older doctor who gets me to not be afraid of sedation anymore, rubbing my tdick as i go under so that my half-awake mind associates the drugs with pleasure
Maybe they're in too much pain, or they need to undergo a medical procedure or maybe they're violent after being rescued, holding onto the "fight to survive" state of mind.
Imagine Whumpee thrashing around, pushing doctors away, putting up a fight while screaming and crying, begging to be left alone.
Imagine Caretaker grabbing their wrists or legs to keep them still and shushing them, risking to get hurt as well by Whumpee's wild behaviour.
Imagine Whumpee slowing down, struggling to keep their eyes open, and one last sob dying in their throat as they finally lose consciousness.
Villain drugging Hero with a relatively slow-acting sedative, then scolding them for not paying attention to (and/or nodding off during) their evil monologue
Synopsis: The reader is intoxicated, doesn’t recognize their partner, and says something along the lines of the post title. Alex, Eden, and Bailey are the focus for this post, all being gender neutral.
Contains: gn!reader, alcohol, medical sedation, noncon drugging, noncon reference
Words: 1,053
Alex:
The two of you had broken out the liquor that night, dancing and overall goofing off. It hadn’t taken long before you were wasted, barely able to hold yourself up. With a faster metabolism, Alex was only moderately drunk. Helping you to the couch, they laid you sideways just in case you couldn’t hold your dinner.
They left shortly to fetch an empty bucket and some water. Handing you the water, you sipped absentmindedly. Watching you struggle with coordination, spilling water all down your shirt, they found the sight adorable and leaned in to peck your lips.
You tilted your head so their lips only grazed your chin. “Oh… You’re really cute, but I’m not available.”
Flattered but tinged with worry, they encouraged you to explain further. “Taken?”
“Mhm! I have a partner. They’re so cute and strong—oh, and they smell really, really nice. I’m so happy we’re together.” You gushed about this mystery partner. Alex’s mood fell, stung by your words.
“Is that right...?” They mumbled rhetorically.
“Yeah. Can I tell you something?” You pause to glance around as if someone else could be listening, not waiting for their response to continue. “I stole their body wash so I could still smell them even when we’re apart.”
That was you? Wait, then that means you were talking about them. Breathing a sigh of relief, they’re reassured knowing you rejected their advances only because you thought they were an admittedly cute stranger.
“My lips are sealed.” Settling beside you, they begin to quiz you. “Why don’t you tell me about this handsome, strong, and good-smelling partner of yours?”
They couldn’t wait to tease you once you sobered up.
Eden:
The procedure had gone well; simple but necessary. Eden’s hatred of hospitals was a well-known fact, but what they hated more than that was the thought of you being in a hospital alone and too doped up to protect yourself. So, here they were, waiting by your bedside for you to wake up. They cradled your hand in their own, rubbing their hand across your knuckles.
Blearily, your eyelashes fluttered open, unfocused. They smirked ever so slightly, noticing a similarity to how you looked out right now and how you looked blissed out on their dick/strap-on.
You swiveled your head around aimlessly before your eyes connected with their own. Your mouth fell open, eyes filling with an emotion they couldn’t determine.
“Whoa… Who’s the cutie?” You looked to a nurse for answers.
Eden felt their cheeks warm, unable to stop the small smile from forming on their lips. Chuckling, they leaned in and captured your lips with their own. You really were too adorable to resist.
You stared at them in a daze, blinking cutely with those wide eyes of yours. Words seeming to have finally found you, you blurted out, “Th-the cutie kissed me!”
From behind, they heard the nurses chuckling. Suddenly aware you weren’t alone, they bowed their head to hide their reddening face. This only prompted more light-hearted laughter.
You still thought they were cute even though you didn’t recognize them? Well, they wondered how you might react once they told you they were your spouse.
Bailey:
They had been about to retire for the night when they received a call to come pick up their ward. Apparently, the drugs some guests slipped into your drink were too strong for you to handle, and they didn’t fancy fucking an unconscious orphan.
They arrived not long later, visibly disgruntled as they pushed through the throng of bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sweat as laughter echoed around the excessively lavish mansion.
When Bailey finally arrived at the room you had been cooped up in, they found you sprawled naked across the bed, looking pale and disoriented. Your skin had turned a sickly hue, making the bruises and ejaculate littering your body all that much more apparent. This wasn’t exactly the scene they had envisioned when those rich freaks approached them to purchase you for the evening.
“Who knew it would get this messy?” they muttered, peering down at your pitiful form. With a grimace, they took off their jacket to wrap you with. You jerked at the sudden contact, peering up at them with tired eyes.
“Who are you?” You mumbled, squinting beneath the harsh fluorescent light. Whatever they gave you must’ve really fucked you if you couldn’t even recognize your tormentor.
“Quit squirming. I’m taking you home,” they snapped as they scooped you into their arms and trudged out of the room. People stared as you passed, some trying to catch a feel but ultimately shrinking back under Bailey’s glare.
“For someone so cute, you’re not very nice.” You slurred, eyes struggling to stay open as you nestled into their chest.
Bailey blinked, taken aback by your unexpected compliment and sudden surge of affection.
“Shut up,” they grumbled before kicking the front door open; the night air nipped at their now exposed arms.
They barked at a straggling partygoer to open the passenger side car door. As they settled you into the passenger seat of their pristine car, you took advantage of the moment. Without warning, you grabbed the front of their shirt, pulling them in close. Stunned, they felt a rush of warmth flood their cheeks as you stole a fleeting kiss.
They pulled back with a growl, the warmth of your lips sending shockwaves through their body.
“Sorry, just couldn’t help myself,” you giggled with a lopsided grin. “Your lips just looked so kissable.”
Slamming the car door shut, they stomped to the driver’s side and slid behind the wheel. The drive home was quiet, marked only by the soft hum of the engine and the muffled sound of your breathing beside them. You leaned against the door, your eyelids drooping as exhaustion overtook you. Fucking great, not only was their jacket stained with cum, you were drooling all down the side of their door interior.
Bailey gripped the wheel tightly, desperately trying to shake the thoughts that clouded their mind. Your lips—how soft they had felt against theirs. They shifted in their seat, recalling the brief moment of contact, fighting against the heat creeping up their neck. “What the hell was that?” they muttered to themself, resolutely avoiding looking at you for the rest of the drive.
Marcus knows his role on his team: he’s the one who carries the gun, makes the hard calls - and takes the hits. He has no time or patience for anyone or anything else. But when Jake - a brand-new recruit Marcus has been tasked with training - messes up on his first mission and gets them both captured, nothing could prepare Marcus for the way his world quickly spirals out of control.
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Masterlist
This is a series. Start here, continued from here.
Levy: (historical) the act of enlisting someone for military service
Contents: living weapon, post-surgery, sedation, needles, medical whump, paranoia, bionic enhancements, amputation, touch aversed Marcus
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“Marcus?”
He groaned softly. He was… Well, he was, he existed, and that was a good start. His eyelids fluttered. The white ceiling of the space he lay in flashed in and out of view. He rolled his tongue around his mouth, and tasted the dry, tacky inside of his teeth.
There was no pain, either. He reached for his shoulder with his left hand.
“Whoa, wait,” Todd said, seizing Marcus’s wrist. “Not yet. Like I told you, it’ll be about twenty-four hours before the tissue fully grows to fuse with the arm. You’ve got a sling on for now, okay? That sound good?”
Marcus swallowed tightly. His eyes slowly focused on Todd’s face, hovering a few inches above his own. “Why do I feel so weird?” he croaked.
“I ended up sedating you,” Todd said, releasing Marcus’s wrist. “You don’t remember that? You started to pass out and… and panic, I guess. I couldn’t manage both you and the install. I asked you if I could… you said—”
The memory flashed behind Marcus’s eyes, here and gone in an instant.
“D-do whatever the fuck you… fuck, I… I can’t… Jake…”
He nodded weakly. “I let you,” he said. “I remember.”
Todd let out a breath. “Yeah. I didn’t… I didn’t… force…”
Marcus’s eyes pricked with tears, with relief. “Y-yeah,” he said softly. “I know.” He glanced down at his… at his one remaining flesh-and-blood arm. He was still receiving fluids through an IV taped to the inside of his elbow. Suspicion prickled in the back of his mind as his eyes followed the tubing up to the bag hanging from a stand by his head. “And am I… are you… still giving me… something?”
Lars stepped away from the wall, looking even more exhausted than when they brought him to this place. “Nothing in there but saline, Marcus,” they said. “I’ll… if it’ll make you feel better, we can put a line in me, give me some. I’m probably dehydrated as it is.” They shrugged and leaned against the foot of the surgical table Marcus lay on.
He met their gaze, trembling slightly as he opened and closed his hand. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For… for bringing me here. For everything.”
A smile tugged at their lips. “Yeah, Marcus. I’m glad I could help. Truly. I wish you’d come to me sooner, but I’m glad you came to me at all. I’m glad that this—” They gestured at his shoulder. “—worked out.”
Marcus finally allowed himself to glance down at Todd’s handiwork. Clean, tidy dressings stretched across his shoulder, obscuring the border between his amputated flesh and the shiny new arm.
Looking at the arm, though, made him feel dizzy all over again. Not with nausea or pain – but with awe. The intricate metal piece extended from his shoulder like it had always belonged on his body, and Todd had just been waiting to attach it. It lay against his chest, cradled in a medical grade sling – an astronomically expensive piece of equipment gifted to a broken Lev like someone else might give someone else a dollar. He gingerly ran the fingertips of his flesh hand along a seam in his new bicep. He didn’t feel the touch. He hadn’t expected to.
“That touch is a little light for the sensors to be able to pick up and transmit,” Todd said. “They do better with firmer pressure. The muscles are the things that are going to take the full twenty-four hours, but… you might have some neurological attachments formed already. Here.” He reached out and gently took Marcus’s metal fingers in his. “Let me know if you can feel this.” He squeezed Marcus’s second and third fingers and watched Marcus’s face.
Marcus’s stomach swooped as the sensation passed through him. There was something not quite perfect about it – as if he was being touched through a glove. But he felt it. He felt it.
“Holy shit,” he breathed.
Todd grinned. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I kinda live for this part.”
Marcus tried to sit up. “I—”
“Let me help,” Todd said. “You use your shoulder for a lot more than you think.” He scooped his arm behind Marcus’s shoulders and lifted. Marcus’s skin crawled, but he allowed the touch. It was better than tearing a connection between himself and the new arm and ruining Todd’s handiwork.
He swung his legs down off the table and sat on the edge. “Okay,” he croaked. “I’m… Todd, I can’t thank you enough for this. Twenty-four hours, and then I can start looking for Jake, right? I’m not sure where I’m going to start, but… I know he was arrested. I have a date. I can work backward from there.”
Lars cleared their throat. “I have a lead, if you want somewhere more definitive to start.”
Marcus leveled his gaze at them. “You have… a lead? And you—”
And you didn’t tell me?
They wet their lips, as if they could tell what he was thinking. “Yeah,” they said. “I do. I’ll tell you on one condition. But it’s a pretty fucking large, very firm condition.”
Rage and distrust rose in Marcus’s gut as he stared them down. “And that is?”
“That you stay with either me or Todd for the full twenty-four hours once I tell you. Todd isn’t fucking around with this. You will absolutely tear your shit up if you try to go after Jake before the nanobots have the time to finish with their work. And I’m telling you, you cannot save Jake if you don’t let them work.”
Todd nodded. “I left as much of your own tissue in as I possibly could,” he said. “But if you do… any amount of activity before the time is up… I’ll have to go in, remove more tissue, and do the entire install over again. The clock will start again. So you… really do need to not use that arm at all for twenty-four hours.”
Marcus ground his teeth in annoyance. “I get it,” he said. “Now will you tell me what the fuck this lead is?”
Lars huffed and tilted their head back. “Well,” they said. “This town is a pretty good place to live – AMTEC usually leaves us alone in general – but there is one person in town who I know for sure is an AMTEC employee. Lower level, definitely, since he lives here and takes the train into the city for work every day, but… he’s AMTEC. So… I don’t know. Might be a good place to start.”
Heat flooded Marcus’s throat. He felt his bionic hand twitch against his chest, felt it want to curl into a fist – or curl around this person’s throat.
Someone from AMTEC lives in this town and I had no idea. I could have gone after them from the start. I could have figured out where Jake was weeks ago and—
And what? He couldn’t have saved Jake, not without a working right arm. He needed Todd to fix him before he saved Jake. He couldn’t have done anything without Todd, and without Lars, either.
He nodded once, jaw clenched so tight it was making his head hurt.
Lars swallowed. “You still need to wait the full—”
“I know,” Marcus said through his teeth. “I won’t go after this person until I’m better. I promise.” He rolled his head on his neck and had to stop himself from rolling his shoulders. “But once I’m better… just give me an address, or give me a name. I’ll start with this person. And I’m not going to stop until I have Jake back.”
Or until the entirety of AMTEC is burning. If Jake is dead, there isn’t anything on this planet that can save a single one of those fuckers now.
Continued here
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