Fuck, You're Going to Make Me Lose My License When the most beautiful angel is wheeled into my hospital, I become obsessed with the need to have her. It's all I can think about as she nearly dies on our operating table, having just wrapped her car around a tree. She might never walk again due to her injuries. She might not even survive. But when she falls into a coma, I know the fates are looking out for me. They made it so she cannot run. They want me to fuck her senseless. They want me to risk it all. And for her, I damn well might. Because her eyes spoke to me - in that brief moment they met mine before they rolled back in her head. "Do with me what you will." ——- Trigger and Content warnings Remember, this is FICTION, and the content inside isn’t acceptable in real life. Nor are the thoughts a true representation of mine or what I think counts as rape. Coercion is still rape. Abuse of power is still rape. Fucking someone in a coma so they don’t know they’re being raped is still… you guessed it, rape. So the main triggers you’ll find in here are pretty obvious given the blurb (noncon somnophilia, abuse of power, doctor/patient taboo), but if you want to see the full list, you can do so on my website once it's live.
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Miranda Grant is not a serial killer. As an author of fantasy and paranormal romance, she just needs to know some things, like how many dead babies can fit in a bathtub (34, 52.5 if blended), what human meat tastes like (dry pork), how to get away with murder (it’s really hard to tell the difference between a drowning accident and a drowning murder, just saying), etc. This non-serial killer lady lives with her partner, who often drags her outside, claiming ‘sunlight is necessary’ and ‘social interactions are a good thing’. Given her questionable search history, she goes along with it, thinking it’ll be better to have less ‘aloof serial killer vibes’ should the police ever knock on her door…
