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Such Happy News! @nildespirandum's writer's block has disappeared!
Here's how I know. We co-wrote the last book in the MacTavish Stolen Brides Series, called Captivated. I love this book because of the experience of writing it with @nildespirandum and we're celebrating by giving away six copies. This is only open to US readers, we're sorry! Just leave a comment and you're entered.
You can find the book here: https://mybook.to/C2XeYnK
Here's a blurb:
It may be 2024, but when a MacTavish man wants a bride, he steals her.
I’m a billionaire. I’m not letting some endangered bird stop me from building my massive computer server plant. When these ridiculous environmental protestors interfere with my building site, I humiliate them before throwing them out.
But when Fee, the feisty head of the group, uses her charms (and my intoxicated state) to kidnap me, I’m entertained enough to allow her to hold me on her Irish grandfather’s farm. When we’re attacked by an enemy intent on ending me, she realizes for the first time that I’m not just a businessman. I’m the head of one of the most powerful Mafias in Europe.
Now, I have to kidnap and marry her, kicking and screaming, to keep her safe, because she is utterly captivating.
There’s a goat living in my mansion and a woman who despises everything I stand for… unless we’re in bed. I have to take out my vicious enemy, deal with my irritating insta-family, and make my new wife fall in love with me.
Nothing to it.
Captivated is book five in the MacTavish Stolen Brides Series, but it can easily be read as a standalone, with no cheating and an HEA.
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Just tagging those who liked my stories in the past...
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader; Will Miller x reader. Mention of Benjamin Miller and Santiago Gracia
Theme: Dark
Genre: Last of Us x Triple Frontier
Warnings: noncon, gaslighting, mention of mental disorder, manipulation, abuse, power play, breach of ethics, noncon touching, hallucinations, mention of sleep paralysis, mention of narcolepsy. 18+
Note: I am in no way trying to romanticize or stigmatize mental disorders. This is for fiction purposes only. The purpose of the fic is only for entertainment and should not be taken otherwise.
💊
AO3
💊
Ticking of clock and thumping of your heart were quite in sync for some time now. You must be waiting no longer than 10 mins, but it felt like an entire lifetime. You chewed on your nails as you looked around the uncluttered waiting room of Dr. William Miller, a psychotherapist you found on internet.
You were unsure about the whole therapy thing, on every third tick of the clock you wanted to leave, but you knew the most scariest thing at this very hour was not opening up to a stranger but inside your own mind.
It all began so unexpectedly; it was just an ordinary day at your little bookshop and you locked up as usual and began going home, the next thing you remembered was waking up in a hospital without a scratch. All they said was you fell unconscious and that was it. You didn’t remember much but a face, initially it was just a face, but then it began haunting you. Whenever you slept, you’d wake up, not enough to go back to sleep again, not enough to wake up either, it felt like a dream, only where you couldn’t really move. You just lay helpless. Helplessness was still manageable, but then you began felling him, the man you only knew the face of. You’d feel him sitting on top of you, he’d choke you leaving you breathless, but there were never any marks. You could feel his hands on you, touching you at places you didn’t want anyone to and you could do was lay and cry, paralyzed. You had no evidence of breaking in, no evidence on the man himself and so you tried seeking help from the law, but they needed the same thing you did, evidence. It was then Mr. Benjamin Miller, one of the officers suggested you to visit his therapist brother, Mr. William Miller.
And here you were anticipating what it was going to be now?
Lost in thoughts you didn’t hear him come out of his office, seeing off another client.
“Come in please, Ms. Y/N.” Mr. Miller called out.
You gave what resembled a smile and followed his lead as he opened door for you.
“I am William Miller. You can call me Will or whatever you feel like. I’ll be taking your sessions, each session is of 60 mins, whatever you say is going to be confidential; meaning I won’t be disclosing it to anyone, unless you have thoughts/ ideas of hurting yourself or others, in that case I’m obliged to contact authorities. Rest assured, your secrets are safe with me.” He gave a warm smile. A ray of reassurance and hope.
“So tell me, what brings you here?” he enquired.
“Whenever I sleep, I wake up, not completely… like my eyes are open, i… i… feel things, but like I’m unable to move. I… I see this man, he enters…. And… and…” your voice cracked as you gave him the details, saying it out loud made you realize how scary the entire experience was.
“And?” Mr. Miller urged you to continue, leaning forward, his gesture radiating assurance of safety.
“And…” you closed your eyes, tears rolling down, lips quivering and hands shaking as you continued. “And he touches me...” you managed to say all in one breathe.
You could hear Mr. Miller’s breath.
“I know it is difficult for you to share such a detail, I’m proud of you for telling me with such a courage, if only you’re comfortable, could you elaborate?”
You nodded and continued to tell him how man touched you, was it the warmth of your therapist or your inability to contain the feelings of helplessness and hopelessness anymore, you gave him the explicit details of your supposed abuse. You told him how you bathed longer because you could feel the wetness of his lips on your breasts. You told him how ashamed you felt waking up soaking wet after he was done licking your core, leaving you breathless and at times begging for more.
Mr. Miller heard you patiently. By the time you were done talking you were a sobbing mess. He handed you tissues and a glass of water. He comforted you and introduced you to relaxation techniques. He made sure you were feeling light before the session ended. 60 mins were up in a blink, it felt.
He asked you to meet him twice every week and if required he’d give you medicines too. But that was just a thought yet, at least after a session you felt at ease. As per Mr. Miller you still had a long way to go because there was a history yet to be explored. With him, you felt safe, enough to be open about your life and past.
It was the venting session that helped or the safety of your therapist that you felt, but that night you had no visits from the unknown man. The entire week went by without his touch. This built a trust and confidence in you for therapy. You eagerly went to the next and the next and so forth. Till almost three weeks you were fine, but then things suddenly got worse.
Three weeks later, something bizarre happened, as you came home, you collapsed, not dizzy, not tired, just sleepy. You slept in the middle of the living room, no warning signs whatsoever. You brushed it off thinking you must be really tired, tired enough to have not realized the regular patterns of sleep. But it happen again, when you were in the store. And this time, the man returned. Just like before, but he looked malicious more so than before. He repeated his old pattern, touching you, groping you grinding his girth on your face as you cried and struggled to breathe. It left you helpless, yet again. You refused to go out, missing your session with Mr. Miller.
You were in the subway when it happen the second time. You were alone. You collapsed, and this time he got brave. As you lay paralyzed, he slowly unbuttoned your blouse, his calloused hands groped your breasts, playing with your nipples, pinching them just enough to send sparks down your body. With thumbs he caressed them before he licked on them. It felt like he was relishing you like a dessert. He began sucking on them.
“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He growled. “Can’t control myself.” He said moaned.
Wasting no time he pulled up your skirt. Spreading your legs apart, he pushed aside your panties, a quick jingle of his belt and he let out his hard girth out, letting his spit fall on your labia he rubbed his tip on your pussy making you let out a choked moan. Ensuring your busy was well prepared for him, he thrusted in, your voice choked as your body reacted his intrusion. You couldn’t scream, you could barely let your voice out.
He continued to move in and out as he moaned and cursed, taking your name in-between, “You’re so fucking good baby.”
“Made to take my cock.”
“You’re mine.” He moaned over and over.
You didn’t know when it ended, all you knew, was you woke up in your apartment. Feeling wetness between your legs.
You called Mr. Miller, asking him to give you a home visit. Your sleep paralysis was back it seemed.
Mr. Miller listened to you as he always does, this time he recommended you to get admitted in a hospital he went part time. Trusting him you did what he said.
The hospital was beautiful, it had limited patients and had a melancholic aura to it, but it meant you’d be safe from your mind.
First night was uneventful, you had your meals, your medicine, and your session and went to sleep. This continued for three days, you didn’t mind the slow mundane life of hospital. You took up few chores as well.
But the bliss lasted only for three days.
It felt like just another morning wherein you were arranging books when you saw him.
“Hi” He smiled. “I’m Dr. Joel Miller. I’ve heard you take care of our institute’s library. I’m glad someone is taking care of it, it never felt so organized and clean.” He gave a warm smile.
It felt surreal.
Dr. Joel Miller? The same man who haunted you. The man who led you where you were.
Your breath quickened. You could feel your heart running miles per hour, your limbs giving away and your strength draining. The images of him touching you, forcing himself on you flooded your memory and you collapsed.
You woke up in your room, with worried Mr. Will Miller by your side.
“How are you feeling?” he asked ever so gently.
You woke up quick and in shocked looking for signs of Dr. Joel Miller.
“He… he was… he was there...” you blabbered.
“Who was there?” Will asked worried looking at your scared and shocked form.
“The man, the man in my dreams… the man who did this to me…” “Mr. William, he was there.”
“Ms. Y/n there’s no one called as Dr. Joel Miller. The psychiatrist we have here is Dr. Santiago Gracia. And you know him well.”
“No…no…” you tried to rerun your memory. And there he stood on the entrance of your door. Dr. Joel Miller. In flesh and bones.
“Him! SEE? He’s right there!” You squealed as you saw Dr. Joel Standing by your door.
Will looked at where you pointed.
“There’s no one there Y/n.” He said concerned.
“What?” you looked at Mr. Will as if he grew a pair of extra head.
“No…no... See? He’s’ right there, he’s smiling at us. At me.” You pointedly said.
Will rang a bell Dr. Santiago come in your room.
Dr. Santiago entered as if Dr. Joel wasn’t standing near the entrance.
“Hi Y/n…” He greeted you, but you were too occupied as Dr. Joel smirked at you. He came and sat on the bed opposite to you. Your gaze followed his nonchalant movements. He scared you.
Mr., Will and Dr. Santiago shared a look
A nurse came, you didn’t notice her until she held your hands, preparing you for an injection.
“No… no… please no… Dr. Gracia, please don’t do this, Mr. Miller please no...” you begged as they injected you with medicine and left you, locking the door behind them, leaving you with Dr. Miller.
You could feel the effects of injection, you could feel your body limping and with each loss of control over your body, you could feel Dr. Joel come closer to you. It was easy for him now, you were just in a dress. He took over your limp body and just like before he had you under him, quivering. He waited long enough to be inside you. That night Joel took you again and again until...
“Leave her for us too Hermano” Dr. Santiago opened the door.
Dr. Joel pulled out, admiring your glistering pussy filled with his seed.
“You guys did well.” Joel complimented as he put on his pants.
And on the cue, William and Benjamin Miller entered.
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader; Will Miller x reader. Mention of Benjamin Miller and Santiago Gracia
Theme: Dark
Genre: Last of Us x Triple Frontier
Warnings: noncon, gaslighting, mention of mental disorder, manipulation, abuse, power play, breach of ethics, noncon touching, hallucinations, mention of sleep paralysis, mention of narcolepsy. 18+
Note: I am in no way trying to romanticize or stigmatize mental disorders. This is for fiction purposes only. The purpose of the fic is only for entertainment and should not be taken otherwise.
💊
AO3
💊
Ticking of clock and thumping of your heart were quite in sync for some time now. You must be waiting no longer than 10 mins, but it felt like an entire lifetime. You chewed on your nails as you looked around the uncluttered waiting room of Dr. William Miller, a psychotherapist you found on internet.
You were unsure about the whole therapy thing, on every third tick of the clock you wanted to leave, but you knew the most scariest thing at this very hour was not opening up to a stranger but inside your own mind.
It all began so unexpectedly; it was just an ordinary day at your little bookshop and you locked up as usual and began going home, the next thing you remembered was waking up in a hospital without a scratch. All they said was you fell unconscious and that was it. You didn’t remember much but a face, initially it was just a face, but then it began haunting you. Whenever you slept, you’d wake up, not enough to go back to sleep again, not enough to wake up either, it felt like a dream, only where you couldn’t really move. You just lay helpless. Helplessness was still manageable, but then you began felling him, the man you only knew the face of. You’d feel him sitting on top of you, he’d choke you leaving you breathless, but there were never any marks. You could feel his hands on you, touching you at places you didn’t want anyone to and you could do was lay and cry, paralyzed. You had no evidence of breaking in, no evidence on the man himself and so you tried seeking help from the law, but they needed the same thing you did, evidence. It was then Mr. Benjamin Miller, one of the officers suggested you to visit his therapist brother, Mr. William Miller.
And here you were anticipating what it was going to be now?
Lost in thoughts you didn’t hear him come out of his office, seeing off another client.
“Come in please, Ms. Y/N.” Mr. Miller called out.
You gave what resembled a smile and followed his lead as he opened door for you.
“I am William Miller. You can call me Will or whatever you feel like. I’ll be taking your sessions, each session is of 60 mins, whatever you say is going to be confidential; meaning I won’t be disclosing it to anyone, unless you have thoughts/ ideas of hurting yourself or others, in that case I’m obliged to contact authorities. Rest assured, your secrets are safe with me.” He gave a warm smile. A ray of reassurance and hope.
“So tell me, what brings you here?” he enquired.
“Whenever I sleep, I wake up, not completely… like my eyes are open, i… i… feel things, but like I’m unable to move. I… I see this man, he enters…. And… and…” your voice cracked as you gave him the details, saying it out loud made you realize how scary the entire experience was.
“And?” Mr. Miller urged you to continue, leaning forward, his gesture radiating assurance of safety.
“And…” you closed your eyes, tears rolling down, lips quivering and hands shaking as you continued. “And he touches me...” you managed to say all in one breathe.
You could hear Mr. Miller’s breath.
“I know it is difficult for you to share such a detail, I’m proud of you for telling me with such a courage, if only you’re comfortable, could you elaborate?”
You nodded and continued to tell him how man touched you, was it the warmth of your therapist or your inability to contain the feelings of helplessness and hopelessness anymore, you gave him the explicit details of your supposed abuse. You told him how you bathed longer because you could feel the wetness of his lips on your breasts. You told him how ashamed you felt waking up soaking wet after he was done licking your core, leaving you breathless and at times begging for more.
Mr. Miller heard you patiently. By the time you were done talking you were a sobbing mess. He handed you tissues and a glass of water. He comforted you and introduced you to relaxation techniques. He made sure you were feeling light before the session ended. 60 mins were up in a blink, it felt.
He asked you to meet him twice every week and if required he’d give you medicines too. But that was just a thought yet, at least after a session you felt at ease. As per Mr. Miller you still had a long way to go because there was a history yet to be explored. With him, you felt safe, enough to be open about your life and past.
It was the venting session that helped or the safety of your therapist that you felt, but that night you had no visits from the unknown man. The entire week went by without his touch. This built a trust and confidence in you for therapy. You eagerly went to the next and the next and so forth. Till almost three weeks you were fine, but then things suddenly got worse.
Three weeks later, something bizarre happened, as you came home, you collapsed, not dizzy, not tired, just sleepy. You slept in the middle of the living room, no warning signs whatsoever. You brushed it off thinking you must be really tired, tired enough to have not realized the regular patterns of sleep. But it happen again, when you were in the store. And this time, the man returned. Just like before, but he looked malicious more so than before. He repeated his old pattern, touching you, groping you grinding his girth on your face as you cried and struggled to breathe. It left you helpless, yet again. You refused to go out, missing your session with Mr. Miller.
You were in the subway when it happen the second time. You were alone. You collapsed, and this time he got brave. As you lay paralyzed, he slowly unbuttoned your blouse, his calloused hands groped your breasts, playing with your nipples, pinching them just enough to send sparks down your body. With thumbs he caressed them before he licked on them. It felt like he was relishing you like a dessert. He began sucking on them.
“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He growled. “Can’t control myself.” He said moaned.
Wasting no time he pulled up your skirt. Spreading your legs apart, he pushed aside your panties, a quick jingle of his belt and he let out his hard girth out, letting his spit fall on your labia he rubbed his tip on your pussy making you let out a choked moan. Ensuring your busy was well prepared for him, he thrusted in, your voice choked as your body reacted his intrusion. You couldn’t scream, you could barely let your voice out.
He continued to move in and out as he moaned and cursed, taking your name in-between, “You’re so fucking good baby.”
“Made to take my cock.”
“You’re mine.” He moaned over and over.
You didn’t know when it ended, all you knew, was you woke up in your apartment. Feeling wetness between your legs.
You called Mr. Miller, asking him to give you a home visit. Your sleep paralysis was back it seemed.
Mr. Miller listened to you as he always does, this time he recommended you to get admitted in a hospital he went part time. Trusting him you did what he said.
The hospital was beautiful, it had limited patients and had a melancholic aura to it, but it meant you’d be safe from your mind.
First night was uneventful, you had your meals, your medicine, and your session and went to sleep. This continued for three days, you didn’t mind the slow mundane life of hospital. You took up few chores as well.
But the bliss lasted only for three days.
It felt like just another morning wherein you were arranging books when you saw him.
“Hi” He smiled. “I’m Dr. Joel Miller. I’ve heard you take care of our institute’s library. I’m glad someone is taking care of it, it never felt so organized and clean.” He gave a warm smile.
It felt surreal.
Dr. Joel Miller? The same man who haunted you. The man who led you where you were.
Your breath quickened. You could feel your heart running miles per hour, your limbs giving away and your strength draining. The images of him touching you, forcing himself on you flooded your memory and you collapsed.
You woke up in your room, with worried Mr. Will Miller by your side.
“How are you feeling?” he asked ever so gently.
You woke up quick and in shocked looking for signs of Dr. Joel Miller.
“He… he was… he was there...” you blabbered.
“Who was there?” Will asked worried looking at your scared and shocked form.
“The man, the man in my dreams… the man who did this to me…” “Mr. William, he was there.”
“Ms. Y/n there’s no one called as Dr. Joel Miller. The psychiatrist we have here is Dr. Santiago Gracia. And you know him well.”
“No…no…” you tried to rerun your memory. And there he stood on the entrance of your door. Dr. Joel Miller. In flesh and bones.
“Him! SEE? He’s right there!” You squealed as you saw Dr. Joel Standing by your door.
Will looked at where you pointed.
“There’s no one there Y/n.” He said concerned.
“What?” you looked at Mr. Will as if he grew a pair of extra head.
“No…no... See? He’s’ right there, he’s smiling at us. At me.” You pointedly said.
Will rang a bell Dr. Santiago come in your room.
Dr. Santiago entered as if Dr. Joel wasn’t standing near the entrance.
“Hi Y/n…” He greeted you, but you were too occupied as Dr. Joel smirked at you. He came and sat on the bed opposite to you. Your gaze followed his nonchalant movements. He scared you.
Mr., Will and Dr. Santiago shared a look
A nurse came, you didn’t notice her until she held your hands, preparing you for an injection.
“No… no… please no… Dr. Gracia, please don’t do this, Mr. Miller please no...” you begged as they injected you with medicine and left you, locking the door behind them, leaving you with Dr. Miller.
You could feel the effects of injection, you could feel your body limping and with each loss of control over your body, you could feel Dr. Joel come closer to you. It was easy for him now, you were just in a dress. He took over your limp body and just like before he had you under him, quivering. He waited long enough to be inside you. That night Joel took you again and again until...
“Leave her for us too Hermano” Dr. Santiago opened the door.
Dr. Joel pulled out, admiring your glistering pussy filled with his seed.
“You guys did well.” Joel complimented as he put on his pants.
And on the cue, William and Benjamin Miller entered.
Note: I am in no way trying to romanticize or stigmatize mental disorders. I am to use the themes and convey what each disorder actually does to a person. I'm in no way trying to stereotype people with mental illnesses. I've kept the theme dark as the topic in itself is triggering to many people. It may contain themes of abuse, bullying, parenting style, etc. Some fics may contain noncon. Every fic will have warnings accordingly.
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader; Will Miller x reader. Mention of Benjamin Miller and Santiago Gracia
Theme: Dark
Genre: Last of Us x Triple Frontier
Warnings: noncon, gaslighting, mention of mental disorder, manipulation, abuse, power play, breach of ethics, noncon touching, hallucinations, mention of sleep paralysis, mention of narcolepsy. 18+
Note: I am in no way trying to romanticize or stigmatize mental disorders. This is for fiction purposes only. The purpose of the fic is only for entertainment and should not be taken otherwise.
💊
AO3
💊
Ticking of clock and thumping of your heart were quite in sync for some time now. You must be waiting no longer than 10 mins, but it felt like an entire lifetime. You chewed on your nails as you looked around the uncluttered waiting room of Dr. William Miller, a psychotherapist you found on internet.
You were unsure about the whole therapy thing, on every third tick of the clock you wanted to leave, but you knew the most scariest thing at this very hour was not opening up to a stranger but inside your own mind.
It all began so unexpectedly; it was just an ordinary day at your little bookshop and you locked up as usual and began going home, the next thing you remembered was waking up in a hospital without a scratch. All they said was you fell unconscious and that was it. You didn’t remember much but a face, initially it was just a face, but then it began haunting you. Whenever you slept, you’d wake up, not enough to go back to sleep again, not enough to wake up either, it felt like a dream, only where you couldn’t really move. You just lay helpless. Helplessness was still manageable, but then you began felling him, the man you only knew the face of. You’d feel him sitting on top of you, he’d choke you leaving you breathless, but there were never any marks. You could feel his hands on you, touching you at places you didn’t want anyone to and you could do was lay and cry, paralyzed. You had no evidence of breaking in, no evidence on the man himself and so you tried seeking help from the law, but they needed the same thing you did, evidence. It was then Mr. Benjamin Miller, one of the officers suggested you to visit his therapist brother, Mr. William Miller.
And here you were anticipating what it was going to be now?
Lost in thoughts you didn’t hear him come out of his office, seeing off another client.
“Come in please, Ms. Y/N.” Mr. Miller called out.
You gave what resembled a smile and followed his lead as he opened door for you.
“I am William Miller. You can call me Will or whatever you feel like. I’ll be taking your sessions, each session is of 60 mins, whatever you say is going to be confidential; meaning I won’t be disclosing it to anyone, unless you have thoughts/ ideas of hurting yourself or others, in that case I’m obliged to contact authorities. Rest assured, your secrets are safe with me.” He gave a warm smile. A ray of reassurance and hope.
“So tell me, what brings you here?” he enquired.
“Whenever I sleep, I wake up, not completely… like my eyes are open, i… i… feel things, but like I’m unable to move. I… I see this man, he enters…. And… and…” your voice cracked as you gave him the details, saying it out loud made you realize how scary the entire experience was.
“And?” Mr. Miller urged you to continue, leaning forward, his gesture radiating assurance of safety.
“And…” you closed your eyes, tears rolling down, lips quivering and hands shaking as you continued. “And he touches me...” you managed to say all in one breathe.
You could hear Mr. Miller’s breath.
“I know it is difficult for you to share such a detail, I’m proud of you for telling me with such a courage, if only you’re comfortable, could you elaborate?”
You nodded and continued to tell him how man touched you, was it the warmth of your therapist or your inability to contain the feelings of helplessness and hopelessness anymore, you gave him the explicit details of your supposed abuse. You told him how you bathed longer because you could feel the wetness of his lips on your breasts. You told him how ashamed you felt waking up soaking wet after he was done licking your core, leaving you breathless and at times begging for more.
Mr. Miller heard you patiently. By the time you were done talking you were a sobbing mess. He handed you tissues and a glass of water. He comforted you and introduced you to relaxation techniques. He made sure you were feeling light before the session ended. 60 mins were up in a blink, it felt.
He asked you to meet him twice every week and if required he’d give you medicines too. But that was just a thought yet, at least after a session you felt at ease. As per Mr. Miller you still had a long way to go because there was a history yet to be explored. With him, you felt safe, enough to be open about your life and past.
It was the venting session that helped or the safety of your therapist that you felt, but that night you had no visits from the unknown man. The entire week went by without his touch. This built a trust and confidence in you for therapy. You eagerly went to the next and the next and so forth. Till almost three weeks you were fine, but then things suddenly got worse.
Three weeks later, something bizarre happened, as you came home, you collapsed, not dizzy, not tired, just sleepy. You slept in the middle of the living room, no warning signs whatsoever. You brushed it off thinking you must be really tired, tired enough to have not realized the regular patterns of sleep. But it happen again, when you were in the store. And this time, the man returned. Just like before, but he looked malicious more so than before. He repeated his old pattern, touching you, groping you grinding his girth on your face as you cried and struggled to breathe. It left you helpless, yet again. You refused to go out, missing your session with Mr. Miller.
You were in the subway when it happen the second time. You were alone. You collapsed, and this time he got brave. As you lay paralyzed, he slowly unbuttoned your blouse, his calloused hands groped your breasts, playing with your nipples, pinching them just enough to send sparks down your body. With thumbs he caressed them before he licked on them. It felt like he was relishing you like a dessert. He began sucking on them.
“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He growled. “Can’t control myself.” He said moaned.
Wasting no time he pulled up your skirt. Spreading your legs apart, he pushed aside your panties, a quick jingle of his belt and he let out his hard girth out, letting his spit fall on your labia he rubbed his tip on your pussy making you let out a choked moan. Ensuring your busy was well prepared for him, he thrusted in, your voice choked as your body reacted his intrusion. You couldn’t scream, you could barely let your voice out.
He continued to move in and out as he moaned and cursed, taking your name in-between, “You’re so fucking good baby.”
“Made to take my cock.”
“You’re mine.” He moaned over and over.
You didn’t know when it ended, all you knew, was you woke up in your apartment. Feeling wetness between your legs.
You called Mr. Miller, asking him to give you a home visit. Your sleep paralysis was back it seemed.
Mr. Miller listened to you as he always does, this time he recommended you to get admitted in a hospital he went part time. Trusting him you did what he said.
The hospital was beautiful, it had limited patients and had a melancholic aura to it, but it meant you’d be safe from your mind.
First night was uneventful, you had your meals, your medicine, and your session and went to sleep. This continued for three days, you didn’t mind the slow mundane life of hospital. You took up few chores as well.
But the bliss lasted only for three days.
It felt like just another morning wherein you were arranging books when you saw him.
“Hi” He smiled. “I’m Dr. Joel Miller. I’ve heard you take care of our institute’s library. I’m glad someone is taking care of it, it never felt so organized and clean.” He gave a warm smile.
It felt surreal.
Dr. Joel Miller? The same man who haunted you. The man who led you where you were.
Your breath quickened. You could feel your heart running miles per hour, your limbs giving away and your strength draining. The images of him touching you, forcing himself on you flooded your memory and you collapsed.
You woke up in your room, with worried Mr. Will Miller by your side.
“How are you feeling?” he asked ever so gently.
You woke up quick and in shocked looking for signs of Dr. Joel Miller.
“He… he was… he was there...” you blabbered.
“Who was there?” Will asked worried looking at your scared and shocked form.
“The man, the man in my dreams… the man who did this to me…” “Mr. William, he was there.”
“Ms. Y/n there’s no one called as Dr. Joel Miller. The psychiatrist we have here is Dr. Santiago Gracia. And you know him well.”
“No…no…” you tried to rerun your memory. And there he stood on the entrance of your door. Dr. Joel Miller. In flesh and bones.
“Him! SEE? He’s right there!” You squealed as you saw Dr. Joel Standing by your door.
Will looked at where you pointed.
“There’s no one there Y/n.” He said concerned.
“What?” you looked at Mr. Will as if he grew a pair of extra head.
“No…no... See? He’s’ right there, he’s smiling at us. At me.” You pointedly said.
Will rang a bell Dr. Santiago come in your room.
Dr. Santiago entered as if Dr. Joel wasn’t standing near the entrance.
“Hi Y/n…” He greeted you, but you were too occupied as Dr. Joel smirked at you. He came and sat on the bed opposite to you. Your gaze followed his nonchalant movements. He scared you.
Mr., Will and Dr. Santiago shared a look
A nurse came, you didn’t notice her until she held your hands, preparing you for an injection.
“No… no… please no… Dr. Gracia, please don’t do this, Mr. Miller please no...” you begged as they injected you with medicine and left you, locking the door behind them, leaving you with Dr. Miller.
You could feel the effects of injection, you could feel your body limping and with each loss of control over your body, you could feel Dr. Joel come closer to you. It was easy for him now, you were just in a dress. He took over your limp body and just like before he had you under him, quivering. He waited long enough to be inside you. That night Joel took you again and again until...
“Leave her for us too Hermano” Dr. Santiago opened the door.
Dr. Joel pulled out, admiring your glistering pussy filled with his seed.
“You guys did well.” Joel complimented as he put on his pants.
And on the cue, William and Benjamin Miller entered.
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader; Will Miller x reader. Mention of Benjamin Miller and Santiago Gracia
Theme: Dark
Genre: Last of Us x Triple Frontier
Warnings: noncon, gaslighting, mention of mental disorder, manipulation, abuse, power play, breach of ethics, noncon touching, hallucinations, mention of sleep paralysis, mention of narcolepsy. 18+
Note: I am in no way trying to romanticize or stigmatize mental disorders. This is for fiction purposes only. The purpose of the fic is only for entertainment and should not be taken otherwise.
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Ticking of clock and thumping of your heart were quite in sync for some time now. You must be waiting no longer than 10 mins, but it felt like an entire lifetime. You chewed on your nails as you looked around the uncluttered waiting room of Dr. William Miller, a psychotherapist you found on internet.
You were unsure about the whole therapy thing, on every third tick of the clock you wanted to leave, but you knew the most scariest thing at this very hour was not opening up to a stranger but inside your own mind.
It all began so unexpectedly; it was just an ordinary day at your little bookshop and you locked up as usual and began going home, the next thing you remembered was waking up in a hospital without a scratch. All they said was you fell unconscious and that was it. You didn’t remember much but a face, initially it was just a face, but then it began haunting you. Whenever you slept, you’d wake up, not enough to go back to sleep again, not enough to wake up either, it felt like a dream, only where you couldn’t really move. You just lay helpless. Helplessness was still manageable, but then you began felling him, the man you only knew the face of. You’d feel him sitting on top of you, he’d choke you leaving you breathless, but there were never any marks. You could feel his hands on you, touching you at places you didn’t want anyone to and you could do was lay and cry, paralyzed. You had no evidence of breaking in, no evidence on the man himself and so you tried seeking help from the law, but they needed the same thing you did, evidence. It was then Mr. Benjamin Miller, one of the officers suggested you to visit his therapist brother, Mr. William Miller.
And here you were anticipating what it was going to be now?
Lost in thoughts you didn’t hear him come out of his office, seeing off another client.
“Come in please, Ms. Y/N.” Mr. Miller called out.
You gave what resembled a smile and followed his lead as he opened door for you.
“I am William Miller. You can call me Will or whatever you feel like. I’ll be taking your sessions, each session is of 60 mins, whatever you say is going to be confidential; meaning I won’t be disclosing it to anyone, unless you have thoughts/ ideas of hurting yourself or others, in that case I’m obliged to contact authorities. Rest assured, your secrets are safe with me.” He gave a warm smile. A ray of reassurance and hope.
“So tell me, what brings you here?” he enquired.
“Whenever I sleep, I wake up, not completely… like my eyes are open, i… i… feel things, but like I’m unable to move. I… I see this man, he enters…. And… and…” your voice cracked as you gave him the details, saying it out loud made you realize how scary the entire experience was.
“And?” Mr. Miller urged you to continue, leaning forward, his gesture radiating assurance of safety.
“And…” you closed your eyes, tears rolling down, lips quivering and hands shaking as you continued. “And he touches me...” you managed to say all in one breathe.
You could hear Mr. Miller’s breath.
“I know it is difficult for you to share such a detail, I’m proud of you for telling me with such a courage, if only you’re comfortable, could you elaborate?”
You nodded and continued to tell him how man touched you, was it the warmth of your therapist or your inability to contain the feelings of helplessness and hopelessness anymore, you gave him the explicit details of your supposed abuse. You told him how you bathed longer because you could feel the wetness of his lips on your breasts. You told him how ashamed you felt waking up soaking wet after he was done licking your core, leaving you breathless and at times begging for more.
Mr. Miller heard you patiently. By the time you were done talking you were a sobbing mess. He handed you tissues and a glass of water. He comforted you and introduced you to relaxation techniques. He made sure you were feeling light before the session ended. 60 mins were up in a blink, it felt.
He asked you to meet him twice every week and if required he’d give you medicines too. But that was just a thought yet, at least after a session you felt at ease. As per Mr. Miller you still had a long way to go because there was a history yet to be explored. With him, you felt safe, enough to be open about your life and past.
It was the venting session that helped or the safety of your therapist that you felt, but that night you had no visits from the unknown man. The entire week went by without his touch. This built a trust and confidence in you for therapy. You eagerly went to the next and the next and so forth. Till almost three weeks you were fine, but then things suddenly got worse.
Three weeks later, something bizarre happened, as you came home, you collapsed, not dizzy, not tired, just sleepy. You slept in the middle of the living room, no warning signs whatsoever. You brushed it off thinking you must be really tired, tired enough to have not realized the regular patterns of sleep. But it happen again, when you were in the store. And this time, the man returned. Just like before, but he looked malicious more so than before. He repeated his old pattern, touching you, groping you grinding his girth on your face as you cried and struggled to breathe. It left you helpless, yet again. You refused to go out, missing your session with Mr. Miller.
You were in the subway when it happen the second time. You were alone. You collapsed, and this time he got brave. As you lay paralyzed, he slowly unbuttoned your blouse, his calloused hands groped your breasts, playing with your nipples, pinching them just enough to send sparks down your body. With thumbs he caressed them before he licked on them. It felt like he was relishing you like a dessert. He began sucking on them.
“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He growled. “Can’t control myself.” He said moaned.
Wasting no time he pulled up your skirt. Spreading your legs apart, he pushed aside your panties, a quick jingle of his belt and he let out his hard girth out, letting his spit fall on your labia he rubbed his tip on your pussy making you let out a choked moan. Ensuring your busy was well prepared for him, he thrusted in, your voice choked as your body reacted his intrusion. You couldn’t scream, you could barely let your voice out.
He continued to move in and out as he moaned and cursed, taking your name in-between, “You’re so fucking good baby.”
“Made to take my cock.”
“You’re mine.” He moaned over and over.
You didn’t know when it ended, all you knew, was you woke up in your apartment. Feeling wetness between your legs.
You called Mr. Miller, asking him to give you a home visit. Your sleep paralysis was back it seemed.
Mr. Miller listened to you as he always does, this time he recommended you to get admitted in a hospital he went part time. Trusting him you did what he said.
The hospital was beautiful, it had limited patients and had a melancholic aura to it, but it meant you’d be safe from your mind.
First night was uneventful, you had your meals, your medicine, and your session and went to sleep. This continued for three days, you didn’t mind the slow mundane life of hospital. You took up few chores as well.
But the bliss lasted only for three days.
It felt like just another morning wherein you were arranging books when you saw him.
“Hi” He smiled. “I’m Dr. Joel Miller. I’ve heard you take care of our institute’s library. I’m glad someone is taking care of it, it never felt so organized and clean.” He gave a warm smile.
It felt surreal.
Dr. Joel Miller? The same man who haunted you. The man who led you where you were.
Your breath quickened. You could feel your heart running miles per hour, your limbs giving away and your strength draining. The images of him touching you, forcing himself on you flooded your memory and you collapsed.
You woke up in your room, with worried Mr. Will Miller by your side.
“How are you feeling?” he asked ever so gently.
You woke up quick and in shocked looking for signs of Dr. Joel Miller.
“He… he was… he was there...” you blabbered.
“Who was there?” Will asked worried looking at your scared and shocked form.
“The man, the man in my dreams… the man who did this to me…” “Mr. William, he was there.”
“Ms. Y/n there’s no one called as Dr. Joel Miller. The psychiatrist we have here is Dr. Santiago Gracia. And you know him well.”
“No…no…” you tried to rerun your memory. And there he stood on the entrance of your door. Dr. Joel Miller. In flesh and bones.
“Him! SEE? He’s right there!” You squealed as you saw Dr. Joel Standing by your door.
Will looked at where you pointed.
“There’s no one there Y/n.” He said concerned.
“What?” you looked at Mr. Will as if he grew a pair of extra head.
“No…no... See? He’s’ right there, he’s smiling at us. At me.” You pointedly said.
Will rang a bell Dr. Santiago come in your room.
Dr. Santiago entered as if Dr. Joel wasn’t standing near the entrance.
“Hi Y/n…” He greeted you, but you were too occupied as Dr. Joel smirked at you. He came and sat on the bed opposite to you. Your gaze followed his nonchalant movements. He scared you.
Mr., Will and Dr. Santiago shared a look
A nurse came, you didn’t notice her until she held your hands, preparing you for an injection.
“No… no… please no… Dr. Gracia, please don’t do this, Mr. Miller please no...” you begged as they injected you with medicine and left you, locking the door behind them, leaving you with Dr. Miller.
You could feel the effects of injection, you could feel your body limping and with each loss of control over your body, you could feel Dr. Joel come closer to you. It was easy for him now, you were just in a dress. He took over your limp body and just like before he had you under him, quivering. He waited long enough to be inside you. That night Joel took you again and again until...
“Leave her for us too Hermano” Dr. Santiago opened the door.
Dr. Joel pulled out, admiring your glistering pussy filled with his seed.
“You guys did well.” Joel complimented as he put on his pants.
And on the cue, William and Benjamin Miller entered.
Note: I am in no way trying to romanticize or stigmatize mental disorders. I am to use the themes and convey what each disorder actually does to a person. I'm in no way trying to stereotype people with mental illnesses. I've kept the theme dark as the topic in itself is triggering to many people. It may contain themes of abuse, bullying, parenting style, etc. Some fics may contain noncon. Every fic will have warnings accordingly.
Warnings: noncon, angst, physical abuse, sexual abuse, rough sex, violence, mention of death and blood Trigger Warning 18+
Note: I've written after a long time hope you enjoy
AO3
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You knew Hughie Campbell to be a sweet neighbor, who had a girlfriend and a decent job. He was the sweetest person you knew, someone who restored your faith in humanity. You’ve had the couple over at your place pot lucks and what not. You weren’t best friends but you sure hung out time to time.
Eventually that stopped after his girlfriend was killed by A Train. It impacted you more than you thought. At first you saw Hughie a few times, you tried talking to him, but the conversations were short and eventually they stopped altogether. Mainly because Hughie stopped coming over. You saw him hanging out with another older guy once or twice. But that was the last you had seen him. It felt like old Hughie was fading.
And he did, at least from your memories. You got busy with life, you weren’t fan of soupes either and after the A Train incident, you preferred to be invisible. You managed well, until the faded memories came back.
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Hughie joined what they called “The Boys”. He was high on vengeance but didn’t know how to release it. He cut ties with his old self he thought, but then seeing you brought it back. He was reminded of a sweet person who cooked them delicious meals.
At a point Hughie stopped grieving, all that was left was hatred and powerlessness. Hatred towards soupes and powerlessness of his entire being. He sure found Annie, but the Starlight in her reminded him of his powerlessness. The lines of grief and self-loath blurred and he began questioning everything. He tried looking up to Butcher but he was more man than Hughie could be. So when the chance presented itself, he didn’t hesitate to drink the juice Vought made. It made home powerful, but it was temporary and the aftereffects weakened him even more. And he was done being weak. Eventually he and Annie fell apart. The serum had temporary soupe powers but sure it changed Hughie permanently.
Hughie tracked you down, the invisible ray of sunshine he craved in the moment. You were untouched by the cruelty of the world. You were you, a simple person with no powers comfortable in her own skin.
You were changed since he last saw you. It felt like life had its way with you leaving you tired and dull. When you saw him, smile hugged your face and was so natural. You hugged him instinctively, you missed him, and you missed a familiar face in crowd full of strangers.
Hugging you woke something in Hughie, a primal urge to make you his. A need to protect you from the world. World that took away his love of life and made him feel like a failure. His hands roamed around your body like an addict consuming alcohol.
It made you feel uncomfortable, sure you missed him, sure it felt like home in his arms but you could sense something was off. You fought his grip and maintained a distance, your smile now forced trying to cover the beating heart.
“I’ve missed you”. He rasped.
“I’ve miss you too” you forced a smile.
His hands found your face caressing it gently rubbing your cheeks as if you would vanish in thin air if he doesn’t hold you close.
You had never seen Hughie this handsy. “Are you okay?” you asked gently.
Hughie let out a grief sickened laugh. “No……no”. He hugged you again tighter this time. “Now I will be.” He whispered in your hair.
Everything went dark then.
You opened your eyes to find yourself lying in bed. With blurry eyes and pinching headache, nothing around seemed familiar. Your heart began a marathon you tried moving only to find your leg was bound to the bed with chain. You tried taking it off to no avail. The rattling brought back Hughie. He smiled like it was a normal thing to happen. He attempted to kiss your forehead but you flinched in fear. He was shocked and hurt with your reaction like it wasn’t expected.
“Why, why are you scare? I’m just trying to show my affection.” Hughie questioned.
“What is wrong with you? What happened to you? What is this? This isn’t you, you’ve changed.” You rambled, your thoughts running faster than your words could catch up. You were scared, worried and what not. This wasn’t the Hughie you remembered nor was this a situation you ever thought you’d be in either.
“You’ve changed.” The words echoed in Hughie’s mind. It triggered something feral in him. Something monstrous.
He slapped the life out of you. Drawing blood leaving it to sting.
“I’m done losing everything. I’m done being weak. You’re going to mine and you’re going to love it and appreciate it. You hear me? You grabbed your hair hurting you more.
You sobbed quietly, too scared to answer.
Hughie pushed you down and climbed on top of you. With a single stroke he managed to tear your shirt while you lay paralyzed in fear. Pulling down your bra he sucked on your breasts. Aggressively kneading them and feeling them making you whimper in pain. Soon enough your pants were pulled down.
“Please stop.” You begged through your tears. The clicking of his belt sending shiver down your spine draining any adrenaline left in you.
Spreading your legs Hughie thrusted inside of you making you yelp in pain.
Hughie sighed in content. You responded like a human. Your warmth felt human. He kissed your forcefully as he continued to slowly thrust in and out of you.
Your tears painted his face but he didn’t care. He kept going till your body finally accepted him and began lubricating itself. He moaned and enjoyed every clench of our pussy.
While Hughie was lost in pleasure you looked away fixating your gaze in the dark nothingness familiarizing yourself with what your life was going to become.
Warnings: noncon, angst, physical abuse, sexual abuse, rough sex, violence, mention of death and blood Trigger Warning 18+
Note: I've written after a long time hope you enjoy
AO3
🖤
You knew Hughie Campbell to be a sweet neighbor, who had a girlfriend and a decent job. He was the sweetest person you knew, someone who restored your faith in humanity. You’ve had the couple over at your place pot lucks and what not. You weren’t best friends but you sure hung out time to time.
Eventually that stopped after his girlfriend was killed by A Train. It impacted you more than you thought. At first you saw Hughie a few times, you tried talking to him, but the conversations were short and eventually they stopped altogether. Mainly because Hughie stopped coming over. You saw him hanging out with another older guy once or twice. But that was the last you had seen him. It felt like old Hughie was fading.
And he did, at least from your memories. You got busy with life, you weren’t fan of soupes either and after the A Train incident, you preferred to be invisible. You managed well, until the faded memories came back.
🖤
Hughie joined what they called “The Boys”. He was high on vengeance but didn’t know how to release it. He cut ties with his old self he thought, but then seeing you brought it back. He was reminded of a sweet person who cooked them delicious meals.
At a point Hughie stopped grieving, all that was left was hatred and powerlessness. Hatred towards soupes and powerlessness of his entire being. He sure found Annie, but the Starlight in her reminded him of his powerlessness. The lines of grief and self-loath blurred and he began questioning everything. He tried looking up to Butcher but he was more man than Hughie could be. So when the chance presented itself, he didn’t hesitate to drink the juice Vought made. It made home powerful, but it was temporary and the aftereffects weakened him even more. And he was done being weak. Eventually he and Annie fell apart. The serum had temporary soupe powers but sure it changed Hughie permanently.
Hughie tracked you down, the invisible ray of sunshine he craved in the moment. You were untouched by the cruelty of the world. You were you, a simple person with no powers comfortable in her own skin.
You were changed since he last saw you. It felt like life had its way with you leaving you tired and dull. When you saw him, smile hugged your face and was so natural. You hugged him instinctively, you missed him, and you missed a familiar face in crowd full of strangers.
Hugging you woke something in Hughie, a primal urge to make you his. A need to protect you from the world. World that took away his love of life and made him feel like a failure. His hands roamed around your body like an addict consuming alcohol.
It made you feel uncomfortable, sure you missed him, sure it felt like home in his arms but you could sense something was off. You fought his grip and maintained a distance, your smile now forced trying to cover the beating heart.
“I’ve missed you”. He rasped.
“I’ve miss you too” you forced a smile.
His hands found your face caressing it gently rubbing your cheeks as if you would vanish in thin air if he doesn’t hold you close.
You had never seen Hughie this handsy. “Are you okay?” you asked gently.
Hughie let out a grief sickened laugh. “No……no”. He hugged you again tighter this time. “Now I will be.” He whispered in your hair.
Everything went dark then.
You opened your eyes to find yourself lying in bed. With blurry eyes and pinching headache, nothing around seemed familiar. Your heart began a marathon you tried moving only to find your leg was bound to the bed with chain. You tried taking it off to no avail. The rattling brought back Hughie. He smiled like it was a normal thing to happen. He attempted to kiss your forehead but you flinched in fear. He was shocked and hurt with your reaction like it wasn’t expected.
“Why, why are you scare? I’m just trying to show my affection.” Hughie questioned.
“What is wrong with you? What happened to you? What is this? This isn’t you, you’ve changed.” You rambled, your thoughts running faster than your words could catch up. You were scared, worried and what not. This wasn’t the Hughie you remembered nor was this a situation you ever thought you’d be in either.
“You’ve changed.” The words echoed in Hughie’s mind. It triggered something feral in him. Something monstrous.
He slapped the life out of you. Drawing blood leaving it to sting.
“I’m done losing everything. I’m done being weak. You’re going to mine and you’re going to love it and appreciate it. You hear me? You grabbed your hair hurting you more.
You sobbed quietly, too scared to answer.
Hughie pushed you down and climbed on top of you. With a single stroke he managed to tear your shirt while you lay paralyzed in fear. Pulling down your bra he sucked on your breasts. Aggressively kneading them and feeling them making you whimper in pain. Soon enough your pants were pulled down.
“Please stop.” You begged through your tears. The clicking of his belt sending shiver down your spine draining any adrenaline left in you.
Spreading your legs Hughie thrusted inside of you making you yelp in pain.
Hughie sighed in content. You responded like a human. Your warmth felt human. He kissed your forcefully as he continued to slowly thrust in and out of you.
Your tears painted his face but he didn’t care. He kept going till your body finally accepted him and began lubricating itself. He moaned and enjoyed every clench of our pussy.
While Hughie was lost in pleasure you looked away fixating your gaze in the dark nothingness familiarizing yourself with what your life was going to become.
Warnings: noncon, angst, physical abuse, sexual abuse, rough sex, violence, mention of death and blood Trigger Warning 18+
Note: I've written after a long time hope you enjoy
AO3
🖤
You knew Hughie Campbell to be a sweet neighbor, who had a girlfriend and a decent job. He was the sweetest person you knew, someone who restored your faith in humanity. You’ve had the couple over at your place pot lucks and what not. You weren’t best friends but you sure hung out time to time.
Eventually that stopped after his girlfriend was killed by A Train. It impacted you more than you thought. At first you saw Hughie a few times, you tried talking to him, but the conversations were short and eventually they stopped altogether. Mainly because Hughie stopped coming over. You saw him hanging out with another older guy once or twice. But that was the last you had seen him. It felt like old Hughie was fading.
And he did, at least from your memories. You got busy with life, you weren’t fan of soupes either and after the A Train incident, you preferred to be invisible. You managed well, until the faded memories came back.
🖤
Hughie joined what they called “The Boys”. He was high on vengeance but didn’t know how to release it. He cut ties with his old self he thought, but then seeing you brought it back. He was reminded of a sweet person who cooked them delicious meals.
At a point Hughie stopped grieving, all that was left was hatred and powerlessness. Hatred towards soupes and powerlessness of his entire being. He sure found Annie, but the Starlight in her reminded him of his powerlessness. The lines of grief and self-loath blurred and he began questioning everything. He tried looking up to Butcher but he was more man than Hughie could be. So when the chance presented itself, he didn’t hesitate to drink the juice Vought made. It made home powerful, but it was temporary and the aftereffects weakened him even more. And he was done being weak. Eventually he and Annie fell apart. The serum had temporary soupe powers but sure it changed Hughie permanently.
Hughie tracked you down, the invisible ray of sunshine he craved in the moment. You were untouched by the cruelty of the world. You were you, a simple person with no powers comfortable in her own skin.
You were changed since he last saw you. It felt like life had its way with you leaving you tired and dull. When you saw him, smile hugged your face and was so natural. You hugged him instinctively, you missed him, and you missed a familiar face in crowd full of strangers.
Hugging you woke something in Hughie, a primal urge to make you his. A need to protect you from the world. World that took away his love of life and made him feel like a failure. His hands roamed around your body like an addict consuming alcohol.
It made you feel uncomfortable, sure you missed him, sure it felt like home in his arms but you could sense something was off. You fought his grip and maintained a distance, your smile now forced trying to cover the beating heart.
“I’ve missed you”. He rasped.
“I’ve miss you too” you forced a smile.
His hands found your face caressing it gently rubbing your cheeks as if you would vanish in thin air if he doesn’t hold you close.
You had never seen Hughie this handsy. “Are you okay?” you asked gently.
Hughie let out a grief sickened laugh. “No……no”. He hugged you again tighter this time. “Now I will be.” He whispered in your hair.
Everything went dark then.
You opened your eyes to find yourself lying in bed. With blurry eyes and pinching headache, nothing around seemed familiar. Your heart began a marathon you tried moving only to find your leg was bound to the bed with chain. You tried taking it off to no avail. The rattling brought back Hughie. He smiled like it was a normal thing to happen. He attempted to kiss your forehead but you flinched in fear. He was shocked and hurt with your reaction like it wasn’t expected.
“Why, why are you scare? I’m just trying to show my affection.” Hughie questioned.
“What is wrong with you? What happened to you? What is this? This isn’t you, you’ve changed.” You rambled, your thoughts running faster than your words could catch up. You were scared, worried and what not. This wasn’t the Hughie you remembered nor was this a situation you ever thought you’d be in either.
“You’ve changed.” The words echoed in Hughie’s mind. It triggered something feral in him. Something monstrous.
He slapped the life out of you. Drawing blood leaving it to sting.
“I’m done losing everything. I’m done being weak. You’re going to mine and you’re going to love it and appreciate it. You hear me? You grabbed your hair hurting you more.
You sobbed quietly, too scared to answer.
Hughie pushed you down and climbed on top of you. With a single stroke he managed to tear your shirt while you lay paralyzed in fear. Pulling down your bra he sucked on your breasts. Aggressively kneading them and feeling them making you whimper in pain. Soon enough your pants were pulled down.
“Please stop.” You begged through your tears. The clicking of his belt sending shiver down your spine draining any adrenaline left in you.
Spreading your legs Hughie thrusted inside of you making you yelp in pain.
Hughie sighed in content. You responded like a human. Your warmth felt human. He kissed your forcefully as he continued to slowly thrust in and out of you.
Your tears painted his face but he didn’t care. He kept going till your body finally accepted him and began lubricating itself. He moaned and enjoyed every clench of our pussy.
While Hughie was lost in pleasure you looked away fixating your gaze in the dark nothingness familiarizing yourself with what your life was going to become.
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