Forcing her to drink until she’s a drunk pathetic mess and force myself on her, fooling around in her pants while she weakly tries to push me off and beg me to stop has to be one of my biggest fantasies.
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Forcing her to drink until she’s a drunk pathetic mess and force myself on her, fooling around in her pants while she weakly tries to push me off and beg me to stop has to be one of my biggest fantasies.
Cw: kidnapping, drugging, noncon, manipulation, insane! könig
You wake up in a dark room and to a pounding headache. You can feel your pulse beating in the back of your eyes and your temples, everything hurts, your eyes are groggy and you can’t really remember the last thing that happened.
You try to lift your hands to rub away the headache and the pain in your head, only to find resistance, besides the weakness you feel over your whole body. You try lifting your arms a few more times and when your hearing finally kicks in and your ears stop ringing, you finally listen to the click click of… chains? Why aren’t your hands chained down?
You try to lift your head to look down at yourself but apparently there are some ties holding your head down too. There’s some sort of leather strap over your forehead and it’s tight enough you can’t even turn your head to the side.
Okay, now you’re panicking. Breaths quickening, eyes darting around as much as they can, hands desperately trying to free themselves from the chains. You hear crying distantly, and it makes you even more nervous, only for your brain to catch up and realize that it’s you.
A loud sob escaped your mouth, and you prepare to scream, but then there’s a soft hum close by and you still immediately, all muscles tensing, preparing for your fight or flight instinct. Although… you can’t really do either of those, considering your condition.
A hooded figure appears in your periphery and you whimper at how fucking creepy he looks, the dark hood hiding his whole face, two holes that you think are at the height of his eyes? But there’s not enough light to actually see, so you’re left there, breathing harshly and so fucking scared for yourself.
The figure coos, a soft noise meant for scared animals, and lifts a hand towards your cheek. You whimper as his cold hand touches your skin, scared he might hurt you, but he… he fixes a strand of your hair close to your ear and you try to slow down your breathing.
“Finally woke up, ja?” he has a strong accent and his voice is definitely- higher than you would’ve expected from someone so big. He doesn’t sound angry, so there’s something.
You try to speak, ask who he is, where you are, why are you tied up- but all that comes out is a rough noise, it hurts your throat to speak and you wince, whimpering as your bottom lip wobbles, ready to cry again.
“Oh I know, you’re so thirsty aren’t you? That’s okay.” he steps away and you’re ready to panic again, what is he going to do? Is he getting some knives or weapons? Fuck, what are you going to do-! But then he comes back with… what seems to be a cup of water and a straw?
“Asking so nicely for wasser, already so suße.” you don’t understand all of the words but you can try to guess what they mean. He brings the cup closer to your mouth and helps you grab the straw with your lips. You take a tentative sip and when nothing really happens besides your throat feeling soothed by the just slightly chilly water, you drink it down so quickly you end up choking on some of it.
“Agh, dumme sache.” he takes away the straw and lets you cough a couple times before you can breathe normally again.
You didn’t notice it before, brain slow and focused on other things, but now that you’re not thirsty, that you’re not- too- worried about you safety, you can feel the cold on your body and when his freezing hand moves to touch your chest, slowly following the curve of your body towards your nipple, which receives a few gentle flicks, and lower, lower to between your legs, you realize you’ve been naked the whole time.
“What- why am I here? What do you want from me?” your voice is quiet, a little raw from disuse, you try to keep your anxiety in check and not panic again, especially when the man laughs quietly, the sound wicked in the dark room.
“Simple.” his hand taps the skin where your thigh meets your hips and you whimper at the touch, thighs clenching at the touch. The gentle tapping distracting you enough that you almost don’t hear his next sentence. Almost.
“I’m going to make you my perfect wife.”
I saw a post that once said Wanda would just make reader intoxicated with magic and I haven’t stopped thinking about it:
Wanda loved being able to control everything about you with her magic, she loved you while sober but something about you all dumb she loved.
She’d find herself using her magic to make you extremely horny and desperate for Wanda, making sure you begged for hours.
Sometimes she’d go into your head and turn off any big girl thoughts, making you so stupid and happy that you would suck on Wanda’s chest for hours without complaint.
It was even more fun when Wanda messed with your other emotions, she’d go into your head and turn up your sensitivity so you could come simply from her pulling your nipples.
Her favorite however was to control your dreams. Giving you extremely graphic and dirty dreams that made you wake up soaking wet and humping Wanda’s thigh.
So when am I getting drugged at a bar, taken by a hot Tboy and used as much as he wants.
Southern hospitality Part 2 Part 1
You remember getting out of the car and opening your front door. Then there was a cloth over your mouth and strong hands grabbing hold of you. You thrash like a wild animal, kicking back as much as you van until you start to lose consciousness.
"Get their belongings. We want them comfortable." Price orders as you start sagging into his chest, eyes rolling back as they fall shut. He pulls the cloth off your face, tilting your head up so Kyle can get a good look at you.
"I can carry them to the car, sir." He offers, which makes Price click his tongue in disapproval.
"Do as you're told, Gaz. You can pack up their bedroom." He orders as he scoops you up bridal style. He lays you down in the back of the humvee, taking out a few ropes to tie you up with. You whimper slightly when you're jostled around, but Price knows you won't wake up for a few hours.
He keeps you between Simon and Johnny, demanding Kyle stay in the front seat with him. He never doubted Kyle's self-control, but he knew that his Sargeant wanted his hands on you. He would make the man wait for a while.
When you wake a few hours later, you know right away you weren't home. You sit up in the bed you're in, the springs squeaking bellow you as you stumble out of bed. Your legs feel like jelly as you struggle to adjust to the darkness of the room.
You could see the shape of a door on the other side of the room, sluggishly dragging yourself towards the light under the door.
Simon grabs your waist when you take two steps, covering your mouth immediately when you start to scream. "Hush." He grumbles in your ear, grateful you're still a little loopy. He saw how hard you kicked Price, and he wasn't eager to be on the receiving end of it. He winces when your teeth sink into his palm, squeezing your cheeks together hard.
"Don't you fucking dare. You're a real sweet thing, yeah? Gotta act like it." He growls down at your face, lips pouted out from the force of his grip. You whimper nervously, tears filling your eyes as you wriggle weakly in his grip.
The door swings open, lights switching on to reveal the bearded man from the diner. Your breathing quickens up, scrambling out of Simon's grip when he loosens it slightly.
"You too, Simon? Do you need a reminder of self-control?" Price chides as he watches you push yourself into a corner.
"They tried to leave the room."
"They wouldn't have gotten far." Price turns towards you, crouching down so he's more on your level with a small smile. "It's alright, love. You're going to be safe here." He assures your still hazy, panicked mind.
"Let me go!" You demand shakily, squeaking when you feel a furry body nudging your legs. You look down, shocked to see your cat sitting beside you. When you look at the bed, you realize it's your bedsheets on them. The rug on the floor used to be in your room. The bookshelf to your left has your books on it.
"Starting to see it, huh?" Simon chuckles as he sits down in your desk chair. "We've moved you in, Y/N. We've always wanted a stay at home partner."
daddy drugging me so im too sleepy to notice all the men touching me
The walls are all white, it makes the room seem brighter when the sun shines through the cracks of the window blinds. There’s the faint sound of a laugh track on the tv in the corner, mostly drowned out by the drip drip drip of an iv and the steady beeping of the heart monitor. He lays in the bed, body tucked in firmly by a hospital blanket. Not that he needs to be tucked in, the sedative keeps him calm and quiet. He can move his head to watch the tv, lull it back the other way to look at the clock and the whiteboard with his room number on it. A pain scale is decorating the bottom with the number 8 circled. It’s not correct Ofcourse, he doesn’t hurt. Or he doesn’t think he does, it’s hard to feel anything honestly.
Soon enough the door creeks open and the man that was originally caring for him for a simple fractured ankle comes strolling him.
“Good morning, my love.” He smiles as he starts fidgeting with the gear hooked up to his boy, checking the levels of drip and humming. “How’s your pain today? Still hurting?”
“Mmm…ahhh…” poor boy, he can’t even form a word. He can’t tell the doctor he’s better, that he’s been better for weeks now. He wants to be discharged but the doctor only hears what he wants.
“Oh you poor thing. You’re at a 9 now? I’ll have to recommend another week. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He reassures. But it’s not very reassuring. He sits on the edge of the bed and runs a hand through the boys hair. “You’re my favorite patient you know that? Coming to see you here it makes the this job worth it. I’m going to be so sad when you’re better.”
As if he’d ever let him be better.
“Soooppp….stop…puh…please…home…” the boy struggles to force himself up on his elbows, earning a tsk from his doctor who reaches over and adjusts the sedative dosage. He tries to struggle but he’s not strong enough yet, and with another rush of drugs into his system the little strength he had conjured is quickly gone. He’s back to staring at the tv, drool looking at the corner of his mouth where the doctor wipes it away.
“Don’t you worry, you’ll feel better soon. I’ll be back after rounds okay? Be good for me.” He presses a kiss to the top of his victims patients head before leaving.
whumpee characterizations ? and what it takes to break them
thief whumpee: silver-tongued/ can't keep still/ uses humor as a coping mechanism-> gagged/ stress positions/ a casual whumper whose indifference immobilizes whumpee
royal whumpee: stoic/ proud/ seeks revenge after their imprisonment-> forced to kneel/ public humiliation, dragged around like a trophy, collared, branded etc/ enough scars to look like a constellation on their skin
healer whumpee: kind/ keeps up an image for the sake of others/ skilled in their trade-> pushed to the edge/ others have to take care of them/ hands or fingers so badly damaged they'll never be able to help anyone else again
innocent whumpee: naive/ trusting/ hopeful-> "no one is coming for you"/ left to die/ a whumper who twists whumpee's anger against their friends
bitter whumpee: apathetic/ shrugs off what they've been through/ exhausted-> "I'm fine." followed by collapsing/ vivid flashbacks where they wake up screaming/ refuses to fall asleep after their ordeal
leader whumpee: independent to the point of isolation/ tries to protect everyone/ mentally well-adjusted (mostly)-> set up to fail/ forced to hurt their teammates/ they come back changed, and everyone avoids them
villain whumpee: defiant/ insults whumper every chance they get/ so many failed escape attempts-> non-con drugging, left a shadow of their past selves/ conditioned to obey/ kneeling next to whumper at a press conferences