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.
Ways for your whumpees to wake up
‼️ Nsfwhump / non-con edition ‼️
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As their pants are torn down or their clothes are pulled open.
Alone, but restrained in a compromising position, having to wait and hold their breath for hours for what they hope isn’t the inevitable.
Noticing the weight over and around them first, then processing the hands groping them or the knee between their thighs.
Waking up right as something pushes inside them.
Coming to from a very vivid dream only for sleepy pleasure to turn to panic as they realise it isn’t happening in a dream.
Slipping in and out of consciousness as it’s happening, confused and frightened, their memory of it patchy and blurred.
Or only waking up afterwards, piecing together what happened in horror when they see/feel the evidence on their skin.
Still drunk or drugged, stumbling home confused, scared, and sore, feeling the sting of hickeys and bite marks.
In a sleeping whumper’s arms the next morning.
Alternatively, as whumper goes for a round two the next morning.
Blindfolded and held down, but able to feel every light, lingering touch whumper traces along their limbs and down their torso.
No thoughts. Just Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, muttering nonsensical slurred protests, and weakly trying to pull st their restraints before their eyes roll back and they slip away into unconsciousness again.
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