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auroragehenna · 5 months

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I'm excited for your OC's Bingo Soup!!!!

Here's my ask : Drugged and ofc with Lyra and Adam

Happy Writing!!!

OC soup Bingo

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TW/CW: Non-con drugging, threats, non-con touch, maybe a tad tiny bit suggestive language but its SFW, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, non-con kiss Word count: 1'259

Adam clasped the tiny test tube filled with the yellowish powder. It had been a hassle to get it but it would be worth it. He mixed all of it into a tiny water flask and shook it. He would make damn sure of that…

…

„Oh absolutely not!“, Lyra said when she saw Adam approach her with a sadistic grin painted on his face and his hands behind his back.

„Funny how you act like you have a choice in the matter.“, he replies coldly.

Lyra gulps, a hard look in her eyes. „Well at least I’m not gonna let you win without sacrifices.“

Adam scoffs. „See this is exactly the problem.“ Then he suddenly lunges at her. He grapples her to the ground but struggles to restrain her completely. Then he has an idea. He sneaks his hand over her head and manages to cover her eyes and nose. Now shredded in darkness Lyra's trashing slows down a bit.

"What are you doing?", she asks nervously.

"Oh, don't break your little head about it just open up."

Lyra's mouth snapped close.

Adam sighed theatrically, strengehing his graps on her nose. "See where that get's you."

Lyra’s fought to throw him off but without sucsess. And her movements were becoming more and more frantic.

“You think you can fight me but you can’t.”

Lyra’s eyes widened as the need for oxygen got worse and worse.

“So just admit it to yourself.”

Lyra gasped and Adam instantly shoved the flask into her mouth. She coughed but in her desperate gasping for oxygen couldn’t prevent the weird tasting water from going down her throat. Adam still not letting go of her face turned her head around and kissed her. Stealing her only source of oxygen again. Eventually he let go of her and allowed her to sprawl out on the floor.

Adam laughed as she pushed herself away from him fear and disgust. He didn’t say anything only checked his watch.

Lyra breathed heavily. “What did you do to me? What was in there?”

“Just a little funny drug. I think I used way more than what I was instructed to use but ah well. I’m sure you don’t mind, right?”, he grinned.

Lyra opened her mouth but the look on Adam’s face made her close it again.

“Good girl.”, Adam commented smugly.

Lyra grit her teeth in anger and tried to stand up instinctively. But her knees buckled underneath her weight and she fell over again.

Adam walked up to her with slow, deliberate steps. “Now, now. What was that supposed to be?”

“I just wanted to give you a much needed punch in the face!”

“Hmm. No that wasn’t it. Try again.”

“What?”

“Try. Again.”

“I tried to stand up?”

“Yes. And why would you do that?

“Because you were getting on my nerves and being a bastard?!”

“Hmm. And do you see what’s wrong with that behaviour?"

“Your unbelviably fragile ego can’t handle it?”

Adam was now standing right in front of Lyra. He grabbed her jaw with a grip he was sure would bruise and tilted her head up so she would look at him.

“This. Do you see this right here? This is how the power dynamic is.”, he was speaking ever so calmly now, “Over all my little games I allowed you to play and all my generiosity it seems that you forgot who actually has the power here.”

Lyra struggles now to keep her body upright and Adam seems to notice it. Suddenly he let’s go of her jaw and her body betrays her by simply dropping to the floor. She can hear him laugh over her.

“Oh that’s just beautifully pathetic. Here let me help you.”, he adds and crouches down. He grabs her gently by the arms and turns her around so she now lays on her back, looking up at him as he stands up again.

“Now…This is much better…”, he purred.

Lyra can only move her eyes by now, everything else won’t obey her commands.

“What do you think of this change, Thyma?”

She tries to open her mouth-to talk-to give a snarky remark but her tongue felt like it had turned to lead.

“Oh right.”, Adam laughs, “You’re too weak to talk right now.”

“You wanna know what I think about this change?” He sat down again next to the lying Lyra and gently moved a few stray strands of hair out of Lyra‘s face. Seemingly deep in thought. „I think it’s quite charming. You’re so helpless like this. Vulnerable for me to do whatever I want.”, he mused and caressed a nail over the length of her arm.

Lyra would have shivered if she could have.

“But I don’t really need this to make you feel this way, do I? So…Defeated. You’re quite strong minded I will not lie about that. But…If you know where to apply pressure…” He sneaked his hand under her limp body and pressed into the curve of her spine earning him a sharp breath from his plaything. He locked eyes with her. “You crumble like a sand castle. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. As much as you try you can’t eradicate them, can you? Why else would you still be so scared from the same things as four-five years ago?” Adam went back to caressing his nails over every exposed inch of Lyra’s skin. “Why else do you flinch at my touch even if you tell yourself not to? And why do none of your attempts to escape my clutches sucseed? Whatever you do…Whatever you try…You will always end up in the same position as before. At my mercy. Trembling like a deer in headlights but trying to act stoic. And you’re already breaking, can’t you tell?”

Lyra shot him an outraged look, the fear momentarily dissapearing from her eyes.

“No?” Adam chuckled softly. “Poor, sweet, dumb Lyra. Why else did you so eagerly give up names and intel when I caught you again? Only to spare yourself a bit of pain.” He gently cupped her cheek. “I didn’t even torture you that time.”

Lyra felt tears of shame fill her eyes but she mustered up every bit of energy she had to hold them back. He would not see her cry. He couldn’t also take that from her. She wished he would stop touching her, every touch seemed to burn her skin and the nails felt no different than knifes.

Adam saw how her eyes practically pleaded with him to understand that that was not how it was. And a sadistic grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You from a few years ago would never have done that...I mean, I expected some changes after your short vacation but…You surprised even my with that. By obeying so…easily. So you see, you understood it before, so I’m sure you can do it again. Right?” He brushed his thumb over her lips before removing his hands and standing up. “You’re lucky that I am… mericful no he’s not patient. For now. But understand that in here I am what counts. I am your government. Your religion. Your…rules. And you will obey or I will stop playing games and get serious with you. Do we understand each other?”

Lyra couldn’t speak.

“Come on, you have other ways of showing me you understood your place.”

They were both just staring at each other, holding stubborn eye contact until Lyra broke it and lowerded her gaze below Adams eyes.

“Good bunny.”

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @imnotamurdereripromise

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wolfeyedwitch · 2 years

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Auction of evil for Bailey? Maybe an AU where SV tires of them and sells/rents them off to the highest (villainous) bidder

I liked these two together, so I combined them. Do I need more AUs for WBOH? No. Is that gonna stop me? Also no.

CW for non-con drugging/sedation, implied abuse

Masterlist

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“I’m in position,” Zera said softly into their comm.

“Good,” came Elijah’s tinny voice. “Find out what it is they’re auctioning and get out. Just recon, nothing else.”

Zera tamped down on the anger welling up in them at that. He was right, after all. As much as Zera might want to help if someone was in danger, there were too many people here.

There were too many villains.

Iris had found the information about the auction with one of her programs. Zera couldn’t claim to understand what she had said when she explained it. Something about the dark web, VPNs, and honeypots? What Zera did understand was that she had found the coordinates, date, and time of an auction being planned. An auction to which all of the villains who could make it to the area were invited.

What she hadn’t found was information about what was being auctioned. All the heroes knew was that it had to be something big. Something dangerous. Potentially catastrophic if left in the wrong hands.

Zera was there to find out just what it was that had drawn so much attention.

“Got it,” they replied. “Find out what’s being auctioned, stay to see who buys it if it’s safe, then get out.”

“Exactly. Comms blackout starts now.”

With that, Zera’s earpiece went dead. They felt a shiver travel up their spine at the idea of being unable to reach their team. It was necessary—there were too many technopaths in the villain world for any comms to be safe in this situation—but they still hated it. They settled into their hiding spot in the rafters, making themself comfortable for the wait.

The seats in the old theater started filling up. Zera recognized many of them. Ice Queen, Black Fox, The Piper, Livewire, Miss Eerie… these weren’t just local small-time villains. Some of these were international supervillains.

What the hell was special enough to draw them all here!?

Finally, the lights in the hall dimmed and the chatter went silent. All eyes turned to the stage.

The figure who walked out wore an expensive tailored suit. The click of their dress shoes against the stage reverberated through the hall as they walked to the spotlight. The domino mask they wore was a decorative, lacy thing that wouldn’t have been out of place at a masquerade ball.

Slipknot gestured like they were embracing the gathered crowd, and the villains in attendance applauded.

“Welcome, welcome!” Slipknot greeted their audience. Their voice was amplified and played through speakers throughout the hall, giving the disconcerting impression that they were everywhere.

The hall quieted, and Slipknot continued. “Thank you all for coming. I promised you something special, and you won’t be disappointed.”

They clicked their fingers, and a second figure emerged from off-stage. This one lacked Slipknot’s refined poise. Their suit was meant for combat, not elegance; their mask was utilitarian, not decorative.

Poppet looked as out of place as a bloodstain on a wedding dress amidst the finery of the hall.

They reached Slipknot’s side and sank to their knees beside the supervillain, head bowed. Slipknot placed a hand on the back of their neck; Poppet didn’t so much as flinch.

What. The. Hell.

“As many of you know, I have been training a protege for the last few years,” Slipknot said. “My Poppet has come on in leaps and bounds in terms of their powers. Their telekinesis can be used for both brute force and finesse. For more detail, just look at the news.”

That got a chuckle from the audience.

“I am here to auction off one month of Poppet’s service. During that time, they will be yours to command as you see fit. They must be returned at the end of the month in the same condition they are now: all limbs attached and functioning.” Slipknot grinned at that.

Zera felt like they’d swallowed a stone. Poppet was their nemesis, sure, but that didn’t mean they deserved this. Hell, Zera almost enjoyed fighting the villain! They were smart and witty, something that Zera learned when getting to banter with them between blows. And lately, those blows had been barely connecting. The villain had been going easy on them for some reason. Zera hadn’t had so much as a nosebleed from fighting Poppet in the last month. And okay, yes, some of that was that Poppet had been suspiciously absent for the past few weeks, but the point still stood!

Poppet finally showed up, only for it to be here?

Slipknot was willing to sell their own apprentice? Like they were nothing more than a weapon, an object? A guard dog to be loaned and traded?

“The bidding starts at one million dollars,” Slipknot said.

Zera needed to get out of there. They needed to get back to their team, to report on this. To let everyone know just how ruthless Slipknot was.

But…

Wouldn’t it be useful to know just who bought Poppet’s services? That way they could make plans for what that villain might do. Maybe they could even rescue capture Poppet during that time. And Elijah had said they could stick around if they deemed it safe…

Their thoughts were cut off by a sharp sting in their neck, followed by a wave of coldness seeping out from that spot. They turned their head to see Viper, a villain specializing in poisons, standing a few meters away with a… blowgun?

They reached a hand—why was that so hard to do?—to their neck. Their fingers brushed against something, and they pulled it out.

A dart. She had hit them with a dart. A dart that had to have some kind of paralytic or sedative or something, because their body wasn’t responding correctly to their commands.

Viper touched a hand to her ear before speaking. “Yeah, caught them sniffing around just like you suspected. I’ll bring them down now.”

The next thing Zera knew, they were being manhandled. Time was acting funny, too fast and too slow at once, like molasses shot from a cannon. A blink later and they were dropped to the shiny wood floor of the stage.

“And as a bonus, I’ll include custody of the hero Foxfire to whoever wins the bid on Poppet,” Slipknot said smugly.

Zera’s eyelids were too heavy to stay open. The last thing they saw before they closed their eyes was Poppet, staring at them in horror from behind their mask.

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Zera woke up with a scream stuck in their throat. Everything ached, a bone-deep pain that seemed to throb in time with their heartbeat.

“I’m sorry,” came a small voice.

Zera managed to turn their head to see the speaker.

It was Poppet. They were no longer in their suit, but rather civilian clothing. The change in outfit revealed dark bruises ringing their wrists and decorating their arms. Zera winced in sympathy.

“I’m so sorry,” Poppet said again.

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Taglist:

@heathenville @nonbinary-disaster @kim-poce @whump-world @dolls-circus @pickleking8 @ghostfacepepper @cupcakes-and-pain @badluck990 @mylifeisonthebookshelf @pumpkin-spice-whump @deluxewhump @extemporary-whump @whumpwillow @multiple-characters1-acct @sunflower1000 @fleur-alise @equestrianwritingsstuff, @scp-1296 @livingforthewhump @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @suspicious-whumping-egg @kaiwewi @lelly-belly @neuro-whump @newbornwhumperfly @whumpthisway, @whumpcreations, @wicked-whump @heart4brains, @myhusbandsasemni @how-to-be-a-hero @kixngiggles @kurochan @whumpsday @extrabitterbrain @pattonvirglsanders @neverthelass @we-write-as-one @elrysdoesstuff @whumperflies-and-roses @ha-ha-one @whatwhumpcomments @ramadiiiisme @towerlesskey @emmanemanemm @pigeonwhumps

Special thank-you to everyone who helped me come up with villain names to round out the crowd!

#with bloody outstretched hands #auction of evil #au #bailey the villain #bailey aka poppet #zera the hero #zera aka foxfire #supervillain is a manipulative bastard #asks answered #bthb #auction of evil bthb #non-con drugging #sedation #forced sedation

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scratchandplaster · 1 year

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Stack The Deck [Masterlist] 💉🃏🔪

"How do you- I swear, I don't know you, just let me go and I'll never bother you again. Please I just-"

Quickly, the sharp blade placed itself down against his lips, and with a short exhale, his desperate blabbering stopped in an instant. It didn't cut, just passed on its silent threat. The cold steel turned to lay flat now, Elliot wasn't sure he was even allowed to breathe anymore.

"Don't. Worry. About. It." The man said, talking him down like a moody infant, but his anger only thinly veiled. "When I get what I want, a thing you can't help with in the slightest, I'll let you go."

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

CW PART 1-10: kidnapping, captivity, non-con drugging, held for ransom, torture, abuse, toxic relationships

CW PART 11 onwards : Lima syndrome, obsessive Whumper, recapture, drug abuse, disabled Whumpee

This series was created during Febuwhump 2023, the first nine parts are following the prompts → [Febuwhump 2023 Masterlist]

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

PART 10

Intermezzo:

Siege

Greetings from Maui

Here and back again

Fair-weather company

Wellness check

PART 11

Haven

PART 12

PART 13

PART 14

Tremors

Étude (short drabbles)

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Picrew [1] [2] [3]:

Elliot Ribera

Christoph Morris

Amber

Morris' apartment

Dutch

Everyone

Size comparison

Asks:

Fun facts

Morris´ plans for the future

Female!Elliot?

Morris and consent

Faceclaims

A normal meet-up

Ask game 1 2 3

Truth serum 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername, @canislycaon24

#stack the deck #elliot ribera oc #christoph morris oc #whump series #captivity #kidnapping #masterlist #held for ransom #non-con drugging #torture #mutilation #febuwhump 2023

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pigeonwhumps · 2 years

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Auction part 2

Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist

Whumptober masterlist

Day 16: NO WAY OUT | mind control | paralytic drugs | "no-one's coming"

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch

Phoenix is sold at auction.

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CWs: minor whumpee (17 year old), non-con drugging, non-con nudity (non-sexual), non-con touching (mostly non-sexual – not detailed), restrained

When Phoenix wakes, they’re shivering, legs bare and bent, pressed against something hard and cold. It feels like tiles. They try to move their arms around themself but there’s a clinking sound and they can’t.

“Finally. You’re awake. I was beginning to think we’d have to auction you off unconscious.”

Phoenix snaps their eyes open at the sound of Earthshaker’s voice, remembering where they are. They’re chained kneeling to the floor, power-dampening cuffs snapped around their wrists, completely naked aside from the mask covering the top half of their face (which explains the cold – they try to hunch over, to cover themself, but they can’t). They pull at the chain, feeling for weak links or rust or... something, they’re not sure, but anything that can get them out of this. There’s nothing though, their chains are solid.

“Now, now, don’t try that. You can’t get out of here without any powers. Not that camouflage will do you any good.”

“Fuck you,” spits Phoenix. Their illusion and camouflage powers have saved them more times than they can count, even though Abbie hates them using them (but then, she’s not there most of the time).

Earthshaker rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes, they certainly named you right. All fire and no substance. Now, hold still.”

The supervillain pulls out a syringe and Phoenix eyes it warily. “What’s in that?”

“Paralytic.”

“That’ll kill me! You need me alive!”

“Oh, little firebird. Don’t look so worried. I wouldn’t kill you. This is a new formula, developed by my best scientists. You will be able to breathe, although everything else will be paralysed. It will allow me to display you in the best possible way for prospective buyers.”

“You’re not coming anywhere near me with that!” shouts Phoenix, pulling back as far as they can. All they succeed in doing is pinning themself into a corner, unable to stop Earthshaker depressing the syringe into their shoulder. They feel their body start to slow, dropping out of their control, and with a last-ditch effort they say thickly, “Do you get some sort of kick out of drugging people?”

“Only you. You’re a pain in all of our asses, and I am very much looking forward to getting you out of our way. I wonder who will buy you.” Phoenix tries to open their mouth, to tell Earthshaker that they won’t be bought, they’re not just going to give in, but they can’t. Their mouth won’t move. The drug is kicking in far earlier than they’d expected and they’re terrified. They try to smother their emotions but too slowly. Earthshaker smiles. “There’s that fear. Such fire, and yet there’s no-one coming for you, is there? There never is.”

With the last of their strength they push a finger out of their fist, holding it up at Earthshaker. The supervillain snarls, backhanding Phoenix hard across the face.

“You’re going to regret that. I can let the buyers do whatever they like, if I choose.” He snaps his fingers and two black-clothed attendants appear. “Display them in room two.”

The woman picks Phoenix up and drapes them over her shoulder, heading out of the room. Phoenix’s stomach rolls with dread as they’re taken through the corridors of the mansion and dropped roughly on the thinning carpet in one of the rooms. They can’t even begin to move away, they can’t even focus their eyes, everything’s blurry. The two attendants waste no time in brusquely chaining Phoenix back up, wrists attached to a beam hanging from the ceiling and feet attached to a spreader bar, as far apart as they can go. They’re spread-eagled, naked in front of anyone who might walk in, and they feel horribly exposed. After the attendants leave without a word spoken, Phoenix can still feel their rough, too-tight hands on their body.

It’s weird, they think, being so afraid and yet unable to feel any of the physical effects of it. No stomach cramps, no tight muscles... it’s unusual. They can’t decide whether they prefer it, and that disgusts them. They’re chained up like some mockery of a hero, only wearing their mask, visible for all to see, and yet there are parts of this that they... prefer? God.

They hate most of this. They hate that they, too, can see their body, and their breathing comes in short gasps as they contemplate their situation. Trapped, helpless, alone. No-one coming for them, they never do, Abbie trusts them to get out of their own messes. They won’t die, after all.

Breathe. Just breathe. They need to breathe. They focus on that, because there’s nothing else to focus on. Not yet.

At least they won’t die.

They’re not sure how long they stay like that, alone in this room, before there’s movement and voices outside. Phoenix prepares themself. If they could, they’d grit their teeth. This isn’t going to be pleasant.

And it isn’t pleasant. Villains crowd into the room, touching them, hands too tight and too intimate and too much, groping, squeezing their arms, nails digging in, scraping down their body, leaving stinging cuts. It’s too much, they’re all too close, boxing them in, and they fight to keep their breathing even. Some people don’t touch, just circle Phoenix, examining them, and they can hear their breathing. It’s still too damn close.

Finally, finally, staff members come to usher the villains out, and Phoenix is left... not in peace, not exactly, but alone at least. They can still feel the echoes of touch everywhere, bruising hands, blood trickling down their back. They still can’t move a muscle. Everything hurts, and not just on the outside, they hurt with the pain and indignity of being strung up like this, like a piece of meat, like a mockery of a person, everyone looking. They can’t even move to cover themself at all.

Suddenly, Earthshaker’s voice booms loud near them, and they would jump if they could.

“And now it’s time for today’s main attraction! Many of you here have been insulted, hurt, homes destroyed, plans thwarted, by our little Firebird here, and now, for one time only, they’re for sale, for you to do with as you wish! But first, can you hear me, little hero?” There’s a pause. “Of course, I forgot. You can’t answer. But they’re listening, believe me. So. Bidding starts at £100,000!”

Phoenix tunes out the majority of the auction, not wanting to hear what amount people are willing to pay for them. But they need to know who’s bought them, so they keep one ear out for when their name is mentioned again.

“And Firebird is sold for £2.3 million to Black Ice!”

Phoenix goes cold. Fuck. Not her. They’ve crossed paths before, and what will she do to them for what happened then? They try to concentrate back on Earthshaker’s voice.

“... our attendants will pack them as per your directions.” The speaker clicks off abruptly, and Phoenix drifts, wondering what will happen to them now.

They’re not sure how long it is before two more black-clothed attendants appear in the doorway, followed by Earthshaker and Black Ice. Phoenix still can’t see very well but if they struggle they can focus a little. The paralytic must be wearing off.

Of course, with four people in the room, at least two powered, and still barely able to move even when the chains and spreader bar are removed, it doesn’t make much of a difference. They topple forwards, falling on their face with a thump.

“Just tie them up so they can’t move,” orders Black Ice crisply, “and blindfold them.”

“Yes, ma’am,” says one of the attendants, and Phoenix is kicked over onto their back. The attendants start winding chains around them, binding their arms to their torso and their legs together.

“So,” says Earthshaker, “just out of personal curiosity, what are you planning to do with them?”

“Oh, you’ll find out when it happens. But don’t worry, I won’t go soft on them. They blew up my base, after all.”

Black Ice is standing above them now, supervising the attendants, and Phoenix forces a tiny smirk onto their face. Despite everything, that memory still brings them satisfaction. Black Ice was the first villain they defeated.

“And you’re going to regret doing it. Would you like to know what my plans for you are?”

Phoenix can’t respond yet, and Black Ice waits for the blindfold to be tied tightly over their mask before bending down to whisper in their ear.

Phoenix doesn’t react to the words. They couldn’t, even if they wanted to. But as they’re lifted and jostled, taken out into the cool night air and dumped on something... not entirely hard, but not soft either, they have nothing to do but think on her proclamation. Something slams behind them and an engine starts, and Phoenix’s mind just keeps circling. The paralytic’s wearing off, and although it doesn’t help them escape it allows them to tremble with fear. Nausea roils in their stomach and they take deep, slow breaths, trying not to throw up. They need to survive this until they can escape, and that won’t be helped by vomiting all over Black Ice’s car.

It’s difficult not to, though, when they think about what’s in store for them. How are they supposed to survive that?

How are they supposed to get out of it?

Maybe someone will rescue them. It’s very unlikely but, maybe, just maybe, if they’re missing long enough... maybe someone will care enough to help.

Maybe one day.

Picrews of Earthshaker and Black Ice! (picrew here)

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flurriethefox · 11 months

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Terrified Dreams

Warning: not editted, terrible title in my opinion.

tags: begging, drugging, crying, hurt and comfort, siblings, etc.

A's family comes over to visit for a while, and A's brother, B, notices the bags under A's eyes and how whenever B wakes up, A seems to have been awake for hours.

One day, B walks into the kitchen around noon to see A pouring themself another cup of coffee.

"A?" A turns with a surprised expression toward B, tilting their head. "Hm?"

"When's the last time you've slept?" B asks cautiously.

A pauses for a moment before narrowing their eyes. “Why?”

“That’s your third pot today, and whenever I wake up, you’re already awake. The A I know doesn’t wake up at four in the morning. Not to mention, we all go to bed before you do, and we’ve never heard you even go to your room any time after we’ve gone to bed.” B’s worried, to say the least.

A blinks and takes a sip of their coffee. “I’m fine, B. Don’t worry about me, I slept, like, a day ago. Nothin’ to worry ‘bout,” they assured, and B could tell they made the lie up on the spot.

A blinks in surprise as they notice their words slur together and their eyelids getting heavy. “W-what…”

B sighs. “I know you haven’t slept, A, I’ve checked the cameras and I’ve stayed up to see if you’d go to bed. I know you won’t willingly go to sleep.”

A’s eyes widen as they set their cup down and grip the counter for balance. “You- you drugged me?”

B nods. “Don’t worry, it’s just gonna knock you out for a little while. Just enough to give your body time, and to get you more energy,” they consoled.

A shakes their head vigorously, trying to make their way to the hall. “N-no, no please, I-I can’t, I need-”

B grabs A’s wrists to stop them. “I know what you’re trying to get, and I’m not gonna let you. You need sleep, A. You’re hurting yourself.”

A shakes their head again, trying to pull away, but B holds their wrists strongly. A sob escapes their throat. “No, nonononono, please, please, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I-I won’t- I won’t fall asleep, I promise.”

A’s voice slowly starts to get quiet, their body trembling in B’s hold. B pulls A in gently and hugs them close, their arms going limp as they sob and continue begging. B’s heart throbs, concern, worry, and all other emotions flooding their chest for A. “It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay. It’s just a little sleep, you’re okay.”

A passes out in B’s arms in a matter of seconds, and B carries them to the couch, laying a blanket over their shoulders and kissing the top of their head lightly. They might be scared when they wake up, but B will be there. They’ll protect A from whatever hurt them.

#Begging #Crying #Hurt and Comfort #Siblings #Drugging #Non-con Drugging #A is fucking scared #B just wants to help #I can’t tag #PTSD #Implied past torture

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sinqueen69 · 6 months

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The Wilson Estate 2 [Dick/Men, Dick/Slade]

Dead Dove Kinktober 2023 Day 30 - Drugged Sex

Dick is sold to the Wilson Estate by his Foster Parents, he has no idea what is in store for him, but at his welcoming ceremony, he gets an idea.

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“You did even better than I expected pretty boy,” Slade praised as he held out his hand, the kneeling and collared man hurried over, holding the same goblet from before.

“You’re a special one, you deserve another hit before the next part of your welcoming ceremony.” Slade praised as he used his thumb to open Dick’s mouth again, pouring more of the drugged wine into Dick’s mouth. Dick absently swallowed the wine, letting it reignite the heat in his blood and bring his arousal to full force once again.

“Most of my new members can’t handle the second part of the ceremony, they need to be trained and worked up to it but you are different pretty boy, you’re good to keep going now. I’m impressed,” Slade held the goblet back out to the side, not looking away from Dick as the mug was taken from him and a blue leather collar with a silver-chain leash hanging from the front was placed in Slade’s outstretched hand.

Dick swallowed as Slade wrapped the collar around his throat, latching it shut with a soft click. The weight of the leather around his neck made things all too real as Slade wound the end of the leash around his hand before nudging Dick off of his lap.

Slade used the leash to force Dick to his knees and then down onto his hands.

“The first rule you’ll have to adjust to here at the Wilson Estate is that only a few chosen get to walk without an escort, that’s one of the reasons your collar has a leash. You have to adjust to being in this environment before you can be trusted to walk on your own,” Slade explained as he yanked the leash and forced Dick to crawl behind him toward the dais that was now circled by the masked men who had been watching him and Slade fuck moments ago.

Dick felt humiliation burn in his stomach at being forced to crawl like a dog and he could feel Slade’s cum dripping down his thighs with each move of his hips. Dick was led up onto the dais until he was in the middle, presented on all fours to the greedy gazes of the masked men.

“Since you’re adjusting so nicely pretty boy, you are one of the lucky few who get to fulfill the full welcoming ceremony. These men are the most trusted and highest-ranking members of the Wilson Estate, as our newest member it is your duty to pleasure them like you pleasured me.” Slade explained as he petted Dick’s hair, truly treating him like a dog as the masked men all opened their trousers to expose their hard cocks.

“I would hate to have to punish you on your first day, so do your best pretty boy.” Slade patted Dick’s cheek before attaching the end of the leash to a hook on the side of the dais before sauntering back to his throne. Dick watched, swallowing a lump in his throat as Slade lazily spread his legs and the masked, kneeling man from before crawled between them, moaning as he swallowed Slade’s cock down.

Dick’s attention was torn away from Slade when hands grabbed his hips and he yelped as he was yanked back onto a hard cock, forcing Slade’s cum out of his hole and down his twitching thighs. A hand grabbed Dick’s chin and Dick gagged as a cock was shoved into his mouth roughly, a hand pressing Dick’s head down to keep him gagged on the hard cock as it fucked into his mouth.

Dick’s eyes went crossed as he was roughly spit-roasted by two of the masked men, both his hole and his mouth stretched wide and made sloppier with each eager thrust. Dick’s caged cock was swinging from between his thighs as he was rocked between the two masked men, unable to do much other than moan as they used him. Dick shuddered as he felt the now become familiar sensation of the man fucking his ass orgasm, adding his load to Slade’s.

Dick choked and sputtered around the load of cum that caught him off guard as it filled his mouth and spilled out of his lips and down his chin.

Dick was left to catch his breath for a moment before numerous hands descended on his body, flipping him onto his back. Dick keened as his legs were yanked up high and spread apart as a masked man loomed over him and forced his erection into Dick’s sloppy hole. Dick cried out, grabbing at the sides of the dais as he was pounded into by this new man.

Dick whined lowly as a masked man joined him on the dais, straddling his face. Dick’s mind went hazy but he knew enough to stick his tongue out when the man sat on his face, rubbing his hole over Dick’s mouth and chin. Dick felt a hot burn of humiliation in his stomach as the man groaned while he jerking at his cock while Dick licked at his rim mindlessly.

Dick swore he heard Slade laugh from his throne as the man rubbed his ass over Dick’s mouth greedily, groaning loudly when Dick’s tongue slipped past his rim. Dick’s nipples hardened as cum splattered over his chest as the man riding his face came.

Dick barely had a moment to breathe before he was crying out as the man fucking him, shoved his cock in deep enough to hit his prostate. Dick’s caged cock was leaking steadily now from where it was lying heavily against his heaving stomach.

Dick was reduced to a mess of sweat and cum as the man inside of him paused and with a loud grunt came inside of Dick, only making the collared man even more of a mess than before. Dick’s legs were dropped to the dais now that the man was moving away, they felt like jelly and Dick was positive if he tried to stand right now he wouldn’t be able to.

Dick made a weak noise as hands settled on his body again, maneuvering him until he was face down on the dais, his ass raised up for everyone to see how open and cum-messy he was, not to mention how red and swollen his caged cock looked from where it hung uselessly between his trembling thighs.

Thumbs pressed to his rim and tugged the slack muscle wide, showing everyone how cum-filled he was. Dick whined lowly as the head of another cock was pressed into his stretched rim, easily pushing into Dick from behind.

Dick squirmed as a hand wrapped around his caged cock and started to pump it roughly, if not cruelly. Dick arched when fingers plucked at his nipples, twisting and pinching them harshly. Dick sobbed at the extra stimulation, his body shaking and drool slipping down his chin as he stared mindlessly at the dais below him. Dick whimpered as a hand fisted his hair, lifting his head up as the man from behind him started to thrust, big balls slapping against his ass lewdly.

Dick’s eyes were barely open, he was so out of it and his body was still burning with the drugged wine. Dick barely managed to close his eyes properly when hot cum sprayed over his face, too much for simply one man to produce so Dick had to assume numerous men had been jerking off and decided to come over his face. Dick collapsed back into his face down, ass up position when the hold on his hair disappeared, unable to do more than grunt at the impact as he was pounded into hard and fast from behind.

Dick shuddered, mouth open in a soundless noise as the man groaned and came inside Dick’s gaping, messy hole. Dick lay in the position the men had put in, exhausted and overstimulated as globs of cum slipped out of his loose hole and made a plinking noise as it landed on the dais below him.

“Well, I think that welcome ceremony went rather well.” Slade’s voice rang out and Dick tried to focus in on the sound.

“One of the best actually, I’ve never seen a new member take it so well their first time. I knew you would be something special when I laid eyes on you pretty boy. You’re worth far more than the price I paid those idiots.” Slade squatted down beside the dais, lifting Dick’s head up to look at him, chuckling at the fucked-stupid look on Dick’s cum-coated face.

“Oh yes, you will make quite the addition to my little family. Welcome to the Wilson Estate pretty boy,” Slade crooned and Dick inhaled something sweet that was held to his nose and he spiralled into darkness.

#kinktober 2023 #SinQueen69 Kinktober #18+#DCU #Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson #Dick Grayson/Men #Sex Cult #Drugged Sex #Non-Con drugging #SinQueen69

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 months

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ive been really obsessed with your gojo/geto naga oneshots and asks lately it feels like literal brain rot at this point its so good. ive reread it 6 times lol

i was wondering though, what would Geto do if Gojo was just a little bit too heavy handed with you? to the point of a sprained or broken arm or leg. Would he get mad at Gojo or just mad in general that reader was hurt? Also how would they act in response to the injured reader who can't do basic tasks themselves, I personally think they would enjoy the fact she relied on them even more to even move now.

Reminder requests are still closed!!!! I just love this idea so so much holdon lemme-

Part one

(Yandere, dark, implied forced relationships, noncon touching, biting, language barriers, drugging(?))

Top of the Food Chain pt2

Dark!Naga!SatoSugu x reader

Two days later, Satoru still wasn't allowed inside the cave.

You can hear him, hissing and clicking, right outside, hovering just behind the invisible line Suguru refused to let him pass. If you weren't already in so much pain, you would have found pity on the poor thing. He wasn't allowed in his own home, even though the incident wasn't entirely his fault.

Technically, Satoru saved you. It was yet again another escape attempt. Something you'd been doing a lot these days once you've figured out these beings' intentions with you. You'd gotten past the rock quarry this time, a new record. Your plan was filled with holes: there was no way to truly escape the island. You had no boat, no way to call for help. Still, you ran, forgetting that there were more dangerous things on this island other than two territorial serpent men.

It was a monster. There was no other way to describe it. Big, ugly, shiny spikes and sharp teeth, eyes dripping with bloodlust. You would have been eaten, killed, maimed, if Satoru hadn't caught up with you in time.

The only collateral was the loss of nearby plant life and your broken wrist.

That had been Satoru's fault. He'd pulled at you too hard at the hand. The remnants of adrenaline from the fight, his anger, anger made him too rough on your fragile body. He froze at the wet snap, and then you started screaming. That was how Suguru had found you. Despite how much Satoru clicked and hummed and tittered, from his mate's look, you doubted it helped his case.

Another lonely coo made you wince. Suguru only huffed, wrapping you tighter in his coils. They were already warm from your body heat. The numerous animal pelts helped your comfort too.

"Make him stop," you beg, "he's been going on for hours."

At that, Suguru lifts his head from the base of your neck. He tilts his head as he surveys you, and you can't help but think how awful you must look. Sickly-looking from the pain, clammy skin. He can't do much about your appearance, but the least he could do was shut Satoru up.

"What want?" Suguru asks, "water?"

At that, he picks up a sack filled with sea-smelling water. You wrinkle your nose, turning away, cocooning yourself within his coils. With the increased pain, your appetite has decreased, as well as your thirst. The stress of being trapped like this along with your broken wrist was starting to take its toll on your body.

Suguru makes a sound of disapproval, shuffling around behind you. You know he's still mad about the escape attempt, but he's concerned enough for your well-being to put his anger to the side for now. He'd helped wrap your wrist, using something stretchy and soft.

You raise your wrist up, inspecting the thin material wrapped around your wrist. You're not sure what it is, it's too silky to resemble cotton. It must be from the foliage around the island. Yet, another strange thing you'd never find the answer to.

There's another rumble coming from the Naga's chest. He wraps a hand around your chin, bringing your face closer. In his other, he holds the dripping sack.

"Suguru," it's too soft to be anything more than a whine, "it hurts too much to take anything right now. Stop."

"Hurt?" he asks.

To that, you gesture to your broken wrist. It may not have been broken, you were no doctor, so you couldn't say for certain. But considering you'd been in the same amount of pain for two days, it really didn't matter to you.

A click, before he's tossing a glare at the entrance of the cave. He'd already given Satoru a beating right before coming to coddle you. Despite being bigger than his mate, Satoru is docile enough to take them. Suguru had been acting more aggressive lately. You had a feeling it was your fault.

He'd been inspecting your wrist every so often, but you see a different look within his brown eyes now as he takes your injured hand. He carefully turns your palm over, pressing slightly into your wrist. When you yelp, he retracts.

"Hurt." Suguru confirms. You can only nod.

"Hurt. No drink? No eat?" You don't like the way he's talking. As if he's putting a puzzle piece together. Coming to a solution you won't like.

When you go to pull away, his grip only tightens.

"No hurt," he says it like a promise, as though you're a toddler and he's coaxing you into drinking a sour-tasting medicine. His lips part, revealing the fangs you've often seen him use on meat, on Satoru.

Never did you think he'd ever use them on you.

"Suguru," you're pleading, trying to move away when he bends down, his hair brushing your sweaty forehead. You can feel his breath on your neck.

"No hurt," he repeats, and then he bites down.

He lied, of course, he did. His teeth puncture your skin, tearing through like paper. You think you screamed, or maybe it was more akin to a pitiful whimper. In the background, you can hear someone hiss, Satoru maybe?

For a second, you feel everything, the pain, the puncture wound, Suguru lightly licking your neck.

And then, you feel weightless.

It's hard to describe, but your brain feels like it's turned to mush. Your body feels like you're on a soft cloud, just there, floating. In the back of your mind, you remember how dazed Satoru would get whenever Suguru bit him. At the time, you just thought he was lovestruck.

When Suguru pulls away, he's smiling. A trail of blood, your blood goes down his lip. You can barely keep your eyes on him, close to falling asleep.

"No hurt," he says. When he leans down to kiss you, you accept without a single fuss.

You don't remember much after that, but you remember accepting whatever Suguru put in your mouth. The panic in your body was non-existent as he held the water-sack above your lips, watching as your throat bobbed. You think he kissed you a few more times, but you're not too sure. You were a lot more averse to kissing before. It'd make sense he'd take advantage of it.

When you wake up again, you're in between two bodies. The pain in your wrist is still there, but not as horrible as before. You're still groggy, mind fuzzy. Whatever Suguru had given you was still in effect.

Satoru is the first to notice you're awake. Suguru and him must have made up during the time you were unconscious. He props himself up, peering down at you. With how dim the cave is, you can barely make out his features. He looks just as guilty as he had two days ago.

"Sorry," he mutters, "is sorry."

If you weren't still high, you might have laughed. When you continue to stare, he takes it in stride, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, then your lips. You wince in distaste, leaning back.

"Stop," you say but don't fight when he licks at your jaw. You can barely move your fingers.

Panic is still far away, a distant call than anything alarming. It should worry you, but you still can't feel anything.

Suguru is at your back. You can hear his scales move across the cavern floor. He gives a hum, content as he curls himself around you. He doesn't seem to mind Satoru's touches. Your theory that they must have made up is unfortunately starting to strengthen.

You could barely manage Suguru's coddlings. You don't think you'll survive Satoru's.

"Sorry," he mouths into your neck. You can feel the grip on your waist starting to tighten. He stops, rising up to stare at you.

Blue, almost glowing.

"But no more leave."

You're coherent enough to piece together what he means. You can't escape Satoru. You can't escape Suguru. You can't leave this island. Running away is useless.

The nagas understood it. It's time you did too.

"Yes," you finally say, "no more leave."

#yandere #yandere jjk #dark content #dark gojo satoru #dark jjk #non con touching #implied drugging #yandere gojo satoru #yandere geto suguru #dark geto suguru #naga au #naga gojo satoru #naga geto suguru #language barriers #polygamous relationship #yandere satosugu

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hurtthemgently · 2 years

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Thinking about whumpees who are normally defiant.

Who spit at and throw insults at whumper.

Who occasionally slip their restraints and make a break for it, only to be caught and thrown back into a cell.

Who fight and kick, sometimes managing a blow at whumper.

Who bare their teeth in disgust every time whumper is near.

But then they’re given a drug, or sleep deprived, or made to be disoriented in some other way.

They blink up at whumper, a spark of recognition followed by as much of a glare as they can put on.

They weakly push away, barely able to lift their arms.

Just- tired and disoriented expressions, laced with defiance.

All the anger and frustration in the world, and they can’t stand up, can barely get to their knees.

#defiant whumpee #non con drugging #sleep deprivation #disoriented whumpee #whump prompts #whump tropes #whump prompt #seriously if anyone has recs for this that’d be amazing

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 3 months

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Feral ft. Gojo

feral!Satoru is an insatiable neurotic psychotic mofo. No matter what the desire is, he'll go through endless obstacles to achieve his goal. So when he sees a pretty thing like you humming obliviously on your way home alone one evening, Satoru knows what's next on his hit list. Or should he say who. "Get ready princess. Comin for you..." He whispers to himself.

feral!Satoru can't wait and needs you in his clutches asap. Fuck the usual stalking and planning. He sneaks up behind you as you're unlocking the front door and slips a cloth over your nose before you even realize the danger. "Shh, woman- it's okay! I got you. Know exactly what you need. Dont be afraid." You cry out anyway, lids blinkin in a flurry; nails scraping at the back of his hand as you lose consciousness and slump against Satoru's chest. "Hush, sweetheart. Gonna take good care of you.."

feral!Satoru obviously never excelled in the art of patience. After gettin you inside, he doesn't even attempt to take you to bed. Or wait for you to wake. Undressing and molesting you on the floor by the front door like the filthy creep he is. "Gotta stop hidin this perfection underneath these baggy clothes. Fuckin Goddess.." By the time his hands are done with their very thorough exploration of your luscious upper half, your heated puss won't stop clenching, already drippin in a slim stream to the floor below. Even though he needs a taste, he's anxiously eager to be balls deep in his exquisitely alluring lil trophy.

feral!Satoru has never been interested in somno; lively prey had always been more stimulating for sure. But he can't deny that his dick has never been harder imagining slidin into your unconscious body. You're so soft and perfect, chubby frame lyin pliant in wait for him. "My God, look at you woman.. Do you even know how fuckin perfect you are?" Not a huge rack but the perfect size for his big warm palms. His gaze trails over the gorgeous beauty marks and freckles dusting your flawless brown body and he can't wait anymore. "Gonna wake up with a pretty baby in your belly, honey. Fuuck.. You want that? Well, I do.. And I always get what I want, princess." Doesn't bother undressin himself, or even shuttin the front door all the way. Unzips and slips his girth out. Satoru slides his hands over every inch of your body, grippin your pudgy belly as he plunges inside you. Fucks your cozy wet lil puss deep from the start, already havin to hold back his nut when your lids flutter and loud long moans erupt from the back of your throat. "S-see? Mmm.. Perfect lil cock sleeve jus can't get enough." The fact that you don't wake makes him go insane, growling repeatedly into your throat in pleasure. Satoru nips at you, soothing your neck with messy licks as he cages your plushy body to the floor and speeds his gut churning strokes. Fuck, why are you squeezin his dick so damn tight if you don't crave this? "You want this, I know you do. W-wouldn't be out late flauntin this body, my fuckin body, if you didn't. This is your fault, woman." His words a snarl in your ear as he stiffens and begins to fill your pulsing cunt with his nut. Satoru's never came like this: too quick and so damn hard. Cheeks red, body feebly slumpin over yours, cum spewin from his cock till he begs your lil puss to let him go. "Shiiit, woman. Oh my Go- mmm.. Want me that fuckin bad?" Fuckin fine ass is too busy bussin like virgin to notice you wake up. You're immediately aware of your ex husband's weight crushin you as he fills your poor sore cunt to the brim. "Fuck, Toruuu.. Goddamn asshole.. Again?" You croak, not even a lil surprised. "Sorry, y/n. Just too fuckin irresistible." You notice his light blue eyes roll back from the pleasure, how he pushes his cock in as deep as possible while moanin your name like a paid whore. Satoru doesn't sound very sorry.. That's cause he isn't sorry. At all.

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bamber344 · 2 months

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TW: potential implied non-con whump, drugged whumpee, coercion.

whumpee who doesn't even realise they're being whumped perhaps?

They are frequently invited to whumper's house under the pretence of some other activity (bonus points if it's some sort of contract/obligation that whumpee is reluctant to back out of) and offered a glass of water or some sort of snack once they get there, but little do they know it's been drugged. Whumpee consumes the offering and subsequently is knocked out, leaving them at whumper's mercy for however long.

eventually, whumpee wakes up, perhaps feeling a little sore, and whumper chides them for not getting enough sleep. Bonus points if caretaker comes to pick whumpee up while they're still asleep and whumper has to scramble for an explanation.

The longer this keeps happening, the more concerned caretaker gets. They know whumpee is getting enough sleep, and whumper is looking more and more suspicious with every strange bruise that whumpee comments on finding once they come home.

who knows what whumper is doing while whumpee's asleep? Experiments? Posing them for photos? Something worse? Does caretaker or whumpee ever figure it out? the possibilities are vast

#whump prompt #whump #whumpblr #drugged whumpee #intimate whumper #part time whump #potential non-con whump #tw noncon whump

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scratchandplaster · 2 months

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 20 - Truth serum

CW: drug use, threats

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He can be cute sometimes, Amber muses and lights the thin spliff hanging from the corner of her mouth. She is not here for cute, though, not when she has a brand-new boyfriend waiting for her at home: fun-sized, attentive and even better - not a wanted criminal.

"Want some?"

Chris turns down the kind offer, fully aware of the little extra something he intends to add in for her. Microdosing at worse, nothing to worry about. A hedge.

Amber shrugs wordlessly and starts to wiggle free under his occupied touches: "Need to catch my bus."

Her prey doesn't even think about rolling over, gently sucking the tender skin below her clavicles between his teeth. No love bites above the collar, Amber warns him again, she'd like to keep the pianist for a while. All gratitude goes to Sahra for dragging him along back then.

"Don't leave yet," every word is followed by a hungry kiss up her neck, "never leave."

"So what if I do?" she laughs and playfully bats away the skillful hands roaming over her body. They, in turn, wrap around her even tighter and make her bask in the warm spark of pleasure the other one, sadly, never spoils her with.

Chris, still love-drunk from the afterglow, stops his advances underneath her earlobe. His soft whisper is like smoke against her skin.

"I'll tie you to this bed and never let you see the light of day again."

Amber simply clicks her tongue, a cheeky gleam in her eyes: "That's so fucking hot."

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist]

@febuwhump

#amber thinks he's still doing dirty talk #wake up girl #no heroin in there yet #chris starts with this healthy plan after elliot´s and amber´s breakup #whump #whumpblr #creative writing #whump community #whump drabble #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday20 #drug use #threats #non-con drugging #covert drugging

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craycraybluejay · 4 months

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wanna get cute scaredy boy super high and touch him while he struggles and trips over his tongue trying to say no. while his body betrays him and reacts due to the aphrodisic properties of the strain and all the while he can barely if at all move on his own. feeling his heavy, flushed hot form, practically limp, leaning back against my own. feeling his dick twitch and drool onto my hand as he pants and cries. firmly gripping his throat and watching his face get even more impossibly flushed. pressing my knuckles deep into his abdomen and telling him just how good he would look if i really punched him there; over and over again. hearing that little sqeak as i first penetrate him with my finger, the surprise and helplessness of it all, the inevitability. fingering him open as he weakly tries to get away. it doesn't even take force to stay him; just a gentle hand on his arm, wrapped around his chest. i feel it on my fingers and in my body, the moment he completely melts into me and allows it to happen. the way all his weight in its entirety lays into my elastic flesh, the way he begins to really open for me like a blooming midnight flower. when i take him, i feel no fear. he won't dare to talk, he may not even remember it. definitely not clearly as I will. even the leftover ache from the stretch when finally, finally, i get inside him; will not properly jog the memory. who ever claimed weed wasn't fun? for thee, but not for me. you can have my entire stash so long as you let me touch you.

#intox cnc #cnc k!nk #r@pe kink #r@pe fantasy #fantasies #dark kinks #nsft #aphrodisiac #asphyxia #choking #non con #ask to tag #ngl i should further explore the concept of paying for sex with drugs #as mentioned toward the end

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konigsblog · 5 months

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Kidnapper ghost with soap and reader is so yummy

tw: forced rape/non-con, drugging/aphrodisiac 💦

simon loved the fear on your face when he had johnny rape you, take you by the ass while he watched from afar, gripping the leashes on both you and johnny's necks. “bend her over and treat her like the slut ya’ really think she is, johnny.”

he guided johnny to fuck you cruelly, the aphrodisiac given to him finally having its effects on the poor, horny male. to johnny, you were irresistible -- due to the state he was in. of course, johnny would never dare hurt you in his normal state... but now that he was laced with a drug that had his cock throbbing between his muscular thighs, nothing mattered but fitting his shaft inside your hole.

your wrists were pinned behind your back with rope, back forced into an arch. simon's threats left you gasping and choking on sobs, his brutal actions making you shudder when john pressed the tip of his wet dick against your ass. he slid inside without a care in the world, too desperate to relieve the pain between his legs that he didn't even think about you -- not the sore, burning throb in your ass when he rocked his hips back and forth and into you.

johnny was needy, he was in dire need to shoot a load inside something tight. simon's deep, hoarse chuckle would be forever imprinted in your mind as he watched and allowed john to do such heinous, deranged things to your tied up, bound body.

“p-please--!! god, i’m so sorry, bonnie’..! i-god, you're so tight and perfect for me...” a wave of guilt hit john, crumbling down on him. but still, he didn't stop; he slammed into you, not even paying attention to the tugging force around his neck when simon encouraged him with praise to continue brutalising you -- just for the satisfaction of your shocked, silent expression and pained eyes.

“good boy--good boy, that’s it. so obedient, ain’t’cha, lad? just love makin’ your girl cry for me? dirty bastard.”

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