#forced 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.

[sleepy-lump-of-moss]

A trope I absolutely love: forcing Whumpee unconscious. There’s so many different ways you can go about it.

Whumpee receiving a blow to the head that knocks them out almost instantly. Their eyes roll back and their body goes limp as they crumple to the floor.

Whumper shoots Whumpee with a tranquilizer dart. Maybe it’s to knock them out in order to kidnap them, or maybe it’s in retaliation to an escaping Whumpee. A Whumpee who can see safety, it’s just barely out of their reach. When suddenly they feel a pinch in their back/shoulder/etc, and their body begins betraying them. Their legs stumble and buckle, safety still in sight as their eyes flutter close.

Whumpee is tied down as Whumper injects them with a sedative. Their eyes stare fearfully at the tube in their arm, watching as the liquid flows through. They struggle against their restraints, fighting against the drug with every fiber of their being. Whumper shushes them, telling them to rest.

Alternatively, the sedative is being injected by medical professionals, a last resort to help calm an uncooperative Whumpee who desperately needs medical attention but is too riled up to realize it.

Caretaker crushing and putting sleeping pills in Whumpee’s food/drink. They know Whumpee is gonna hate them for it, but they’re exhausted and have been refusing to sleep or rest. “It’s for their own good,” Caretaker tells themselves. They go through with it, and the guilt for breaking Whumpee’s trust eats at them.

[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.

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

Nothing beats a Doctor Whumper who pins Whumpee down and injects a sedative into their veins so they can strap the soft padded cuffs around Whumpee's wrists and ankles. Then, they stroke a gloved hand over Whumpee's forehead and whisper "I wish you wouldn't make things so much harder for yourself. This if for your own good" , with a patronisingly sympathetic smile.

[cloudedcreams]

𝜗𝜚⋆ (unedited) thinking of a yandere caretaker who needs for you to depend on him.

tw: yandere, drugging

you had been sent to spend a few months in a mental asylum after having been falsely accused of torturing someone. the girl had looked you in the eyes as she made her claims, covered in self inflicted burn scars and cuts that she pinned on you. she deceived your family, painting you to be a psychopath and to live your life behind walls.

you never understood why she did so.

you’d been assigned to a caretaker. he never told you his name, so you referred to him simply as ‘sir’ or something along those lines. you asked him why he was there, and he told you that he had been tasked with monitoring you, ensuring your safety and ensuring the fact that you were okay.

you spent a lot of your days in boredom, tasked with trivial things, like drawing or folding origami. he sat in the corner as you did so sometimes, gazing at you with intent as he wrote down his observations. you wondered who he was showing them to, but he flipped the clipboard when you came too close.

it was a dull routine you held.

you were forced into medication. you had never understood the reason in which you were given pills, but had lacked the ability to decline. he had pushed them past your lips, plugging your nose with his fingers as you struggled and held your head back, forcing them into your throat.

you had choked, asking him why he had done so. he had stared at you calmly, giving you a half-hearted response.

“would you have taken them if it was in your control?”

his answer had made you angry. at yet you found you lacked the energy to complain, to hit him as you would have done so. upon noticing your hesitance he had smiled, holding you by your jaw as he noted down the expression on your face.

“ah, so they’re working. you feel fine now, don’t you?”

the pills made you tired, and you were prescribed to consume two every morning. they kept you from defiance and made it difficult for you to refuse. often even in the solitude you were forced into, you found yourself too exhausted to be able to ponder your escape.

he was happy with your compliance. he cleaned up after you, organising things for you as you used them, and fed you your meals when you felt your arms wouldn’t lift up. he tied your hair behind your ears with ribbons so they wouldn’t interfere with your recreation, and he tucked you into bed each night.