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1. Well Hell...Why Not? (Re-written) by JLHall (jlhallares)

   Fandoms: Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types  

   • Explicit
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
   • F/M, Other
   • Work in Progress

   07 Apr 2019

   Tags

   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Rape/Non-Con
   • Cullen Rutherford/Solas/Original Female Character(s)
   • Original Female Character(s)
   • Cullen Rutherford
   • Fen'Harel | Solas
   • Iron Bull
   • Dorian Pavus
   • Cassandra Pentaghast
   • Leliana (Dragon Age)
   • Josephine Montilyet
   • Blackwall | Thom Rainier
   • Sera (Dragon Age)
   • Cole (Dragon Age)
   • Female Hawke
   • Fenris (Dragon Age)
   • Explicit Language
   • Explicit Sexual Content
   • Blood and Violence
   • Shameless Smut
   • Fluff
   • Fluff and Angst
   • Fluff and Smut
   • Fluff and Humor
   • Angst and Fluff and Smut
   • Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con
   • Modern Girl in Thedas
   • Modern Character in Thedas
   • Polyamory
   • Not Canon Compliant
   • SOOOOOOO NOT FUCKING CANON - hope that helps
   • Gratuitous Smut
   • Oral Sex
   • Anal Sex
   • Anal Play
   • Anal Fingering
   • Vaginal Fingering
   • Vaginal Sex
   • Penis in Vagina Sex

   Summary

   Why am I so fucking cold?
   I must have kicked it off. Jo slapped her hand around on the cold, rock floor feeling for the comforter.
   Is that Rock?
   Her eyes slowly opened in confusion.
   Glancing around, she saw mostly darkness and shadow. From a distant corner she caught the flicker of torchlight dancing against the wall sending out a weak light for her to see by.
   Okay floor, walls, and jail doors?
   Wait…jail doors?
   Where the fuck am I?
   That last glass of wine was a real kicker. Reaching up to rub her forehead, she felt a sharp stabbing pain shoot from her left-hand straight up her arm when she tried to move it. Yeowch, son-of-a-motherless goat! She hissed out her clenched teeth. She tried again to pull her hand up and found both her wrists shackled together.
   What the fuck is going on? Pulling both her hands up to look at the one that hurt, a bright, green pissed off mark of some sort shot little sparks of fire out of it.

   Language:

   English

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