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celestialsxturn · 6 years

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The highs and lows|| Daddy x reader

I shouldn't even publish this because it's so bad, but I wanted to show Daddy some love because all anyone cares about is Carol. Again I'm sorry for putting this trash online, I'll do better! [* I had to repost because I left out a bit of it as I was converting it from wattpad]

Epilogue

You saw the way Daddy looked at your new friend, Daya. Giving her special treatment n shit. You remembered when that was you. You used to be a cookie too. A few months back, that was you. You were Daddy's favorite girl, you were special, and you were the one she loved.

Now all of this is not to say that you hated Daya because she replaced you. It wasn't her fault she was so sexy with all those curves and that pretty face. In fact, if you weren't so into Daddy, you'd be all over her. You weren't upset with Daddy either. Daddy is a lion. She see's something she wants and pounces. You were just devastated because obviously you weren't enough.

You knew things were going south between the two of you when you found her slipping Oxy into Daya's shampoo cap. That's almost the same move she used on you. Soon, she would barely touch you, she started treating you just like annalisa and her other girls.

Surprisingly, you found it easy to be around Daya though. She taught you how to draw manga eyes and she was chill. You two talked about your pasts and she mentioned that she had a daughter by a CO from camp. She trusted you and you trusted her.

. . .

With Daddy, you kept your cool and didn't bitch and moan about your loss of attention or how she fucked up with the rats and CO Hellman backing out of business with D Block so the girls went through withdrawal. You were supportive throughout the heartbreak. You watch silently as 2 C block girls jump Daya for the oxy she traded. It hurt to just watch your friend get her ass whooped for fucking pills, but you wouldn't be no help to her after if you got jumped too. So you waited behind a corner till they left then rushed in.

"Fuck, Daya, you okay mama? Shit" you ask her, picking her up.

She groans trying to stand up, "Yeah I'm cool, I'm f- OUCH!" She yelps

"Shit, shit! Here let's go to Daddy, tell her what those cunt block bitches did!" You usher her away to the cell to find Daddy pacing nervously. Even anxious as hell she was fine as fuck. She immediately spots Daya limping as you let go of her.

"What the fuck happened to you guys?! You got the stuff??" Of course, her priorities are fucked

"Nothing happened to me, but they got Daya." I answer the first question.

Gasping for air, Daya adds, "They jumped me. Cunt block bitches."

Daddy faces me "Y/N, Why didn't you help her?"

"I weigh 105 pounds, what the fuck am I gonna do to some fat ass C Blocks?"

Back to Daya "Wheres the oxy, did you get it??" Daddy presses. She needs those pills, Barb is going through withdrawal.

"They took it!" Oh shit.

Daddy immediately spins on her feet, knocking over a cup. "Fuucck!"

You just stand aside watching, knowing that she's in deep shit with Barb now.

"What are you more concerned about? Me or the oxy?" Daya questions her, suprised. After all she is Daddy's special girl.

Daddy removes her hands from her neck, realizing how inconsiderate she sounds.

"Hey. Every one of those bitches gonna get her face carved out," Daddy tells her, face molding into one of concern and support "for touching you."

Wow, you remember when you were that important. It hurt to see how quickly you became just another girl to Daddy, no matter how many times she told you otherwise. Everyone knows there can't be two of Daddy's favorite girl.

You didn't realize, but your eyes are glistening with tears as you continue to watch them, not hearing anything up until Daddy says to daya "That's right. That's a good girl."

You couldn't take it anymore.

Daya looks up and asks you "what's wrong, Y/N?" You shake your head and wipe the tear away. She doesn't know. But you know, Daddy knows. You turn and run before they say anything else. You turn and head to the laundry room and bump into someone. Fucking Badison.

"Aww princess, what's the matter? Your Daddy dont love you no more?" The blonde teases.

"Fuck off, Fatison." You counter. You've done it, you've pissed off the top dog of C block, and no ones gonna save you.

"What did you call me, bitch? You don't wanna mess with me, especially when theres no one here to protect you." Badison threatens, spitting in your face. "Y'know, I heard about you. Sucking off Hellman for drugs, you're nothing but a dirty worthless slut. Girls, get in here, let's show D block who they're fucking with."

On cue, Teng and Akers come through the door, pulling shanks from their socks and waistbands. You realize that your fucked and you can't fight them all at the same time.

. . .

After you're all sliced up, you strain to pick yourself up. "Hnnnnggg, awe shit, fuck!" You whimper trying to walk back to your cell when Annalisa sees you and rushes toward you to help.

"What the fuck Y/N?!" She lifts up your shirt and finds about 30 cut wounds, and sees the shank in your hand. "Who the fuck cuts themselves like that? Just because Daddy replaced you doesn't mean you get all depressed!" You couldn't believe it! She thinks you did this to yourself?

"Wake the fuck up Annalisa!!! This was Badison and her dumbass flunkies! They even stomped my goddamn ankle!" You spit out though gritted teeth. Although it's excruciatingly painful for you to walk, you push her away and limp down the hall and back to your cell, surprisingly unnoticed. You wash your cuts and lay down, eventually drifting off to sleep.

. . .

A week goes by of you laying in bed, skipping work, and yet no one seems to notice. The cuts were healing nicely thanks to the antibiotic ointment in commisary, and your ankle is getting better. You've been listening to Flava To The Max on your radio to keep yourself entertained, otherwise you were crying your eyes out.

The kickball tournament is today and you're planning on hanging around outside of your cell for once since Daddy and Daya would be on the field. Avoiding them has been easier than you thought. But being alone all day with your thoughts was not good for you. All you can think of now is how sad your life is and how you must've fucked up for Daddy to not want you.

Daya approaches your door and wraps her knuckles on the door frame. "Hey, Y/N, we haven't seen you in a while. Daddy thinks you're avoiding her, what's up?"

"Oh, I just hurt my ankle so I've been resting."

"Well here's something for the pain then. And you should tell Daddy, she swears you're avoiding her." Daya tosses you a packet of heroin. That's what's been keeping them busy.

You look Daya in her eyes, "maybe I am avoiding her, but she ain't worried enough to come see me" you told her truthfully

"Yeah, I guess you right, but you can't hide forever. Were going to play kickball, see you after?" She asks

"Yeah, see you." You answer back.

You look at the heroin in your hand. You've only ever done weed and oxy, this is new territory for you. You were scared you'd become addicted. "Ahh fuck it, nothing can be as bad as how I'm feeling now." You pour a little onto the desk and sniff it up. Within a few seconds you shoot up energetically. "WOO GOOD STUFF!" You love the rush and soon, you dump the whole thing and sniff that up too. After a few minutes of hopping around, the energy starts to wear off and you suddenly feel very drowsy. All the memories of you and Daddy being together flood your mind at once. Tears spill down your cheeks as you find it hard to keep yourself awake, closing your eyes feels so good. You know that you're slipping out of consciousness or possibly dying, but maybe that's not such a bad thing. 'No ones gonna care, no one loves you' , you think. Your legs start to give way and before you know it, you're on the ground, winding if Daddy or anyone would care if you just died, and that's when your eyes finally shut.

. . .

Not long after, the kickball game ends and everyone is feeling United. Daya jogs to catch up to Daddy, remembering what you said.

"Yo, I saw Y/N before we came out here. She fucked up her ankle, that's why she been missing. It looked like it hurt bad, so I gave her some H for the pain." Daya tells her.

"Aand? Did you ask her the other thing??" Daddy asks

Daya looks at Daddy with concern in her eyes as they walk into D block, Annalisa listening behind them. "Yeah, she is avoiding you. I ain't ask her why but I told her you were worried and she said you weren't worried enough to go see her."

Daddy's eyes get big as golf balls and she goes "SHIT! Somethings up, I know it! She never gets like this."

That's when Annalisa cuts in, "she was like, cutting herself last week then she flipped the fuck out when I confronted her. She tried to blame Badison, but those Cunt Block bitches know better than to try anything"

That's when Daddy goes WILD. She shoves Annalisa, screaming in her face. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME??!! ARE YOU BATSHIT?? WHAT THE HELL, I GOTTA GO FIND HER!!" and with that, she and Daya run to your cell.

"Y/N we need to tal- FUCKING FUCK!! SHIT!!" There you are, passed out on the floor, empty heroin bag in hand. Daddy and Daya kneel beside you, trying to shake you awake "fuck, this is all my fault!" Daddy cries.

Daya places her hand on Daddy's back, trying to comfort her. "No it's not. You didn't know."

"It is my fault! I left her for you and I've been treating her like shit!! I should've checked on her!! She's not waking up!!" She continues to cry

Daya's in utter shock. The only thing she can think to do is check your pulse. Thank god you still have one. "Hey, hey. She's still alive, calm down. Let's get her to medical." Shes trying to remain as calm as possible, but her best friend is unconscious.

. . .

You groan as your head pounds, waking you up. All at once it comes back to you, you passed out on heroin. Just then, the doctor notices you.

"Ah, you're awake! Your body was in shock from excessive drug intake, but you are good to go now if you feel okay." He explains. You nod, and he starts removing your IV and the monitors. As you walk back out to your block you see Daya and Daddy, who look like they've been crying, at your favorite table. You walk up and tap Daddy on her shoulder. She looks up in surprise, but gets a smile on her face when she sees you.

"Babygirl, you're okay!!!" Daya looks up too, smiling. Daddy jumps up and squeezes you tight. It feels right being in her arms again. You squeeze back as much as you can. "Baby I'm so sorry I treated you bad. I care about you so much, and I'm glad you're okay! I dont ever want to lose you, I fucking love you!" She cries into your shoulder. Daya gets up and wraps her arms around you both. " I'm sorry too, mama. I didn't know you and Daddy were a thing, and I'm sorry for being a bad bestfriend!" You cry too, but its tears of happiness. It feels good knowing you have two amazing people in your life. "I love you guys so much!" You stay like that for a while, then you all sit, and Daya says, "Y/N I care about Daddy a lot and I know you do too, which is why I would never wanna take her away from you. So I was thinking... maybe we can share." You look at her then at Daddy, asking for approval. "Fine by me, babe. 2 is better than one." You grin widely, overcome with joy and love. You got your Daddy back. And now you have Daya too.

"Alright so now that that's taken care of, let's go stomp on badisons fucking neck. No one fucks with Daddy's girls."

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witchychanel · 2 years

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One Shots

Orange Is The New Black

Alex Vause

Piper Chapman

Daddy

Stella

Nicky

Poussey

Carol Denning

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iamnotoriginalphil · 4 years

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Hello! Could I please request #95 with Daddy Duarte? I'm tryna get some soft smut up in this bitch,,,,, but ofc it's up to you!! :)

I’m not really sure which prompt list you were looking at but I hope this is right.

95. “Are you ready for this?”

You moaned into the hot mouth, straining against the hands pinning you to the wall of your cell. It was dark, quiet, nothing but the breathing of the other person loud in your ears. One leg was between the two of yours, pressing up against your hot core. You were grinding down on it, the heat spreading over your skin.

You whined as her lips attacked themselves to your neck. You threw your head back as she nipped at your skin. You needed more. He needed her. You were slick, fire running over your body. She pressed her leg more insistently against your core.

“Are you ready for this?” she whispered into your skin.

“Please, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

She let go of your wrists, playing with the waistband of your trousers. She kissed you again as she pushed her hand into your underwear. You bucked against her finger as it ran through your folds. She hummed into your mouth, feeling how wet you were for her.

She circled her thumb over your clit, earning a moan from you. She drew back, watching you as your eyes closed under her touch. She pushed a finger into you, pressing the heel of her hand against your bundle of nerves. You made a high keening noise.

She pushed another finger into you, pumping in and out as bucked against her hand. Your knees felt like jelly and the only thing keeping you upright was her hold on you. You gripped her waist, digging your fingers into her flesh. Her other hand was cupping your cheek, her thumb stroking over your cheekbone. You were moving against her.

She curled her fingers within you, stars bursting behind your eyes. You made a strangled groan, your head falling forward onto her shoulder. She murmured into your ear, telling you what a good girl you were for your daddy. She ground her hand against your clit harder.

She increased the pace, slamming her hand into you. You were almost crying with your need, your high so close. You were whimpering, only able to ride the wave as it grew higher and higher.

The dam broke, wave after wave of pleasure washing through. All you could do was clutch at Daddy as you trembled. She pressed her lips to your temples, riding you through your orgasm.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you breathed as you opened your eyes.

She pulled her hand from your trousers, sticking her fingers in her mouth. You watched her suck on them, already feeling heat building in you again. She kissed you, the taste of you on her tongue.

“How was that, baby?” she asked.

You kissed her again in answer.

Tags: @libellule2001

#daddy imagine #daddy duarte #daddy x reader #daddy x you #daddy oitnb

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the-walking-daryl · 4 years

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BETA READER NEEDED

Fandom: Orange is The New Black

Summary: Ashton Teller was serving two years in gen pop when the riot changed everything. Now she is trying to navigate max with abusive guards and a war between two drug dealing cell blocks.

Word Count: Unknown/ongoing

Rating: Mature

What I'm looking for: Grammar and spelling corrections as well as basic adjustments

Pairing: Dominga "daddy" Duarte x Oc Ashton Teller

Warnings: Abuse, Fighting, Swearing, Smut, Cheating, Depression, Attempted Suicide

How to Contact: Dm me

I'm willing to offer a oneshot of some sort as a form of payment as well as editing credit.

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m0chisenpai · 5 years

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Would you mind making some more OITNB Daddy fluff? Maybe something like the reader was one of Daddy's girls before she was arrested. And the reader goes to visit her in prison, not knowing she's been the only one to visit her since Daddy's been arrested? Or something like that idk. Pretty PLEAAAASSSE. THANKS!!! ❤❤

“Duarte you got a visitor!”

A phrase she thought she would never hear since spending her time here. Duarte may have been able to flirt her way into he many girls she pimped out. But not enough for them to visit her.

Which was all the more reason for her to rush to get out her cell and follow the guard down to visitation.

And it was that moment she forgot how much she missed her girl.

Sure she called everyone her girl. But this was truly her girl. She was there for her at her lowest points of life. And there she sat with a sad smile on her face.

Duarte quickly grabbed the phone and the (y/h/c) girl grabbed the phone.

“Hi baby.”

And then a slowly tears began pouring down her face. No one visited Duarte in prison. Not a single one. Sure her ex girls were running money on her books, and sending her money. Not none of them showed their faces.

“Damn. It’s been so long love.”

Y/N nearly felt herself cry at the broken down woman in front of her.

“We’ve both messed up haven’t we?”

#queue me up scotty #daddy x reader #oitnb x reader #oitnb daddy #Orange is the new black #orange is the new black fanfic #daddy imagine #oitnb imagine

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dreamingfanficsmasher · 4 years

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What Happens in Prison stays in Prison - George Mendez x OC

Chapter 2 - Dry Hump in Your Own Time

Warnings: Profanity 🤫

The cafeteria is always the worst when trying to avoid Mendez, especially now, since Red and the family are getting suspicious. At least with Red in the kitchen, the food is always some-what good. Grabbing my tray full of food, I make my way towards the table where Chapman and Vause are sitting. Mendez was standing by the door, watching me as I move towards the girls, I try my very best not to look in his direction, which is quite difficult, when he is giving me THAT look.

Soon, all the girls join the table and we all get to talking about the most random shit, until Chapman makes a move on Vause. "Chapman! Dry hump in your own time. Not when inmates are trying to ingest their shit they call food!" I let out a small laugh, as all Piper did was put her arm around her girlfriend. Looking at him with a smile, he starts to smile back and looks quite proud of himself. In all honesty, I think he only did that to get attention.

"I saw that," Piper says with a grin, "I don't know if you're laughing at him yelling at me, or making a big deal out of nothing, or insulting Reds food, OR you just wanted an excuse to look at him." She starts to laugh. I roll my eyes, "Oh my God! What is with people today, I don't encourage or flirt with or look for excuses to look at Pornstache!" Everyone starts laughing, all except Red. "Well which one is it?" Alex smiles, "The second one. Alright. It was the second one. I give up." I stand up, now very frustrated, drop off my tray and storm to my bunk.

Taking a shower in this place is probably the worst and best part of my day. Its good to get clean, but at the same time I usually end up rushing it, its hard to believe, but listening to Morrelo and Nichols having sex is not always fun in the shower.

Of course, when I walk out of the bathroom, there Mendez is in the hallway. I quickly start walking, trying to avoid any conversation. "So, you don't look for excuses to look at me." Of course, he was listening, I sigh as I turn around to face him, of course he has a huge grin on his face as well. "Oh, you only wish that I look for excuses to look in your direction." I hit back, now smiling, I hate how much he makes me smile with his stupidity, but in a good stupid way.

"Well I – AND I BETTER NOT CATCH YOU WALKING AROUND TOPLESS AGAIN, INMATE OR THAT'S A SHOT!" He suddenly screams in my face as another inmate walks past us. "Well, thank you for giving me a reputation." I get annoyed, "I'm just trying to prevent you from getting in trouble with the Russian Bitch." I roll my eyes, "First of all, you seem to be trying to save your own ass, and second of all, I have not seen that girl in here before, and I'm sure neither has Red." "If that bitch gives you any trouble for talking to me then I swear to God I will-" I hold a hand up to stop him right there, "Don't talk about her like that and there's no trouble because its not like there's anything going on between us." That seemed to hurt him a bit. Why? I don't know. He clears his throat, "Listen, Inmate, I'm coming to drop off some laundry tomorrow, and my clothes better be fucking spotless!" Yup, I definitely said something wrong. I turn on my heel and started to walk away.

Once I climb into bed, Nichols walks into my bunk. "Good job, Davis. I heard Pornstache yelling at you in the hallway, I guess you don't have to worry about Red no more." "I guess not." I shrug, "Maybe you should walk around with your tits out more often around here." She yells while walking away. Damn it Pornstache.

#pornstache #pablo schreiber #george mendez #orange is the new black #oitnb #oitnb daddy #oitnb quotes #pablo schreiber fanfic #fanfic #oc tag #what happens in prison stays in prison #officer mendez #george mendez x oc #george mendez fanfic #pornstache fanfic #orange is the new black fanfic #pablo schreiber x oc #pablo schrieber x reader

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wednesdayddams · 6 years

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Dating Daddy would include

Requested by: @le-veau

Fandom: Orange Is The New Black

• Daddy started talking to you first.

- ”Hey beautiful, i got you a present.”

- ”A snicker. For what?”

- ”Take it as a welcoming gift, but you should know, that i don’t give these just for anybody. So consider yourself special.”

- ”Wow i’m worth a snicker.”

• At first you didn’t like the attention she gave you.

- ”Leave me a-l-o-n-e.”

- ”Oh you can spell, that’s actually a talent around here.”

- ”What do you want Duarte?”

- ”You.”

- ”Knock Knock.”

- ”Yeah..oh it’s you Duarte...again.”

- ”Don’t look so grumpy, i just wanted to check how you’re doing. Max can be a tough place.”

- ”Wait so you really just came here to see how i’m doing?”

- ”Yeah and of course because i’ve been missing that pretty face of yours.”

• Eventually starting to fall for her (obviously).

- ”You know what? You’re actually not that bad.”

- ”Was that a compliment?”

- ”Maybe.”

• You being the ONLY one who gets to call her by her real name, Dominga Duarte.

• Spending time in each other’s cells, even though one of you usually gets a shot for it.

- ”It was worth it babe.”

• Daddy being really protective of you.

- ”I won’t let anybody hurt you, okay. I promise, if any of these bitches ever even look at you in a wrong way, i’ll make them pay for it.”

• Comforting Daddy, when she’s having a hard time bc of Barb and the drugs.

- Also cuddling with her, when normally neither of you isn’t into it.

• She could always make you smile, no matter how sad you were.

- ”See i told you i’d make you feel better.”

• Planning on future together.

- ”Fuck you know what i want?”

- ”hmm?”

- ”Coffee. This carbage so called coffee in here tastes like shit.”

- ”Well maybe then when we’re both out of here, we can make some real coffee together in the morning, after our dog has woked us up and then we’re gonna drink coffee in our yard watching the sunrise.”

- ”You have really planned it all?”

- ”Of course y/n, i want us to have a life together after we leave this place.”

- ”Well that’s good, cause i want that too Dominga.”

#oitnb #orange is the new black daddy #orange is the new black #orange is the new black season 6 #orange is the new black imagine #oitnb imagine #oitnb daddy imagine #dating daddy would include #orange is the new black daddy x reader #oitnb daddy x reader #oitnb season 6 #vicci martinez #oitnb vicci martinez #dominga duarte #oitnb dominga duarte

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celestialsxturn · 6 years

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I'm so tired of the lack of Daddy imagines and posts in this fandom!! All you Daddy fans, stay tuned, I'm putting a shit-ton of imagines on here soon!!

#oitnb s6 #oitnb imagine #oitnb season 6 #oitnb #daddy #daddy oitnb #daddy oitnb x reader #daddy x reader #daddy duarte x reader #dominga duarte suarte #orange is the new black #netflix #on netflix #vicci martinez #vauseman #nichorello #nicorello

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celestialsxturn · 6 years

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🎊100 FOLLOWERS🤪

THANK ALL 102 OF YOU (EVEN THOUGH ABOUT 15 OF YALL ARE NSFW ACCOUNTS🤣) FOR FOLLOWING THIS SHITTY BLOG OF MINE

REQUEST SOMETHING, PLEASE!! IM BORED!!

#100 followers #multifandom #daddy oitnb x reader #daddy x reader #daddy duarte x reader #daddy #daddy oitnb #oitnb s6 #oitnb imagine #oitnb season 6 #orange is the new black #request please

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iamnotoriginalphil · 4 years

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hi there!! 49 and 30 with daddy duarte, please :)💕💖

Here you go Anon. Sorry it took so long.

30. “Is that blood?”

49. “Take off your shirt.”

You were hiding in the bathroom, hoping to keep away from Daddy. You knew if she saw what had been done to you she’d be on the warpath and neither you nor she needed that right now.

You hissed as you pressed your hand to the wound on your side. You lent against the tiled wall, sliding down to sit. You took your hand away, the blood beginning to seep through your khaki shirt. It stained your skin and you swore, wiping it off on your leg. You knew you should go to medical but you couldn’t let Daddy know this had happened.

With a war between C and D block being planned, Daddy had enough on her hands without you being stabbed by one of the C block cunts. You didn’t want to be causing her more stress. She was stretched pretty thin these days.

You looked up, finding the rat faced blonde staring down at you. You grimaced, knowing Daddy would soon follow.

You tried to push yourself to your feet but sharp pain radiated through your side. You inhaled sharply and sat down again, pressing your hand back to the wound. The material of your shirt was growing sticky against your skin, red smearing over your hand.

‘There you are.”

You looked up. Daddy was standing over you, her arms crossed over her chest. You sighed, pressing your hand harder against your wound.

“Have you been hiding here all day, baby girl?” she asked, crouching in front of you.

You hummed, wrapping your arms around yourself, hoping it would cover up the pain you were in. She reached out a hand to you, resting it on your knee, running her thumb in soothing circles.

“Has someone been fucking with you?’ she asked.

“No,” you ground out, gritting your teeth to keep yourself from groaning in pain.

“Something’s wrong.”

She took your hand in her own, going to thread her fingers with yours. You felt hers slide along yours with the slick blood coating your skin.

“Is that blood?” she asked, turning your hand over to look at your scarlet palm.

You nodded, hissing as she began to pat you down. She pressed against the wound in your side, her own fingers growing covered in blood. She looked down, her jaw clenching.

“Take off your shirt.”

You shook your head but she grasped the bottom of your shirt, yanking on it. You groaned as you lifted your arms, pulling at the gaping wound at your side. She looked down at the blood pouring over your skin, the way it was already smeared over your stomach.

“Who did this?” she ground out, her eyes seemingly unable to draw away from blood on your body.

“Dunno,” you replied, “some C block cunt.”

“They are dead,” she hissed.

She hauled you to your feet, putting her arm around your waist. You lent on her, wanting to curl up and never move again. She began to drag you out of the bathroom.

“We have to get you to medical.”

Tags: @libellule2001

#daddy imagine #daddy duarte #daddy x reader #daddy x you #daddy duarte imagine #daddy durate x reader #daddy durate x you #daddy oitnb

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dreamingfanficsmasher · 4 years

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What Happens in prison stays in prison - George Mendez x OC

Chapter 3 - Every couple has little fights

Warnings: Profanity 🤫

The next day, I was basically running out of the bathroom to try and get away from the ridiculous name-calling between Pennsatucky and Leanne. Not even looking up while I run, I feel myself bump into a large solid figure. At first, I figured it was another inmate, because they didn't say anything at first, and then I heard it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Davis?!" He looks down at me with fury. "You are not meant to run. Full stop. THAT IS A SHOT!" Getting angry with the way he has been acting lately I snap, I know I am not meant to yell at a C.O, but I couldn't control it, the word vomit.

"What the fuck is your problem lately? What is with you?! One minute you are nice to me, smiling, treating me differently from everyone else. And then out of nowhere you're acting like a dick!" I could hear the girls around us gasping as they walk past, his eyes widened. Shit. I really screwed up this time, SHU here I come.

He looked down at me, then he looked around at the other inmates, his shoes, then back at me, sighing he just said, "You better watch it inmate. Watch your mouth. Remember Ill be dropping off laundry later, you better fucking be there." He then walked away, it was very strange, watching him walk away like that, no shot, no being sent to SHU, nothing. I actually felt a little bad, I seemed to have hurt him. Again.

"Get out my fucking way, you fucking junky!" He screamed at one of the heroin addicts.

Later at lunch I noticed he wasn't there. This is probably normal, it might not be about me. Maybe he is on a different shift, or maybe he went to go fetch his laundry that he keeps on reminding me about. I wasn't focused, and Red could tell, she knew something was up, she might even suspect its because Mendez wasn't in the cafeteria like he always is. Or maybe I am just overthinking everything.

"Hey Davis, why you looking so mopey? Is it because your boyfriend isn't here to watch you eat?" Nichols snapped me out of my train of thought, to which I replied with a deadly glare, to which Red gave me a glare back.

Nichols gave out a small laugh, "Please don't tell me this is true Lizzy." The Russian accent cut the silent glares, "No, its not true Red. They are just making a joke. I promise nothing is happening between me and Pornstache."

"Good because if there is, you know what will happen."

"I know, I know, Red." I did know, Ill be out of the family, I wont be protected anymore.

I started looking down at my food. "No, shes telling the truth. I saw them this morning yelling at each other." Chapman cut in. "Every couple has little fights." Red annoyingly replies, I reply with a sigh, showing how annoyed I was now.

Vause notices this, and comes to my defense, "Give her a break Red. Nothing is happening. Besides, there are more important things to worry about. Like, I don't know, being in prison?" At least I can count on Vause to save my ass against Red.

It was about 4 in the afternoon, and I still hadn't seen the mustached guard anywhere since this morning, I must have really pissed him off. Even while I was waiting in line for the phones I noticed he wasn't standing talking to Bennett, making his dirty comments about the inmates like he usually does, thinking he is entertaining the one-legged C.O.

Yes, I do know about the leg, needless to say I heard the Hispanic girls whispering about Dayanara and her little love affair, and it was quite obvious that they were talking about Bennett. Most of the prison knows about those two by now anyway, with the exception of basically all the staff, even Bennett isn't aware of the inmates knowing.

It was finally my turn to get to the phone, I better call my mom, I haven't spoken to her in a while, and she is bound to be in a state.

Picking up the phone, I dial my mothers number, she sounded frantic over the fact that I haven't called her in a while, but then she could sense that something was wrong.

"Elizabeth? What is the matter? Did something happen?" I could hear the genuine worry in her voice, which created a lump in my throat, I've been here for 3 months and I still miss like crazy.

"Nothing really happened, mom. Its just, there is this guard, who often is quite friendly towards me and - "

"What did he do? Did he rape you? I saw something on the news about a guard that took advantage and raped a young girl at a prison in California. And I swear- "The way she said rape made me cringe.

"Mom, mom, no, no, he didn't do anything. And you should really stop watching the news, it worries you too much. I just wanted to say that hes being friendly, and it just makes me feel guilty with the other girls because he isn't so nice to them." I quickly changed what I was going to tell her, in fear that other C.Os are listening and more importantly that she'll worry more.

"Oh sweetie, you worried me, that's not too bad. It'll get better, besides you've always had that effect on people, don't worry too much. " The conversation carried on for a few more minutes until I realized the time.

"Okay mom thanks, I have to go, its almost my shift, speak to you soon." And with a goodbye from her side, I hang up and make my way to laundry.

To be continued...

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dreamingfanficsmasher · 4 years

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What happens in prison stays in prison - George Mendez x OC

Chapter 4 - We need to talk.

Warnings: Profanity and fluff

My shift was almost over, the laundry was closed for anyone bringing in laundry, and still no sign of Mendez, I was starting to get oddly worried. Going through all the dirty clothes, thinking to myself, a loud noise suddenly comes from the entrance, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Its closed!" I shouted to whoever decided to show up late, and of course with my luck, there he stood, holding a big bag of laundry, staring me down. "Not for me, its not." He said with a stupid smirk.

I write down his number and hand it to him, trading for his over-sized laundry bag. Sometimes I don't mind doing the guards laundry, but sometimes it just becomes annoying because they will give their clothes from the whole week, like he did.

"You're late." I say with a cheeky smirk to break the silence, he looks me in the eye, damn it, caught his eyes again. "Well I did say I was coming, didn't I? I didn't specify a time." I roll my eyes, "Okay, well you know the deal. Your clothes should be ready by tomorrow afternoon, I might not be working that shift, so just collect them from whoever is working that shift."

He starts to walk out while nodding his head, before turning on his heel as if he forgot something, "Oh and make sure you empty all the pockets, I don't want my clothes to get messed up." I get annoyed that he didn't do that himself, but I give a huge obvious smile and a thumbs up, "You got it!" He then replies by flipping me off and walking out the door. What an asshole.

Searching the pockets, I feel a piece of paper, probably from his Shot notebook, I take it out expecting to see who has been getting shots lately, and instead I am greeted with a neatly folded piece of paper that neatly reads Davis on it. Extremely confused I unfold the note and I am surprised to be greeted with what seems to be a letter from Mendez:

Davis.

We need to talk.

Meet me in the chapel after your shift ends.

Be there.

-You know who.

It seemed quite forceful, I have no idea what he was actually going for there. But I better show up, I don't want to think about what he might do if I don't obey. With that, I put the note in my pocket and carry on with my shift, not letting it distract me from my work.

In the chapel, all I could think about was what was this all about? Did he want to punish me for yelling at him? Try and sell me drugs? All these thoughts came rushing to my head I sat on the stage dangling my feet off the edge, that's when he walked in. As he came through the door, he immediately locked it behind him, and as he was walking across to lock the other door, he looked at me, not breaking eye contact for a second. This cannot be good.

Looking at the floor he strutted over to me, stopping next to me, not taking his eyes off the floor. I didn't know what to say, I couldn't speak out of the fear of why I was here.

He then broke the silence, stuttering, "Um, I- I want to firstly apologize for my behavior, its just when you said there's nothing going on between us, it upset me." I was very confused by this revelation. "Why?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, sounding more judgemental than I intended.

Instead of talking he lifted up his hand to my face and gently stroked my hair behind my ear. I regrettable flinched as he did this, receiving quite a hurt look from him.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I will never do anything to hurt you." This eased my mind, and I started to relax under his touch. But I was still confused, "Where is all this coming from?" I looked up at him, and for the first time I didn't try and avoid eye contact.

"You are the only woman here that doesn't treat me like I am about to rape them or hates me. You give snarky comments back to me and play along, you hold your own and don't even care what I might do." All of that was not entirely true, but I didn't want to hurt him, and I started to let myself feel what I have felt in a long time.

I smiled, and held his hand against my cheek, which gave him the go-ahead to move his way in front of me, luckily since I was sitting, he didn't seem THAT much taller than me. He held my face gently and started to lean in, but I stopped it, raising my hand.

"If we do this. Nobody can find out, I mean nobody, none of the inmates, I didn't want this to end up like Daya and Bennett." He nodded, "And no more drugs. You have to be better to Red, and after Tricia, I cant be with you if you are still going to do that shit." He hesitated, looked a bit angry for a split second, and then it faded, his face softened, and he gave me a small smile. "Deal." I gave him a huge smile and bit my bottom lip.

Gently, he pushed his lips against mine, and kissed me so tenderly, softly, softer than I could ever expect from him, soon our kiss became more and more passionate, but nothing came of it. I am not going to have sex with him, give him the wrong idea. Hopefully this works, because God forbid it didn't, this could end very badly for both of us.

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m0chisenpai · 6 years

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The Usual

In which Duarte wants her favorite stylist to fix up her hair.

Daddy was never one to get her hair done on the regular. The blonde took a while to fade, and the sides took time to grow out as well.It had been two months, and it was time to go back for a touch up. On her way to the salon Daya walked up next to her asking her if she were busy

“At the moment yes. Go get Y/N tell her Daddy needs a a quick cut” Daddy told Daya who nodded and walked toward the cells.

You looked up from your magazine to see her standing in your cell. You hopped off from the top bunk.

“Need something?”

“Daddy needs you says she needs a cut done” you popped the sucker out your mouth.

“Really? She’s early” You hummed sliding the magazine under your pillow. You pulled your shoes from underneath and sat down to slide them on.

“You must be one of her new girls. I haven't seen you around before.”

“No I’m not. She just gave me a basket with some pills after I got beat by the guards.” Daya scoffed with her hands in her pocket. You walked toward her titling your head.

“Yeah you are. You took those pills and by the looks of it you’ve found even more.” Once close to her she looked to the side from your gaze. You’ve been here long enough to know how Daddy worked.

She never got attached but had half the block attached to her like a leech. Sure she slept around, but you were smart enough not to get caught up.

After all you weren’t dumb enough to get hooked on drugs. You cared about your body too much to fuck up your health. When you were in the salon Daddy already sat in the chair nodding at you once she saw you through the mirror.

“If it isn’t my favorite stylist.”

“And if it isn’t my favorite half blonde” once behind her you ran your fingers through her hair “the usual?”

“You already know, and payment won’t be a problem.”

“Good. Last time it took you forever just to get me off” you pouted crossing you arms “and I want five packs of Reese’s”

“You know I got you. Last time I was a bit rusty and not feeling my best“

“Ooo is the infamous daddy losing her touch? Am I gonna have to find someone else?” Her eyes bore into yours and a tilt of her head was all you needed to raise your hands.

“Im just kidding.”

After brushing out her hair you quickly trim off the dead ends and getting rid of the growing hair on the sides of her head. You pick up a razor with a bit of cream which you then dab on the sides.

“Barb’s missed ya,”

“Aw tell her to bring her crack head down here and I’ll give her a good straightening”

“She’s going through withdrawals actually”

“Hm not surprised I’m pretty sure someone jacked your stuff. Your usuals have been walking around all sweaty and shaky its quite pitiful.” Her eyes were quick to look at yours in the mirror.

“You know who don't you?”

You giggled walking around the chair to plop down in her lap. You swirled the lollipop around pulling it out with a soft pop.

“New girl”

“Which one?”

“One with the bruises and blonde streak. Seems like your little gift backfired because she came in my cell looking like she huffed fifty rows”

Daddy growled “I should’ve known. Yesterday she was itching like a damn junkie and today she looks like she’s on cloud nine” she pulled her lip between her teeth.

“I’m sending my girls on her.”

“Before you do” You pulled her lips toward your sweet ones into a heated kiss. She groaned letting her fingers dig into your hips pulling you so you were now straddling her.

“Payments due daddy” you whispered in her ear. One of the blondes reached over closing the door and the other leaned against the glass window.

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m0chisenpai · 6 years

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Diamond Dog

College was kicking you in the ass. You weren't a bad student you could keep up wit assignments. However if your bills could they would stand up to beat the shit out of you. But here you were spending what was suppose to be the best moments of your life trying to put yourself through school.

You couldn’t ask your parents for any more money the guilt would bother you forever. And all your other friends were scraping The best you could do is balance waiting and bar tending, both which made you enough money to pay off rent each month.

Tonight you were working at a private party for a business owner. The room was decked out with girls dancing on small high stages while you walked pass older men who tipped you once you dropped off a drink. But with every other tipper came the grope and the gaze that lingered anywhere but your eyes.

You walked behind the counter setting down the tray with a heavy sigh.

“I swear I’m getting more buff with each tray” you giggled with your coworker Leia.

“Girl bye with your noodle arms” she laughed at you setting down two large wine glasses.

“This one goes up there” she pointed up the steps where the couches were.

“There ain’t no one up there though. Did casper finally place an order?”

“Hahaha yes there is. The chick who’s running this party is up there now go before she has us fired on the spot.” She smacks the back of your head. You rolled your eyes and picked up the small tray.

“Yes ma’am” you fake saluted her with a laugh which she shook her head at. You quickly weaved your way trough the bodies of women and men to the stairs. Two body guards eyes you through their black glasses.

“I got two drinks here” you told them. They nodded stepping aside and allowed you to walk up the stairs.

Quickly you made your way to the top where a small women wearing a black and red suit which she clearly wore nothing underneath. The first two buttons were undone as her eyes watched down below.

“Excuse me, ma’am. I’ve got two drinks for you” Her eyes lifted up to look at you. Just her stare made you shuffle nervously in place.

“Ah so they did hear my request. They sent me a drink and something delicious on the side.” She bit her lip eyeing your behind while you bent down to set down the drinks.

“Do you need anything else?” You asked her with a forced smile. Flirting honestly got on your nerves, but if you tolerated it then you’d be granted a good tip.

“Sit down”

Your eyebrows furrowed at this request. Sure guys asked you to sit with them, even your fair share of women as well, but you were working and could tell she was into much more than just business or small talk.

“I would love to but I’m working at the moment,”

“Come on it’s not gonna kill ya. I’ll even leave you a good tip” she mumbled while she inhaled a cigar blowing it into the air. You sighed sitting back down feeling her outstretched arm wrap around you.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N”

She hummed tapping the cigar into the silencer ashtray looking at you. This time she had a gentle stare which calmed your nevus down.

“Let me ask you something Y/N. How much are you making?”

“Here or my other job as well?” You asked.

“Both.”

“Barely a thousand a month but I don’t get to keep it. It goes toward bills and school” You explained eyeing the second drink.

“Go on help yourself you don’t think I order these all for myself did you?.” She smiled at you. You smiled back picking up the drink which you raise toward her in thanks.

You take one small sip enjoying the smooth and sweet taste. She eyed you licking her bottom lip once you crossed your legs making the dress rise up your bare thigh.

“You in school?” She finally asked letting her fingers run down your back.

“Yeah, currently undecided but I’ll figure it out soon” you nodded looking down at the people below. A part of you was bitter with envy at the skinny girls hanging off the older men’s arms.

“Really? You don’t seem like the school type”

“Oh do I? And just what do I look like?” You asked looking her with a raise brow.

“You seem like the person who’s too free spirited to be held back. Someone who could hustle without putting in any work at all”

“Nah your talking about my aunt” she laughed with you.

“Me? I couldn’t hustle. I’m a working girl. Works all I know, but it wouldn’t kill me to have a little break” you look another gulp of the drink finishing off the glass.

“How about I buy you a another one? On me” She asked placing her hand on your thigh. You smile placing your hand on top.

“I’d love that”

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m0chisenpai · 6 years

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Daddy’s Girl

Any person who goes in max knows that they need some sort of protection. Whether it be a gang, or the help of a shank. In this case however, D Block was willing to protect each other no matter what.

Daddy being one of the leaders of the block was the main source of protection. But protection came at a price, and bit everyone was willing or able to pay.

There was one person though who managed to slid pass Daddy’s defenses and everyone knows to never lay a single finger on her.

The transfers from the riot took note of her. Not a single bruise ever was on her, and nobody bothered or touched her in the wrong way.

Days along with a few others were eyeing her one day while she sat at a table with a few other girls reading a book.

“She probably got gang on the inside that keep tabs on her” Lorna whispered.

“You really think so?” Daya asked.

“No are you guys serious I mean look st her. She isn’t exactly gang material. The girls probably just doing her time and not bothering anyone.”

“Nah it’s something else. The other day when we were in the showers what’s her face had her blonde dogs jumped this girl who tripped her” Flaca whispered leaning in so that they weren’t heard.

“Look look that one right there” She whispered. The girls watched as the bleached brunette took a seat next to you leaning over the girls shoulder to press a kiss to her neck.

“Oh daddy. I heard she works for Barb, but I didn’t know she was messing with anyone” Daya mumbled.

Daddy whispered something into the girls ear making her grin and turn around to push her playfully.

“They’re actually kinda cute” Lorna cooed with a smile.

“Yeah when she doesn’t sick her dogs on tient people” Nicky chuckled.

“How’s my girl doing today?” daddy asked pushing the (h/c) girls hair behind her ear.

“Your girl huh?” She asked rising her brow.

“You know your my girl. My favorite good little girl” she whispered trailing kisses up your neck.

“Mhm, I guess so. What do you want from me Daddy?” She asked gently pushing her away from her neck.

“What I can’t spend a little time with the girl who holds my heart in her hands” Daddy pouted holding the girls hands. She rolled your eyes while a smile spread across her warm cheeks.

“You mean it?”

Daddy raised a brow bringing her hands to her lips kissing each one.

“How about I prove it?”

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