#tw noncon drugging

[whumpitisthen]

"Look! These are opioids. They use them as heavy painkillers, for surgeries and such. At lower doses, they make you feel quite lovely, if not a little sleepy. At higher doses, they can be quite dangerous, as they may slow your heart rate and breathing, which can of course lead to death. But you know what other fun stuff they do? If you take them long enough, they will start doing the opposite of what they're meant to do... Instead of muffling the pain, they enhance it. Isn't that interesting?

They're very addicting as well. I think you will grow to like them."

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Offer a defiant, prideful whumpee a chance to fight---for their freedom, for a life-changing prize, for the life of a teammate---and then make it impossible to win.

Give them multiple opponents who are stronger than them or drug them or make them wear restraints.

See the despair in their eyes when they realize it's hopeless.

Watch them try anyway.

[serickswrites]

Higher Love

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Epilogue

Warnings: captivity, restraints, noncon drugging, yandere

Whumpee came to slowly. Everything was fuzzy. They tried to move, but found their arms couldn’t gain much traction. That their legs couldn’t move. Their breath quickened as panic rose in their belly. Their eyes flew open to see Whumper staring down at them. 

Whumper smiled deeply. “You’re awake, my love.”

“Notttt yyyyourssss,” Whumpee slurred, anger also rising. Whumpee remembered. Remembered Whumper stalking them for weeks. Remembered Whumper coming up from behind them suddenly, grabbing them, and a pinprick on their neck. Then they remembered nothing. 

“Oh, you’ll always be my love, my love.” Whumper said gently as they leaned in and kissed Whumpee’s forehead. 

Whumpee growled and tried to rise up, tried to head butt Whumper, but wasn’t able to. “Sssssstoppppp!” Whumpee’s words were getting stronger as the grip of the drugs in their system started to fade. 

“You were pretty happy when I brought you here, my love. Pretty happy a couple of hours ago. Let’s get you there again, my love. You need to enjoy yourself, my love,” Whumper purred as they pulled out a pouch. 

Whumpee tried to thrash away. “Hhhhigh. Nnnnot happppyyy.”

“Then let’s get you higher, love,” Whumper whispered as they leaned down to kiss Whumpee again, sliding the needle into Whumpee’s neck. 

[suncaptor]

Lucifer doses Sam with a love potion in preparation of being around Jack so he won't fuck anything up with their little family ☠️☠️

[whump-queen]

captive whumpee kept intermittently drugged out of their mind, fading in and out of consciousness randomly,

with no idea what whumper did to them while they were knocked out.

[generic-whumperz]

When Whumper only uses low-voltage electrical shock, water boarding, and drugs to torture Whumpee because they don’t leave marks so no one suspects a thing. ;)

[whumpy-bi]

Bingo: Non-Con Drugging

From @a-crumb-of-whump’s interrogation bingo card!

Warnings: restraints, non consensual drugging, cursing, captivity, mentions of electrocution, needles

Words: 498

Whumpee had been alone for a while now, nearly managing to fall asleep in the silence despite being strapped to a metal table. The soldiers had finally left some time ago, after what seemed like hours and hours of the same cycle—they would ask her a question, wait for an answer, and begin using the chair’s systems to electrocute her for minutes on end before they’d ask again.

She’d kept herself quiet the entire time, gritting her teeth and grunting through the pain. She kept an echo in her head, repeating it nonstop. Don’t let them see it hurts, don’t give in. Once you let them in, they’ll never stop.

Whumpee winced as the door opened again, reluctantly opening her eyes as a newcomer approached the table. Based on his uniform, she guessed he was a higher ranking officer.

The officer stared down at her briefly, looking through the recorded logs on the side of the table. He spoke aloud, presumably to the cameras in the room that had been rolling throughout the interrogation.

“This is Whumper, giving an initial report. Whumpee has refused to comply with any questioning thus far, showing clear defiance and resistance to routine questioning…”

Whumpee finally spoke up, rolling her eyes. “‘Questioning’, right, it was torture—“

Whumper continued on, as if he didn’t hear her. “I have been given express permission to advance the techniques for this prisoner…good, that’s good.”

Whumpee found herself tugging at her restraints automatically. “What—what does that mean? What are you doing?”

Whumper finally seemed to hear her, pressing some buttons on the console. He answered matter-of-factly, clearly very unbothered. “Just trying a new method of persuasion, that’s all. Unless…you’d be willing to answer our questions now?”

“Fuck off.”

“Right, as expected…” He pulled a switch, and a robotic arm extended from the console. Whumpee’s eyes went wide as she spotted a syringe attached to it, immediately beginning to squirm as it came closer.

“I’d advise you not to move, miss. It’ll hurt more.”

Despite her fury and terror, Whumpee froze, and held still as the robotic arm injected whatever it was into her system.

“What did you just do…?” Despite her best efforts, Whumpee’s voice cracked as she looked up at her new interrogator.

The smug bastard was smirking. He addressed the recording once more. “Administered interrogation drug number one, expected to take effect in a few seconds…” His smirk grew as he looked down at her. “Feel anything?”

The drug hit Whumpee in a moment, making her entire body feel loose and heavy. Her eyes glazed over a bit, her mouth clumsily opening and closing a few times. Whumper leaned in closer, seeming to inspect her eyes for something. “Good…there it is.”

He clapped his hands together, the sound vaguely startling Whumpee. She noticed that everything began to feel…more distinct, more abrasive. Even the air around her felt like too much.

Whumper’s voice cut through her ears like a knife.

“Let’s talk about Caretaker, then, shall we?”

[whumpflash]

Acacia Aneura: On and Up

cw: noncon drugging, beating aftermath, slavery/captivity, branding, briefly mentioned noncon

previous ///// masterlist ///// next

×××

Most scavs were loners at heart, and Judd was no exception. He had friends back at the camp, sure. They'd swap tips, share tools, maybe even split a haul if someone came up empty handed. But not a single one would stick their neck out for him. Judd didn't expect them to. He sure as hell wouldn't do it for them, not if he could get away scott-free.

So why the fuck had Skye come back for him?

The thought burned away at his skull, dancing the fucking two-step with the bitter dismay of his failure to escape. 

Judd and Skye were each fitted with heavy restraints, courtesy of the slaver's market; an apology to the buyer for the hassle the pair had caused. The man saw fit to drug them both for the ride as well, pinching Judd's nose and forcing his jaw apart when he tried to fight it. Not Compliance, but something thick and bitter that leadened his limbs and made him drowsy. The two captives were tossed into a storage compartment in the back of the buyer's transport, and locked inside.

Judd tried to reposition himself in a way that didn't put too much pressure on his bound arms, grimacing as the compartment began to rumble with the start of the vehicle's motor. This was it, then. He was about to disappear from the wastes, maybe forever. 

As shitty and brutal as the desert could be, it was still his home, and the fear of leaving it all behind overpowered the heavy pull of the drug, keeping him from slipping under.

Beside him, he could feel Skye struggling into a better position. There was hardly any room to move between the two of them, and by the time he stopped his squirming, he was leaning heavy on Judd. Any other circumstance, he would've shoved the other man away. Cussed him out. But the drug and his throbbing head and the feeling that he owed the older man something, kept him silent.

For some reason, he was caught by surprise when Skye spoke.

"Listen close, bully," he mumbled, his words coming out half-slurred. "Man who has us is very rich, and he came down to the market himself. Hand-picked you." He paused, taking a shaky breath. "Means he has a purpose already in mind for you. Likely either as a pit fighter or a pet."

"Pet?" Judd repeated.

"Bedslave," Skye replied, confirming what Judd already knew, and intensifying the sinking feeling in his stomach.

He clenched his jaw, willing the feeling away. It didn't have to happen. He could still escape.

But even as he thought it, he knew how pointless that hope was.

"What about you?" he asked.

The older man shrugged against him. "I'm an afterthought. Pits or labor. Doesn't matter." His voice sharpened. "You need to get him to make you a fighter. Don't know if that's what he's already got planned, but if it's not, you need to change his mind."

Judd scowled, despite knowing Skye couldn't see it. "What difference does it make? Still a slave either way."

"Fighters need to put on a show," Skye said, suppressing a wince as he shifted again. "They escape the drugs, the Compliance, at least when they're getting ready for a match. They get to train. It's your best chance at escape."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"The better your chances, the less I have to worry about you."

Judd grunted, pressing his cheek against the metal inner wall of the transport. "You should've just fucking ran," he said in a near-whisper.

"That's where you're wrong," Skye replied. "I couldn't be responsible for a fellow scav losing his freedom."

"Now you're responsible for two."

Skye had no response for that. Judd pushed further into the wall, until the pressure on his face built to something almost painful, biting past the dragging effects of the drug. He was going about this wrong, he knew. He was shackled, in the hands of a man who thought he could own him, on the way to a city that might as well be alien. He needed all the allies he could get.

"What about the kid?" Judd said, changing the subject. "Is he—?"

"She is miles away at our camp. Safe." The way he said it sounded almost sad. Resigned.

"What's going to happen to her if you're…" Judd bit the inside of his cheek. "With me?"

A sigh from Skye. "She… I told her not to come after me. Said if I was gone more than a week, to just move on."

"Just move on?"

"Hell knows if she'll listen or not." Affectionate. "Evyr'll be okay. She's a tough kid. She knows I wouldn't just leave her. That if I don't come back it's… it's because I can't."

Judd swallowed. "You said becoming a fighter's the best chance at escape. You think there is a chance then?"

"There's always a chance. Tough one, but scavs are tough. We can make it, but we gotta stick together best we can."

"Thought you said you don't wanna have to worry about me?"

"Doesn't mean I'm gonna leave you high and dry. Faster alone, further together, ever hear that saying?"

The transport suddenly stopped, metal shuddering and creaking. Judd flinched as an odd feeling spread over him, a drop in his stomach. Were they..?

"Don't panic," Skye mumbled. "It's the lifting mechanism. Moves transports up to the floating cities. Kind of like a… shit, y'don't know what an elevator is, do you?" He sighed. "It's taking us up. That's what's important."

"What about getting back down?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Judd grunted in response. How the fuck did Skye know so much, anyway? How could he be so sure about any of this?

The odd drop in his stomach stopped before long, and soon after, the transport slowed. A pair of burly men, neither of them the buyer, threw open the door to the storage compartment and hefted its occupants out. Judd's legs gave out the moment he tried to put any weight on them, the drug's lingering effects rearing their ugly head. 

They were in a small concrete bay, empty aside from the transport, and cold. They had air cooling units at Judd's camp, but they didn't offer much against the heat of the wastes, and were nothing compared to the chill of the room. 

In the light, Skye was looking worse for the wear; blood drying on his lips, in his hair, one eye swelling shut. With the hits Judd had taken, he doubted he looked much better, and the pain and the cool air and the drug all combined to leave him shivering. No doubt the picture of a pathetic mess. 

The buyer was climbing down from the passenger compartment of the transport, and it gave Judd some meager comfort to see that he was sporting a black eye.

"Where do you want them, Mr. Burke?" One of the burly men hefted him to his knees by the collar, and he winced as it dug into his already-bruised throat, adjusting his position so he could still fucking breathe.

"Have them processed and put in a holding cell," Burke responded, adjusting his shirt collar. "I still need to decide on a sufficient punishment." He disappeared through a shiny white door as soon as he finished spouting the instructions, and his goons hauled Judd and Skye roughly to their feet, pulling them to a second, significantly less shiny door.

It opened on a staircase that was somehow even colder than the bay room. Getting down it while chained and dizzy was no easy feat, but both men managed to reach the bottom without falling.

There was a hall, then another door, and another, and then they seemed to have reached their destination; yet another fucking concrete room.

Rubber tubes dangled from the ceiling, and below them, rows of metal drawers lined the walls. In one corner sat a squat furnace. If not for the absence of any parts, it'd look like the kind of repair bays Judd had seen in the grounded cities. A pretty well-equipped one at that.

The man holding Judd dragged him toward one of the hanging tubes, pulling the chain around his neck taut and attaching it to a hook above his head. Burke's goon grabbed the nearest tube and took a step back, angling it at Judd, who let out a strangled gasp as a jet of cold water came spurting out.

Somewhere behind him, he could hear the sound of tearing fabric, followed by protesting curses. Skye was getting the same treatment.

The stream of water soaked into his hair, drenched his skin, worsened his shivering. He watched as the red dust of the wastes washed off him, trickled into the drain.

So much water. A city luxury stealing what little he had left of his home. How stupid was he, to mourn for dust?

The man unhooked his collar and dragged him closer to the furnace. If nothing else, Judd was grateful for the slight heat coming from it, lessening the chill that gripped him. He felt the goon reach behind him, fastening his wrists to the wall.

"Don't move, or this will be a lot worse."

The other goon was hauling Skye over, attaching his restraints to another point in the wall to keep him in place as he reached towards the furnace, pulling out a long metal rod.

A choked, almost fearful sound escaped Skye, and only then did Judd realize what was about to happen. He thrashed, as if he were capable of breaking metal with something as weak as fear. The restraints dug painfully into his wrists.

"Shit— shit, no, don't—!"

"Hold him."

A hand closed around the back of his collar, yanking his head back, better exposing his chest.

Judd cursed as the red-hot iron came closer to him, too panicked to make out the outline of whatever it was they were about to brand him with. He tried again to jerk away, but the man holding him gripped the collar tighter, cutting off his air.

The metal seared into his skin, right below his collarbone, and his scream came out strangled, warped by the pressure on his throat.

Vision white, dizzy from the drug and the pain and the lack of air, Judd's legs buckled. The goon holding his collar caught him, wrapping an arm around his waist and propping him up.

The smell of his own burning flesh was like cooking meat, and it sickened him that it made him feel almost hungry, of all things.

Judd blinked away tears, breathing through clenched teeth as he waited for the pain to ebb, even just a little.

Across from him, Skye's head was hung as the man with the iron approached him, the burning brand in his grip.

The older man didn't try to struggle or curse. He didn't even look up.

But he still let out a blood-curdling scream as the iron pressed into his skin.

When it came away, leaving Skye panting, though still upright, it left behind a bright red circle with a pair of B's in it, mirroring each other, as if to form the outline of a butterfly.

They did Skye's on the right side, not over his heart like Judd's, and when he squinted through blurry vision he could see why.

Over Skye's heart, below his collarbone, was a different mark. An encircled pair of X's, one overlapping the other.

Another brand.

×××

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @kixngiggles

[shywhumpauthor]

Whumper drugging Whumpee to keep them calm in public places.

Maybe they give them a little too much and Whumpee is left to lean on them, barely conscious, probably drooling as Whumper glares at anyone who dares give them a weird look.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 118.1

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[triforce-of-mischief]

Dragged to Dreamland

Febuwhump Day 18: Can't stay awake

Whump count: non-consensual drugging (misinformed ingestion of sleepytime tea)

Word count: 470

Summary: When Warriors refuses to sleep, Sky takes matters into his own hands.

AO3

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Warriors had lost track of how many days it had been since he had last slept. Had it been a week yet, or was he too exhausted to tell the difference? Pure paranoia and adrenaline were all that kept him from a restful sleep. And, of course, more coffee than even Legend drank daily. The vet kept giving him incredulous glances, and Warriors hoped that it wouldn’t spread through the group and evolve into well-intended suspicion. He could deal with this himself, and would rather do so without eight overprotective heroes watching his every move.

He took as many watches as Time would allow, and convinced his half-asleep brothers to give him the rest. He was alert while they walked and rehearsed sword drills during their breaks. He had the feeling that something big was coming, and he was determined to be ready for it.

That evening, nobody bothered to argue when he said, “I’ll take first watch.” Time simply sighed while Sky sat beside Wild and positioned a kettle over the fire. Warriors set out his bedroll, more out of boredom than anything. He was surprised when Sky approached him a few minutes later, bearing a single steaming mug.

“I brewed some tea for you,” Sky said, and Warriors stared at him. Sky chuckled nervously and touched the back of his neck with his free hand. “Oh, not the kind you’re thinking of! It’s an energizing blend with natural caffeine from stamina fruits so you don’t have to struggle through your watch. Of course, if you don’t want it…”

Warriors jumped up and practically snatched the mug out of Sky’s hand. “No, no, that sounds perfect. Thank you.”

He drank the entire concoction within a few minutes, and waited for it to take effect. He talked with the others for a while and noticed with no small amount of alarm that the tea seemed to have the wrong effect. His words began to slur, punctuated by frequent yawns, and it was a challenge to keep his eyes open.

“Hey, Sky?” Warriors said, biting back another yawn. “I don’t think your tea worked. I need my coffee, where is it?”

“You don’t need your coffee,” Sky said with a relieved smile. “You need to rest. I lied about the tea. Hopefully you can forgive me.”

“You… you lied to me?” Warriors’ thoughts were turning sluggish with the impending doom of forced sleep. “How could you- you betrayed my trust. I have to protect you and you betrayed me…”

The last thing he saw before his eyes fell shut was Sky’s shocked and guilty expression. He had no idea what he had just done to Warriors. Muted feelings of anger and horror and disbelief drifted through Warriors’ mind, then sleep dragged him down until he couldn’t feel anything at all.

[cupcakes-and-pain]

Rat: CYOA 6

Masterlist

You allow him to scurry up, ignoring the judgmental stares. It is difficult for him, of course, and he whimpers as he forces his bruised and broken limbs to climb you. Unable to watch him out himself through that pain, you give him quite a bit of help.

Once he is settled on your lap, you resume petting him. Rat whines and buries his head in your shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay,” you whisper, but Virginia seems to hear you anyway.

“You know what? You’ve had your turn, friend.” She spits out the last word like acid, and the grin on her face is definitely forced. “Don’t be so greedy and give the rest of us a chance.”

The closest person to you yanks Rat away before you can even respond. He howls and struggles, trying to cling to you, but as soon as you’re far enough away, he starts leaning into the other person’s arms. His body chases the heat and melts into their harsh touch.

“Gross!” They shout, throwing him to the floor and wipe off their hands after he tried to cuddle up next to them. Rat cries in pain and you hear a crack as his skull makes contact with the ground. He is motionless for a moment and your heart skips a beat, but thankfully, you can see he is breathing a moment later.

You study him frantically, trying to take in damage, but then someone blocks your view. You look up and are only able to take in Virginia’s huge, muscular arms before-

THWACK

You would’ve fallen over in your chair, except that Virginia grabs you by the shirt collar and lifts you up. Your feet can barely scrape the floor.

“I know you’re new, and so maybe you didn’t know. But here, at my parties, my guests have a choice. Either they do what I want, or they are no longer guests. The lucky ones get kicked out and never come back. And the unlucky ones, well, remember that Rat isn’t the only one of its kind. But I’m going to give you one more chance. Go home and pull yourself together. I have another party tomorrow. Be there and prove that you can fall in line, or else. Understand?”

You nod.

“Speak!”

“Yes ma’am. I understand.”

She half drops half tosses you, and it takes all of you to not fall on your butt. You waste no time in running out the door. Only able to focus on getting out of there, you run right into Jai, knocking both of you over.

“Who the fuck— !! Oh, it’s you. …Where are you going?”

You are able to give them a quick explanation despite your panting.

They become very serious. “Right, well, I don’t want to get in trouble either, but you seemed like the most normal guest in there, and I do not want to lose the only person with any critical thinking skill. Do not let this go to your head. I will not be helping you with any thing unless you take this offer right now. Meet me before the party, at this address. I can help teach you what to do and say to avoid getting kicked out again or worse.”

They thrust a paper with an address written on it into your hand, then are shoving you further into the parking lot. Before you can say anything to Jai, they’re gone.

Welp. Looks like tomorrow is going to be interesting, no matter which way it goes.

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[serickswrites]

I've got a request that comes in only 2 words: Delirium, Sedation. Do with them what you will, your work is always great!!✨️✨️✨️

Hello anon! (I shall call you 3 star anon!) This sounds wonderful. And thank you so much for the compliment! I do appreciate it so, and I am so, so glad that you are enjoying my work!

Without further ado, here is your request.

Warnings: captivity, torture, wounds, infection, delirium, noncon drugging

Whumper frowned as they stared down at Whumpee. Whumpee was shivering and shaking, curled up in a heap on the ground. Whumper could see the sweat shining on their forehead, soaking their hair. And they could hear Whumpee muttering and murmuring to themself.

"Get up," Whumper ordered as they nudged Whumpee near the open gash on their ribs.

Whumpee flinched. "Please. Home. This is home. This is a nightmare. I'm dreaming. Five more minutes, Caretaker. Please. Please."

Whumper nudged Whumpee a little harder. "This is not a dream. Get. Up. Now," Whumper's voice had dropped to a deep growl. They had things to do. And they wanted Whumpee up and awake for what was to come.

Whumpee continued to mutter and murmur to themself. And completely ignore what Whumper had ordered. With a growl, they pulled Whumpee up by their hair. Whumpee's eyes were dulled with fever, their gaze listless and empty. "Fuck!" Whumper dropped Whumpee again. This is not what they wanted to be doing today.

They rolled Whumpee onto their back, revealing the red and oozing wound on their side. Whumper could feel the heat radiating off Whumpee. They started to lay hands on Whumpee's side, but Whumpee let out an unearthly scream. And didn't stop.

"KNOCK IT OFF!" Whumper roared. But Whumpee took no notice and continued to scream.

Whumper pulled a vial from the table and grabbed a syringe. They plunged the full syringe into Whumpee's neck and depressed it. Whumpee's scream slowly abated, their body relaxing as they continued to murmur and mutter while the sedative took affect. This was not how they wanted their day to go. But they didn't want a headache from Whumpee's screams.

Still. There was a lot they could do while Whumpee was unconscious.

[whumpy-bi]

Controlled Environment

Words: 343

Warnings: lab whump, psychological experiments, non con drugging, kidnapping, rescue, hallucinations

Whumper watched Whumpee from his control room, sharp eyes observing the CCTV footage from above his fourth cup of coffee.

Whumpee was pounding at the wall again, their hands clawing and grabbing and swiping at something Whumper couldn’t see. He chuckled to himself, switching cameras to see closer. She must be seeing a door.

He switched on his recorder, the amused smile still evident in his voice.

“Whumpee is reasonably responsive to the new formula. No physical side effects, only intended effects of hallucinations and paranoia…” He tilted his head to the side. “Subject appears to be hallucinating avenues of escape, perhaps as a subconscious coping mechanism. Activating audio stimuli now.”

Whumpee’s cell was suddenly filled with sound, a horrid mixture of human screams of agony and raw screeching of car tires. She scrambled for the bed, hiding underneath it and presumably covering her ears. As if that’d help.

Whumper watched with intrigue, switching cameras again and smiling. Whumpee was wailing in fear, desperately trying to curl further in on themselves.

“New gas formula, combined with audio stimuli…appears to be extremely effective,” Whumper said into the recorder, flipping a switch on the control panel. “Administering another dose now, we’ll—“

A pop-up covered Whumpee’s agonized face.

Denied. Emergency safeguards activated. Gas dispensers and speakers are deactivated until the door is closed and no risk is posed to personnel.

Whumper frowned. “Shit, what—oh.”

When he switched to the hallway camera, he rolled his eyes. Caretaker—they considered Whumper an ‘enemy’, but Whumper considered them more of an annoyance—was jamming a screwdriver into the cell door’s security panel.

He watched as Caretaker rushed in, clearly dropping to their knees and trying to coax Whumpee out. As Whumpee threw themselves into Caretaker's waiting arms, Whumper couldn’t have rolled their eyes harder.

Whumper switched cameras once again, watching as Caretaker carried their friend out of the facility and back to their car. He briefly considered following them, but ultimately shook his head and leaned back in his office chair.

“They can have her. I learned what I wanted to.”

[whump-queen]

(psst- you should drug some of your defiant anons like in your recent post)

sincerely,

anon watching all of this with a bucket of popcorn

(referencing this)

oh I like you, 🍿anon

this is an excellent idea… and I happen to know just the anon who’d benefit from a needle to the neck