

Eddie took pleasure in teasing you, reveling in the intoxicating game of cat and mouse. He delighted in how you'd squirm and beg for his touch, your desperation only fueled his desire. But right now, there was absolutely no way he could drag this out.

"Don't worry, I'm only kidding. Been dreaming of savoring this pussy for weeks," leaning forward and sliding his tongue slowly through your folds.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck," you bucked your hips up instinctively, urging his tongue to press firmer as it fluttered back and forth against your clit. "Yes, right there, fuck."

The vibrations that reverberated from his mouth as he moaned against your cunt made you let out a harsh hiss. He worked quickly, lapping at your clit with an intensity that had your eyes squeezed shut from the sensation. Your mouth went slack, breathy gasps escaping as you realized how easily you were putty under Eddie's touch. In just minutes, you were already on the brink of your orgasm.

You couldn't come yet, not when you hadn't fully taken in the sight before you. Forcing your eyes open, you watched as Eddie devoured your cunt. His big doe eyes looked up at you, lust blown -he looked so beautiful like this. Your fingers threaded through his hair as his palms gripped your thighs, pressing into the doughy flesh.

His tongue moved lower, gliding toward your entrance, and you couldn't help but rut your hips against his mouth, fucking yourself on his tongue. Eddie stayed there for a moment before swirling back to your clit, sucking harshly. He couldn't speak with his mouth full, but those pleading eyes told you everything: he wanted you to come all over his mouth.

"Yes, just like that, Eddie! Missed this so fucking much... ahh, ahhh, missed yo-fuck, ohmygod, I'm go-" You let out a silent scream, as pleasure overtook you. Your legs clamped around Eddie's face, hands moving to squeeze your breasts as he continued to suck your clit. Your back arched off the bed, your entire body quaking from the release of your orgasm. Eddie kept licking at your sensitive cunt, his tongue drawing out every last shiver of pleasure as you struggled to catch your breath as you came down.

In your blissful haze, you watched as he slowly removed himself from between your legs, undressing at the foot of your bed.

He looked so beautiful, you were enamored by it. Your gaze following his tattoos, like a game of connect the dots. Admiring each of them as if this were the first time you were seeing them. You lingered on his most recent addition—a tattooed kiss above his left hip bone. You had a habit of kissing him there, and one day, after leaving a lipstick print, Eddie was so in love with how it looked, he decided to immortalize it in ink.

While you loved it, you also worried he might regret such an impulsive, permanent choice. He only smiled, assuring you, "I’ll forever be yours, so it might as well be branded on me."

"What're you thinking about, sweetheart?" Eddie asked pulling you out of your thoughts, his fingers toying with the waist band of his boxers.

"How pretty you are," you smiled, sitting up and leaning forward, replacing his hands with your own. Your lips brushed over the tattoo, eliciting a shudder from Eddie. You trailed soft kisses across his abdomen to his right hip bone, then slowly pulled down his boxers.

Your breath caught as his cock was revealed -so pretty, hard, and leaking pre cum. You pressed a gentle kiss to the tip, before teasing it with slow, soft licks.

"Christ," Eddie muttered through gritted teeth.

Your fingernails sank into his hips, sure to leave marks as you pulled him closer, taking his tip into your mouth and sucking.

"Ahh fuck," he moaned,

Normally, you'd bob your head, eager to take him fully. But the ache between your thighs was back, more intense than before.

You pulled back, eyes glistening-not from the act, but from the pure desperation you were suddenly feeling.

"I want more," you whined as you moved your hand to stroke his cock. "Want you to fuck me, Eds."

"Is that what'ya want," his hand coming to cup your cheek. "My cock inside you?"

You tightened your grip on his length, a desperate whine falling from your lips as you nodded. "Please."

Eddie inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering shut at the sound of your voice pleading for him. Your words dripped with honey, sweet and melodic. "Lay back for me, sweetheart, and take off your shirt. I want to see all of you."

You obeyed, your heart racing as he reached for a condom from your nightstand. After rolling it over his length, he climbed onto the bed, settling on his knees between your spread legs.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his hands caressing your body, lips kissing the soft skin of your tummy and trailing up toward your breasts.

A chorus of moans escaped you as he suckled and nipped at your breasts. He moved slowly, working his way up to your collarbone and along your neck, every kiss a tantalizing reminder of what you craved.

You grabbed his face, crashing your lips against his in a hungry frenzy of teeth and tongue. "Eddie, stop teasing," you urged breathlessly, feeling him line himself up at your entrance.

He couldn't help himself, he'd been satiated enough from devouring you earlier, he had to taunt you a little. "That's half the fun, baby. Love seeing you so worked up," he growled, his hands squeezing your hips.

"Far past worked up."

He chuckled, "Yeah? Tell me how badly you want it."

"Don't want, need. Need you to fill me, Eddie."

"And I will, baby, I will. But it's been a while, maybe I should take my time?"

"No, I can handle it," you insisted.

"You can also be patient though, right?" He tsked softly, pressing the tip inside slowly. Your breath hitched as you mewled at the sensation.

A stream of praise tumbled from his lips, barely coherent as you saw stars from the stinging pleasure of his cock. He tantalized you with slow half thrusts, and you needed more. Arching your back, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Eddie thrived on how needy you were, how much you made him feel desired. All he wanted was to give you everything you craved. He inched deeper, stretching you, filling you completely, both of you gasping at the sensation. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the tight warmth around him. "You feel so goddamn good," he groaned, beginning to move.

You were nearly in tears, eyes blown wide as Eddie found a steady pace, your nails now clawing at his back. "Feels perfect," you cried out.

"Sure does, sweetheart. Like you were made just for me," he groaned.

"All for you."

Eddie leaned closer, his left forearm braced against the bed, while his right pressed against your chest his hand gripping your neck gently. Your legs fell open, falling to the sides of his torso, over his spread thighs as he continued to thrust into you, at an increased pace.

The tension coiled tighter, building faster than you expected. You grasped his bicep with your right hand, the other clutching his forearm that was on your chest.

His face hovered over yours, gaze locked onto each others. The lust that once filled his eyes had transformed into something softer—half lidded and glistening, a reflection of pleasure and the surge of emotions swirling between you.

"Missed you so fucking much," he breathed removing his grip from your neck, to instead lace his fingers with yours and rest your hand against the mattress as he continued to pound into you.

You nodded your head, rendered absolutely speechless by the pure ecstasy his cock was giving you.

The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, breathy gasps and lewd moans, as the two of you continued to lose yourselves within each other.

"That's it, baby. I can feel you clenching," Eddie coaxed. "Let go for me, I'm right there with you."

You let your orgasm wash over you, Eddie's thrusts never letting up even as he came with you.

As the height of pleasure dulled, he rolled his hips lazily, his forehead pressing against yours as your lips met in a soft collision.

"I love you," you murmured.

"I love you too," he replied, rolling onto his side to lie next to you.

You cuddled for a while, Eddie's fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he shared stories about the road and the gigs he's played. You caught him up on your job and what life had been like in Hawkins since he’d been gone, telling him all the details about your movie night at Robin's. You even joked that if it had been Ghost Face who "broke in" tonight, as long as you got the same treatment you just received, you wouldn't have minded.

"Halloween '97, here I come. No tricks, all treats—I’ll fuck you with the mask on," he teased.

You playfully nudged him, and he shrugged. "Just saying, I'm open to it," he laughed, reaching over you to grab the Red Hots from your nightstand, popping some into his mouth.

He was beaming at you, eyes bright and wide, sucking hard on the candy in his cheek. "I'll be right back," he said, hopping out of bed and throwing on his boxers.

"Where are you going?"

"I have something for you," he called as he headed into the living room.

You sat up, the comforter pulled over you, eagerly awaiting his return.

"It's not much," he said as he walked back into your room, arms behind his back. "And don't be alarmed that it’s been used."

"Okay," you replied, cocking your head to the side, eyebrow raised with a questioning smile.

Eddie made his way back onto the bed, sitting in front of you. "You weren't alone in going out of your way for uh... reminders," he laughed, revealing a bottle of your favorite perfume. "Sleeping on a bus is rough, okay? The motels aren't any better, and I just needed... you."

A soft giggle escaped your lips. "Oh my god, Eddie."

"I sprayed my pillow. The bus driver gave the me idea, said his wife sends him with her perfume every time he's away. The downside was that it made me increasingly horny. Like, I was popping a boner every time my head hit the pillow."

You were choking on your laughter.

"It's not funny, baby. Do you know how hard it is to jack off on a tour bus? Everyone can hear everything! I had to smother myself with the pillow to keep myself from fucking moaning but that only made it worse. The scent was just intensified, and felt like my head was just buried in your neck while I fucked my hand and I'd just moan louder."

You laughed, heart swooning that he'd been as much of a mess as you. "Well, at least we're both terrible at being apart."

"Tragically lovesick, I think they call it," he murmured, a teasing smile on his lips as he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to yours.

"When's your flight back?"

"Sunday at noon," he replied.

You glanced at the clock on wall. "So we've got 34 hours left, and I if I remember correctly," you teased using his own words from earlier. "I asked you to do the things you said you would."

"Right," he said a cheeky grin on his lips. "And I think I told you on our last phone call, that when I saw you, I'd make you cum once for every day we'd been apart. Is that right?"

"Mhmm. Only 25 more to go," you added.

"We better get to it then," he smirked.

[hearts-4-vicky]

i NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

some pussydrunk!giselle ☹️

hi friends..!!!

warnings: pussy drunk gigi(obv) edging kinda, pussy eating, fingering.., petnames (baby, pretty), she rlly likes kissing ig. gigi calls herself mommy ..👅 idk what else !!!

not proofread..

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never did you think you’d be spending your days like this, a pretty girl between your legs having her way with you

but you’re not complaining..

her head trapped in your plush thighs while fucks your entrance, her tongue exploring you as if she wasn’t doing the same thing the day before

she says its her favorite place, always there whether its for eating you or not, aeri just loves to be close to you

your mind goes blank feeling her finger slide into your cunt, she lazily kisses around your entrance

you squirm and grind on her palm, hands tangled in her hair for leverage

“uh! fuck.. gigi.. gigi please—“

she goes back to sucking on your clit, hard, cutting you off. your voice whiny

she grabs you by the hips and starts slowly licking your folds, not wanting to end her fun

you feel her giggle into your pussy, making you frown

aeri rests her head on your right thigh, softly smiling at you

“ my baby jus taste too good… m’ sorry pretty..” she whispers into your inner thigh, pressing soft kisses between her words, “jus a lil more? you’ll do it for mommy.. right?”

you gulp seeing the look in her eyes.

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hey guys… did u miss me❤️ ik its short but i literally cannot write anything for some reason… so um howve u guys been!! yeah i swear i wont disappear again…

stay safe and i love you lots!!!!

- Vicky 💋

[cinewhore]

Back in the Saddle

Pairing: Boone x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: angst, little fluff, tornadoes! more like one tornado but you get the picture. mentions of pregnancy - nothing described in detail.

A/N: you already know what it is. this is more angsty than what I planned but I enjoy it. I hope you do too. absolutely no beta. An alternate ending may be posted soon. Credits to the gif artist.

The screams of amused thrill seekers followed by the sweet smell of candy apples brought more warmth to your heart than you’d imagine. 

A carnival camped out in the parking lot of your old community college felt typical of the town you left, resurfacing memories you swore you’d never revisit. You planned to stay in for the night, maybe catch a flick or catch up on some emails you’ve been avoiding but your little one insisted on coming after passing by one night on the way home. 

“Mama, can we go to the party? Gigi says I’ve been good.” she mentioned earlier that evening. It was true, you had been taking her to your mothers while you acclimated to your new job. At first you were worried, nervous that she would throw tantrums and beg to stay with you because you were all that she had known up until this point. You packed your bags weeks into the pregnancy and handled going into labor all by yourself. It wasn’t ideal and looking back, a pretty big mistake but your mother always greeted you with grace and patience, even if you didn’t extend it to yourself. 

Bailey took to her like moths to a light. They were inseparable and whenever Bailey left your mothers house, she’d always ask when she was going back. 

“Well, if Gigi said you were good then we can go. Maybe we can split some pizza and ice cream?” 

You’d never seen Bailey run faster to put her shoes on. 

The two of you cheered during the pig race, got dizzy while riding the spinning teacups and loaded up the photo app on your phone with pictures of her riding her first roller coaster. It was rewarding to watch her navigate this space, eyes aglow. You were working yourself down to the bone as the new executive assistant to a local lawyer but if it meant that Bailey could enjoy her childhood more than you ever did, that was a sacrifice you’d make. 

After a few hours of enjoying the rides, you decided it was time for dinner. You order two cheese slices and head to a quiet picnic table near the edge of the dining area. 

With the slice mere centimeters from your mouth, Bailey taps you. “You’re supposed to say grace first.” 

You sigh, setting the food down and crossing your hands together. Bailey watches you carefully, mimicking your actions. 

“Go on, then. Say grace.” 

Bailey squeezes her tiny eyes shut. “Dear Jesus, thank you for pizza. And Gigi. And momma. And piggies. Amen.” 

“Amen.” 

You show her how to fold the slice in half, making it easier for her to chew. You did your best to keep her clean, she insisted on wearing her new shirt tonight but children will be children. A big splat of pizza sauce lands on her shirt before dribbling down onto her jeans. 

You groan and dab your finger along the excess red liquid, licking it before it has time to set it. “Bailey! Look at that, now I’m gonna have to do laundry tonight.” 

“Sorry, mama!” The toddler attempts to help you but makes things worse. 

You grab at her hands to stop her. “Just-can you be a big girl and grab some napkins for me?” 

“From where?” 

You gaze around before your eyes land on a condiments table, a full container of napkins resting beside the ketchup. 

“Right there. Go on, I’m watching you from here.” 

Bailey nods and takes off, going as fast as her little legs can carry her. Halfway to the table, she bowls straight into a group of people, colliding into a leg,  landing flat on her tush. 

“Woah! You alright there little speed racer?” the victim asks her and you freeze. 

You knew this was always a possibility. Hell, the town wasn’t that big. You knew that at any given moment, you’d stop running from your past and run right into it instead. You just wish it wasn’t tonight. 

Bailey is more stunned than hurt and she doesn’t give the man a chance to help her before she’s barreling back to you. 

You stand and console her, hoping that if you don’t make eye contact with him that he’d disappear. 

Unfortunately, Boone wasn’t the kind of guy you’d ignore. 

He calls out your name in disbelief and you exhale softly, slowly lifting your head. There he was, in all of his tanned glory. Boone certainly had grown, muscles well defined and mustache thick. His hair was longer, tucked under a signature trucker hat. Crooked smile as bright as ever. 

“Holy shit.” 

“Hi, Boone.” 

You break eye contact to see that he was with his crew, the infamous tornado wranglers. They all stare between the two of you, the unspoken history of your relationship hanging in the air above them. The silence was fucking comical. 

Lily clears her throat. “Uh, guys, we should, um get in line for the funnel cakes. Before, ya know, it gets long.” 

She not so subtly pushes Boone towards you, herding everyone else off into the opposite direction. 

“This is the last place I’d expect to run into you.” Boone comments, attempting to lean on the picnic table across from yours but he miscalculates his reach and nearly stumbles into you. 

“Oh!” you exclaim, helping him steady his footing. “Still clumsy.” 

“You know I always fell for you.” He chuckles nervously. Bailey tugs on your jeans and you rub your hand across her head in a soothing manner. She stares curiously at Boone, who squats to meet her eye line. 

“And what’s your name, pretty little lady?” 

You look down at her as well, nudging her gently to let her know it was ok. 

“My name is Bailey.” 

Boone raises his eyebrows enthusiastically. “Well, I’ll be! That’s my favorite name. Did you know that? Are you a secret mind reader?” 

Bailey giggles, gaining more confidence as she steps from behind your leg and closer to Boone. “No, mister smarty pants! You’re silly.” 

Boone keeps the amused look on his face, searching yours for clarification.

“Ah, mister smarty pants is a puppet in this show she likes to watch. Everyone besides my mother and I are referred to as such. His pants wear glasses. It’s weird.” you explain. 

“Well, how ‘bout this?” Boone rummages around his many cargo pants compartments before pulling out a pair of sunglasses. He places them above his knee, balancing it with precision. 

“It’s me, Mister Smarty Pants!” 

You shake your head, pointing upwards with your finger. “Higher octave.” 

Boone tries out a number of voices, not giving up until Bailey laughs. You smile tenderly at the interaction. He gestures to your table and you all sit back down, Bailey going to town on her food. You had given up on trying to keep her neat, you would be staying up late regardless. May as well get laundry out of the way. 

Getting Bailey settled means your attention was shifted and this allowed Boone to fully take you in. It had been about three years since he last saw you in person, the burner instagram account he used to keep with you digitally proving futile, as you weren’t the social media type. Your face took more shape, body fuller. Your accent was masked, bits and pieces of it slipping out when you pronounced certain words. You wore an effective mask, a sure symptom of your failed relationship and attempt to acclimate to the city life. 

You look up to catch him staring. He blushes and bites his lip, toying with his hat. You prop your hand under your chin, tilting your head sideways. 

“What has Boone been up to all these years? Still risking your life for random people on the internet?” 

“You can say that. These folks aren’t random though, they are devoted fans of our crew! We’ve reached our million subscriber milestone. Look,” Boone pulls up his youtube channel and holds the phone up to your face. “Tornado Wranglers going global, baby!” 

“Wow, that’s amazing. I remember when you first started that. I’m happy you stuck with it.” 

Boone nods, reading in-between the lines. The youtube channel hadn’t been the deciding factor in you ending your relationship with Boone but it definitely was a cause. You thought it reckless, constantly begging him to consider getting a “real” job. It didn’t help that when he told you that he was going to work with Tyler full time, it was the same day you found out you were pregnant with Bailey. 

You see him in her all the time, it was sickening. Their off putting humor, lopsided smiles and unrelenting curiosity was enough to drive you up the wall. Bailey would ask from time to time about her “papa” and you’d always switch the conversation, redirecting her attention to something else. It had gotten to the point where she just ultimately just stopped asking. 

You’d always imagine having a family with Boone. Call it a teenage fantasy but it always felt like an endgame with you two. You met during your first year of college, both stuck as chemistry lab partners. Boone was the class clown, although it wasn’t like he was actively trying to be. He was off kilter and you liked that about him, it was a stark difference from everyone else you grew up with. It also didn’t help that he was the smartest one in the class. 

He became your tutor, then your friend and finally, your boyfriend. 

Boone studies Bailey as she eats. “How, uh, old is she?” 

You sigh deeply. “I think you can guess, Boone.” 

He nods gently. “You been in town long? 

“Uh, about six months. It got a bit harder juggling her on my own. My mom’s been helping out. I started a new job at a law firm, so I’m there for most of the day.” 

“That explains your clothes then.” 

You glance down at your corporate attire, pulling your blazer across your slightly exposed cleavage. “Had to grow up someday, ya know?” 

“You think I haven’t?” Boone asks, a hint of frustration in his tone. He rarely got upset and watching him wrestle with his emotions now was a bit unsettling. 

“Listen, I wasn’t expecting to have this conversation today, so forgive me if I don’t use the right words.” 

Boone hums, jaw ticking. “It’s just that, you know, I’ve been here. If you needed help or whatever, I could’ve done that. Especially seeing that she’s my ch-” 

You hurry to cover Bailey’s ears. “Can you not! Jesus, Boone! It’s just like you, never knowing when to quit.” Bailey watches keenly as the two of you bicker, voices muffled and mixed in with the ambiance of the carnival. 

“Just like you never know when to stop running.” 

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does but Boone’s words seep into an open wound and cuts deep. You bite your lip to stop them from quivering and Boone’s facial expression gives way, aware that he crossed a line. 

“I’m sorry-” 

“It’s fine. It’s true, anyhow.” 

It was hereditary. Your grandmother left her children when things got too hard. Your mother gave you up for a period of time, passing you around from relative to relative while she got her shit together. Then there was you, getting knocked up unexpectedly and running off from the only man who truly loved you. After eighteen hours of agonizing labor, when the nurses plopped a pale and howling newborn on your chest, something clicked. You decided that for now, you were done running. You would be the mother to Bailey that your mother wasn’t for you and that your grandmother wasn’t to her children. 

Telling Boone was a part of your plan, it really was but between work and raising Bailey, there wasn’t much time left to ruminate on how to notify him that he was a father after all these years. Not after the way it ended. 

You were waitressing at a diner near campus during that time. You were trying to keep up with school but it proved more difficult than you could imagine. You and Boone moved hastily into a studio apartment, despite your mother’s warnings. The two of you were in love. What’s true love compared to anything else?  Boone dropped out after freshman year, promising that his work with Tyler would catapult you two into a better situation. Just give me some time, he’d say. You did. You met Boone when you were 19. At that point, you’d turn 22, become a dropout and nothing had changed. 

The straw that broke the camel's back was coming home after a long shift at the diner to find an eviction notice on your door. It had been Boone’s responsibility to give the rent check to your landlord so you were very shocked to find out that Boone hadn’t delivered the last two. 

When you confronted him about where the money had gone, fearful that he began using drugs or developed a gambling addiction, he reluctantly told you that he was developing a tornado tracking device and that the money was needed for a prototype. You ran to the kitchen sink to vomit, told him that you’d save the conversation for later and went to bed. 

You and your belongings were gone when he woke up the next morning. 

Bailey claps her hands together, signaling that she was done with food. She points at the paper plate. “Trash?” 

“Yes, baby, trash. You can put it in there by yourself, mommy can see you from here.” 

Scrunching her eyebrows in deep concentration, Bailey wanders back over near the condiments table, making sure not to run this time. 

“She’s pretty smart for a tiny person.” Boone notes. 

“She is! My mom has been good with her. I think she benefits from spending time with her more than I do. It’s like she gets a second chance at raising a kid.” 

Boone gazes at you, brown eyes pooled over with acute affection. “I’d like to maybe get a second chance at being there for you. The both of you. If you’ll have me, of course.” 

Remember, you’re done running.

You smirk and attempt to smother down the heat rising to your cheeks. Boone mirrors your expression before it completely drops. 

You frown, nervous that you said or did the wrong thing. “Boone?” 

He stands to his feet abruptly, eyes darting across the dark skyline behind you. The air becomes still, the miniscule hairs rising along your arms and neck. A sensation you were all too familiar with. 

You stand next to Boone on shaky legs, blinking your eyes rapidly to try and force them to adjust to the night sky, to see what he sees. 

Thunder rumbles in the distance, lighting illuminating the terrifying reality you were about to come face to face with. 

A twister. 

“Boone! We gotta move! NOW!” Tyler’s voice roars out from behind you. The crowds surrounding you all begin to panic and scatter, the warning siren screeching violently. 

You instinctively reach out to grab for Bailey but realize she isn’t there.

You spin in a circle, heartbeat rising erratically. Within a blink of an eye, your baby was gone. You could hear Boone repeating your name frantically, tugging on your arm, begging you to move but you couldn’t. You weren’t leaving without Bailey. 

“She’s gone.” you whimper, hands flying over your mouth. “I lost her, Boone!” 

He turns to look at his crew. “Go! I’ll catch up.” 

“You fucking better!” Lily screams. 

Boone turns to you, grasping your face with his hands. “Darlin’, we’re gonna find her, ok? We just can’t stand here cause if we do, we’re gonna die.”

You choke out a cry. 

“Ok, ok! Die may not be the best word to use but it will not be good!” 

He grabs you and the two of you run deeper into the carnival, calling out for Bailey. It felt useless, given the sheer amount of screams and bodies that were furiously scattering all around you. The wind picks up and scatters debris every which way, game stalls and food stands being ripped from the ground. 

“Watch out!” you shout, shifting Boone out of the way of a falling dunk tank. The water rushes towards you, sweeping away a few who were not fast enough to dodge it. 

“There!” he points and you follow the direction of his finger. Across the way is Bailey, standing by a water fountain, crying. 

You both push your way through the frenzy, dropping at your knees to assess your daughter. Outside of sporting a few cuts and bruises, she was fine. 

“Come on baby girl, we go to go!” 

Bailey shakes her head furiously, planting her feet firmly in the ground. “I’m scared!” 

You try to lift her into your arms but it’s no use, she won’t move. Boone tickles at her stomach to get her attention. 

“You ever heard of a spider monkey before?” He asks. 

Bailey shakes her head. 

“So, they’re these freaky little monkeys, you know, with long legs and tails. They run around on each other like backpacks. You think you can climb on my back and pretend to be a spider monkey?” 

Boone makes a few monkey noises, scratching underneath his chin. This elicits a small grin from Bailey and she gives in. Once secured to Boone, the three of you take off in the direction of the community college building, where people are taking shelter. 

The tornado is unrelenting as it closes in on the parking lot, cutting power lines and sucking up everything in its path. The forceful winds tug at the sloppily put together mini ferris wheel right in front of you, the metal groaning in weak protest before it topples over, crushing a family underneath it. It blocks your clear exit to the building. 

“We’re not gonna make it in time.” Boone announces. 

“What are we gonna do?” 

Boone scans the area with precise expertise, like a dog on the scent. It doesn’t take long before he’s taking your hand and leading you to a grassy area. 

“There!” He points to an adjacent neighborhood, noticing a ditch in front of a small house. It wasn’t the best idea but given the situation, it was the only choice you had. 

You dodge a few abandoned cars, trying to be mindful of your steps. Boone is gentle as he removes Bailey from her position and hands her over to you, instructing you to get in the ditch first. 

“Bailey, I need you to hold on to me and keep your eyes closed, understand?” 

You feel her nod against your chest. Boone hops in after you, shielding your body with his. The tornado whistles as it finally reaches you, the sound causing you to grind your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut. You don’t dare move until Boone releases his hold on you. 

The place was wrecked to hell. Overturned cars, ripped carnival games, fallen trees. Years worth of reconstruction that only took seconds to destroy. It was a reason why you wanted to leave, why you wanted to raise Bailey elsewhere. You didn’t want to have to constantly expose her to such harsh weather but let’s face it, you’re a southern girl at heart. If it wasn’t a tornado, it would be a hurricane, flood or worse. 

The best you could do is prepare her for this life and there was no one else better to help than Boone. 

TWO YEARS LATER.

“You sure about this?” your mother asks you for the millionth time. 

“Nope,” you sigh. “But it’s his day, he’s a professional and I trust him.” 

Your mother scoffs, patting you on the back. “Lying to yourself. Like a good mother should. Bailey! Hurry up, your father is going to be here any minute.” 

Bailey comes rushing down the stairs, dressed in a similar fashion to Boone. You give her a once over, smoothing down her wild hair. “Are you excited?” 

“Mhm!” Bailey hums, bouncing up and down on her feet. “I’m gonna be a storm chaser!” 

“Oh, brother.” you mumble, voice drowned out by the thumping bass of country music, a signifier that Boone had arrived.

You open up the door to reveal Tyler’s truck, Boone hopping out the passenger side before the vehicle could even be put in park. 

“Monkey!” Boone yells, Bailey darting out from behind you and out the door, straight into her fathers arms. He wrestles her around, mindful not to overdo it while you are watching. 

The horn sounds off and Tyler pops his head out from the driver seat as he waves to you, Lily and Dexter’s coming out from the back. You cringe at the ear splitting noise and wave back, knowing you were definitely going to get shit from the neighbors. 

Boone walks up to you and presses a small kiss on your cheek. “Hey hot mama. I promise to have her back before dinner.” 

You stare at him sternly, lips pressed into a thing line. “And?” 

Boone groans playfully. “I promise not to let her ride shotgun, use Lily’s drone, have her within 1,000 feet of a tornado, alcohol or Tyler’s groupies.” 

“Very good, thank you.” You pinch Bailey’s cheeks, smiling at her fondly. “Behave, the both of you. 

“Yes ma’am.” they answer in unison. 

You lean against the railings of your porch, watching as Boone helps Bailey into the backseat. Your arrangement wasn’t perfect but for now, it worked. You were still trying to figure out how to best repair your relationship and you felt it necessary to take things slow, get to know one another again as you eased back into things. Romantic feelings lingered but you wanted to make sure that you put Bailey first. She’d be the most hurt out of everyone if this didn’t go well. 

Boone had adjusted quite nicely to being a father in his own way, full of quirks and surprises as always. It was nice having him around again after not seeing him for so long and you would do everything in your power to make things work. 

“Hey!” you call out to Boone as he climbs back into the passenger seat. 

Boone stops midway. “Yeah?” 

“...I love you.” 

Boone’s smile nearly splits his face in half. Tyler pretends to gag. He revs the engine and pulls out of the yard delicately, cranking up the speed down the residential street like a bat out of hell once out of your line of view. 

You weren’t sure how you felt about being back in the saddle with Boone but you knew you had more confidence this go round. 

Besides, it wasn’t like it was your first rodeo. 

[jumpingpuddles]

Farscape: Durka Returns

[jayflrt]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 36. provisional fight club

"LET'S LAY DOWN SOME GROUND RULES FIRST," Choi Yeonjun declared as he rolled his neck to get a few cricks out. "No biting, no chickening out, no kicking a man while he's already down—unless that man is Heeseung—"

Heeseung's face screwed up. "What the fuck?"

"—and no one breathes a word of this to anyone else."

Sunghoon, who had looked disgruntled from the moment he stepped foot inside the boxing gym, let out a huff. "Wasn't planning on it."

"I've already broken that last rule, though," said Yeonjun with an air of indifference.

"What? Then why would you make that a rule?" Jay asked, exasperated.

"I booked the gym so I'm allowed to break my own rules." He shrugged. "Anyway, who watched Fight Club? Rule one of Provisional Fight Club: You do not talk about Provisional Fight Club."

"Which you already broke," Sunghoon reminded.

"Yes, but, from now on."

The four of them stood around awkwardly for a while, with Yeonjun aimlessly stretching his limbs and Jay pretending to look around the gym and take in each detail. Jay hadn't realized just how tense the atmosphere had been between them until this moment, and he wasn't quite sure how he would muster up the willpower to even throw a punch at any of them. He was trying to recall the few YouTube tutorials he watched on how to punch; all he could remember was Jake specifically warning him not to close his fingers around his thumb.

Eventually, the tension became so suffocating that it was Sunghoon who broke first.

"Okay, yeah, this isn't happening, Yeonjun," he said. "This is too awkward. No one's even mad enough to fight."

"What? No, give it a chance," Yeonjun replied. "Let's just start talking shit about each other openly. Here, I'll go first: Heeseung, you're a hypocrite and no one likes you."

Heeseung, who barely even uttered a word until now other than cussing to himself, looked absolutely bewildered. "The fuck? What did I ever do to you?"

"See?" Yeonjun said with a flourish of his wrist, turning to face Sunghoon and Jay again. "Pretty simple."

"Actually, I don't even understand why you have a problem with me," Heeseung spat at Yeonjun, chest puffing up in his bout of fury. "It's you that's been stirring the pot."

"Oh, you're getting right into it, aren't you?"

"Maybe, yeah. Someone has to take things seriously around here."

"Is that so?"

"Ever since you gave Gigi those—"

"Oh, please, is this about the speed?" Yeonjun rolled his neck and let out a petulant groan. "You act like she's coked-out or something—give her a break. This is why she finds you so fucking annoying."

Heeseung scoffed and took a step closer. For a moment, Jay was sure he was going to strike, but then Heeseung's demeanor grew eerily calm.

Perhaps that wasn't a sign to relax; Heeseung's expression even made Sunghoon stiffen up as Yeonjun raised his brows, unamused, boldly throwing Heeseung a simpering smile. Heeseung was an elastic band right now, and Yeonjun was only pulling harder and harder.

"Heeseung," Jay interjected carefully.

"It's chill, Jay," Yeonjun said. "We're fine. Right, Heeseung?"

"Right." Heeseung kept his gaze fixed on Yeonjun as he spoke. "We're just talking."

Although their reassurance did nothing to undo the tight knot in Jay's chest, he let out a heavy sigh. "Okay, good, so—"

Jay heard the impact before he saw the strike; Heeseung lunged and punched Yeonjun in the face.

"—oh," Jay finished, stunned.

The swing caught Yeonjun under the jaw, sending him stumbling backward with a flash of crimson trickling from his bottom lip. For a moment, he looked disoriented as he regained his footing, and then Yeonjun wiped off the blood with his wrist and glowered at Heeseung.

"Fuck, that hurt." It was probably the first time Jay had heard Yeonjun get furious. His tone was still somewhat playful, but there was an edge of frustration that made him worry for Heeseung's safety. After another breath, he seemed to simmer down. "Feel better? Are you still pissed off?"

"Much better," Heeseung said, shaking off the sting from his knuckles, "but I'm still a little pissed."

"Can I hit you back?"

"No."

"That's not fair," Sunghoon spoke up. "If Yeonjun has a problem with you, then you should let him hit you back."

"That wasn't a rule!" Heeseung exclaimed.

"It was," Jay confirmed. "No chickening out."

"Also, let's not leave actual injuries—not injuries on the face, at least," Sunghoon added. "The Order's gonna ask questions if we show up with a bunch of bruises."

"I think it's a little late for that." Yeonjun scoffed, prodding his fingers against the purplish-blue splotch that started to form on his skin. "I think it's only fair if I get to hit him back at least once."

Heeseung's chest had been rising and falling in rapid succession for the past few minutes, but his breaths started to become more shallow after he took his anger out on Yeonjun. The fire that had been blazing in his eyes seemed to die down, and the shadows cast on his face didn't look so harsh anymore.

Jay considered not bringing up what happened with Jaehyun. He wasn't sure he wanted to be on the receiving end of Heeseung's rage.

"Okay, fine," Heeseung decided. "Go ahead and hit me, but I don't get why you're mad in the first place, anyway."

Yeonjun furrowed his brows and crossed his arms. "I just can't understand why this concerns you so much. You and Gigi aren't even that close, and it's not like you had a problem with me being people's plug before."

"You were there freshman year. You saw how bad her addiction got."

"Yeah, it was bad, but—”

"You're okay with her relapsing?"

"She's not a little freshman anymore, Heeseung. I think Gigi's more than capable of taking care of herself." His eyes grew wider, like he had been struck with electrifying realization, and he asked, "Are you jealous?"

"What?"

"You're jealous... you're jealous that I'm Gigi's plug and not yours."

"Okay, stop right there," Heeseung deadpanned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Don't get ahead of yourself." When Yeonjun looked as though he wasn't buying whatever Heeseung was saying, the latter gave up and straightened his back. "You know what? Fine. Just hit me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, whatever. Probably less painful than whatever it is you're spewing."

Yeonjun wound up his arm, almost comically, and Heeseung clenched his jaw to brace himself for the impact. Yelling at each other only seconds ago must have taken out enough steam out from both of them. Yeonjun was almost smiling and Heeseung had certainly set his pride aside this one time.

"Don't worry," Yeonjun said, his voice all sweet and light all of a sudden, "you can always ask me for drugs."

Heeseung grumbled something inaudible, irritated, which was a poor decision considering Yeonjun swung his fist at that very moment. The impact was hard enough to have Heeseung stumbling back, nearly ending up on the ground from how disoriented he was, but the punch left a nasty welt along his cheek and blood running down to his chin from his teeth accidentally tearing into his lower lip.

"Good punch," Heeseung muttered.

"Thanks," he replied. "I figured you'd be getting a lot more from Sunghoon, anyway."

Heeseung blanched, turning to Sunghoon, who had his arms crossed and his gaze to the floor.

"Yeah," Sunghoon spoke up, pushing himself off from where he was leaning against the wall to take Yeonjun's place in front of Heeseung. "My turn."

Jay already knew where this was going. He recalled that night when Heeseung opened up to him about his feelings for you, which unfortunately bloomed before you got into a relationship with Sunghoon. There was no reason for Heeseung to fight back on this one, and he could tell that his friend was already starting to accept his defeat.

Yeonjun bumped shoulders with Jay and snorted. "This one should be good."

"You have anything you wanna say first?" Sunghoon asked, cracking his knuckles one-by-one while Heeseung just stared at his fist.

"Uh, not really."

"Good."

The sheer force of Sunghoon's blow had Heeseung falling in a crumpled heap before Sunghoon could even draw back his arm. It didn't end there. Sunghoon pulled his friend up to his feet again, although Heeseung was staggering to regain his balance, and he swung his fist again.

Before Sunghoon could hit him again, Heeseung blocked his next punch with shaky hands.

"I'm sorry," he apologized (somewhat pathetically, Jay observed), "but you should know that I never acted on my feelings because you're my friend, too."

"But you did." Sunghoon's eyes were cold. "Can you really say you've never acted upon your feelings?"

"Yeah?"

Before even Jay could see it coming, Sunghoon threw another punch. Heeseung groaned from the sting, gently touching his bruised skin with his fingertips.

"You said not the face!" Heeseung complained.

"We've been friends for a long time now," Sunghoon said. "I'd like to think we're close enough for you to tell me the truth."

Jay had watched plenty of arguments break out between his friends but never anything like this. It was clear that Heeseung was grappling with his words for a moment, internally trying to figure out if he should just let everything out. Jay was immediately reminded of the first night he met all of them—watching Heeseung leaving his own girlfriend behind to try and comfort you—and he was wasn't sure how this would fare well for their friendship.

"Sure," Heeseung admitted with a hint of spite. "Sure, maybe a little. Could you blame me? She and I stopped being as close once you two started dating, and then you treated her like shit. I couldn't even comfort her anymore."

Jay involuntarily clenched his fist behind his back. It wasn't that Heeseung couldn't comfort you; he simply went about it in all the wrong ways. You essentially had no other choice but to distance yourself when he kept hitting on you whenever you were most vulnerable. Jay knew that he was supposed to keep his emotions under check around them, but he couldn't help but feel angry.

"And it's not just me," Heeseung continued with a huff. To Jay's dismay, he pointed his finger straight at him. "Jay's been getting close to her, too."

Jay gawked at the two of them. "Me?"

"It's not his turn yet," Yeonjun said as he was trying to tear open a granola bar.

"Shut up, dude." Heeseung rolled his eyes before turning back to Jay. "You can't tell me you haven't been interested in Y/N, either."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't made a single move on her."

Now Sunghoon was intrigued. He turned his attention away from Heeseung to stare at Jay, raising a brow as if he was confirming a previously-held suspicion. The look on his face only made Jay's stomach sink deeper.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

"I said interested, not that you made a move on her," Heeseung said. "I've felt this way for a while, but you've been spending a lot of time around her lately."

"That—that doesn't mean anything."

Yeonjun threw his head back to laugh. "Oh my god."

Sunghoon frowned. "What?"

"Nothing. I just think you two are overcomplicating a very simple explanation for this," Yeonjun said, shrugging. "You just feel threatened."

"Threatened?" Sunghoon sneered. "Why would I ever feel threatened?"

"You two have feelings for Y/N, you see her hanging around Jay all the time, so you become jealous because you can't understand why she's choosing him out of the both of you. It's simple enough to figure out."

Jay never wanted to strangle Yeonjun the way he wanted to right now, even though he was saying all the right things that Jay wanted to hear. Regarding the situation at hand, though, he was certain he would be safer if Yeonjun dug a grave and buried him inside.

They were quiet for a few moments before Sunghoon asked in a calm voice, "Do you like Y/N?"

Jay stiffened. "I'd never ask her out."

"That's not what I asked. I said, do you like Y/N?"

Heeseung looked curious, too, and for a moment, Jay could make out sympathy in his eyes. He had been in the same position where he couldn't admit his feelings honestly.

But Jay had different reasons for not wanting to admit his feelings, and it made him feel horrible to even be in such a position.

"It doesn't matter if I have feelings for her or not," he settled for saying instead, letting his head hang low. "I'm never asking her out. We're both just... too different."

"When did you start liking her?"

"Not when you two were—"

"When?"

"Just... just recently..."

Before his words could trail off, Jay was immediately struck with blinding, white-hot pain in his jaw. His vision curled at the edges and he nearly lost his footing and fell against Yeonjun. He looked up to see Sunghoon's arm still outstretched, his fingers curled into a fist.

It felt like the world swayed underneath him for a moment, and Jay could hear the words from Jake's messages parroting in his head over and over again. Straight punches. Tighten your fist. Don't close your fingers over your thumb.

"There," Sunghoon said. "Now I've gotten all my anger out. Heeseung, you can punch me back for being a shit boyfriend to Y/N, and Jay can punch me back for—"

He punched Sunghoon before he could even think straight. It all happened so fast that Jay could only feel the pain in his knuckles afterward.

Sunghoon grunted as he steadied himself, one hand against the drywall and the other cradling his now-bruised jaw. He could barely raise his head for a moment, but when he finally did, Jay could see his dark eyes through his sweat-matted hair.

"Good," Sunghoon rasped out, nodding clumsily. "Good aim."

"Well, one down, I guess," Yeonjun remarked.

"I'll be honest," Jay spoke up, "she was kind of why I told the Order I wanted to punch you."

The three of them looked shocked for a moment before Heeseung and Yeonjun turned to hide their smirks. Sunghoon kept gaping at Jay before he sighed and shook his head.

"I bought you those shoes over that?"

"You can have them back."

"No, keep them," he said firmly. "Now that we've all gotten into the Order, we're all brothers now, whether we like it or not. It only makes sense that we fight these things out."

Jay wasn't sure if he trusted Sunghoon on that one, especially considering the relationship he had with his older brother. Still, the tension in the air wasn't as thick anymore, and they all definitely seemed more light-hearted after punching the bitterness out of each other.

And Jay debated bringing up his gripe with Heeseung as the three punched each other over various things that he wasn't sure made much sense anymore, but he came to realize that he didn't necessarily feel good after punching Sunghoon.

Sure, he finally let a load off his chest, but Jay had only gotten himself entangled deeper into a mess that he wasn't supposed to be part of in the first place.

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Sailor Song (Rowan’s Version)—

Quinn Hughes x Honey Hughes

Based on the song “Sailor Song” by Gigi Perez

Warnings: Mentions of sex, nothing in detail though!! Underage drinking, swearing, and a little angsty but it gets resolved! There is talk about complications of birth and death, but both Honey and baby are fine. If anything else please let me know <3

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"I saw her in the rightest way, looking like Anne Hathaway Laughing while she hit her pen, and coughed, and coughed"

Quinn lay on the edge of his tiny dorm bed, the faint light from his desk lamp casting a soft glow over Honey’s face that was pressed gently into his chest. She had fallen asleep not long after he had nervously asked her out, lips still tingling with the kisses they shared after many years of denied feelings, her breath warm and rhythmic as her chest rose and fell. Her curls fanned out like a halo on the pillow, and her lips curved into a sleepy smile that made his heart swell with an overwhelming sense of joy as he squeezed the hand that still firmly held his.

He still couldn't quite believe it Just hours ago, he had been unpacking his dorm, rehearsing the words of a love confession in his head, his palms sweaty and his heart pounding as she helped him decorate his dorm. 

Honey had been his friend for so long, her laughter a constant melody in his life, her presence a continual source of comfort. Asking her out had felt like the most monumental risk. Yet here she was, curled into his side, his chest filled with a sense of completion as it settled that this was what he had been missing for years 

Quinn brushed a stray curl from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. Her skin was soft and warm, and he marvelled at how perfectly she fit against him. This moment, this quiet intimacy was everything he had ever dreamed of.

He shifted slightly, trying not to disturb her, as he pulled her flush against his chest. The faint hum of the campus at night filtered through the open window, a reminder that the world outside was still turning, indifferent to the love in this tiny room.

He was forever thankful that his roommate, Josh, had opted to stay out with the rest of the team, rather than running into their shared dorm and ruining the peace that currently occupied the air.

Honey stirred, murmuring something in her sleep, and Quinn held his breath, afraid to wake her. Her lips pressed a gentle kiss to his collarbone, and then a second kiss was placed on his cheek before she flipped over so he could spoon her, making more room for him on the tiny mattress, she sighed contentedly as he settled against her. The simplicity of the gesture, the ease with which she reached for him, made his chest tighten with emotion.

He gazed at her, propped up on one arm so he could memorize every detail of her face—the curve of her lips, the flutter of her eyelashes, the way her nose crinkled slightly as she dreamed. He wanted to capture this moment forever and never let it go. 

It was a feeling he had never known before, this certainty that she was the one.

Quinn had always been a dreamer when it came to Honey, lost in his thoughts, but the reality of it all had become better than any dream he could conjure. He could see their future together, a series of shared laughter, quiet nights and whispered secrets. He imagined their life in Vancouver, cooking meals in cramped apartments, supporting each other through life's challenges, starting a family, and celebrating each other's triumphs.

That was all if she would have him for that long.

He had heard people talk about love at first sight, but this was different. It was love that had grown over time, rooted in friendship and nurtured by their ever-changing lives. It was a love that hadn't appeared out of thin air, gentle and persistent until one day he realized it had taken hold of him completely.

He gently placed his heart into her hand to keep, and hopefully, she wouldn't be giving it back any time soon.

Honey shifted again, snuggling closer to him, he kissed the top of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, and closed his eyes, content to just hold her and listen to her breathe.

He didn't need grand declarations or elaborate gestures. This was enough—this simple, perfect night with Honey asleep in his arms. He knew, deep down, that this was just the beginning of their story, and he couldn't wait to see where it would lead them.

-

"And then she came up to my knees, begging, "Baby, would you please, do the things you said you'd do to me, to me?"

Quinn watched as the party buzzed around them, the music loud and the blue LED lights that hung around the room dim. They were tucked away in a quiet corner, his hand gently placed on Honey's hip as they watched their friends let loose.

She leaned into him, her breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "Can I kiss, Q?"

Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, but filled with a familiar sweetness that made his heart race. He turned to face her, his eyes locking onto hers. Without a word, he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a tender kiss.

Honey sighed against his lips, her hands sliding up to cup his face, beer forgotten on the table next to her as she clung to him in this all-consuming kiss. Quinn's arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. It was as if they were the only two people in the room, lost in each other. 

When they finally pulled apart, Honey's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and something deeper. She bit her lower lip, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth as her fingers toyed with the collar of his t-shirt, "let's get out of here, go to my dorm," she said a little suggestively, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass of the music.

Quinn nodded, his hand slipping into hers as they navigated through the crowd, biding their goodbyes and ignoring the wolf whistles from Quinn's teammates. The night air was cool against her skin as they stepped outside, the street lights casting a soft glow as they made their way back to campus.

Inside, the door barely closed behind them before Honey pulled Quinn into another kiss, more urgent this time. Their hands roamed, exploring familiar yet unknown territory. They moved together with a sense of urgency, shedding clothes and mumbling about their shared nerves in the dim light of her room.

Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, as they tumbled onto the bed. Laughter erupted from Honey as she placed sloppy kisses all over Quinn's face, from the bridge of his nose to his jaw Quinn's hands traced the contours of Honey's collarbones, eliciting soft moans that sent shivers down his spine as his lips attached to her neck, finding her sweet spot just under her ear. 

They moved in sync, movements of need and eagerness, making up for lost time with every touch, every kiss.

Quinn's heart raced as he kissed his way down Honey's neck, her back arching in response as he unclasped her bra. She whispered his name, a plea and a promise all at once as he gawked at how beautiful she was. They came together, their out-of-breath and slightly sweaty bodies entwined as their cheeks lit up with blush, lying comfortably in each other's hold, in awe of one another.

Quinn had never understood the difference between simply having sex and 'making love', and as cringy as it sounded, there wasn't a moment or movement in that dorm that night that wasn't fuelled by something that very closely resembled love in its purest form.

Afterward, they lay tangled in each other's arms, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Honey rested her head on Quinn's chest, her fingers tracing little stars on his freckled skin as he played with the ring on her other hand. 

Honey lifted her head, her eyes meeting Quinn's, "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and certainty. Quinn smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "I love you too, Hun," he replied, his voice steady and sure.

This was it for him, he realized. He had found his home, his love, in Honey.

-

"Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavour?"

Quinn and Honey sat side by side at the small desk in his dorm room, their legs pressed against one another as they searched through the textbooks and notes spread out before them. They had been studying for hours, the pressure of upcoming exams weighing on them, but the comfort of each other’s presence made the task a little more bearable.

Honey glanced over at Quinn, her heart swelling with affection as she watched his brows furrowed with a concentration on the book in his hands. She loved watching him like this, seeing the dedication he poured into his studies, it was hot.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Honey leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, lips brushing against the soft cotton of his shirt as she hummed at the feeling. Quinn looked up, surprised but pleased, his intense expression softening into a smile.

“What was that for?” Honey shrugged, a smile dancing on her lips, as she flattened out the material of his sleeve where her lips left a mark, “just felt like it,” she mumbled as her cheeks turned a little pink, but there was something deeper in her gaze, something she had been wanting to say.

Quinn set down his pen, turning to face her fully, his knee brushing against her thigh, her hand moving out to touch him, “what’s on your mind?” She took a deep breath, her heart pounding. “I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. Like, I love you. More than I ever thought was possible.”

She said it so nonchalantly like it was the easiest sentence to roll off of her tongue. It was enough to make him want to lean forward and press gentle, slightly sloppy kisses across her face.

He reached out, taking her hand in his, “I love you too.”

Honey shook her head, her eyes glistening with emotion, “No, you don’t understand. I mean, I love you so much it scares me sometimes. You’re my best friend, my partner, my everything. Being with you feels like coming home, and I’ve never felt this way before. It’s overwhelming, but in the best possible way.”

Quinn’s heart swelled with emotion as he listened to her. He could see the sincerity in her eyes, the depth of her feelings reflected in her gaze as she chewed on her bottom lip. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close, feeling the steady beat of her heart against his chest.

“I feel the same way,” he whispered into her hair as he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Honey pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his, “promise me you'll always love me, even if this doesn't work and we go back to being friends,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I never want a world where you aren't in it." Quinn cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away the tears that had escaped down her cheeks, “I promise,” he said, his voice filled with unwavering conviction, “but there will never be a time again where we aren't together, you're it for me.”

Honey smiled through her tears, leaning in to kiss him. It was a kiss filled with love and promises, a kiss where everything else faded away—the stress of exams, the worries about the future. All that mattered was the love they had for each other, a love that was deep and lasting.

-

"I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my saviour My mom says that she's worried, but I'm covered in this favour"

Ellen stepped out of her car, the campus growing busy with students heading and leaving classes. It had been a few months since she had seen Quinn, and his phone calls had become less frequent, which worried her. As a mother, she couldn’t help but fret over her eldest son’s well-being, even though he constantly reassured her that everything was fine.

She made her way through the familiar pathways of the university, memories of moving Quinn into his dorm flashing through her mind. When she reached his building, she took a deep breath and called him to let her into his building.

A moment later, the door swung open, and Quinn stood there, surprise and delight lighting up his face as he pulled her into a hug, “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to check on you,” Ellen said with a smile, as she pulled away and flattened out his slightly outgrown hair, “you haven’t been calling as much, and I got worried.” Quinn chuckled as he led her down the hallway and two flights of stairs to his dorm, “I’m sorry. Things have just been busy with school. But I promise, I’m doing great.”

She stepped into his room, eyes landing on him as she studied his face. He looked healthy and happy, a certain glow about him that hadn’t been there the last time she saw him. “You look good, Quinn. Really good.” “I feel good,” he replied with a shrug, a secret smile playing on his lips. 

“I was just about to go grab lunch. Do you want to join me?” “Of course,” Ellen said, feeling a wave of relief washes over her. Seeing him so happy eased the worry that had been gnawing at her. Balancing the life of three growing boys had always been a struggle, but not being able to constantly see Quinn and make sure he was okay was one of the biggest challenges.

They walked to a nearby café, chatting about his classes and the projects he was working on, talking a little about the team, but knowing she would rather hear about his grades than practices. As they settled into a cozy booth, the door opened, and Honey walked in, her face lighting up when she saw Quinn.

“Hey, Q!” she called, making her way over to their table, “I thought I’d find you here.” A grin rested on his lips as he watched her face light up at the sight of Ellen, a second mom to Honey throughout high school, "Hun!" His Mom stood up to pull the girl into an embrace before asking her to join the two of them for lunch.

"I wouldn't want to intrude." "Nonsense, you're family!" 

Ellen couldn’t help but notice how Quinn’s demeanour had subtly changed. He was more relaxed, more at ease, and his smile was wider than she had seen in a long time. Honey and Quinn exchanged glances and soft touches that spoke volumes about their relationship.

As they figured out their orders, Honey was the first to stand up, offering to order for all of them. "I'll get our food. You two catch up," she said with a smile, her eyes lingering on Quinn for a moment longer than necessary.

Ellen watched as they parted, noting the silent exchange between them. Their eyes spoke volumes, conveying a depth of emotion that words might fail to express. Honey walked away, glancing back with a small, knowing smile before joining the line.

Once Honey was out of earshot, Ellen turned to Quinn. "Is there something going on between the two of you?" she asked gently, noticing how Quinn’s face turned a light shade of pink. "It's still new," Quinn admitted, nodding slightly. "But she makes me really happy."

Ellen's smile widened as she looked over at Honey, who was now waiting in line. She could see the genuine affection in Quinn’s eyes, a brightness she hadn’t seen in a long time. Catching Quinn’s gaze in the corner of her eye, Honey grinned, Ellen watched as her heart swelled with happiness.

"Well, I'm glad," Ellen said, her eyes misting with emotion. "Happy looks really good on you." Quinn's smile was wide as his attention shifted back to the table. "Thanks, Mom."

They chatted comfortably, the easy rapport between mother and son bringing back memories of home. Ellen felt a profound sense of relief and joy seeing Quinn so content, so clearly in love.

When Honey returned with their orders, she set the plates down with a cheerful smile. "Here we go! One turkey club for you, Mrs. Hughes, a wrap for Quinn, and a Caesar salad for me." "Thank you, Honey," Ellen said warmly, her eyes twinkling as she looked at the young woman who had been a fixture in their lives for so long. "It’s nice to see you both so happy."

Honey glanced at Quinn, their eyes meeting with a shared understanding and affection, "It’s nice to be happy," she replied, her voice soft but filled with meaning.

-

"And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong I sleep so I can see you because I hate to wait so long I sleep so I can see you and I hate to wait so long"

Vancouver was making Quinn miserable, hockey was a dream, but the isolation felt never-ending. Quinn sat alone in his apartment in Vancouver, staring out at the city lights that stretched across the horizon. Despite the excitement and the fulfillment of his lifelong dream, a deep sense of emptiness gnawed at him. 

He felt incomplete, a part of his heart missing.

Unable to bear the loneliness any longer, he picked up his phone and dialled Honey’s number. The phone rang a few times before her familiar, sweet voice filled his ears.

“Hey, Q,” Honey said, her voice warm but tinged with a sadness that matched his own. “Hey, Hun,” Quinn replied, his voice wavering slightly. He closed his eyes, savouring the sound of her voice, wishing he could reach through the phone and hold her close. “I miss you.” “I miss you too,” she whispered. 

He could hear the strain in her voice, the same struggle he was feeling reflected in her words. They talked for a little while, giving each other a rundown of their days, and she started filling him in on all the drama occurring within her sorority in his absence. But the conversation was laced with an unspoken tension, the looming threat of an inevitable decision hanging over them.

After a moment of silence, Quinn finally voiced the thoughts haunting him, “I think… I don’t know how to be a human without you anymore,” he confessed, his voice breaking, “everything here feels wrong.” A quiet sniffle sounded from the other end as Honey began wiping away her tears, "I get it, I'm proud of you, but this is really hard" she mumbled as she laid down on her tiny dorm mattress.

"I don’t know how much longer we can keep doing this”

This was it.

It had been a growing issue between the two of them, for the longest time, even before they were together it was Quinn and Honey, a collective, neither of them having to live life without the other in nearly seven years. This part of their life seemed dedicated to figuring themselves out independently rather than as a pair, as it had been for many years.

Honey’s silence was deafening, and Quinn’s heart sank. He could almost see her, sitting in her room in Michigan, tears in her eyes as she struggled to find the right words.

“Maybe… maybe we need to take a break,” Honey finally said, her voice barely audible. “We could wait till Christmas when we are both home and we can make the decision then, I don’t want us to end up resenting each other because of this distance.” Quinn’s chest tightened, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart, they'd both be home in three weeks, three weeks to decide if the distance would make or break what seemed to be a perfect relationship, "Christmas it is."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to hold them back. “I love you,” he said, his voice cracking, “more than I could explain.”

First love is strange, it's about all or nothing, and right now he felt like he didn't have an ‘all’ to give, he had to go into his dreams, leaving his love back in Michigan.

“I love you too, Quinn,” Honey replied, her voice filled with sorrow. “And that’s why this is so hard.”

They lingered on the phone for a few more minutes, neither wanting to say goodbye. But eventually, they had to. Quinn ended the call, feeling a hollow ache in his chest.

He lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, the silence of his apartment feeling more oppressive than ever. The dream he had worked so hard to achieve now felt bittersweet, the absence of Honey a constant, aching reminder of what he was missing.

-

"She took my fingers to her mouth The kind of thing that makes you proud That nothing else had ever, worked out, worked out"

Summers were always a time of rest, a golden glow cast itself over the Hughes brother's new lake house, a little gift to themselves after signing the ELCs and starting that new chapter of their lives.

Tonight was the night everyone would be back in town, party to celebrate the summer and finally get to see everyone after months of being apart.

Quinn stood hands in the sink, washing all of the plates used at dinner before he joined the rest of the party outside for a bonfire. His eyes caught a glimpse of Honey out of his peripheral vision, and his breath caught in his throat as he turned a little to see her standing so prettily in a sundress, hair cut short with bangs, and a soft smile dancing on her lips.

"Want help?" she asked as she placed a small stack of dirty plates on the counter next to the sink. "If you wouldn't mind, I need someone to dry the dishes," he pointed to the dry cloth hanging on the handle of the stove.

She smiled and made her way beside him to start drying. Something was so soft and domestic about this moment, the two of them bumping shoulders every couple of seconds as they worked together.

"I never got to say it, but congrats on the Calder nomination, you were amazing this year," she said softly as their fingers brushed while he placed a freshly cleaned plate into her hand. "Thank you, Hun," the use of her nickname made her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as they stared at each other for a second, Quinn's eyes dipped to her lips and then back up to her eyes, a quiet asking of permission to kiss her after so many months of being apart.

She leaned in as her hand gripped his forearm for balance, his soapy hands finding her hips as their lips almost met. But before they could kiss Jack and Honey's older brother Chase stumbled into the room causing the couple to jump away from each other.

"Glad to see you two getting along," Jack mused, unaware of the moment he just ruined as he rummaged through the fridge for his coolers. A knowing grin worked its way onto Chase's face as he looked at Honey, taking note of the slight embarrassment and flustered expression that rested on her cheeks.

"We'll see you out there?" Chase asked his little sister. "Yeah! Just finishing the dishes," her voice slightly cracking as she looked back to Quinn who was nodding and returning to the dishes that were almost done.

As Chase left the kitchen to return to the company outside, Honey let out a little laugh at how the two reacted to being caught. A little piece of her hurt that she felt the need to hide her love for Quinn.

"I can finish these so you can go be with our friends," Quinn motioned for her to start heading outside. She shook her head as she picked the cloth back up, "Not letting you clean up all on your own, I'm in it for the long run," she gave him eyes that told him her words were much deeper than she was letting on, her hip bumping into his as he nodded slowly.

"I really like your dress by the way. Blue suits you," he said, running one of his fingers over the little blue flower pattern on her hip. "Thank you," she mumbled as she returned to her job of drying and putting away the dishes.

Later in the night Honey and Quinn were the only two left at the fire, waiting for it to go down before they finally retired to their rooms. The crackling of the flames and the gentle noise of rippling water hitting the shore filled the silence between them, but it was a comfortable silence.

Quinn looked over at Honey, the firelight casting a warm glow on her face, her cheeks a little sunburnt and her hair a little messy as she nursed the cider in her hands, "I’m really glad you’re here," he said softly. "Me too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at him, "I’ve missed you, Quinn. More than I can say."

Quinn patted the spot on the bench beside him, silently asking her to come to sit with him. She silently, and slightly tipsily made her way beside him, cheek pressed into his arm as she leaned against him. His hand found hers as they stared at the dying fire in front of them. 

"I’ve missed you too. It’s been hard without you." Honey squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his. "I know. But we’ll figure it out, won’t we?"

Quinn nodded, his heart full of hope. "Yeah, we will." Her head popped up a little to look him in the eyes, "I think you might be my soulmate,' she whispered as she pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder. Quinn had no more words to give, just lowering his head a little to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

A kiss to make up for the months of radio silence, a kiss that spoke more words than he ever could, one that eased both of them into knowing that this was it, no matter how long apart, it seemed they would always find one another, whether it be here or Vancouver, there wouldn't be a time where this love felt wrong.

But a few weeks and a handful of hookups later, they both returned to their lives apart, sorrowful, but also with a little promise that after senior year maybe the life they had brainstormed together could be a reality.

-

"And lately, I've tried other things, but nothing can capture the sting Of the venom, she's gonna spit out right now"

Quinn was startled awake at the noise of his phone buzzing in his ear, his do not disturb was turned on, meaning that the only people who could get a hold of him now were either his mother or Honey. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he rolled over to see Honey's caller ID on his screen. A photo of the two of them at their high school graduation posing for a photo for their mothers, adoration filled their eyes as they laughed at something Honey had mumbled in his ear.

He put the phone up to his ear to hear a quiet cry on the other under, followed by a hiccup as a sorry left her mouth. "Hun? What's wrong?" his head was a little dizzy with sleep as he propped himself up on his elbow. "Quinn...” Her voice was shaky, “I’m so sorry to call you like this. I’m... I’m drunk, and I just needed to talk to you.”

“It’s okay, Hun. I’m here. What happened?” he asked, fully sitting up and focusing on her. “There was this party for homecoming at one of the frats, the team invited me,” she began, her words slurring slightly and she wiped away the stream of tears down her face, “and I was just trying to have fun, but then someone kissed me, and... and I didn’t stop it right away. I hate myself for it, Quinn. I hate that I even thought for a second it wouldn’t always be you.”

Quinn’s heart ached to hear the pain in her voice. “Honey, it’s okay. You’re allowed to live your life. We’re not together right now, remember? I’m not upset.” “I still feel terrible,” she sobbed, “It feels wrong because it’s not you. It’s never been anyone but you.”

Quinn smiled a little at that confession but quickly was brought back down to earth by the sound of her cries on the other end.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his own emotions, “I get it, Hun. I really do. I won’t lie and say I’m not a little jealous, but I'm not upset.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with relief. “I just... I needed to hear your voice, needed to know you don’t hate me.” “I could never hate you,” Quinn said softly, “you’re a part of me, always have been, always will be.”

They talked for a while longer, Honey’s sobs gradually subsiding as Quinn reassured her. She eventually fell asleep, makeup smudged down her face, but comfy in her bed and still on the call while Quinn listened to her soft breathing, a mix of longing and heartache filling him.

After ending the call, Quinn lay back down, unable to stop thinking about Honey. The thought of her with someone else stung, but he knew they were both trying to navigate their lives in the best way they could. He wondered when their time would finally come when the distance and the obstacles would no longer keep them apart.

-

"Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavour?"

Honey's senior year had come and gone in the blink of an eye. She loved every second of it, but she was so ready to start the next chapter of her life. Now, she was on the hunt for her first full-time job, aiming for something in the media field in the Michigan area.

She also gave in to her curiosity and looked into jobs in the Vancouver area as well, pretending not to be upset as she job searched, fully aware that there wasn't, and probably never would be, a set plan for her to move in with Quinn any time soon. She and Quinn had yet to discuss whether their futures aligned. Silently, she hoped he would ask her to get back together because she knew there was no one else for her. However, she wasn't willing to be the girl who inserted herself into his new life.

She stood in front of the mirror in her room, adjusting her graduation cap and gown. A knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. She glanced at the clock, figuring it was one of her parents coming to check on her before the ceremony. 

When she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat.

There stood Quinn, looking slightly nervous but smiling. He was here, in the flesh, despite the long distance and his demanding schedule.

“Quinn,” she whispered, tears already forming in her eyes as she flung herself into his arms for the first time in nearly a year, “You told me you couldn't make it.” “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, arms still wrapped around the girl as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, “you thought I wasn't gonna come?” "I did, and I was mad at you for it," she gently smacked him in the chest as he laughed.

Honey pulled away momentarily, her hands cupping his face, thumbs running over the beard he was growing out as she stared at him with adoration.

"I could hear the anger in your message," he whispered as his hands found solace on her waist. She rolled her eyes and pulled away, beckoning him into her room so she could finish getting ready while they continued their talk.

Quinn caught her by the wrist before she could get too distracted with the final touches. Her eyes dropped to his hands, in the one not gently holding her was a tiny velvet box, "Quinn if that ring I'll be so mad at you," she whispered jokingly as he shook his head. "Not a ring, but it is a question," he mumbled as he pressed the box into the palm of her hand.

She furrowed her brows and looked down, opening it to reveal a key that lay gently on a piece of satin. Quinn stood feeling a little stupid, and vulnerable, as she looked back up at him with a softened expression.

"Is this a key to your house?" "It is?" "It's a key to my apartment, and I know you said you didn't know where you were gonna end up after school, but a little selfish piece of me wants you all to myself in Vancouver," he mumbled as her gaze switched between the key and him.

The hand still in his grasp found the side of his face as she leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. A silent remedy to all the hurt over the past few years as she dropped the little velvet box on the ground, key still firmly in her grasp as her arms wrapped around his neck and she deepened the kiss.

"Finish getting ready, we're gonna need to leave soon," he mumbled into her skin as he looked down at his watch.

She smiled as she fixed his tie and then pushed him onto her bed and out of her way as she looked around the room for her jewelry box. Quinn laughed, watching her with amusement as she darted around the room, trying to gather the last of her things.

“Where is that necklace?” she muttered to herself, rifling through a drawer. Quinn stood up and walked over, gently placing his hands on her shoulders to calm her down.

“Take a breath,” he said softly, “you look beautiful already.” Honey paused, taking a deep breath as she met his eyes. “Thanks, Q,” she said, a hint of a smile on her lips, “I just want everything to be perfect today.” “It will be,” he assured her, handing her the necklace she had been searching for, “and I’ll be right there with you.”

She took the necklace from his hand, her fingers brushing against his. “I know,” she said, her voice softer, “that means everything to me.”

Quinn helped her clasp the necklace around her neck, his fingers lingering for a moment before he stepped back to admire her. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready,” she nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She took his hand, feeling a sense of completeness she hadn’t felt in a long time.

As they walked out of her room and down the hall, Honey couldn’t help but feel that, despite all the uncertainty and challenges, everything was finally falling into place. Quinn was here, and with him by her side, she felt ready to face whatever the future held.

-

"I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my saviour I know that you've been worried, but the truth is in my favour"

A little over a year later and life was seemingly as perfect as it could get, Quinn stood in the doorway of the lake house's cozy living room, his heart swelling as he watched Honey sleep on the couch. The soft glow of the evening light framed her peaceful face, a faint smile resting on her lips as her hand rested gently on her growing baby bump, and the glint of her wedding ring caught his eye, reminding him of how lucky he was.

The past year has been a whirlwind of happy accidents and full of so much love. 

Honey found out she was pregnant a few months after she settled down into Quinn's apartment. Many tears were shed and a lot of anxiety filled those days, but there was nothing the two were more certain of than the love they knew they were going to give their child. Next came the wedding. Some might call it a 'shotgun' wedding, but to Quinn, it was simply a long time coming.

It seemed life was testing them, but they were handling it all with such ease, that there was nothing they couldn't do as a team.

Quinn quietly maneuvered his way around to the kitchen to get to the living room, carefully sitting down next to her sleeping figure as his eyes took notice of the pretty expression on her face, his fingers running through her curls as she let out a tired hum and unconsciously placed her head in his lap

His chest filled with a sense of gratitude as her hand subconsciously found him and placed it on her bump, mumbling about "kicking" as their son ran his foot along Quinn's palm.

He smiled softly and sat back up, fingers returning to her scalp as his eyes remained on her face.

Her eyes gently opened and immediately went to him, catching him in the act of staring as his hand found hers. "Why are you staring at me?" Quinn reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender, “because I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”

Honey’s eyes softened, “I love you too, Quinn,” she murmured tears in her eyes as she squeezed his hand gently. "Why are you crying?" "Cause you're so sweet, and I’m so pregnant" she mumbled as she used her extra hand to fan her face before looking up at a grinning Quinn.

Quinn leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, his heart full of love and contentment. As he pulled back, he couldn’t help but smile, knowing that no matter their challenges, they would always have each other. And in that moment, Quinn felt like the luckiest man in the world.

-

"And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long I sleep so I can see you, and I hate to wait so long"

The soft glow of nightlights illuminated the nursery as Honey and Quinn moved quietly, their hearts full as they prepared their little ones for bed. Both Hayden and Warren were tucked into the same bed, snuggled up in their pyjamas after a long day on the boat. Now, they were freshly showered and all tired out.

Honey read them a book, but she didn’t even get through half of it before they both fell asleep in each other's arms, faces scrunched up as they hugged one another and slept peacefully.

Quinn grinned as he tapped his wife, pointing to the two sleeping little ones, then motioned for them to leave and start getting themselves ready for bed. They tiptoed out of the kids' room and into their own, grins on their faces as they both started their nighttime routines.

Honey finished brushing her teeth and stepped into their bedroom, feeling the comforting presence of their shared space. Quinn was already there, setting his phone down on the nightstand. He turned to her, his eyes filled with warmth.

“You know, we’ve got some pretty cute kids,” Quinn said, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Honey laughed softly, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Yeah, we do,” she agreed, resting her head against his chest. “It’s hard to believe how quickly they’re growing up, they used to be so little.”

Quinn pressed a kiss to the top of her head, as Honey crawled over top of him and to her side of the bed, a grin growing on her face as her fingers raked through his slightly outgrown hair, just the way she liked it. He looked over, watching as her eyes landed on his lips, her tucked under her teeth as she watched him lean over to press gentle kisses down her chest, his touch filled with love as he toyed with the straps of her tank top. 

Honey cupped his jaw, bringing his face up to hers, thumb running over his bearded cheek before she placed a peck on his jaw and then pulled away to look at him again. “I’m so happy we found each other. I can’t imagine my life without you.” Quinn’s heart swelled at her words, he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, “I love you, more than words can say.”

And that is how their night went—quiet confessions and lots of love as they talked through the night, sharing many intimate moments both verbally and physically until they were too tired out to continue.

-

"And we can run away to the walls inside your house I can be the cat, baby, you can be the mouse"

The sterile scent of the hospital room mixed with the faint beeping of monitors had Quinn in a panic. He sat beside Honey’s bed, cradling their newborn daughter, Maeve, in his arms.

His eyes were red-rimmed and wet with tears, his heart still pounding from the harrowing hours they had just endured. It seemed that every second his eyes weren't on either the baby or Honey he immediately went into fight or flight.

Honey lay pale but conscious, her eyes heavy but filled with love as she watched Quinn with their daughter. no one speaking as they let the tension sit in the air for a little, Honey so tired out, and Quinn unable to string a sentence together without the possibility of crying

Quinn looked down at Maeve, her tiny face peaceful and serene as he pressed against his bare chest. The overwhelming relief that she was healthy clashed with the residual terror of almost losing Honey. He gently rocked Maeve, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke to her.

He looked back up to the honey who was staring at him silently, "do you want to talk about it?" she said, voice strained and tired as Quinn looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"I dont think I’ve ever been that scared in my life," he whispered as his extra hand reached out to hold hers, a sad smile on her face as she nodded, "When they told me there were complications, I… I didn’t know what to do. The thought of raising our kids without you, of living without you—it was unbearable.”

The sentence itself was enough to make him cry, maybe even throw up, the thought of doing day-to-day life without her was unimaginable.

"I'm here though, and you won't ever have to worry about that again okay? I'm just fine, a little tired, but I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," she said reassuringly as her hand squeezed his with as much of her strength as she could. Quinn dropped her hand momentarily to wipe his tears as he nodded, trying to push all of it to the side and now focus on both Honey and Maeve being healthy.

“She’s perfect, just like you,” he said softly as Honey looked down at the bundle in his arms. "Can I hold her? I haven't gotten to yet," she asked so sweetly as Quinn smiled and nodded, standing up gently to place their little girl on her chest before he slipped his shirt back on.

"She looks just like you," Quinn brought his chair even closer to the side of her bed to lean in closer to the two of them. "She has your curls though, first of our babies that look like me," she beamed as Quin reached forward brushing a strand of hair from Honey’s face.

Quinn leaned in once again, pressing a tender kiss to Honey’s forehead, “I’m so grateful for you, I hope you know that,” he confessed as she looked at him with tears in her eyes, leaning forward to press her forehead against his.

They sat there in the quiet of the hospital room, their hearts beating in sync. The fear and anxiety began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. Maeve stirred slightly in Honey’s arms, a small, contented sigh escaping her lips as her little fingers gripped Honey's.

And at that moment, with their new baby girl safely in their arms and the worst behind them, they knew it was true. Together, they could face anything.

-

"And we can laugh off things that we know nothing about We can go forever until you wanna sit it out"

The car ride back from dropping Maeve off at the airport was a quiet one, she was heading off to start university, her big sister was already living in New York and promised her parents to take good care of her and help her get set up and comfortable in her dorm. Quinn and Honey drove in silence, each lost in their thoughts as the reality of their new life settled in. They were now empty nesters, life remaining in Vancouver, the years had brought many changes, but Quinn and Honey Hughes had embraced each one with open hearts. 

Quinn's career on the ice had been remarkable, but now he found fulfillment in coaching, passing on his knowledge and passion to the next generation as the head coach of the Abbotsford Canucks. Honey, having made her mark in the business industry, had shifted her focus to organizing charities in the Vancouver area, using her skills to give back to the community.

Their home, once filled with the bustling energy of three children, was now a quieter place. Yet, it was still warm with love and laughter, often filled with visits from their kids who were now living their own lives.

Honey silently cried as they drove off in the opposite direction of the airport, Quinn's attention moved from the road to his crying wife. "What's wrong?" “I’m just thinking about how quickly it all went by. One moment, they were babies, and now… they’re all grown up and living their own lives.” Quinn squeezed her hand, feeling a lump form in his throat. “Yeah, it feels like just yesterday we were bringing them home from the hospital.”

Honey chuckled softly, a tear finally escaping down her cheek, “I’m so proud of them and us. We did a good job, didn’t we?” “We did,” Quinn agreed, his voice thick with emotion. “They’re amazing kids and good people, and that’s because of you. You’ve been the best mother they could ever ask for.” She smiled, leaning her head against the seat, “And you’ve been the best father and support system. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner through all of this.”

As they pulled into their driveway, the house stood quiet and serene, a stark contrast to the bustling home it once was. They got out of the car and walked inside, the silence enveloping them. Quinn took a deep breath, trying to shake off the melancholy that was settling in.

Honey wandered into the living room, looking at the family photos that adorned the walls. Pictures of birthdays, holidays, cup days, and everyday moments captured in time. She traced a finger over a photo of Maeve as a toddler, smiling up at the camera with a toothy grin while Hayden and Warren hugged her. 

Quinn came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, “We’ve got a lot of great memories, don’t we?” “We do,” Honey whispered, leaning into him, her hands placed over the top of his.

“Now we get to make new ones, just the two of us.” He kissed her temple, feeling a sense of peace wash over him, “Yeah, we do.”

They spent the evening reminiscing, talking about their children and all the wonderful memories they had made. 

Later that night, as they lay in bed, Quinn turned to Honey, his hand resting on her cheek, “I love you,” he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. “I’ve loved every moment of our journey together, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.” Honey smiled, tears filling her eyes once again as she rolled into his arms, “I love you too, Quinn. We’ve had an incredible life, and I'm excited for the rest of our lives.”They fell asleep in each other’s arms, comforted by the knowledge that while their roles as parents had changed, their love for each other and their family remained the same. And as they faced this new phase of life together, they knew they were far from empty. Their hearts were full, and their love would continue to guide them through whatever came next.

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[keerysfreckles]

Hi, can plz request something during the episode where the girls go skinny dipping with Nicole and her friends so the reader is friends with Belly and has feelings for Conrad. Conrad likes her too but is afraid of his feelings. Conrad receives a call from the reader that she is stuck with Belly and Taylor in the middle of the street with their clothes gone. Conrad and Jeremiah go to pick them up and the reader leaves with Conrad. In the car, they end up confessing their feelings for one another. And the reader is the same age as Conrad plz

getaway car — conrad fisher

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, slight swearing, s1 scenes used, not exact dialogue!!!!

a/n: first conrad fic im scared 🙈

masterlist !

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you weren't sure what you hated more. the fact that nicole and the other debutante bitches left you, belly and taylor stranded with no clothes. or the feeling of the cold tarp wrapped around your body.

it's only been eight minutes since the three of you left the dock of hopper's cove, still just as cold and naked as you were when you left.

you knew nicole didn't like you, but to do this shit to belly and taylor? it was just too messed up.

you and nicole had history. you saw her and conrad making out at a random party last summer. the same summer you told conrad you've loved him for the past four years of your life. the same summer conrad fisher broke your heart.

instead of taking you the deb ball just like he promised at the beginning of the june, he took nicole instead. ever since nicole has hated you. now hate may be a strong word, but it was the only correct term in this situation.

three minutes pass and you, belly and taylor have barely made any progress on the dark asphalt. your feet are starting to ache as tiny pebbles and dumps edge into your skin.

"why can't you just call jeremiah to pick us up?" you hear taylor ask belly.

"because it's too messy," belly replies, "that's too much drama."

"drama?" you repeat, "bells we're stuck, naked in the middle of a road."

taylor nods, "yeah, this is how people get murdered."

another minute passes until taylor speaks up again.

"wait, y/n why can't you call conrad?"

belly agrees, "i mean he did leave you that text."

you sigh, knowing what belly was talking about. it's also why you think nicole left you three stranded.

conrad texted you while you were all skinny dipping. you were too engrossed in your conversation with belly and taylor, so gigi telling nicole she had gotten a text flew into one ear and out the other.

you soon found out the text wasn't from nicole's phone, but from your own. it was from conrad, explaining how he'd happily take you to the deb ball this year, and how he hoped to explain himself for how he acted this summer.

"i can't call conrad," you shake your head.

belly and taylor share a confused look.

"why not?" belly speaks up.

"it's too messy" you slightly giggle as you recite the three words belly stated moments ago.

"if i call jere, will you call conrad?" belly asks, now you three are stopped, more closer to the curb.

you sigh, knowing the looks your getting from your two friends will make you unable to say no.

"fine," you finally respond. you and belly move your phones to be able to see the screens, and belly calls jeremiah first, you call conrad right after.

you all agree to sit on the curb, it's not comfortable but it beats standing for the time it takes for the fisher brothers to arrive. you sit in silence, not an uncomfortable one, as you all process tonight's events.

taylor turns her head first, then belly, then you. jeremiah's jeep comes down the road first, followed by conrad's car.

"jesus bells," jeremiah's quick to run over to you, with conrad beside him with a shopping bag.

"nicole told me everything," your gaze met conrad's before he spoke again. "we broke it off, there's nothing happening between us anymore."

belly talks to jere for a moment, before the two boys hold the boat tarp open, creating a shield for you to change. taylor rips open the bag and belly hands you your clothes you were wearing earlier. one of conrad's sweatshirts you couldn't force yourself to get rid of, along with a pair of jean shorts and your dirty white converse.

"i'll go with jere," belly speaks up after you all are dressed. jeremiah throws the tarp in the back of his jeep, as belly jumps into the passenger side.

you share a glance with conrad, "i'll actually go with connie, if that's okay?"

taylor nods, before asking belly if she can join her and jeremiah.

the group disperses. now awkward silence fills conrad's car, with a pop song quietly playing on the radio. which was doing nothing to ease the tension between the two eighteen year olds.

"thank you," you finally break the tension in the car. you turn to conrad, who looks at you for a second.

"you know i'd come in a heartbeat when you call," his voice is soft.

you can't help but blush at his words.

"did you um," you think about how you're going to word your question, "did you mean what you said? about nicole?"

you watch conrad nod, "yeah. she told me she was done playing games with me, and then mentioned how college guys are waiting for her in boston."

you let out a laugh at the end of his response, making him chuckle as well.

"she always said she has a thing for older guys," you joke.

after a moment, conrad speaks again. "she also mentioned you."

your heart speeds up slightly at his words. what had she told him? your eyebrows furrow.

"she told me ever since last summer, i would hardly keep you out of my sight. she said something changed in me last summer, and she noticed, but didn't tell me. i guess she wanted me to figure it out for myself."

his words only confuse you more. he doesn't get an answer out of you right away, causing him to pull the car over to the curb, maybe less than ten minutes away from your own summer home.

"what did you have to figure out?" you watch as he turns to you, resting on hand on yhe steering wheel.

conrad takes in a small breath, "last summer i noticed you more than i did before, and it scared me. i realized things that i wish would've happened a long time ago."

he pauses, and you stare at him with intent, wanting him to continue.

"i know i pushed you away last summer, i ditched you for nicole, and i'm sorry. truly sorry y/n."

never in your life did you think conrad would apologize to you. in the foureen years you've known him, he's only apologized to you three times.

once, when he hit you in the head with a football when you both were seven. he was tossing it around with jeremiah and his father during one of susannah's fourth of july parties. you just so happened to be walking by the boys when the football hit the side of your head, hard.

second, when he accidentally bumped into you on the boardwalk, making you drop your ice cream during your eleventh birthday.

and third, when he made you cry at the end of summer three years ago. he mentioned not coming to the summer house the following year, and it destroyed you. he instantly apologized and to your surprised, showed up that following june.

now here he was again, apologizing. you couldn't take his words for granted, not knowing when you'd hear the two sacred words again.

you don't even realize he started talking again, continuing his long, thought out apology. however his words become fuzzy as one thought flows through your mind.

you lean forward, cutting off conrad with your lips connecting to his. a gasp leaves his lips and gets swallowed by yours. the kiss only lasts for two and a half seconds before you pull away.

you notice him look between your eyes and your lips, his cheeks were pink.

before you can start muttering out an apology, conrad's hand finds your cheek and he pulls you towards him. his thumb rests right beside your ear once his lips meet yours again.

a minute and seventeen seconds later, you both are smiling while panting slightly.

"i've known you had a thing for me since your fourteenth birthday y/n," conrad starts, "the birthday i got you that necklace."

your eyes trail down to the necklace you haven't taken off in the past four years. it was a simple silver chain with a butterfly in the middle. butterflies were possibly your favorite things in the world.

"i've never seen you take it off once," he spoke again.

"i was scared if i took it off after last summer, i'd fully lose you," your voice was now quiet.

conrad shakes his head, "i was the idiot who lost you. all because i was the scared one."

a few moments pass, and you can't help but giggle before you speak again.

"connie?"

he hums a response.

"kiss me again."

[almond-tofu-chan]

i want to make her my pfp i love her

me: oh boy cant wait to actually get some work done tonight

the devious fister:

[justhereforxreaders]

Nobody’s Lady - Part One: The Mystery Knight

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Knight!Reader

Summary: at the tourney celebrating the imminent arrival of her father’s new heir, Rhaenyra Targaryen stumbles upon a tantalizing mystery that may lead her to the freedom she so desperately craves.

Warnings: none

Authors note: requested by/birthday present for @rhaenyracallme

soundtrack - listening suggestions:

• hunter by Paris Paloma • Not Strong Enough by boygenius • Sailor Song by Gigi Perez • Edge of the Earth by The Beaches •

The childbed is our battlefield.

Princess Rhaenyra reflects upon her mother’s words with a deep sigh as she walks through the tournament grounds. She knew her mother spoke the truth; birthing sons was the closest a woman could get to glory. But even that was not enough. No songs would be sung of her mother’s labour. That bloodshed was not worthy of mummer’s tales.

The roar of the crowds intermingled with the clash of steel around her served as a bitter reminder that this was where the only glory of value seemed to reside. Try as she might to distance herself from a woman’s fate, and as deeply as she longed to be known for something greater, she knew it was a glory from which she would be forever barred.

The sounds of discontented onlookers pulls the Princess from her thoughts, bringing her attention to a small sword arena as she passes by. She makes a sudden stop and she turns to see two knights locked in combat, though the match seems to be nearing its end as the strength of smaller combatant appears to be failing.

“Who is that?��� She asks of Ser Harold who serves as her escort through the tourney.

“Looks to be a knight of house Beesbury, Princess.” He says flatly.

She eyes the familiar black and yellow coat of arms upon the taller knight’s shield, rising up on her toes for a better view within the ring.

“And his opponent?” She says with a raised brow at the much smaller figure in front of him.

“A mystery knight,” he says, as the Beesbury knight disarms the smaller opponent with a mighty swing of his sword, “whose luck appears to have run out.”

The crowd cheers and Rhaenyra shrugs, beginning to make her way back to the path towards the joust as Beesbury knight raises his sword for what seems to be the final blow. Though as she turns, a collective gasp rings out from the audience, drawing her eyes back to the match.

The smaller knight had leapt out of the way as the sword came down, rolling to the ground towards the discarded weapon, and picking it up just in time to block another strike. Captivated by this sudden turn of events, Rhaenyra rushes towards the arena with Ser Harold in tow.

The Beesbury man continues his onslaught, depriving the mystery knight of any opportunity to regain his footing. Now at an even greater disadvantage from this position in the dirt, the mystery knight scrambles backwards until his back is pressed up against the wooden barrier separating fight from the crowd. Seemingly out of options, the crowd’s volume increases once again.

“Finish it!” cry some.

“Bleed him dry!” shout others.

But Rhaenyra stays silent, watching the mystery knight intently, eager to see what his next move will be.

Feeling emboldened by the energy of the crowd, the Beesbury knight makes a show off his next swing, exaggerating the arch and, unknown to him, giving the mystery knight the slightest window for escape. As the sword swings down, the mystery knight lowers his own sword and darts to the left, allowing the enemy sword to find purchase in the barrier he was just pinned against, where it remains lodged deep in the wood.

The mystery knight springs back to their feet and points their sword at the opponent’s neck as he struggles to free his weapon.

“Yield,” a young, out of breath voice calls from beneath the helm.

The Beesbury knight release the hilt with a growl, using his shield to swipe at the sword pointed his direction then ducking beneath to tackle the mystery knight to the ground, sending his sword clattering away once again.

“Not to you, runt!” He spits in the mystery knight’s face before revealing a dagger from beneath his gauntlet.

Rhaenyra gasps quietly and takes hold of Ser Harold as the Beesbury man raises his arm to strike the mystery knight in the gap below his breastplate. However, the mystery knight darts out a hand to grasp a fistful of dirt and throws it into the larger knight’s visor. The distraction causes him to reel back just enough for the mystery knight to free one of his legs and swiftly kick the helmet clear off the Beesbury knight’s head.

The Beesbury knight roars in outrage as blood seeps from his nose and his face red with fury. Before he can retaliate however, the city guards intervene, pulling the enraged knight from the arena as he shouts insults at his foe.

An official steps forward and declares both knights disqualified which causes the crowd to disperse in an uproar. The mystery knight drops his head back to the dirt with a huff and lies still for a moment. Rhaenyra moves towards the entrance of the ring and Ser Harold places a hand in front of her.

“Princess please, the joust will begin soon. We must make haste.” He urges.

“Daemon is competing in the joust, Ser Harold, is he not?” She says, keeping her eyes fixed on the knight.

Her guardian sighs and nods his head.

“Then, as we both already know the outcome, I don’t believe missing the first match or two will deprive us of anything.” She cocks her head to one side, offering Ser Harold a mischievous look.

“Very well,” he grumbles, removing his arm from the Princess’s path.

Rhaenyra nods a bow and smiles wickedly before she turns to approach her mystery knight.

———

Your heart races within your ears, echoing throughout your steel, as you lie defeated in the dirt. A frustration builds in your chest as you pull yourself from the ground. You knew your chances were slim when you entered the lists but you’d hoped to at least advance passed the first round.

Grumbling to yourself as you begin making your way from the arena, it takes you a moment to realize the melodic voice that calls from behind is addressing you.

“Are you well, ser?” the voice lilts and you turn to see Princess Rhaenyra sauntering after you.

Your blood runs cold the moment you see her smile and you begin to shuffle your feet to curtsy but freeze before doing so, remembering your current attire and instead, drop into a deep bow.

“Well enough, Princess,” you huff, eyes affixed to the ground, desperately hoping your panicked breathing simply passes as exhaustion from the duel, “better if I’d come away the victor.”

“That was quite impressive, regardless” she says playfully, “facing a foe so outmatched.”

“You are too kind, Princess,” you mutter, still facing the dirt.

“Arise,” she says with a chuckle, “where are you from?”

As you stand tall, your eyes meet her curious gaze staring into the slit of your visor.

“Here,” you blurt out and take a polite step back, “the Crownlands, I mean.” You correct, trying to dissuade her from probing further. “But I’ve been traveling for quite some time.”

“So you’re a hedge knight as well then?” She inquires, eyes still searching for yours. Despite the layers of steel and leather, you feel completely exposed.

“Indeed, Princess.” You say, breaking from her gaze to sheath your sword.

She squints slightly as she watches your movements. Quietly analyzing as though she might find some hint at your identity within every gesture.

“Well then,” she smiles coyly, eyeing you from head to toe one last time, “enjoy the rest of the tourney, ser.”

As she begins to walk away, you find yourself involuntarily leaning forward, not wanting be free of her company just yet.

“Might I-“ you mumble and she pivots back round to face you again, clasping her hands behind her back expectantly.

“Might I ask for your favor?”

She quirks a brow and looks around at the empty arena.

“I don’t know what good it would do you now,” she says with a light laugh.

“Yes, not my best performance,” you chuckle dryly, trying your best to emulate the confidence of other young knights whom you have spent so much time observing, “however, there are three more days of events to try my hand at.”

She takes a step closer, swinging her arms back around to her front, fidgeting with the many rings that adorn her fingers while keeping eye contact with you.

“Would you still enter the lists without my favor? Would you risk the chance of another loss?”

“Aye,” you answer without hesitation, “I’d suffer as many losses as necessary so long as there remains a chance to secure a victor’s crown for you, my Princess.”

Her hands still and she looks upon you with a glimmer in her eyes as your declaration hangs in the air. Once again feeling exposed, you continue before the silence can linger for much longer.

“Though, with your favor, perhaps such defeats can be avoided,” you chuckle lightly and offer her another small bow.

She breathes a quiet laugh and a gentle smile begins to form at the corner of her mouth before she glances down at her hands. After eyeing them over for a moment, she pulls loose a simple, silver ring with a deep red stone set atop the band.

“For you,” she presents it up to you between her thumb and index finger, “until we meet again.”

You swiftly remove one of your gloves before moving to accept her gracious gift, taking great care to avoid making contact with her finger tips as you extend your hand towards her’s, though the idea of such a touch causes your heart to quicken within your armor once again. Once you gently pluck the ring from her grasp, you notice her eyes watching the delicate movement of your hand as you curl your fingers into a fist around the token.

“Thank you, Princess,” you murmur, bringing your closed hand across your chest as you offer her one final bow.

“Best of luck,” she breathes, looking you over from head to toe as if she’s making her best attempt to take in every detail, “my mystery knight.”

You watch the Princess rejoin her Kingsguard and the pair of them disappears into the crowd. You might have stood there until sundown, waiting for her to return, if a crude voice hadn’t pulled you back to the present.

“Oi!” you jolt slightly as the voice shouts, “move, boy!”

You shuffle out of the arena, pushing past two more knights as they enter for their match. Quickly scanning your surroundings for any sign of the Princess, or the Beesbury knight, you begin to make your way to the outskirts of the tourney. Thankfully, with the many colorfully armored knights that also walk the grounds, you are able to pass through the crowds with ease.

As you approach the edge of the tourney tents, you look over both shoulders as nonchalant as you can manage in such heavy armor, after feeling confident that no one is watching, you begin weaving through the grass and shrubs outside the southwest wall of the city, making your way to the Lion Gate. Once within the safety of King’s Landing you duck into the nearest alleyway from the road and make your way towards the Street of Steel.

Luckily, as most of the residents of this side of the city have been drawn to the tourney for trade or entertainment, the back alleys are nearly deserted as you expertly navigate through the familiar stone passageways. As you walk, your mind wanders back to your exchange with the Princess. You thought you had weighed all the risks of entering the lists as a mystery knight before making the decision to do so, however, crossing paths with The Realm’s Delight was not something you could have ever anticipated. If she had recognized you, it would have meant your death without question.

You realize suddenly, that you are still clutching her ring to your chest. Stopping dead in your tracks, you pull your hand away and unfurl your fingers to reveal the sparkling red gem within your palm. A gentle warmth begins to blossom across your cheeks as you stare down at the token, remembering her quiet laughter before she offered it to you.

My mystery knight.

You close your hand back around the ring and begin your trek once again, but this time, with new purpose.

Even with most of the tenants of the Street of Steel out at the tourney grounds, looking to offer their services to any of the competitors, the warmth of their forges could be felt long before their shops were within sight. Regardless, you keep to the outskirts and peer around every corner before rounding it, still on high alert after your encounter with the Princess. After a short while, you finally make your way to the back entrance of the blacksmith’s shop where your brother served as an apprentice.

You linger for a moment outside the door, listening for any signs that anyone was still inside. After finding it sufficiently silent, you dart inside and pull the door shut behind you. Taking one more beat to catch your breath, you make your way to the stables and begin to strip away each layer of armor, your heart sinking with every piece that you remove. As you stash the last of it away under boards beneath piles of hay, you retrieve your uniform and dress quickly, trying to cling to the feeling of comfort and peace that flooded over you every time you donned your steel.

Just as you finish fastening yourself into the red dress of a handmaiden, a hushed whisper from behind causes you to freeze in place.

“You weren’t supposed to return ‘til after dark!” the blacksmith’s daughter scolds.

“I know,” you retort with a sigh, “but I lost my match so I’m going home.”

“I told you it was foolish,” she scoffs, approaching you to brush the hay from your hair.

You look at her from beneath your lashes, scrunching your face together with a soft inhale.

“I’m going back tomorrow,” you breathe and she rolls her eyes at you.

“Gods, y/n,” she says as she pushes you away with a huff, “you truly have no regard for your own safety, do you?”

“It’s not that,” you shake your head as you walk past her towards the door.

“What is it, then? What’s so important about this?” She follows after you, stopping and crossing her arms as you reach for the handle.

You sigh again, this time with a deeper sorrow.

“I know I can do this,” you mutter, keeping your eyes fixed on the door.

“I think I’d rather you had a death wish,” she sneers.

You tear open the door in frustration and she steps forward, placing her arm in the doorway.

“Whatever the reason,” her voice softens ever so slightly, “your armor will be waiting for you.”

Nodding curtly, you step forward, mumbling your thanks as you duck under her arm.

“May the Warrior give you strength,” she calls quietly down the alley as you make your retreat.

Your grip around the Princess’s ring tightens as you wind a new path back to the main road toward’s the Red Keep.

“I know I can do this,” you mumble quietly to yourself once again, knowing it’s not the Warrior who gives you strength.

[hearts-4-vicky]

thinking abt milf!karina and giselle punishing g!p reader for cumming while they weren’t there 😩😩 they’d tie you up in a starfish position so that you can’t move at all!! they’d be ruthless and mean, saying you only think with your dick and nothing else as karina is riding your spent cock. you couldn’t even reply because giselle’s smothering you with her juicy fat cunt. they would swich potions so that you can eat your cum out of their cunts like it was ice cream. thinking abt the way they would untie your arms just so they can suffocate you with their milky tits, giselle infront of you riding your cock, her tits all in your mouth while her milk was dripping down your face and rina was behind you degrading you so much you but it was just making you shoot blanks into giselles cunt and then switching positions again until they got tired😩😩

my jaw DROPPED readin this babes omggg ur mind is just so😵‍💫

warnings: g!p reader, sub reader, sensitive reader (readers also a loser), dom idols, rina and gigi r mean , caught masturbating, mommy kink, bondage, degradation, belly bulge, creampies, overstimulation, face sitting/riding, cum eating, lactation, nipple sucking, reader cries near the end (LOSER 🫵)

(not proofread, i fell asleep writing this n i kinda changed a few things hope u dont mind😭)

with your girls on tour, you were so pent up☹️ you felt bad for breaking their only rule but you couldn’t help it! (head empty, just thinkin w ur dick😝) pulling up their drama fancams to jerk off to🥺🥺 so focused on cumming, you didnt hear the front door unlock and rushed footsteps to the bedroom😵‍💫 gigi swung the door open with jimin trailing behind her,

“baby! we missed yo- what do you think you’re doing.” your blood ran cold as the cheery tone of your girlfriend changed to something more dominant, something you missed oh so dearly😋😋 still stroking your dick, her words brought you over the edge, your cum erupting from your raging red tip (damn bitch) “A-aeri! Rina! um hi! how… how are you-guys..?” panting out a response before suddenly feeling each of your limbs being tied to your bedposts. having them back to use you for their own pleasure got you harder by the second, which was noticed by jimin “You broke our only rule slut, you know what’s gonna happen now..” watching the two goddesses in front of you undress nearly made you cum 😵‍💫 “aeri? ri-“ “ its mommy to you horny bitch.” the only thing you felt was aeri’s pussy lips grind against your mouth, coating your lips with her slick🫠 as your tongue started to slip between her folds, you feel a sudden warmth engulf your cock, nearly busting in karina once you realize it was her :( !! bouncing up and down on your dick, rina found her perfect pace😍 she felt ever twitch your cock did as her wet walls hugged your already throbbing cock 🫤“oh f-fuck! Stupid slut already gonna cum ugh, again? Barely started and you’re already fucking twitching.” whimpering at her remarks sent vibrations throughout aeris core, her fat cunt grinding faster on your tongue as her moans soon turned into squeals😵‍💫 with both girls practically suffocating you with their pussies, so of course you came faster than anticipated!!🥺 your dick shot all of your warm load straight into rinas womb🫠 “u-ugh!! shit- want mommy to get pregnant huh? MMGH! y-you dont wanna share your mommies right? you know what you have to do…” you take notice of the cum running down to your balls as karina got off your dick, giving balls a harsh slap to keep you in place. finally getting a chance to breathe as gigi and jimin moved to switch places, gigi already eager to ride your sensitive cock! “you made a big mess here baby..” “sorry mommy! didnt mean to!!” you shut up once jimin’s pretty pussy was closer to your face, she had you drooling, even more now it was freshly creampied😵‍💫

“well? Cmon” jimin has one of her hands spreading her folds to let your cum drip on your face, waiting for your next move “m-mommy.. wan a taste please :(“ (OMG IM FUCKING DYING READING THIS SHIt OVER N OVER AGAIN HELP MEE) “there you go… guess you’re not as useless as mommy thought hm?”

as soon as rina hovered her dripping cunt over your mouth, gigi started grinding on your dick, letting you feel how wet she was😵‍💫 “missed this dick so ah! fucking much! too bad you always cum t-too fast!” it took everything in your soul to prevent yourself from proving her statement true :(!!

“the fuck you waiting for stupid whore? did you dick replace your brain? taste your cum..” shoving your head into her warm, dripping cunt🫠🫠🫠 as soon as your tongue met her pussy, your cum found its way on your tongue🤫🧏 it was salty and sweet at the same time? and her juices made your cum taste even better😜 you lapped at her cunt while aeri was trying to get you to cum already, pussy aching for something to fill her up!!😍 both of their moans nearly muffled the sound of skin against skin! karina noticed how eager you were to eat her creampied pussy and the way you struggled against the ropes tying you down😵‍💫 aeris warm pussy around your cock and karinas cunt suffocating you had your head spinning, and so close to releasing the rest of your cum into aeris womb🫠 aeris moans turned into screams as your load filled her up😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 a slight bulge in her stomach appeared as she stopping riding you, squirting all over your stomach at each gush of cum in her awaiting cunt🫠 you noticed jimin hasnt cum yet, you disappointed her twice in the same night “stupid girl… you couldnt even wait for your mommies to cum before you? worthless bitch, you’re lucky your dick is so fucking good..” karina stared into your eyes as she degraded you, not failing to notice how tears started to form on your pretty eyelashes🥺🥺

time skip….

“Babygirl, you know I didnt mean any of that right? Please dont be upset with me…”

No response.

“Sweetheart…?”

Nothing.

“Rina, shes sleeping dumbass. shes been suckin on my boobs like a baby when you were having your little momen- OW! fuck she just bit me…”

“sucks to suck bitch🖕“

“shhhhh… jimmy you’re so fucking loud….”

“… sorry baby”

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I TOOK THE FATTEST NAP IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS OMG (the nap was hella good)

Also, WHEN DID THAT GP WONY FIC GET 400 LIEKS THE FUCK 😭😭😭😭

Thank you guys for everything because DAMNNNNN

OLEASE DONT SEND ANYMORE MATH WUESUTONSSSS

Stay safe and Love you lots ❤️

-Vicky 💋