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rapunzelbro · 3 months

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Imagine you’re stuck being Valentinos Bitch

Tw// dr*gs, implied abuse, dr*gging

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You were practically forced into being his partner after he started taking a liking of you, and since you made a deal with him you had no choice

You were drugged constantly, all sorts of drugs, shit slipped into your drink you don’t even know what was going on half the time bro. Dude wanted to make sure of that too

The others who are stuck under his control also know not to fuck with the bosses girl, that doesn’t mean that they won’t still try when he isn’t looking.

Y/N is always on some sort of drug and is super giggly all the time because of it. (Bimbo but not bimbo idk) she never was like this until she was forced into being his bitch

the only one who really knew her before what Valentino did to her was Angel Dust.

They definitely made few movies together and hit it off well

Oh and If she doesn’t show that giggly ass self when seen with Valentino she will just regret it later when Valentino has a ‘talk’ with her

She’s literally just doing anything to survive and now survive him

Angel dust being genuinely fucking worried about her and what abuse she could be going through considering how bad his abuse already is. The others at the hotel notice him slightly off

Cue Charlie trying to get to talk to you at a bar with Valentino.

Angel Dust only comes to try and grab Charlie’s happy ass to stop her since what happened last time

Valentino leaves for a second and Charlie ZOOMS tf over

Y/N doesn’t know what tf Charlie is talking about when she asks if she’s okay

“huh no I love him he doesn’t do anything to me that isn’t out of love” “NO TF HE DOESNT”

Valentino comes back while they’re having the conversation and and is pissed but doesn’t show it of course

Angel Dust got tf out of there bro but watched from afar

Valentino basically manipulates tf outta Charlie telling her nothing was wrong, while you were holding onto his arm, probably for support, but who knows. Grabbing onto your wrist tightly before dragging you out with him

Don’t think Angel and Charlie didn’t notice

#hazbin hotel valentino x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin art #hazbin charlie

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cumtastiics · 3 months

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Hi, can I get a yandere boss x indifferent female reader? Like the reader wouldn't feel anything for the CEO's advances and the CEO gets really frustrated and goes complete batshit yandere mode. Thank you ❤️

yan!ceo x indifferent!fem!reader

tw: yandere, implied dr/gging

a/n: this really isnt what was requested by that yan does not really go complete batshit yandere mode but I hope u still like it

this can be read as a g/n reader honestly no clue how to make it mainly fem reader mb

he was so fucking sick and tired of it.

you were really just slow, weren't you?

he got you drinks nearly every morning, whether coffee or tea. he complimented what you wore every morning, only getting a small "thanks" in response.

you never spoke to him unless he spoke first.

he was annoyed. he was obviously desperate for your attention, so why would you not give it to him?

the lack of reciprocation, it all wore him down to his breaking point. as he stood in line at the coffee shop, waiting for your usual order, he felt a surge of frustration rising within him.

when it was finally his turn, he ordered two black coffees and a pastry, just like every other morning. but this time, he made a subtle change. as he handed over the second coffee cup and pastry, he looked into your eyes with an intensity you had never seen before. for a brief moment, you caught a glimpse of the raw emotions brewing beneath his usually calm exterior.

"here," he said firmly, his voice unwavering. "i thought you might want to join me for once. maybe we can actually have a conversation today."

you were taken aback by his sudden shift in demeanor. his intense gaze unsettled you, sending a shiver down your spine. with a hesitant smile, you accepted the coffee cup and pastry from him, not wanting to provoke any further frustration. as you took a sip of the rich, black coffee, you could taste a hint of something different, something unfamiliar.

curiosity piqued, you glanced at him over the rim of the cup. he was watching you intently, as if waiting for your reaction. the lid of his own coffee cup remained untouched, steam swirling lazily from its surface. there was an air of anticipation about him, almost as if he had been yearning for this moment.

with a surge of determination, you decided to break the usual pattern and engage in conversation. "so," you began cautiously, "what made you think i'd want to join you today?"

a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, barely noticeable yet brimming with a sense of triumph. "i've noticed how you take your coffee," he replied, his voice low and velvety. "and today, i thought i'd surprise you with a little change. a subtle gesture, if you will."

you couldn't help but feel a mixture of intrigue and unease. the depths of his obsession became more apparent with every passing moment. yet, there was an undeniable allure to his unwavering determination to win your attention.

as the two of you sat at a small table near the window, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the air. the atmosphere crackled with an unspoken tension, like a taut wire ready to snap at any given moment.

"tell me," he began, his eyes fixated on your every movement. "what goes on in that beautiful mind of yours? what thoughts keep you awake at night?"

you wouldn't lied if you felt nauseous. "i…" you hesitated speaking.

"do you feel sick?"

"a bit," you held your stomach, desperately trying to make it not noticeable.

"oh, i know."

want more? request

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere male #angst #yandere x y/n #yandere #tw yandere #male yandere #yandere ceo #yancore #i am cumtastic

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2012wannabe · 9 months

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One Bad Night

cw/tw: I played something that I knew would probably trigger me and then was all surprised pikachu face when it did soooo we have this! Don’t be like me lmao. Reader gets drugged at a party and you can fill in the blanks. Tbh I haven’t drank in so fucking long so if that part is inaccurate we can just ignore.

mid write update: I was like ‘oh I wasn’t triggered that bad’ and decided to finish the game which got 10 times worse and now I want to curl in a ball d*e so um anyway I hate this but if ppl like it I’ll do the second part like I was planning to.

abby x reader, reader is r*ped at a party, date r*pe drug, hurt/comfort, Slight weed usage mention, dr*gging, trauma

When you told Abby you were going to that party, she couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her chest. She dreaded it and wanted so badly to tell you to stay home. Thinking about it the whole day leading up to the party she wrestled to find a good reason for you not to go.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to go, but I just have a bad feeling. Please stay home with me, please.” Abby pleaded.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll have Ellie and Dina there with me.” You said. That didn’t do much to comfort Abby but your mind was made up.

“Is your phone fully charged along with your portable? Do you have your pepper spray and your taser?” She asked fervently.

“Yes to all of those things. I’ll be back in our bed safe and sound before you know it.” You said kissing her.

“Ellie and Dina are almost here, they’re picking me up. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Forget about me, I’m worried about you,” Abby muttered. You kissed her again and reassured her before walking out the door. Still, she felt unsettled and sat awake awaiting your return. She tried to calm her nerves, but nothing would do. You could do everything right and and still fall victim to the wrong person. The clock ticked on, 10, 11, 12, 1, 2 before Abby’s phone buzzed startling her. She anxiously responded, assuming the worst.

You had texted from the party, stumbling and your hands shaking. You had to strain to remember how you found yourself in a bed in one of the bedrooms that were on the second floor.

Her heart sunk into her chest, shattering like glass. She could kick herself. Abby wasted no time jumping in the car and speeding off to the party you left to. All the while you could barely follow the conversation as a bubble of panic started to form in your chest.

Her whole body shook as she voiced her texts into her phone microphone. She should have never let you go to that party, she chastised herself. Abby tried to push it down, knowing that you did indeed do everything quote unquote right. You frequented these parties and were familiar with all the people. You had your drink cover and an assortment of weapons. You were always with your friends. She could almost feel tears bubbling in her eyes from her worry about you, hoping that nothig actually happened and she was just thinking about the worst case scenario. She typed out another question, waiting for your answer.

She tried calling you to no avail. Your phone rang and rang but you lost your battle to sleep. She tried Ellie and Dina with unfortunately similar results, Texting them frantically asking where you were.Abby pulled into a spot on the side of the road and very anxiously ran up to the house, letting herself in.

Checking each and every room, Abby’s panic escalated. To her relief in the room at the very end of the hallway, you laid asleep in the big queen sized bed. She rushed in, slipping your phone in her pocket and sitting down next you.

“Hey baby, how are you doing? You scared me a bit.” She said, tucking your hair behind your ear. You awoke slowly and gave her a big smile.

“Abs!” You said,

“You’re here.”

“Did you doubt I would be?”

“Never. Not for a moment.” Your speech was still a bit slurred and there was still a pain in your thighs.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Abby said as picked you up and put you on your feet as if you weighed nothing.

“My strong girl,” you muttered. You gave Abby your things and she helped you back down the hall and out the door, both of you momentarily forgetting the implication of what actually happened to you. You were okay now, at least physically. She lifted you into the passenger seat of her car but when you sat down you couldn’t help but grimace.

“What’s up?” Abby asked.

“Just hurts.” Her heart sank again for what seemed like the millionth time that night.

“Can you show me where it hurts?” You put your hands on your upper thighs and into the space between your legs. Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit.

“You know what, let’s just get home and we can deal with that later ok.” Abby’s heart raced as she got into the drivers seat. She gave you some water she brought and your favorite kind of granola bar. As for you, your mind was just blank. You just stared out the window, not really thinking anything. Just silence echoing in your ears as you ate. In the years to come you would forget most of the details of the night, that morning feeling so far way. Abby tightened her grip on your hand and leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“I love you so fucking much. I can’t tell you how terrified I was that something had happened to you, that I had lost you somehow.” Abby whispered. Tears welled up in your eyes and you scrunched your face, turning away. You gripped Abby’s hand back and couldn’t help but just cry. You were so overwhelmed you didn’t know to feel just speechless, blank. She put her arm around you, pulling you in for a hug as you just all of a sudden felt your world crashing down. You cried and let out a particularly loud sob into her shoulder as she held onto you. Your phone rang, your ringtone cutting into the tense air.

You pulled away, wiped your tears and took a breath,

“Hey els.” Your voice still shook. Sounds of the party still blasted in the background,

“I just got your text and wanted to check up on you. Did Abby pick you up yet?”

“Yeah.” A pause.

“You sound off, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.” You lied, not wanting to explain everything the events of the night.

“No you’re not. What’s up?” Ellie asked more sternly.

“I’m good.” You said firmly.

“I just don’t want to talk about it right now. All you need to know is that I’m good.” Hesitating slightly, she agreed.

“Is Dina with you?” You asked.

“Yeah, yeah. She’s right here.” She said, Dina’s slurring voice echoing in the background.

“Okay, okay. I’ll call you tomorrow, all right?”

“Okay, get home safe!” The call ended and silence shot through the air. You looked at Abby again and neither of you said anything. For near the rest of the night, you both operated in silence. Abby drive you home, got you out of the car, you both went upstairs and started to get ready for bed. It wasn’t until you had to sit down on the toilet that it felt that all of a sudden your brain turned on again and pain flared through your inner thighs and crotch area. You let out a cry and just started to cry again with your pants still down around your ankles.

“Babe?” Abby said, immediately tending you you. Tears started flowing again and you let your body fall forward, hugging your knees. Abby extended her hand out gripping yours. You used her hand to pull yourself up so that you were standing half nude in front of her with your bruising on full display.

“I don’t…I don’t remember this. I obviously know it happened, but I just sat down to smoke a joint outside on the upstairs balcony and then I was groggy in the bed.” You said. The only thing you could focus on was the salty taste of your own tears that had wet your cheeks and Abby’s every tight grip on your hand. She let a few tears fly too, turning around to briefly wipe her face in attempt to stay strong for you.

“Okay. I appreciate you telling me baby. Is there anything else you want to tell me?” You nodded no in response and held your arms out toward her. She took you in her arms graciously, hugging you tight.

“Is there anything I can do for you? I can get you ice for the bruises and some water.”

“Jus’ want to go back to sleep.”

“Okay, ok.” Abby muttered, bringing you to bed. She put a pair of her own basketball shorts on you with ice packs tucked in the front in addition to your favorite hoodie of hers that you always stole. Your water bottle was sat on the night stand, filled with water and ice, ready for you. When everything was done Abby crawled next you in bed, wrapping her strong arms around you. You calmed for just a moment before muttering to yourself,

“He must have did it wrong.”

“What?”

“He must have did it wrong.” You said louder and clearer. There was a pause.

“Whoever did that to me must have drugged me. I took a shot right before I went up to go smoke which must have been where it happened considering I don’t remember anything after actually smoking. But something went wrong apparently because I was at most half asleep.”

“But you don’t remember the act?”

“No.” Abby swallowed thinking about that. It was probably better that you blocked out the event. The bruising patterns on your body told a clear story and her heart was absolutely broken thinking about what had to say next. It felt like she had cotton in her mouth, trying to to spit it out.

“So, for at least a moment we can’t dance around this. You were raped right?” Abby asked, sucking in a breath. You sighed.

“Yes. I can tell that much. It’s kind of coming back to me.

“Okay.” Abby said carefully.

“How would you feel about getting a rape kit done? You don’t have to, but I think it would be a good idea so that you have all that information should you decide to say something in the future.”

“Only if you come with me.” You said in a low voice, cuddling your body into hers and your face into her neck. Abby’s heart hurt as she said,

“Of course. Of course. We’ll go first thing in the morning.”

“Okay, Abs.” You took another deep breath and let your fatigue take over, lulling you to sleep.

#jack writes #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson fic #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #hurt/comfort #rapesurvivor #noncon drugging

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yuckywriter · 3 months

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open to males / multi muses. tw: dr*gging. step / adoptive / blood relative, friend, boyfriend, anything.

chloe was probably one of the only people in her group of friends to have waited until her twenty - first birthday to finally take a sip of alcohol. she’s had a gulp of champagne, once, new years when she was sixteen. and she remembers the guilt washing over her face so easily. not exactly religious, but had always been one to follow the rules. family and friends filled the pent-house; but she find herself talking to the other, accepting the drink they give her. “ thanks. “ she grins, lifting it to her lips before her nose scrunches. “ yuck, this tastes worse than the whiskey i just tried. “ still, the girl laughs, taking a big gulp. “ what is it, anyway? “

#* re: chloe storm.#drugging cw #indie kink rp #indie smut rp

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ickymoved · 1 year

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open to males. tw: dr*gging. ( chloe storm, 21. ) step / adoptive / blood relative, friend, boyfriend, anything.

#* RE: chloe storm.#* re: open starter.#indie smut rp #indie kink rp

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darkenedlavender · 1 year

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TW: dr-gging, SA

I remember talking to someone about Cardi B and how they don't like her because "back in the days she used to drug men and take there money", and "if the roles were reversed, everyone would be singing a different tune"

The role have been reverse, the men rape the women instead.

Women being assaulted and abused is so common place/practice that it's treated as forgettable and forgivable incident

#radfem #cardi b #radical feminists please touch #radical feminism #my post #SA #radical feminist safe #You are taught from a young age to protect you drinks #protect your friends drinks and to never accept a drink you didnt personally see made #women live with their end on a swivel

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suckmyskinnyballsmia · 9 months

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Tw ⚠️ (d!vorce and abu$e)

Omg

Omg omg

My dad just hit my mom while he was driving…

On the highway! We were on the highway

And he started screaming and then gave her an ultimatum that if she doesn’t chose something, by the end of the week he’s gone.

If he ever lays a finger on her ever again I’ll k!ll him

I’ve never felt this much hatred for him

I’ve wanted her to leave him since I was 7 (like 11 years now)

I hate him

I’ve never cried in front of my family outside of treatment or anything, but the back of my eyes are hot.

I wanna run

Pack things and run

Leave

I never wanna see him again.

I keep remembering him dr@gging me down the hallway to the opposite side of the house and then sl@pping me across the face when I was 12-13…

And now he h!t my mom

I’m gunna k!ll him

#ash’s stuff ?#french toast #i’m scared #i want to run away #trauma tw #idk man #tw ab*se #divorce

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chocoenvy · 2 years

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https://youtu.be/wAV8R5qKz1M

Imagine if you had to fight all Eleven Fatui Harbingers and then the Tsaritsa herself--

That'd be amazing, it'd kill my characters tho if I had to fight 12 "bosses" in a row (nothing a zhongli shield and benny heal can't handle tho ig)

but I have my own theory on what will happen (and an uncompleted fic on it in my drafts skdfjdsafdska)

I'll put it utc, this is merely a theory but will more than likely contain spoilers for the current game story + tw: mentioned dr-gging, threatened murder

The traveler is captured by the Tsaritsa, unsure of the circumstances but they get dr-gged to the point where even after they wake up they're considerably weaker than what they should be. They wake up in a... decently nice room alone. They try to break out, but the door is indestructible.

Scaramouche walks into the room to watch over the traveler as they're prepared for the Gala tonight.

He escorts them to the main hall where the Gala will be held, and in there they see the Tsaritsa on her throne. Next to her, is Paimon being held in a bird cage.

The Traveler is forced to kneel, they must behave themselves at this Gala or Paimon dies.

Cue an obligatory dance with Tartaglia once the gala stars and the room is full of people. Tartaglia tells the traveler to keep quiet about their situation, he cares about Paimon just a smidge. He also tells the traveler to enjoy themselves, like their world is about to end.

They don't enjoy themselves actually. As they make their way over to the snack bar, praying it will wear off whatever the fuck the Fatui put in their system, they observe the rest of the Fatui. I think, at this point, Traveler will have met most of the harbingers, so it's just recalling experiences and trying to think of the best way out.

Either way, the main guest for the Gala has arrived. The Tsaritsa herself announces their arrival for they're the final piece of the puzzle to finally get revenge on Celestia.

They walk up to the stage, proud with abyss lectors at their side,

It's your twin.

In league with the Fatui, they stare at the traveler pitying.

Will you join your twin?

#choco.asks #*~frequent customer #you have no idea how much i want the abyss twins #EVIL AETHER!!!#WHOS SICK OF BEING EVERYONES ERRAND BOY!!!#FINALLY FINDS HIS SISTER #AND SHE ASKS HIM TO JOIN HER IN THE ABYSS #TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST CELESTIA WHO BROUGHT THEM THERE #AAAAAAA PLS #AND THEN THE ARCHONS????#BEING HELPLESS AGAINST CELESTIA?????#AND THEY MAYBE JOIN US????#OR NOT REALLY JOIN US JUST SILENTLY HELP US???#IDK ALKFJSALFKAJSDF PLS I REALLY WANT ABYSS TWINS SKDSJFASKFLAJSDF

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