#noncon drugging

[straplovinglesbiandegenerate]

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.

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

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.

[penandpaperwriting]

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.

[crashingcryptid]

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."

[hysteric-boy]

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.

[whump-in-the-closet]

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

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Whumper pops a pill into Whumpees mouth, then clamps their hand down over Whumpees mouth and nose so that their air is cut off and they have no choice but to swallow. Then Whumper removes their hand. Then they pry Whumpee's mouth open, checking under Whumpee's tongue and in their cheeks just to make sure their pet hasn't managed to avoid being drugged up.

[loreleiloon]

Hero wakes up to the feeling of a long needle piercing their neck. "Hey--stop--!"

But the feeling of warmth softens the tension in their body quickly. Very quickly. They sink back against the pillows as a familiar scent overtakes them.

"Villain--" they pant, their limbs too comfortable to move. A rustling beside them confirms it. "W--why--?"

A hand ghosts their chin, but now they can barely grunt.

"No reason," Villain says just to their right, "I missed you..."