#consensual drugging

[dearcervus]

My boyfriend takes sedatives to sleep, and I can’t help thinking about how fun that would be to play with… pushing pills into a cute boys mouth… playing with him as he drifts off to sleep. Feeling himself slowly fade into unconsciousness no matter how hard he tries to fight it… knowing I could do anything I wanted to him while he slept 🖤

[substanceinduced]

getting so so tipsy & high so you can take advantage of me ^_^

[ifawns]

What is theeeee freakiest fantasy you have abt Dex????? Needing some ideas to run with while I zone out on my couch !!!

idk if this is my freakiest but i feel like it is :(

cw consensual drugging, dubcon/cnc

you agree to let him play out a fantasy of his. drugging. it was all roleplay, of course, but you couldn't help but notice how... prepared he was or just how much he liked it. he gave you enough just to ease your nerves and make you pliable, enough to dumb you down to the point where you could be used like a doll. "such a good girl, so ready for me huh? you like being so high with my dick inside you?" he would taunt you, ask you questions because he knew you couldn't answer.

[b1tchbait]

ugh the idea of actually drugging someone is so fucking fun. lying about how much youre giving someone, saying youre giving them a normal dose of edibles when its actually higher. pouring too much alcohol into their drink but claiming its still just one shot. slipping weed oil into said drink and claiming the liqueur was just expired. i have also slipped things in while cooking or baking and i will likely do it again. not even necessarily to rape them after (though, a bonus), but just to see what i can actually get away with as someone who comes across as relatively harmless

[disassembly-line]

Knockout’s little human struggling with insomnia so he decides to help them out….and help himself too, while he’s at it.

He’s nothing but reassuring when he brings you into his lab, insisting there’s nothing to worry about. You just need a little reset to your sleep schedule, is all. Here, he’ll give you a little something to take, it’s perfectly safe, and it’ll help you wake up nice and refreshed. It’s just the thing you need to get your….what do humans call it? Yes yes, your circadian rhythm. It’s just what you need to get it back on track!

Now, you know Knockout. He’s nothing if not detail oriented. He watches you take the exact dosage he measured, and lays you down on the medical slab, making sure you’re all comfortable for this little sleep study….he hopes you don’t mind him keeping an eye on you while you rest, just to make sure your activity is normal. You say yes, yes, of course, but honestly, you’re already so tired that you’re only registering half the words he’s saying….and before you know it, you’re out.

That’s when Knockout’s real work begins, so to speak.

The drugs have made you all too complacent under his touch, not to mention sensitive. It’s almost too cute for him to handle…

Even when he touches your most sensitive parts, your face barely moves aside from a few twitches. Nonetheless, your body is still very reactive, covering his digits in your slick. It’s odd, really, human bodily fluids typically make him react with distaste, but something about the way your body reacts draws him in. There’s already a puddle forming underneath you, and the sheer volume you’re producing seems physically impossible for a creature your size….

You’re so needy. You really are lucky you’ve got a doctor like him to look out for you.

The night is spent drawing orgasm after orgasm from you, all the while you barely even stir from your slumber. Knockout makes sure to take multiple “field samples” from you for later analysis. By the time he’s got you all cleaned up, he swears you look even more peaceful than before he started. Goes to show how much you needed his help.

In the morning, you’ll be raving about how well rested you feel, telling Knockout that this is the best sleep you’ve had in years. What’s his secret? You know he said this was just to get your sleep schedule on track, but you’d love to do this again!

To your relief, he tells you that you’re welcome to come back any time. Every night, if you’d really want. He doesn’t mind.

[femboyrebel]

Ok so I’m not a very good writer so I wanted to post this idea before I made an attempt.

Cw: uhh kinky freak stuff

So the trope I’ve had in the back of my head for weeks is a muscular dom who is a lab assistant to the reader, and the reader is a tortured genius who is also gonna be the sub in the story.

They have a romantic relationship but the reader isn’t able to actually show a lot of affection due to the constant flow of ideas and innovations they have, (Hence the “tortured” genius part).

So together, they’ve been working on a serum that essentially lowers the IQ of whoever drinks it, the serum can also totally do more but that’s just my baseline idea. Once they have a breakthrough it turns into more of a dumbification thing where the reader, who is normally a genius scientist, can finally just let go and the buff lab assistant partner is there to walk the reader through it and show them what it’s like to feel that good.

If any arcane writers find this I’d like one order of lab assistant Sevika please and thank you

Also this definitely isn’t a self insert fantasy idk what you’re talking about officer

[luluthespectator]

Malice's series: Rundown Fountain (part17)

Themes and warnings: Consensual drugging (needle), swear words (2), angst and comfort

As Malice followed Weaponmaster deeper in the ground floor, the corridors became even darker and greyer than before. The further they went the more the place seemed to be lost to time, untouched by even dust. It disoriented him. It had once been full of life, and now, it was gone.

Only the walls and furniture remained in the calm silence. It made Malice melancholic, it made his chest and heart ache. The hand of nostalgia caught his throat.

He didn't notice the tapping of water right away. It blended so well with the lack of sound, with his own thoughts. Someone was there, lost in such a desolate place…

Weaponmaster fortunately saved him from his invisible torment.

-My lord?

The henchman's voice was so quiet as if it was scared to take silence's place. This shy intervention reminded Malice they needed to leave. He had to occupy his mind with the present. Why must remnants of the past come and trouble him at this moment?

-What is it?

-Tormentor might see us go through the back door.

-Why would he be there?

Weaponmaster didn't answer right away. He seemed concerned, almost guilty. Multiple answers were twirling behind his eyes. A glance at Malice made him let slip:

-It is his safe place.

Malice didn't think Tormentor was one to go to such places. He also couldn't think of another way to escape.

-That is unfortunate for everyone involved.

Weaponmaster kept looking at him. Malice knew it was his way to ask what to do without saying anything.

-We'll try to take the door without bothering him, if he notices us but lets us go it is all that matters. If he wants to talk, we'll talk then. I can do the talking if the situation becomes too complicated.

-Yes, my lord.

This plan wasn't ideal but it was all they had. Malice put his index finger in front of his lips. Weaponmaster understood.

———

They arrived at the back door. As soon as they stepped in front of it, Malice and Tormentor saw each other.

Tormentor was bent above the sink. His eye was half-hidden by his brown strands. Malice got a blink of his furrowed brows nonetheless.

The rest happened in one tiny second. They were tangled in vines that had blossomed from seemingly everywhere. Thorns were scraping Malice's wrists and arms. One quick glance towards Ravager and Weaponmaster told him the latter was spared from this splitting pain.

Malice's voice sounded both confident and desperate when he said:

-Tormentor, let's talk.

Malice was promptly yanked on the ground and dragged towards Tormentor's feet. He felt his own body weighing on him. Would he find the strength to get up? Would he be fast enough if needs be?

Once his body stopped moving, he leaned on his elbows as much as his own body and the vines around his wrists allowed him to and looked up. Tormentor was frowning. Malice hazarded a quick high-pitched:

-Please let them go?

Tormentor raised an eyebrow and asked with an annoyed tone:

-Why would I do that?

-From what I understand, you like Weaponmaster and I can tell Ravager to not move at all. He will listen to me, I promise.

Tormentor's gaze went upwards towards Malice's two companions. Malice squirmed to see their expressions. Ravager had already stopped struggling and Weaponmaster's eyes seemed almost pleading.

Tormentor scoffed as the vines around the two of them receded.

-You're lucky Malice. Lucky I feel merciful today.

-Thank you.

Malice was pulled in the air by the wrists. A small scared hum escaped him. His feet landed on the ground with a thud, his arms were kept above his head. Being manhandled by plants wasn't exactly a part of his plan at that point. But he was thankful for it.

-What are you doing here, my lord?

Those last words were spoken more like venomous insults. It was clear Malice wasn't a lord anymore in Tormentor's eyes. He had become a colleague again. Malice dared taking his eyes off of Tormentor and looked back at the door.

-We're just looking to open this door and leave.

Malice turned back to Tormentor, the latter seemed hesitant.

-You'll never see my ugly face again.

Something softened in Tormentor's gaze. The vines around Malice's wrists receded, leaving small painful holes in the skin. Tormentor went back to his place above the sink. Malice took it as a sign of trust, or at least of tolerance.

In the darkness, Tormentor looked exhausted. The determined flame in his eyes dwindled. Was it who he truly was? Was it how he truly felt?

Tormentor spoke with a voice Malice had never heard before. There was still roughness to it but his tone was softer, quieter, more solemn.

-The truth is, you were already planning to leave. We just made the process quicker.

That wasn’t true. If it wasn’t for this rebellion, Malice would have stayed, but who was he to disagree?

-You’re right. I was planning to leave.

That’s what he had planned for the past weeks, so it technically counted as the truth.

Tormentor sighed deeply as if he was ready to take everything off his chest. He put his elbows on the edge of the sink. His face was turned towards the rusted mirror.

-No one was ready for this. Not a lot of people wanted this either. Everyone wanted to do their own thing. It's a wonder All-encompassing managed to keep the organisation from collapsing under its own weight.

-There were glaring cracks in the organisation.

Tormentor side-eyed Malice. The latter decided to take the hint and shut his mouth. The villain's gaze went back on the water stagnating in the sink.

-You don't say. That revolution couldn't have been anything but a pathetic debacle. Renegade may be strong on her own but she is shit when it comes to anyone but herself.

Malice nodded. Tormentor scoffed. In the mirror his smile was one of contempt, contempt towards himself? He sighed again and brought water to his face. His next words cut the conversation short.

-You already knew all that.

For a moment, no one talked. Malice observed the abandoned bathroom. He hadn't stayed with any group when this place was falling from grace. He missed out on so much fun, so many unlived memories.

He could hear the crack in his voice when he asked:

-Would you like to come with us? We'll go far from this place.

-No. I'm fed up with all your bullshit.

At least, Tormentor didn't change all that much. He didn't forget either. This small reassurance managed to make Malice smile.

-It is understandable.

Tormentor took a needle from a pocket inside his clothes. Malice had seen the villain use it once on a hero. What would happen next? Tormentor's gaze stayed on the needle, he was observing it like he would a last resort.

-I'll just pretend I've been knocked out or something. If Renegade finds me conscious, she'll make me wish I wasn't. Your dog- I mean Ravager already broke a few of my vines. She won't see much difference if she ever comes for me.

Tormentor's hand was trembling of exhaustion. Malice looked at his own hand, it was twitching as well. Tormentor continued:

-I guess I'll leave eventually, but not now.

Malice thought Tormentor would try to leave as soon as possible, that he would jump on the occasion and seize it in his fist. It seemed like Malice was wrong about Tormentor once again.

The villain's gaze went behind Malice. He walked past the supervillain and went to Weaponmaster who had moved inside the bathroom along with Ravager. Tormentor handed the needle to Weaponmaster.

-You have the steadiest hands.

Weaponmaster threw an unsure glance at Ravager then looked at Tormentor with an impassive face.

-Of course.

Weaponmaster took Tormentor by the sleeve and brought him near a wall. It was clear they cared for each other. There were also some unspoken words they both didn't dare say out loud. Malice guessed something had happened between them, something that hurt them both.

Weaponmaster asked:

-Are you sure the dosage is correct for you?

Tormentor obediently followed Weaponmaster's hand and slid down the wall to sit. He answered:

-I plan those kind of things since the incident.

Weaponmaster flinched at the word. It was almost imperceptible, Malice didn't think Tormentor even noticed it. The henchman knelt by the villain's side.

-Do you have any disinfectant?

-Do I look like a medic?

Ravager took a bottle of disinfectant from one of his pockets without a word. He handed it to Weaponmaster. The latter took a tone reminiscent of one a mother would take with her child:

-Thank you. And Tormentor, you always go out on missions so you should always have disinfectant with you, it can save your life.

-I'm not going to carry any other liquid but water.

Weaponmaster showed the syringe.

-What's that then?

-Shut up.

Weaponmaster looked at Tormentor with his eyes half-opened and an admittedly terrifying frown. Tormentor averted his eyes and backpedalled:

-It doesn't count, it's self-defence.

-Next time you tell me to shut up-

-There won't be a next time, get over it.

There was a sort of tremble in his voice.

Weaponmaster approached the syringe to Tormentor. Malice caught a hesitation on the henchman's part. There was something he wanted to say. The lord didn't want him to regret anything.

-Weaponmaster. Is there anything else you need to say?

Weaponmaster looked at Tormentor and asked quietly:

-Would you forgive me?

-Yes. It's stupid, you should know the answer.

Weaponmaster didn't say anything. They looked at each other, uncertainty was written over both their expressions. Tormentor sighed and after a hesitation asked as quietly as Weaponmaster:

-Would you?

-I already did. Shall we?

Tormentor nodded. Weaponmaster injected the liquid in his veins. The effects were immediate. Weaponmaster hugged Tormentor, his voice came muffled in the crook of the latter's neck:

-I hope everything will be okay for you.

Tormentor confessed in a whisper:

-I'll miss you.

Tormentor's heavy eyes closed for good. Weaponmaster held on for a little longer than necessary before laying his friend on the ground. Malice thought about asking Ravager to carry Tormentor. But the latter wouldn't like it and it looked like they both said everything they needed to say.

Continuation Going away, to better days (part18)

Back to Malice's series

Back to Together (part16)

Back to Gamble (part 16.5)

Back to Reward (part1)

Tagging: @dakshii

[therulerofallpotatos]

Warning: She Bites verse

Tyler and Wednesday have been living together for years and Wednesday has once again drugged herself into a death-like state after setting herself up in the basement. She falls asleep as the drugs kick in expecting Tyler to find her any minute. This is a game they've played many many times.

Except that night they happen to be robbed. They're just run of the mill thieves but they find her first.

Bonus: the pov is the robbers who just wanted to pay rent stumbling on a v dead, naked young woman in their mark's basement and did not sign up for this.

Tyler finds them while they're whisper arguing over what to do.