DRUGGED WHUMP

Drugged whump is my fucking jam like

-Drugs that make the whumpee talkative and honest

-Promised pain meds that are actually aphrodisiacs

-Drugs that make the whumpee sleepy and vulnerable, becoming drowsy and affectionate even if they usually were terrified or disgusted by their whumper

-Drugs that make the whumpee angry, aggressive, and energetic - easily manipulated in this state to even attack others at the behest of their whumper

-Finally getting pain meds after living in constant pain for ages and being brought to tears by the relief

-Super strong pain meds that make the whumpee slow and stoned, unable to defend themselves verbally or physically

-An allergic reaction to some pain meds or antibiotics - will the whumper risk bringing them to the hospital? Do they have a doctor who will help on the hush? Do they leave their whumpee to suffer through on their own?

- MEDS A WHUMPEE NEEDS TO FUNCTION, do they have to struggle to live without them? Does the whumper give them meds but on the condition of good behavior? Does the whumpee refuse the meds? Does the whumper give them their meds but secretly replace them with something else?

-Drugs that make a whumpee hallucinate - what do they see? Are they scared? Are they emboldened?

-Sleeping meds, keeping the whumpee too drowsy and weak to try to escape

- Stimulants, forcing a whumpee to stay up for days, sleep deprivation, forced labor

- Drugs slipped into food and drink, not knowing what’s happening when they start to feel funny

-Whumpee being forced to eat or drink something they KNOW is drugged but having no choice

-Injecting a whumpee with a syringe, the sharp pain of the injection and then the terrifying realization that they’ve been drugged, begging the whumper to tell them what they just gave them

-The whumpee trying to drug their whumpee, maybe hoping to make an escape attempt, but being caught and forced to consume whatever it was themselves

- Starving a whumpee and then finally offering them some food, they know it is drugged but struggle to resist the temptation of the food, they are just so hungry

- Drugging a whumpee and letting them go, them being so overwhelmed with relief that they can finally escape, only to collapse just a few feet away from freedom

-Making a whumpee dependent on drugs, so they become even more dependent on their whumper, their Whumper threatening to take away the drugs as punishment knowing the horrible withdrawals they would go through from being cut off

- Drugs that paralyze the whumpee while leaving them conscious, the whumper getting to manipulate their body like a doll while they are horrified but unable to struggle

-Drugs that paralyze the whumpee’s legs, so they have to drag themselves anywhere they go

DRUGSSSSSSSS

If you use any of these prompts, please @ me, I’d love to read it!

Oooo. I'm definitely going to take a look at this again!!

@delightful-dreadful I’m actually working on a Hannibal fanfic including a LOT of drugging, if you’re interested :) an excerpt is posted on my page ^^

A caretaker appears...

Warnings: box boy universe, dehumanization, people as pets, mentions of punishments and restraints, noncon drugging, memory loss.

This one is more angst than whump, but sets up a bit more detail of what Kit’s daily life is like. Enjoy!

[Beginning]

It had been a busy day, and they were only halfway through it. There was still the entire afternoon to go before he could put the products—pets, and they were anxious pets today—back in their crates. Until the uneasy feeling in his gut might settle back to bearable levels.

One went this morning, to a tight lipped woman who looked stern and sounded harried. She chose Freckles. Not the first Freckles Kit had ever named, probably not the last, but he tried to commit her face to memory all the same. Someone should know, someone should wonder about her. How was she, would she settle, would they take care of her? Freckles was quiet and uncomplaining, hardly dared to move unless cajoled into it half the time. What would her life be like with an impatient owner, who barely took the time to get to know her, and chose her based on looks not compatibility?

Freckles had glowed, given Kit a shy smile. He recognised it: relief. To be picked was better. He knew that, they all knew that. A permanent home meant no longer being rejected. It meant not living in this limbo where every day you didn’t get chosen might inspire Emile’s wrath, bring down the threat of further training to get you ready. It was better that Freckles was gone… so why did he care? Why did he always care?

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