#implied drugging

[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.

[pseudopuppy]

More rayrard!! It's so fun to draw them

[envy-of-the-apple]

Rehabilitation Program

Dark!Vigilante x reader

Synopsis: You get kidnapped by the local serial killer who’s convinced he can fix you.

(Warnings: dark, yandere, kidnapping, implied drugging, implied stalking)

Five minutes later and you still can’t move your arms and legs.

It’s a weird feeling. The skin on your arms and legs tingle, like they’ve fallen asleep, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t move them. The most you can do is weakly twitch your fingers and toes. 

Your vision blurs every few seconds but you can see enough to recognize this is not your home. 

It’s some kind of unfinished basement. Fluorescent lights flicker and hum above you. The air smells musty and reeks of mold. 

Oh my God. 

It’s all what you can think over and over as panic starts to overtake your body. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God–

“Oh, you’re awake!” 

You might’ve screamed if you weren’t gagged by a rag. 

Your vision blurs again, but when you finally refocus, the setting changes. In front of you stands a masked man dressed in green and black from head to toe. You couldn’t see his eyes, they were covered by orange visors. Still, you recognized him.

Everyone in your town knew him. He was the local psychopath that was terrorizing your city for years. 

“I’m glad you made it!” Vigilante continues, oblivious to your panic. “I definitely thought I went overboard with the sedative there. Sorry about that! I’m not used to taking people alive.” He laughs and you instantly feel sick at how cheerful he sounds. 

He squats down to your level, examining you. You shrink away from him, but considering how weak you were and your bound wrists and ankles, you didn't get very far.  

He takes a minute, fully taking in your limp form, before he hums in satisfaction. Your heartbeat slows the tiniest bit, but you don’t feel any safer. 

You know what Vigilante can do. You’ve seen the pictures of people brutalized and massacred. It was horrifying, but you thought you could avoid him by making sure to get home before dark, stay indoors, be a normal person, stay out of the spotlight. 

Maybe that’s exactly what led you to be tied up in a musty basement, right at his mercy. 

“Are you thirsty?” He suddenly asks. You stare. “Are you hungry? I make a great PB&J.” He gloats through his mask. 

When you remain quiet, he smacks his forehead with a sigh. 

“Right.” He trails off. “You can’t talk. My bad! Here, lemme–” 

He leans forward. Before you can flinch, the rag is pulled from your lips. You lay there for a moment, taking in deep breaths for your lungs. 

“...please let me go…” your voice is dull and slurs in places. You still aren’t in full control of your mouth or your voice. 

Vigilante just shakes his head, sitting down next to you. He wags a finger in your face. 

“You know I can’t do that,” his voice is sympathetic but still light, “you did something really bad.” 

Bad? What the fuck was this psycho talking about? You wanted to yell at him, but you were still terrified to move. 

He seems more than happy to talk without you even asking. Gloved hands reach over to your fingers, barely grazing them. The nausea in your stomach only grows. 

“I was really disappointed when you did it, too,” he tells you, “other than that, you were so perfect! No crimes. No drugs. No littering. Your record was spotless, it’s what I really liked about you, too.” He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. 

“What?” Your voice feels so far away. “What–what did I do?” 

You can feel his eyes through those orange visors. 

“Jaywalking,” he finally says. 

You can only stare. 

“In this county, that’s a 200 dollar fine.” Vigilante points out. 

You suddenly remember something. There was a reason this man called himself Vigilante. He didn’t just go after criminals. Drug lords, robbers, other killers weren’t the only ones on his plate. He’s killed people over fucking graffiti. He serves his own version of justice. 

To a deranged bastard like him, there was no moral difference between murdering an innocent person and crossing a road with no crosswalk.

This was a joke. You wanted to laugh. 

You start crying instead. 

“I’m sorry.” You blabber, words spitting out. “I’m sorry–I–I really am–”

You hush when gloved fingers reach for your cheek. He slowly wipes away your tears. It’s the sort of comfort a butcher gives a lamb, right before he raises the knife. 

“Y’know, I usually get annoyed when people cry,” he tells you gently, “but you’re so pretty.” 

The admiration in his voice is enough to make you stop weeping. There’s a chill down your spine. 

Vigilante grabs a box of tissues, dabbing away at your sensitive cheeks until the wetness is gone and your skin is left irritated. 

“I really should’ve killed you,” he tells you after a minute. “I mean, I’ve done it for others. It’s really not fair that I let you off the hook, right? But you were so nice to me, I think I grew a soft spot…” He trails off. 

You register his words. You’ve never met this man in your life. And yet, his voice sounds really familiar like–

“So, I brought you here!” He gestures to the rest of the run-down basement. “This is where you’ll be until we can finally fix you up.” 

You helplessly stare at your captor. 

“I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?” He looks at you, and his voice sharpens ever so slight. 

“It was an accident, right?” 

You nod. 

He immediately brightens. 

“I knew it!” You flinch when he pats your head. 

“So that’s why you have to stay down here, until you’re all better, okay?” He stands up, easily towering over your limp body. 

“I’m kinda’ excited about this.” He admits and you feel like you’re not supposed to hear this. You’re forced to anyway. “It’s like rehabilitation sorta’, right?” 

You don’t answer. He’s not looking for a response. 

He walks to the edge of the basement. Before he opens the door, he says: 

“I’ll go make that sandwich now.” He looks back. “Be good.” 

You nod. 

The door slams hard enough to rattle the basement. 

You’re left in darkness. 

[trisaratops-mcgee]

Finding Forever I OT7 I Masterlist

Pair: OT7  x f!reader  

Summary: You weren't sure how it happened so quick. One day you were living your normal life, living on your own in the city, the next your asshole ex boyfriend shows up and you both get kidnapped. But maybe this wasn't an accident and these 7 really attractive men actually have a plan for you.

Genre and Warnings: Mafia BTS, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, kidnapping, MDNI 18+

WC: 53.5K so far

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[katetorias]

can’t you be on drugs that make you happy and smile for once white boy

[flowerdustedstars]

Hush Now, Darling

In which Hong Lu lovingly turns you into one of his artworks. Content Warning: yandere, drugging, implied kidnapping, heavily implied gore (this is Callistolu after all)

₊✦Limbus Company | Yandere!Ring Nursefather!Hong Lu x Gn!Reader | No spoilers!✦₊

“—my, waking up already?”

Your vision was oh so fuzzy, only allowing you to make out blurry patches of white and red around you with — what you assumed to be — a large shadow cast over what you could see. There was also a hint of cyan…? You couldn’t tell.

Your body felt weird, like something was pricking at you all over your skin. Like there were hordes of ants crawling all over you. You tilted your head, trying to get a better look at them only to be met with something that sounded like laughter as the shadow nudged your head back into place.

“Don’t move around so much. Let me finish up while the drugs are still working~”

Drugs? What drugs?

You squinted, trying to get a better look at the shadow above you to no avail. All you could really see was the darkness consuming your body with a small, cyan dot nestled comfortably near the middle of that very darkness. It, meanwhile, hummed in satisfaction when you stayed in place and kept doing whatever it was doing before it nudged your head.

Come to think of it, you could feel something moving all over your skin if you focused hard enough on the sensation. It wasn’t like the ants, no, the movement of this thing was far lighter that you could barely detect its presence. It moved up and down, left and right, then went inwards and came up just a tad bit heavier then before as your body tugged forward ever so slightly in response. Afterwards, it would be as light as before as it continued to trace a path against your skin.

What was it called… what was something that moved similarly to this…

“Standing so still for me, what a sweet thing you are~ Ah, but what a shame it is that I won’t be able to hear your input on my current work.”

Your input? Did you know this shadow from somewhere? Did you even know any shadows to begin with?

Think… think… maybe it was your shadow? “…y….ow…?”

“How cute,” it giggled and cooed at you before you felt something cold and hard on your head, leaving something sticky behind. “I’m not even done and you’re already so precious. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you~”

<- Back to the masterlist?

[robot-hillbilly]

Implied non-con & drugging

Whumpee can't let themselves receive anything. Food cooked out of their line of sight or drinks already opened because each bubble at the surface is suspicious to them. Even if they know it's natural for them to be there, they just let it sit untouched until someone takes it away. They don't take gifts because even if they can't see the strings attached, they know they're there. They duck out of hugs and side step every hand searching for their shoulder. They don't even like when someone says "thank you" when Whumpee doesn't find it necessary.

They can't even let Caretaker, the only person they are sure has ever loved them, pleasure Whumpee in bed. Any time they try, Whumpee grits their teeth and tries to bear it, but the second Caretaker notices something is wrong, they stop. Like they always say they will. Like they say people are supposed to.

And Whumpee is wracked with guilt. They can't do anything right. They were never going to be able to get past it, were they? They were always going to keep the people that care about them at arms length until eventually...it ends. They get tired and leave and Whumpee can only blame themselves because they saw it happening every step of the way.

[shiki-jin]

would like to write more about this like. eva using you and your obsessive tendencies as an excuse to force herself to rest, bc she knows you'll handle whatever scheduling issues that'd pop up if she slept for another few hours. she'll never let herself rest but if she just so happens to be near you, and you make her, she can't stop you.

if you happen to take all of the important documents from her room & lock her in, well, she's got nothing to do but sleep and relax. she'll just assume you've taken her radio, too. it's the logical assumption to make. all she knows is that you've texted her a little heart, so she can't do a thing.

or if she gives you a day off to reward you for your research, and feels that her food tastes just a little off that day... it's certainly not going to be her fault if she ends up cuddled up to you in your bed, mind hazy and body unable to move away when you press kisses to her forehead or run your fingers so gently through her hair.

or if she acts like she's still asleep after she's woken up, being carried in your arms to her room, sure, that might be her fault. but you're the one enabling her—so you can bear that fault. that's the smallest price to pay, and you would pay any price for her, wouldn't you?