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Secret House Keeper (Link X Reader) PART THREE

Secret House Keeper (Link x Reader) PART THREE

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗲! 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲!  𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱!

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁! @gummy-dummy​

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

Secret House Keeper (Link X Reader) PART THREE

L was short for Link. That’s what he told you as soon as he woke up to the smell of you dropping off a bowl of Gourmet Meat Stew on his dresser. 

So of course, you had to stay. 

When he collapsed in front of you all those days ago, you really didn’t know what to do. Admittedly, you probably wasted a few precious seconds as you freaked out over his unconscious, bleeding-out body. Thankfully for you, the sound of your family quickly approaching over the bridge leading to his house was enough for you to pull yourself together. 

Before anything could be done, however, He had to be stripped of his shield, his sword, and his bow. The bow was new- something you didn’t recognize. The sword was obviously something Hylian. A traditional model that you had seen many times yet you learned the name. The shield was another Hunter’s Shield. Decorated with holes and dents from where it was obviously used to block arrows, it looked like it was on its last leg. It was not that different from the one that hung up on his wall right now. You wonder if he had a similar upbringing as you did with your own Hunter’s shield. The thought made your heart heavy. 

Rolling him onto his back, your parents go to work. They dressed his wounds, making sure you understood all the steps they took. While that happened, you flitted around his house for a clean pair of clothes and rags to soak up all of the blood. It was a messy process- messier than cleaning his house has ever been- but you gritted your teeth and bore it. You had involved yourself in his life already. It would be a shame to just leave so suddenly. Especially when someone is in their darkest hour of need.

An hour later, his life was no longer in immediate danger. 

Your parents had patched him up and moved him to bed up the stairs. Your dad took the liberty of changing his clothes, swapping his now dyed blood-red Hylian Tunic for an old, three-quarter-sleeved shirt that you found buried in one of the trunks in his room. His current Hylian Trousers were traded for a new pair that you estimated to be too big for his surprisingly little frame. 

At the same time, you got straight to work scrubbing the floor when he collapsed while your mother left to start on a nice, big pot of Gourmet Meat Stew. The dark red stain was hard to get out of the hardwood floors. Your fingers were starting to ache, and your knuckles turned white as you tried to buff the blood out of the floor. But eventually, you triumphed. Slowly but surely, you got your progress. And luckily for you, you had just finished cleaning up the last of the tiny blood splatters on the wall nearby right as your mother returned, stew in hand. 

Your parents sat at the freshly cleaned table, their stews in their belly as they admired all the weapons and shields on display and spoke mutely about what had just occurred. Their own little whispers about what they thought happened. You didn’t hear any of it. Not one bit. 

Instead, you found yourself sitting on the side of his bed, stew left unattended as you dabbed at his glistening skin. A bowl of his own sat next to yours, but they were both growing cold. You were fine with eating the stew when it was lukewarm, but if he didn’t stir soon, you would probably have to fix him something else. Something that wouldn’t sit in his chest if the dish was too cold. Maybe a nice, warm Meat and Rice Bowl would be a good idea. You could slice any of the leftover meat that wasn’t used in the stew into thin strips. Paired with a bowl of fluffy rice, you’re sure he’ll be able to take it down smoothly. Besides, a dish like that would be easy to prepare quickly.

It came as no surprise to yourself that you had already decided on being the one to nurse him back to health. Getting him wrapped up and off the floor was the first challenge. Even now, as he laid underneath his covers, unconscious but alive, you knew he couldn’t be left alone. You were probably the only one in your family with enough free time to tend to such a wounded patient. Not to mention, not knowing what had happened to him scared you. Stranger or not, you weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea of putting him in someone else’s care. Especially when the very boy you wanted to meet almost had his life slip away in front of you.  

 And with that, his recovery was another item on your To-Do list. A more fragile, delicate item, but another item nonetheless. It’s the least you could do. For invading his home. Just to clean it. Unannounced…

Anyways-

The hours began to blur after that. You sat by his side for a long time, watching the sun disappear and the moon rises into the sky. Your parents left after speaking to each other for a little while, coming up to see you before they turned in for the night. You managed to convince your dad to bring you a blanket as well as the ingredients for the Meal and Rice bowl while they were cleaning your empty bowl and L’s untouched stew. You spent hours tending to him, watching for any sign of a problem- discomfort, infections, anything. Luckily, you were met with nothing but a relaxed face and quiet puffs of air passing from his lips. All was well. 

Eventually, he did stir.

It was late at night when he did, and you had already turned off all but one lamp in his house for the night. His eyes were barely open, and his eyelashes fluttered as he tried to focus his eyes. Soft noises erupted from his throat as made quick work of steaming your rice and cooking the leftover, now sliced meat. You realized he was barely lucid when you returned to his side. You thought that would be a problem at first considering how he couldn’t feed himself in such a state.

Thankfully, you came up with the idea of spoon-feeding him- an idea that surprisingly worked. All you had to do was prop him up a little against the headboard of his bed. A gentle prod of your spoon against his lips was enough for his brain to recognize what needed to happen, even while he was in such a fuzzy state. It was a slow, slow process of feeding him, and the silence was only broken by your murmured words of comfort and encouragement. You eventually got him to finish close to half of the rice bowl and the majority of the meat before he turned his head away and his eyes fluttered shut. Near-silent snores filled the air after that. He had gone to sleep.

This process continued for six more meals over the course of the next two days. You would spoon-feed him. The first four meals were still Meat and Rice bowls. Always freshly cooked. Always nice and hot from the kitchen. You would blow on it gently before feeding it to him, and he would slowly eat your cooking in the same daze from the day before. He was slowly eating more and more as each mealtime went by. During the last two meals, he started to become present enough to handle something a little different. Your father had started a fresh pot of Gourmet Beef Stew for lunch on the second day after L had collapsed so you decided to bring a bowl for him. You focused on feeding him the broth mostly and were able to feed him some of the smaller chunks of meat while slipping in some veggies here and there. 

You were able to do that one more time before he woke up. 

“W-where..?” His whisper was hoarse, yet it rang out in the early morning air. “W-what happen-”

His words cut off with a harsh cough as he sits up. You sucked in a sharp breath, surprised to see him up so suddenly, but you instantly rushed to his side. In seconds you were reaching for the pitcher of water you had sitting out on the bedside table and pouring him a glass of water. His cheeks flush as he struggles to gain his breath again while you spend a couple extra moments rubbing his back softly and balancing a glass of water in your free hand. 

Eventually, the coughs stop, and he accepts the glass of water from your hand. He drinks it greedily, downing the whole thing in seconds before letting his hands fall to his side. Silence settles between the two of you as you eye him carefully, watching for any problems. You had been at his side for so long- only leaving to wash up or let your father change his clothes, so he was allowed privacy. The first night you had slept at the foot of his bed, just in case he turned too suddenly and ended up hurting himself further. Every night after that, you slept minimal hours in your own bed at home. And you always made sure to rush back to L’s house, never wanting to leave him alone for long. You’d be damned if anything happened to him now. 

When he turns to you, you’re met with a beautiful sight. You had admired his features while he was asleep sure, but now that he was awake, you couldn’t help but stare in awe. His eyes were big, round, and a gorgeous shade of blue. They were like fresh water from a stream or a clear sky. His eyebrows were thick and full, and for some reason, you could just tell they were almost always furrowed. His nose was small but fit his face perfectly. Coupled that with his long, messy, dirty blonde hair and you couldn’t help but be impressed by how cute and boyish he looked.

Before you started cleaning his house, you had always caught glimpses of him from afar. Judging by how he lived alone and would always be outdoing Goddesses know what, you figured he’d be a lot older. But despite how young you thought he looked physically, you knew deep down his age didn’t change the fact that he must be a seasoned adventurer. A fighter, an explorer- perhaps even a soldier in his past life.

When he had collapsed in front of you, that was just a mere moment of weakness. The L in front of you now doesn’t have the same appearance as the L you’ve been nursing all this time. He looked guarded. Tense even, as if he was ready to run at the first sign of a predator. Those beautiful, round blue eyes of his didn’t carry the innocence that most people usually came to associate blue eyes with. They were not as soft as a babbling brook or as dainty as the summer sky at noon. They were hard. They were walled up. And they were looking at you as if you were a threat. Who knew that someone so young could look so old? So experienced? Despite looking close to your age, you have never met someone who seemed so un-

“-like me…” Your thought finishes itself out loud before you’re able to realize what happened. Despite the words coming out as a whisper, L’s eyes narrow at you. The look he gives you is intense. It feels angry, almost. It’s obvious that he heard you. And it’s even more obvious that you have to now pick up the pieces and explain yourself. “Um- I wanted to apologize for coming into your home uninvited! When you collapsed, I knew I couldn’t just leave you there so I-”

“You’re the housekeeper.” 

L’s voice is firm, yet gentle as he cuts you off. There’s no question mark that follows his words. It’s a statement. Pure and simple. He sounds confident and completely sure of himself. When you look in his eyes again, you realize that it’s not anger that you spotted. His gaze is still cloudy from recovery, and his eyes look like he’s deep in thought as he speaks to you. It’s as if he’s trying to recognize you from someplace. You doubt he’s in much of a position to do anything but rest, but you couldn’t help but ask:

“How did you know I was the ‘housekeeper’?”

It feels odd calling yourself that since there was no initial formal agreement between the two of you. Despite this, being called the housekeeper so casually helped you feel like he doesn’t see you as much as a threat. Hopefully, at least. 

“I saw you.” He states simply. When you blink at him owlishly, tilting your head in confusion, he starts by clearing his throat and explains himself further. “Before I- before I fell, I mean. I saw you cleaning. So, I figured…”

A red hue appears of L’s face as he trails off, eyes casting off to the side. You hold in your giggle at his sudden bashful behavior. The aged look of anger and experience doesn’t suit him as well as this childish pout of his. It’s a rather cute look on him. 

“Is that so? Well then, you really must be the infamous L, huh?” You hum, a small smile gracing your face. “I’m glad we were able to patch you up in time. I was really worried.”

“I’m sorry about all that. Normally, I’m not that careless…so thank you…” Link murmurs, scratching the back of his neck absently. Your heart aches with the thought of just how many times he had to patch himself up while he was close to death when suddenly, his eyes snap back to yours and you’re floored with just how alive he looked for a second. “And, you…you don’t have to call me L…if you don’t want to, of course. It was just my signature. My name is Link, actually…”

“Link?” You try the name out on your tongue. It flows out perfectly, and you recall it was once the name of a legendary Hero of Hyrule from a long, long time ago. It suits him, you think. It suits him perfectly. “…what a pretty name. It’s nice to finally meet you, Link.”

The second time you say his name, his body loses all of its tension. His shoulders relax, and his body deflates. A smile stretches across his lips as he looks at you, eyes half-hidden by his messy bangs. It’s a quiet, gentle smiler as his eyes scan your figure, burning your image into his head It’s full of comfort, and it makes you feel safe- trusting. It doesn’t fit the look of a boy who collects swords, bows, and shields. It doesn’t fit the look of a boy whose eyes hold so many stories of fights and battles and danger at every corner. And it surely doesn’t fit the look of a boy who had almost bled out in front of you. Yet he wears it anyway. 

And he wears it well.

“You know,” Link starts, and the second he captures your eyes, the smile on his face evolves into a grin you didn’t think was possible on your sweet little patient. “It’s even prettier when you say it…”

Maybe he wears it a little too well.

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Pairing: Andy Barber X Fem! Reader

Summary: Andy and you were nemesis in the courthouse

Word Count: 800+

Warning: smut, implicit smut, 18+ MINORS DNI

A/N: I don't have any ideas how lawyer, DA, and court works, I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. I also experienced a block and this story kinda being forced. Sorry if it disappoints you. Using prompt from the bingo, "suit up".

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“I’m surprised to see you still here, Mr. Loguidice. The office really needs an underpaid worker, doesn’t it?”

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You nodded. “Just tell me where and I’ll see you there.”

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The heat was undeniable between two of you. Your moan echoed as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you. His name sounded like a prayer rolled from your tongue. The low growl and your name came out from his mouth, feeling the release was close. At this point, you were beyond exhausted, and he was still pounding you hard. Another orgasm washed over you while you trembled and milked him. He came afterwards, painting your wall with his seeds.

Both of you laid on the floor for a while to catch your breath. The cold from the floor started to reach your spine.

“My back is starting to get cold.”

Andy stood up. You could feel his warm hands as he lifted you. “Don’t worry, I got you. Let’s go to bed.”

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3 years ago

In The Shadow

In The Shadow

Summary: Geralt and you are captured by the Darkling and about to find out his means of punishment are quite unusual.

Pairing: General Kirigan x Reader | Geralt x Reader

Words: 1.2k

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I give no permission for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it.

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Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

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Kirigan was darkness itself, a shadow - seeping into the cracks inside your mind, altering your thoughts, your desires; love turned to pain. Hatred turned to lust, and all that you were before him remained nothing but black mist.

No. You did not want this.

At least that’s what you kept chanting inside your heart as the General had you sat, spread open upon his thighs with his hands conquering every inch of your flesh.

“She’s mine now, Witcher. Mine to pummel.”

No! You did not want him.

Then why were you slippery-slick with desperation? The pulsating rhythm between your thighs protesting with the rage of copulation: ‘I shall not be denied!’

Helpless, you tried to focus your blurry sight on the rust that devoured the iron bars, upon the prisoner who held onto them with hands stained of dirt and blood. Growling like an animal in its cage, Geralt rattled the iron, his honey-gold gaze kissed with red at the sight of Kirigan who had his hands trailing beneath your skirts.

“I can smell it…” the Darkling whispered against your neck, prying your legs further open for Geralt to see your glistening sex.

A pitiful cry escaped your lips, somehow, you could smell yourself too and the scent merely grew stronger as Kirigan ground his hardness against your ass.

“Maddening, isn’t it? The notion that I am going to slip myself inside you while your lover is standing right over there without any chance of rescuing you?” He provoked and took a nip of your neck.

“Did you two really think you can cross me without a price? Or perhaps this is what you wanted?”

“If you dare touch her…” Geralt barked, the veins in his forehead and throat bulging. Never have you seen him this full of rage, and Kirigan hasn’t even begun this torture.

Letting out a roar of laughter, the General sent his fingers to gently skim from your knees to your groin, pulling unbidden moans from your throat.

“Would I dare? Just look at her,” Kirigan taunted. “The dew is drizzling down her sweet little cunt, like fruit too ripe just begging to be plucked. I think your little mistress wants to feel me inside… don’t you?” He asked with a snarl and reached a hand behind your back.

“General...” you shivered and shook a face full of tears at Geralt.

The metallic clink of Kirigan’s belt being undone reverberated through the dungeon a dozen times more before something fleshy and hot grazed your inner thigh. There it was again, the ebony mist, pervading your mind, shrouding your thoughts and making them his own. Despite the screams of protest in your heart, your core twitched and fluttered, mesmerised by the thought of having Kirigan fuck you while Geralt was forced to watch.

Your glossy eyes met Geralt’s golden gaze in a silent plea for forgiveness.

You wanted this, your little hole gaping for the other man, clenching as he nudged the heart-shaped tip between your lust-swollen lips to tease you. A part of you dared to tear your eyes from the Witcher and peer upon Kirigan’s shaft; though you caved in for only a moment, enough to entwine your entire body with blazing flames.

He was marvellously large, almost as big as your Geralt. Briefly, you wondered if he would feel the same but your thoughts turned to dust in your skull at the sensation of his cock spearing inside you.

Yelps, growls, and shouts of protest boomed through each tunnel in the dungeon. Whatever false tenderness Kirigan presented before was abandoned as he impaled you wholly on his large shaft, pressing himself so deep that his sack was pressed tightly against your engorged lips.

For a sliver of a moment, he held himself still, making you feel the throbbing rage of his cock deep inside your gut. The pounding in your heart was so strong you heard it booming in your ears, muffling the shouts and barks of the Witcher, who made every attempt to break his cage.

“I will kill you!”

Kirigan chortled again. His long, slender fingers lifted to your neck and captured your jaw. He dug his thumb and index finger into the hollow of your cheeks while slowly beginning to move inside you, ending each thrust with a husky groan. Wet and sultry as you were, your walls strained against his invasion, almost incapable of taking him fully, though he ignored their protest and only sunk deeper.

“She is taking me so well,” Kirigan hummed with delight while you cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Your tearful eyes remained focused on Geralt, trying to imagine it was him who ploughed you, but with every moan, Kirigan huffed against your ear, with each pull and shove he made between your lips, your mind fell into a dark delirium and then it was no longer Geralt or Kirigan but both of them inside you at once, each man using your body to their selfish pleasure.

Unwittingly your hips swayed, meeting the General’s ruts, sinking down to take him even deeper.

“Dirty little whore,” Kirigan praised and nipped the thin skin of your neck before increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“Are you enjoying yourself as much as your woman is, dear Geralt? Would you mind dipping in later for sloppy seconds?”

Blood mingled with rust trickled down Geralt’s palms, coating the iron bars he held squeezed between his trembling fingers. Despite his waning strength, fire still burned in orbs, though it seemed that Kirigan’s shadow had manipulated him as well and he too had succumbed to lust.

Geralt was hard. Harder than you’ve ever seen before. Sweat layered his coarse face; the look that he gave you assured you the beast within him wanted nothing more than to break through its cage and rip you apart - perhaps join Kirigan in his defilement and claim your mouth... or ass.

As aroused as he was, he refused to relieve himself and only his glare spoke of the atrocities of his mind.

“Forgive me,” you mouthed before you let out a moan, allowing pleasure to sweep away whatever dignity was left to you. You could feel Kirigan swell larger inside you, and your slit instinctively clutched around him, the tidal bliss beginning to bloom like a ring of fire inside your womb.

Sensing your nearing ecstasy, Kirigan sent his hands to grab your thighs and held them spread mid-air while slamming into you with punishing might.

“Your witcher can’t breed you, can he?” he questioned breathlessly, “but I can…”

“No!” Geralt rasped and once again rattled the bars, in a failed attempt to break out.

“I think I will fill that womb full of my seed,” The Darkling groaned.

You cried out, whether, in pleasure or protest, you knew not. Your trembling cunt had already made its decision for you, suckling and milking around Kirigan’s cock with ardent enthusiasm as your pleasure erupted through. It was all he needed for his release. With a shout, he flooded your canal until your womb overflowed with his thick elixir and slow, thick rivulets drizzled down his shaft.

The cacophonous tantrum died all too sudden, leaving nothing but breathless pants and gasps and the trickle of water that echoed somewhere in the depth of the dungeon. Slow and careful, Kirigan released your thighs from his grasp, settling them down on the ground. His chocolate-brown eyes met Geralt with a dark smile glinting amidst them.

“I wonder…” he murmured joyfully, “which was it that aroused you more, my dear Witcher? Her? Myself? Or both?”

In The Shadow

Credit: I do not own Shadow and Bone, General Kirigan, The Witcher or Geralt of Rivia

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3 years ago

but bestfriendsdad!andy barber???? 😭😭 sorry i'm just a hoe for him

𝟐.𝟔𝐤 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓!

[bestfriendsdad!andy barber x fem!reader]

warnings; SMUT! MINORS DNI, +18, reader and jacob are in college, use of sex toys, semi public sex, reference to oral sex, squirting, if uncomfortable please don’t read. press keep reading for smut :)

But Bestfriendsdad!andy Barber???? Sorry I'm Just A Hoe For Him

chest heaving, your hand clenching the fork, andy knew exactly what was happening.

it’d been more than 30 minutes since andy shoved the huge, thick plastic cock through your slit and demanded you to keep it in while the three of you had dinner.

“how’s the pasta, [y/n]?” andy tilted his head as his shoe blinding slithered through your thighs and pushed at the silicon toy, making you whimper and slam your hand over your mouth.

“uh, it’s good! really good!” you exclaimed, chuckling nervously as jacob typed away on his phone, making you sigh in relief, but andy frowned at you from across the table.

“well, i’m glad the two of you could drive down to boston for the weekend, i know how stressful college can be.” jacob nodded without paying attention as his phone begin to ring, most likely a call from his girlfriend.

“gotta answer this, might take awhile.” he excused himself and ran up the stairs, leaving andy to dust himself off and circle around the table, pulling your chair harshly to face him as you choke out a moan.

“be quiet for me, angel, don’t you fuckin’ dare disobey,” you cried into his shoulder the second he doubled over and began to thrust the plastic dick into your sopping cunt, his cock twitching at the lewd, squelching noises.

“let me cum, mr. barber, please,” your nails sank in his clothed, flexing bicep, your [e/c] flickered between the penetration of your sex, and the determine expression on his gorgeous, dampened face.

“do i have to fuck your throat to keep your mouth shut?” his free hand firmly held the back of your neck and you instinctively flattened your tongue against your chin, opening wide for his spit to dribble and you gladly accepted it, as if it’d been some sort of nectar of the gods.

“cum. now.” you gasped as his thumb strayed to skillfully zero on your clit, making you lightly squirt around the sizable toy and he swallowed your moans with his pretty, plump lips, adrenaline running through your veins as you trembled against his body.

“i love you.” he whispered, making you hum in mesmerization, responding with the same, heartfelt words.

But Bestfriendsdad!andy Barber???? Sorry I'm Just A Hoe For Him

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3 years ago

Taken

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female!Reader x Ransom Drysdale x Steve Rogers Word Count: 22,871 (oh my god, I’m SO SORRY) Summary: Three of the most violent and notorious inmates at Steelridge Correctional Center escape, and they take you–the sweet, compassionate prison doctor–with them. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Unprofessional doctor/patient feels. Violence. Death/murder. Reference to murder. Threats of non con and murder. Kidnapping. Gun, knife, and law enforcement baton/nightstick use. Non con. Dub con. Vaginal fingering. Gang bang. Unprotected sex. Rough/painful sex. Oral sex (f & m receiving). Cum eating. Hand job. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Degradation. Spitting (just once for lube). Anal sex. DP. Overstimulation. Pussy slapping. Squirting. Beating/whipping with a belt. Sooo much angst. Suicidal thoughts & themes. Physical, emotional/mental, & sexual abuse. Gaslighting. Prison AU. Doctor!Reader. General AU for most of the fictional babes. Mean!Steve Rogers (I mean it, he’s awful). 18+ only!

A/N: Whew, okay omg I am SO EXCITED for this story aka my fic o’ ruin. It’s my super late final entry into my soft!dark challenge, and I’ve been chipping away at it for a while. It took me some time to figure out a scenario/AU that made sense for these characters to come together and cum together 😏but I think I pulled it off. Also, please take all of my medical, prison, criminal, and law stuff with a grain of salt, I’m not an expert lol. Enjoy! ❤️

🚨P.S. Please note this is a DARK FIC that contains lots of dark elements. Like. If you didn’t read all of the warnings above, please go back and do so right now. And do not proceed if you are not okay with any of these elements. Your media consumption is YOUR responsibility. Also please note that I do not in any way condone any of the dark actions or elements found in this story, this is a work of FICTION. Thank you! (Also please let me know if I missed any warnings.) 🚨

Prompts: This ask + There was only one bed + “Come on, just a little taste.” + Overstimulation/Squirting

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3 years ago

𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 ✧ 𝒄𝒉 𝑰𝑿

pairing: charles brandon x duchess!reader

warnings: minor angst, brief mentions of abusive relationship and abusive childhood (i don’t go into details), it can get a little confusing in the middle…

word count: 2,1k

taglist: @runawayolives @kmuir1 @marytudorbrandon @lharrietg @shittingdicknipple @alexa-fangirl-forever @mis-lil-red @amberangel112 @ohmygoodie @itmejado @radaofrivia @scarlets-widow @ragamuffin285 @thereisa8ella @titty-teetee @dropletsofkaisoo @kebabgirl67 @thorins-queen-of-erebor @coffeebooksandfandom​

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