#drugging tw

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

Like it does bother me how often people's only criticism of forced medication with antipsychotics take place when it explicitly happens outside the context of psychosis like I actually think being forced to take heavily sedating and debilitating meds with often severe side effects against your will indefinitely is still really wrong and traumatizing even when the person in question did hallucinate

[bunnis-yanderes]

People are not ready for yanderes that won’t let you have pets or children because they refuse to let anyone else take up a second of your time and affection.

Pets are silently re-homed, they make sure you take your birth control(or slip it into something if you don’t want to take it), and of course you have to stay inside where only they can receive all of your love!

The outside world is dangerous, pets carry diseases, and children would stress their poor darling out far too much! Don’t you understand that they’re just making sure you’re safe?

Aren’t they enough for you?

They better be, because you’ll be spending the rest of your life tucked away with them somewhere safe and cozy, where they can monopolize all of your time and keep you to themself!

Don’t even try to suggest getting a pet or trying for a baby, they’ll sob and ask why you’d ever want anything more than them, asking why they’re not good enough. It works and you avoid asking again, leaving them satisfied.

Looks like you’re stuck…

[saintshigaraki]

IGNORE THAT !!!

. . .but are there any standout ways he does that? like something he says, or does?

i think it’s genuinely a little nauseating how he goes about it. he’s so. manipulative

firstly, i think he’s so nice to you. before the noncon starts. he’s so nice to you. all the time. and not in a creepy way (at first). you trust him. hes deku!

when he asks you out on that first date you can’t help but say yes. he’s so handsome and sweet and oh my goddddd his arms. but that’s when everything starts falling apart.

he’s odd. off putting. obsessive. he scares you. his intensity frightens you to your core. you cut if off before it can really start to fester.

at least that’s what you thought. but by the time you do that he’s already part of your friend group. there’s no escaping him.

so you decide staying acquaintances is for the best. to keep the peace.

he ends up cornering you at one of kiris parties (one you didn’t even really want to go to) and suddenly you’re in a bed. and he’s whispering such sweet things in your ear and you’re a little out of it to be honest. but he’s so nice. he’s so so nice. and he’s very good with his fingers and tongue and he doesn’t even use his cock so surely he cares about you right? it was all about making you feel good, right? of course. of course. and he’s so nice to you after too. cleans you up. helps you to his car.

you come to in his bed the next morning. hung over of course. you don’t remember drinking all that much the night before.

sorry, he says sheepishly, i couldn’t remember your address.

he’s got breakfast all made. he’s not acting any weirder than usual. maybe you’re misremembering last night. maybe it was fun. he’s so nice to you.

deku is always so, so nice to you.

[moopbox]

hello basketone people, what if venom that fucks with your ability to feel fear

[villain-hotline]

girlfriend

tw: noncon/ cnc, drugging, yandere

'happy girlfriends day!' he tells you as he offers you a drink. you give him an awkward smile and take the cup. you look around his shady apartment then back at him.

'what do you mean?' you raise the cup and take a nice long drink of the liquid you requested from him a few moments ago. he says nothing. he grins and watches as you lower the cup.

'i mean, happy girlfriends day to you, my girlfriend.' he steps closer and you step back.

'im not your girlfriend.' you state. you take one more sip but now.... something feels funny. your body turns to jello. all your limbs are relaxed and you flop down on the sofa behind you.

'you are now.' he states. something dark flickers in his gaze as he takes a seat next to you. you drop the drink as the world spins around you. turning to him, you caught a glimpse of his lips moving, lust blown eyes following your heavy movements. you shouldn't have come to his apartment today. you shouldn't have..

you passed out right in his arms. unaware of all the fun things he has planned for you tonight. after all you are his one and only girlfriend. and he can't wait to finally taste you, touch you, fuck you. he rubs his growing bulge in his pants. just the thought arouses him. imagine what happens when he finally gets you out of your cute clothes.

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[katetorias]

I think about this line in max’s journal a lot.

[foxburdened]

Yandere!Stalker!Master Miller.... <3

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Kidnapping, Drugging, Manipulation, Forced Marriage, Stockholm Syndrome.

He felt sick to his stomach when he first saw you. He knew that being in Alaska for this long had started to make him more lonely, but he couldn't have anticipated this deep-pitted feeling of sickly dread when he laid his eyes on you. It was like an unnerving out-of-body experience.

He couldn't stop thinking about you afterward. Were you just visiting? Are you a new resident? Would he ever see you again? Many thoughts circled through his mind. No matter what he tried to do to distract himself, nothing worked. Listening to the radio, working out in his home gym, taking care of the dogs, cooking, etc., you were always in the back of his mind.

The next time he did his usual supply run, his heart raced, wondering if he'd see you again. When he popped in his home bar for a short stint, his heart stopped upon seeing you by yourself. He was a natural-born charmer, even if he was slightly out of practice. He couldn't believe how nervous being in the same building as you made him.

He muscled up the courage to buy a beer and introduce himself to you. "Don't usually see strangers around here... Name's Miller, you open to some company?" You introduced yourself back. He found that you had recently moved up here after some family had passed. You were surprised you even got a paid-off house in the will, and there was no way you were passing something like that up. He couldn't deny how happy it made him that you were a new resident, not some tourist coming through.

He thought he was stuck on your before, but now, he felt like some lovesick teenager. It was enough to even make himself cringe. After talking to you, you were all that he thought about.

Soon enough, and he was following you around, unbeknownst to anyone in town. It was easy enough to gather intel about you from some old friends in Foxhound. He easily found out where you used to live, family, friends... Even came upon some photos of you that he kept. He kept a tracker on your car so he knew your comings and goings, and was able to sneak into your house without much issue. He put in recording devices as well as some hidden cameras so he could listen and watch from his own home. Whenever he missed you, he would pop in and listen and/or watch.

He was a paranoid, old man at this point. He had convinced himself that he was watching over you and protecting you like some guardian angel. He knew all too well the dangers of this world, and he wanted to be the one to be able to shield you away from all of it.

Inevitably, his paranoia became louder than anything else, and he would invite you over for dinner. You both had become closer as time when on, so this wasn't too out of the ordinary for either of you. He'd spike your drink and watch as it began to take effect, your head beginning to nod as you fought the heaviness of the pill work its way through your body.

When you woke, you were collared to a bedpost. You were able to move around the small room in the cabin, but not beyond the door. When Miller finally entered the room with food and water, any sort of protest that came out of your mouth fell on deaf ears. He was doing this for you. For the both of you. How could you not understand that he was just trying to protect you from the dangers of the world only he was privy to? Whenever he tried to comfort you, his large hands engulfed yours, rubbing the ring on your finger gently. Wait, the ring on your finger? You found that it fit so snugly you weren't able to get it off when you tried pulling it.

He would call you his spouse, darling, sweetheart, baby, a long list of pet names that felt so saccharine and genuine when they fell from his lips. Whenever he gripped you, it felt nearly too tight, like he was scared that you would somehow disappear without it. He'd feed you, bathe you, take you out for walks around his deserted property when he trusted you enough.

Days dragged into weeks, then months. No one had seemingly tried looking for you. It was hard to not give up hope when you knew that every single movement you made was under his watchful gaze, whether it be from his eyes or surveillance cameras. Plus... He did treat you well, didn't he? Cooked you homemade meals, comforted you the best he could with a sweet and firm voice, bought you what you wanted to make you as comfortable as you could be here... Maybe this wasn't so bad, after all?

[ziptiesnfries]

compliant whumpee pressing their shoulder up against the bars of their cage so whumper can inject them with a sedative 🥰