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I forgot how much the conversation between Madre and Reader makes me tear up.

Blinded by the Fog Chapter 8

Characters: Reader, Jolene, Aubrey Clay(OC), Madre Alverez (OC) and Captain Syverson Pairings: Reader x Syverson, Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 2938 Type: angst and fluff Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. TW: discussion of an early 30s man (Syverson) hooking up with an early 20s woman (Aubrey), guilt, self-depreciation, self-doubt, loss of spouse and found family, swearing, adorably adorablness and sickeningly sweet Sy. Summary: Reader tries to run out on the dinner with everyone, and Sy forces her to answer some hard questions.

Author's Note: So many people to thank for this one. @ronearoundblindly for reading an early version of this and helping me bridge between two parts that were already written, plus the ending. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support and betaing. Thank you to @jvanilly, @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @darsynia and @sarahdonald87 their support.

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Chapter 7

When you returned from walking Jolene out, you found the table cleared and Sy helping Aubrey into her coat.  That unsavory emotion of jealousy popped its head up again as they smiled fondly at each other.  They both turned to look at you and you tried to school your face into a more neutral appearance.  

Aubrey was the first to speak.  “You alright to drive?” she asked, looking at you with concern, making your gut twist a little in annoyance, remembering her move at dinner to get you to drink water.  

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted with a nod.  

Sy stepped around Aubrey, his eyes flicking to yours.  “Yeah cuz I’m taking her home.”  

That annoyance-filled gut twist turned into something larger.  While you appreciated  him looking out for you as he had the past few months, this felt more intimate after your shared moment in the corner of Madre’s living room earlier in the evening, and brought up an uncomfortableness you weren’t ready to deal with.  Nor did you think you wanted to be alone with him right now.  You didn’t trust yourself at all.  “Am a big girl,” you reminded them both, your tone carefully neutral.  “Can take my own damn self home.”  Ok maybe not so neutral.  

“Not when you drank two bottles of wine,”Aubrey reminded you.  

You couldn’t stop the eye roll, the annoyance now manifesting you into a petulant child.  “I did no such thing.  You helped.” You jerked your chin towards her.

She shook her head. “I had a singular glass that I nursed all night.”  

“You had more than that,” your voice may have taken a quiet whine to it, making you wonder who the adult was in this conversation.  When Aubrey shook her head, something in you snapped, having had enough of this conversation and of all of them fawning over you.  Without any further discussion, you turned on your heel and headed back down the hallway at what you would say was a fast walk.  “Goodnight all! Thank you Madre for dinner,” you called as you ignored the soft exclamations of confused confusion behind you, the shuffling of feet, multiple bodies trying to go through the dining room door behind you.  You made it all the way to the door before you were forcibly restrained.  

“Where the fuck are you going?” Sy growled in your ear, his hand wrapping around your bicep, hauling you back against his shoulder  

“Home,” you countered without turning around, done with being treated with kid gloves tonight.  

You heard his mouth open, his lips that close to your ear, but he was silenced by a softer authoritative voice behind you both.  “Aaran,” Madre started.  “Take Aubrey and go wait outside.  I need to talk to her alone, please.”  

Her voice brought tears to your eyes, your icy shield around you cracking.  You hid your face from them as you heard Sy and Aubrey say their goodbyes to your host, before pushing past you to the door.  Without seeing, you knew it was Aubrey who gently squeezed your arm on her way by.  You stood still, silently crying as you heard the door close behind them, voices heading in the direction of the cars in the driveway.  

“Mija,” Madre started, pulling your hand away from your face, making you look at her which did little to dam up the tears.  “Oh mija,” she cooed softly at you, placing her hands on your cheeks.  “You do so much for all of us, even before-” her voice cracked and she paused, clearing her throat and blinking back tears in her own eyes.  Seeming to need a moment more, she brought your forehead down to her lips as you sniffled softly.  “Can you just let those two get you home ok?  Just this once, you don't need to be strong or to be the one who sorts things out this time.  I can’t lose someone else right now,” she confessed to you, drawing you into her arms.  “Not when I could stop it.”

With that, you nodded and held her tight against you, you both cried into the other’s shoulders.  “I am so sorry, Madre,” you whispered between sobs.  

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my daughter,” she assured you.  “We are all trying to find our way in this world now, and it's hard.  So hard to do it without them. But you are much too hard on yourself,” she observed, pulling back from you, looking over your face, her rough palm swiping at the wetness on your cheek.  “You always are and this is no different. None of us can tell you how to go through your life, but do what feels right here.” Her finger lightly traced a heart shape over the left side of your chest.  “Not here.”  The same finger found its way to your left temple, tapping gently once.   

“I love you,” you told her.  “ I don’t know how I’d get through any of this without you.”

“You'd be just fine.” She kissed your cheek.  “Go, let me know you get home ok, yes?”

Grabbing your coat off a hook by the door, you nodded.  “Yes, ma’am.”

You stepped out on the porch while shrugging into your jacket. Across the driveway, Sy leaned against the front fender of his truck, foot up on the tire, arms tightly crossed, facing the door, Aubrey in front of him with her back to you.  When the door closed, they both turned their attention to you.  Silently, you fished in your pocket for your keys, holding them out as you stepped towards the cars. “Could one of you drive me home?  Please?” you mumbled almost under your breath, softly and aimed at your shoes, suddenly very uncomfortable and ashamed by your actions just moments ago.   

After a soft conversation that your tired brain didn’t even register, Aubrey swept the keys from your fingers and guided you to your car.   The ride home with her at the helm was an awkwardly quiet 10 minutes, both seemingly lost in your thoughts.  You yourself were so oblivious you were actually surprised to see Sy’s truck pull in the drive behind you, not even registering that Aubrey needed a way back to her vehicle.  

After you shut the passenger door, Aubrey rounded the car, holding out your keys.  “Thank you, hon,” you said softly, followed by a yawn.  

She pulled you into a silent, tight hug before wandering towards the passenger side of the truck still idling in your driveway.  You tried to not think too hard on the innuendos that crept through your brain about Sy “giving her a ride” as she climbed in.  

You knew your knight in the shining pick up wouldn’t leave until you were safely in your home so you steadily climbed your front stairs and unlocked the front door after struggling with the keys for a moment.  With a wave, you stepped into the house, closing it behind you as the truck dropped into reverse.  You heard Sy pull away as you undid your boots, tossing them toward the hall tree where you hung your coat.  Grabbing a large glass of water as you passed by the kitchen, you headed to your bedroom to change into your pjs and slip into bed.

You barely had your face washed and your teeth brushed when there was a knock on your front door.  Grabbing your night shirt off the hook in the bathroom to shrug into it, you knew who it was before the knock even stopped. 

Fuck.

Quietly as you could you wandered toward the door, standing opposite it in your entryway. Hoping maybe Aaran would just assume you were already in bed and just leave.   

“Open up, hon,” he said as if he could see through the solid door.  “We need to talk.”   

Fuck.  Just stay still and he’ll go away, you reasoned with yourself again.  You didn’t want to deal with this, with him, with whatever this was with him tonight.  Can’t you just take the mini-make out session at its face value and just go about your night, dreaming sweet drunken dreams?

“‘Fraid not, sweetheart.  Open the damn door,” Sy tried again, making you realize your inner monologue had escaped, again.  “I could just camp out here on your porch.  Make your neighbors wonder for your safety and maybe call the cops.  You don’t want me to get arrested, do ya?  Ruin my decorated military career with one lil stalking charge?”

Stomping to the door, you undid the lock and ripped it open, throatily sighing at the leaning, leering beast half hidden in the shadow of the night on the other side. “You are stubborn.  Anyone tell you that?” you growl, a little heat in your tone. 

Shoving himself to stand straight, Aaran’s eyes flowed over you, taking in the old worn out Firefly shirt stolen from Jake’s clothes drawers months ago, and not much else. “I think you said that wrong, darlin’. It’s pronounced ‘southern.’”  

With a soft chortle, you stepped back as he entered your home, matching his movements to keep a safe distance between you as he locked the door and reached for you.  You danced just out of his fingers' reach, a small giggle bubbling from your throat as you gently swatted at his hands. You turned to dash further into the house but were thwarted by an arm wrapping itself around your shoulders, drawing you back into the solid, deliciously warm wall of Sy’s chest.  

Without much of a struggle to escape, you relaxed into him and found yourself surrounded by his scent, one that until the past week gave you comfort.  Now it stirred something in your lower belly.  

His whiskered cheek brushed your temple, slipping down the side of your face.  “Thought you wanted to talk,” you feebly tried, not really objecting as your neck arched into his lips.  Your voice disappeared altogether as his other hand slid over your side to settle on your lower belly, keeping you in place, letting you feel his erection pressed to your back.  Your brain short circuited in your skull, liquifying your thoughts even more to dribble out your ears.  

“We probably should,” he muttered into your skin, nipping gently before smoothing the sting with his tongue. 

Your hands curled around his wrists, not pushing him, just looking to ground yourself as a whimper escaped.  “Start talking, cowboy,” you weakly whispered. 

“Right,” he sighed in your ear, making you shiver, his grip on you flexing for a moment in response.  “You sober yet?”  He spun you to scrutinize your face in the dim light of the living room.  

You bit your lower lip and nodded.  “Near enough,” you admitted, the buzz of alcohol hadn’t been affecting you too much in the past half hour or so. “Sit?” you gestured to the couch as your hand slid down his arm to tangle your fingers with his.  Gently squeezing them, he nodded and followed as you settled on the middle cushion, facing him with one leg drawn up under you, the other still dangled down, your toes brushing the plush carpet.  Self-consciously, your empty hand landed in your lap, pressing the hem of the oversized shirt down to cover what’s left of your dignity and your panties.   

Syverson did his best to keep his eyes from following your hand’s path, quickly clearing his throat and throwing his arm across the back of the sofa, refocusing his gaze to your face.  “You gonna tell me what I did on Saturday to warrant the silent treatment for almost a week, sweetness?” 

His words were soft, but they hit an exposed nerve, making you realize you didn’t take into account what he was thinking or feeling while you fought with your own brain.  “I didn’t…” you started before shaking your head.  “You… fuck,” you struggled, chewing your bottom lip as you tried to find the words.  Your eyes strayed to the coffee table, only to be redirected when his palm cupped your cheek and drew you back to his face.  “You didn’t do shit,” you finally admitted, eyes landing on his.  

Sy’s eyebrows both coasted high on his forehead as he waited for you to continue.  

“And that’s not the problem,” you backpedaled.  “I am. I am the problem.”   Tears choked your voice for a minute, and Sy shifted closer to you, his thumb catching stray droplets on your cheek.   “You’ve been … perf-“ before you could finish your mind flipped and crashed into another train of thought.  “Did you really sleep with Aubrey?”

Your question caught Sy completely by surprise, his eyes widened and he humorlessly laughed. “What? Why would you think I slept with her?”

“You dodging the question again?”

“Again? When did -“

You stood up abruptly, not sure you wanted to have this conversation when he was being evasive.

“At my kitchen table.  The first time you stopped by,” you countered quickly, rubbing your hand over your face.  “Ugh, I hate this. Forget it.”  You practically tripped over his booted feet as you stormed to the kitchen. You didn’t even turn on the light, knowing your way through the dark, expertly filling another glass from the tap.  

Sy waited til you swallowed your first drink before speaking from the doorway.  “I’ve never touched her.  I’ve known Clay my whole time here at Fort Bragg.  He was one of my instructors when I first got here.  I’ve known her since she was little, watched her grow probably longer than you have.”  His voice moved, he moved closer to you in the dark, until he stood close enough behind you to reach out and touch. But he chose to stand still as he continued.  “That why you drank so much tonight?”

“What? No!” you answered exasperated. “You can stick your dick wherever you want for all I care.”

There was another humorous scoff from behind you.  “Yeah? You honestly feel that way?” he called your bluff. 

You huffed and drained the glass, setting it aside before sidestepping your giant shadow. “You can go home if this is the way this conversation is going to go.  I’m gonna go to bed,” you countered, ignoring his question.  

“Hey,” Sy called softly, making you stop in your tracks. “This isn’t why I stopped back by, you know.”  

You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back your not-so-gratious thoughts of why he stopped by, but waited to hear what he had to say. He came to stand in front of you.  You looked up at him trying to school your face to a neutral look, but one glimpse at you and Sy’s face cracked into that adorably adorable half smirk of his.  “Alright, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have the thought you are currently thinking,” he started.  But his face shifted fast as he reached out to cup your cheek, stepping into your space. “I want you,” he admitted in a low voice, making your knees knock together and your lower belly to flutter at confirmation he was experiencing this too.  “And I think you feel the same,” he ventured, his eyes flowing over your face in the half dark of your kitchen.  “But when that happens,” he started, making your eyebrows scale your forehead. “If that happens,” he tried again, continuing when you relax some, your cheek sinking into his palm.  “I want you to be sober, and thinking clear.  I know you have hesitations, I have hesitations,” he admitted.  “I have never been with someone who so recently lost their husband before.  But I can’t ignore there’s something here.  And it’s stronger than what I’ve felt before, with anyone,” he continued, making you tear up as his words seemed to mirror thoughts you were having.   “I want you to be sure and not scared.  I know that’s why you clammed up on me last weekend.  You got scared, and I’m sorry I reacted so poorly.”

You shook your head at him, tears clogging your voice.  “You did everything right,” you tried.  “I freaked out,” you admitted, Sy’s honesty drawing your own out into the open.  “Jake’s only been gone 2 months.” Tears flowed from your eyes freely, and your voice wavered, but your words were true and heartfelt.  “But this, this feels right,” you leaned more into Sy’s hold, making him step forward and pull you into his arms.  “More right than it should.” You laid your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around him, hands sliding under the back of of shirt, seeking the warmth you needed.   “I’m scared.”

“I can wait,” he assured you, his lips ghosting over the crown of your head.  “I’d wait forever for you.”

“You hardly know me,” you argued, doubting your own worth.  

Sy pressed his cheek on the top of your head.  “I know you, darlin.  And Madre loves you. Aubrey adores you.  Cougar and Clay loved you.”  He cleared his throat before continuing.  “What more convincing does any sane man need to know you are worth the effort, the wait and everything else that comes with it?”  

Your heart raced at his words, your arms tightening around him as you let his words wash over you.  As you opened your mouth, your phone text tone went off in the other room, followed quickly by a ringing.  Who the hell would be calling you now? 

“Did you text Madre to say you were safe?” Sy teased out loud into your hair.  

With a groan, you pulled away and ran for your bedroom and the phone, realizing he was right.  If you didn’t answer soon she would be calling Sy and/or the cops in 3 seconds.  And no sooner had your phone stopped than you heard a ringing from your kitchen, from Aaran’s pocket. 

Shit! 

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What if all fanfiction writers had the same attitudes that so many readers do? What if we treated our stories like content?

Readers: I won’t read WIPs, only completed work and LONG fics.

Writers: I will only post finished works once a year, you will never see 90% of my ideas and have no part of the creative process.

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saw something that made me do a double take so: poll

1. for the purposes of this poll, if you have ever written any amount of fanfiction, even just a sentence, even if you don't post it, that counts

2. if you write fanfiction but don't read it please tell me why. i want to study you

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Fascinating Bubble story to think about 🤔

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dragon bf that takes you to his cave, picks you up, then lays you on his pile of gold and jewels and says you’re his greatest treasure

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Gif makers of the Cavill fandom need to make gifs of Gus in The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare smoking a cigar to add to this.

Shouts to Guy Ritchie's "Hot Guy Smoking" kink.

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when I drew this comic 3 years ago I had NO idea how far it would reach. I'm happy to finally share a corrected version with proper abbreviations, and even MORE state names of indigenous origin ♥️

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Native people manage to do SO much for the planet as a whole - thanklessly - and with all this stacked against them. Don't even get me started on kin fighting in south america. Could you imagine if there was help? #landback is resistance to genocide, and it is the key to saving our warming earth.

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Daryl Dixon Masterlist

Key

😥: Angst / Hurt 😍: Fluff 🔥: Smut/Suggestive 👊: Violence 🥹: Requested 💚 :Personal Favorite  🤓: Challenges 🤔: Ask

💯: Completed , ✍ : Work in Progress , ❌ :Hiatus

Bad Temper-😥🔥 Daryl and Female Unnamed OC had a fight. And she makes it up to him. Warnings: Angry Fucking, Free Use, CNC, Somno, Biting, Creampie, mention of Merle being a dick

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Bad Tempered

Fandom: The Walking Dead Characters: Daryl Dixon, OFC Pairings: Daryl Dixon x No Name Female Character Word Count: 1,014 Reader’s Gender: Female Type: One Shot, drabble, smut. Warning: Angry Fucking, Free Use, CNC, Somno, Biting, Creampie, mention of Merle being a dick. Author’s note: Thank you @ellethespaceunicorn for giving this the thumbs up on this. Summary: Pre-TWD. You misstep and Daryl is mad at you. You try to make it up to him. Ask Box: Open

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She was laying on the couch when he got home, asleep. Though her back was to him, he could tell by the way she laid, she was sound asleep. His eye slipped over her naked back, down the gentle curve of her spine, down to where her panties were pulled down to just below the swell of her ass. The pink frilly waistband sat just at the top of her thighs.

He sighed to himself, some of the anger dissipating from him. This was her way of apologizing, he had seen it before. She was sorry for sassing him in front of Merle, and thoroughly pissing him off. Even if she was right, just a little, the gleam of enjoyment in his big brother's eye the way his woman talked back to him.

Daryl's temper flared again. He wasn't so much mad at her, he was mad at Merle. But she was the one who started the bullshit fight. Daryl wasn't even fucking sure what the fight was even about at this point.

Seeing her laying there, naked except for the pink panties around her thighs, Daryl felt his cock harden before he even had the door closed, much less locked behind him. He yanked at his belt, flicking open the top button on his jeans. He toed out of his boots by the door, leaving the things on the fucking mat she bought down at the Dollar General to keep them from tracking mud through the trailer. He didn't see the fucking point. It was a fucking trailer.

Shaking his head, he walked to the sofa, softly called her name. She didn't even flinch. He drug the zipper of his jeans down and roughly pushed them down his leg as he grabbed her upturned hip. She mumbled and curled her arm over her head, drawing her leg up closer to the back of the sofa, making him half wonder if she was awake. As she tucked her face into the crook of her arm, Daryl rocked her hip just enough. Her panties were taught between her thighs as he adjusted her position.

Sliding his hand back down her thigh over her ass, he let his middle finger down over the tiny opening visible between her legs. Nudging the rough digit between her soft folds, he found her wet, making his cock jump. Bracing his hand on the back of the sofa, he positioned himself over her hips and let himself sink into her fully. He felt her squeeze tightly around him and knew she was awake.

"Fuckin' minx," he growled, smacking the bottom of her ass, hitting a good portion of her thigh with his meaty hand.

She sighed as he pulled back, and left another handprint on her ass as he began to pound her. "You fucking love it. Don't lie," she said softly, stretching below him as much as the panties around her thighs would allow.

Daryl tucked one knee between her legs, his hands falling to her hips. Without missing a stroke, he pushed her on her stomach. He settled his knees on either side of her thighs, his balls flirting with the lace of her panties with each thrust. She moaned below him, her face in her crossed arms, as she pressed her ass back, fucking herself on him, meeting him beat for fucking beat.

He felt her tighten with each stroke. She loved this shit almost more than he did he swore. She pushed up on her knees, and he knew what she was doing. He slapped her ass hard, sending her hips back down onto the scratchy material of the couch. She yelped and turned her head to look at him, a scowl painting her pretty face. "What the fuck, Daryl?"

"Touch that clit and I'll stop," he swore, though his pace told her another story. He was not going to last much longer at this rate, she was sure of it.

"Like hell you will," she said, raising her ass again.

With a growl, Daryl pushed his hips hard against her, holding her in place. She whimpered at the sensation of him pressed against her, and up in her, trapping her in place. She had never felt as full as she did right then. He was stretching her pussy in ways she was certain he never had before. And she felt his cock twitch, the head bumping up deep inside of her, making her head swim. He was about to burst through the other side of her pussy, and her body clenched around him, begging him to do just that.

He reached a hand out and pushed her hair to the side, over one shoulder. Leaning over her, Daryl pulled out of her pussy before brutally slamming back in, making her head jar against the arm of the sofa, again. And again. She braced her forearms, trying to keep from smashing against the sofa as she felt his mouth on the back of her neck. She arched, just enough, baring as much of herself to him as possible. He bit the back of her neck, growling just loud enough for her to hear. She also felt it deep in his chest where he was pressed hard to her back. As his mouth moved and clamped back down on another part of her neck, she felt herself burst apart below him, sending sparks through her whole system.

"Shit," she gasped out as he continued to fuck her in hard jarring strokes. She watched his fingers on either side of her ball into fists as he pushed up into her as hard as he could. She groaned knowing she would not be able to walk or sit properly for a few days but that it would all be worth it in the end, cuz he would stop being such a fucking pissant about the whole squabble at Merle's house. And she had to admit as he laid panting against her shoulder blade, his weight completely on her, that pissed off Daryl made for very fine fucking on occasion.

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Geralt Masterlist

Key

😥: Angst / Hurt 😍: Fluff 🔥: Smut/Suggestive 👊: Violence 🥹: Requested 💚 :Personal Favorite  🤓: Challenges 🤔: Ask

💯: Completed , ✍ : Work in Progress , ❌ :Hiatus

Stick Handling Series-💚😍🔥✍ Drabbles showing domestic bliss of Reader living with Jake Jensen, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, and Curtis Everett. Guest appearances by Geralt of Rivera, and Dean Winchester is insistent there's room for him in the Bunkhouse.

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Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Key

😥: Angst / Hurt 😍: Fluff 🔥: Smut/Suggestive 👊: Violence 🥹: Requested 💚 :Personal Favorite  🤓: Challenges 🤔: Ask

💯: Completed , ✍ : Work in Progress , ❌ :Hiatus

Stick Handling Series-💚😍🔥✍ Drabbles showing domestic bliss of Reader living with Jake Jensen, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, and Curtis Everett. Guest appearances by Geralt of Rivera, and Dean Winchester is insistent there's room for him in the Bunkhouse.

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Curtis Everett Masterlist

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😥: Angst / Hurt 😍: Fluff 🔥: Smut/Suggestive 👊: Violence 🥹: Requested 💚 :Personal Favorite  🤓: Challenges 🤔: Ask

💯: Completed , ✍ : Work in Progress , ❌ :Hiatus

Stick Handling Series-💚😍🔥✍ Drabbles showing domestic bliss of Reader living with Jake Jensen, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, and Curtis Everett. Guest appearances by Geralt of Rivera, and Dean Winchester is insistent there's room for him in the Bunkhouse.

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Original Fiction Masterlist

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😥: Angst / Hurt 😍: Fluff 🔥: Smut/Suggestive 👊: Violence 🥹: Requested 💚 :Personal Favorite  🤓: Challenges 🤔: Ask

💯: Completed , ✍ : Work in Progress , ❌ :Hiatus

Tight Spaces 💚😍🔥You are out at a party in NYC with the love of your life. And he mercilessly tortures you through the evening. Written for a women's erotica magazine that never happened.

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