#brainwashed and drugged

[dxnyarya]

you think haymitch saw lou lou in a hijacked peeta?

[jadedwoman]

TW: intox kink, CNC

Hey darling, I made you some brownies! (Why do they smell so weird?) Don't worry about that, here try one~ I bet it tastes soooo good, so warm and chocolatey (what's that herbal taste?) I don't know what you're talking about cutie, but you should eat another <3

Aww look at that, you look sooo tired right now, probably just from eating too much~ (my head feels funny..) that's completely normal, it just means you should eat another, and another, you don't need to think about the fog filling up in your brain, you're just tired, relax~ maybe you're overheating dear, you should throw your shirt off too, shouldn't you? (That..makes sense...)

Good! Gosh have I ever told you how pretty your chest is,I mean it! I could just grope and squeeze and play with it all day, it's not like you'd mind a bit, right? (N-No...) Perfect~ then just relax dear, relax and let my hands make you feel even better, even more warm and fuzzy and blank, and if you do extra good, maybe I'll give you some more weed without any silly brownies diluting it!

Oops did I say that? Well it doesn't matter, you're too blissed out to even remember what's happening so I'm sure you won't mind if I just enjoy that horny flustered look on your face as you become nice and dazed and drugged~ don't worry Hun, I'm sure we're going to have lots of fun~ (yes...)

[2-dsimp]

imagine getting pregnant on one of those hypno lessons with wesley

and after the child is born you just will find out WHAT HAPPENED THERE

MDNI NSFW fem reader! Mention of depression, Noncon, CNC, hypnosis, butterfly pollen, ovipositors, eggs, manipulation, drugging, toxic relationship, bimbofication, Wesly being a fixer upper,

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Imagine, that you’re all buzzed up from the butterfly’s pollen swamping your ability to think clearly. Happily waddling to the doctor’s office already a month pregnant with grubs from the insectoid. Who trained you to understand that he was your happiness. And that said happiness can also be found in the eggs. His ovipositors would plant deep inside of your womb every therapy session. Even if you snap out of his hypnosis, you’d never bring yourself to hate your current predicament. After all why would it be bad if it felt so damn good? Your therapist, Wesly would smile and rub your belly pressing a lingering kiss upon your lips. Praising you for incubating his unhatched larvae’s so well after hearing the doctor’s report. On how your overall health was outstanding despite carrying so many of his babies.

“You’re a fast learner luv~ I’m so proud that you’ve finally embraced prioritizing. The hosting of my clutch within your hierarchy of basic needs. Sucha good momma for me, you’ll be well rewarded later”

[h-sleepingirl]

Edible + hypnosis = high, blank, and used.

One of my favorite pictures ever I think (and a drugplay dream come true for the first time)

[littlealtar-boy]

I’m just begging to get stalked at work, I keep getting riskier and riskier

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Whump Drabble - Brainwashed Hero

CW: brainwashing/mind control, needle and drugging, sedation, betrayal, forced medical care

“Relax your muscles, Hero. It’s going to hurt more if you tense up like that.” Super Hero remarked, picking up a syringe.

Hero forced themselves to sit back in the chair, took a deep breath, and let their arms fall limp at their sides, one of which - their left - had a piece of blue rubber tied above the elbow, where Super Hero had just wiped their skin with an alcohol swab.

“Is that better?” Hero’s voice came out softly, choked by the rising anxiety in their stomach.

“Better.” Super Hero smiled reassuringly.

Hero took a breath, and closed their eyes as Super Hero stepped closer to the chair, brandishing the syringe.

“Alright. Deep breaths. That’s it.”

Super Hero’s voice drifted above them.

“Little pinch now.”

Then came the sharp pinch in their arm, just below the rubber tie.

“Deep breath out.”

Hero released the air, shuddering slightly as they felt the freezing liquid from the syringe flood into their veins and start pumping into their system.

“S’cold..” They whispered, clenching their eyes shut tighter.

“I know. But you’re all done now.”

Hero slowly opened their eyes to see the syringe gone, and Super Hero in the process of removing the rubber tie and putting a small band-aid over the site.

“Oh.”

“You did great, Hero. Just relax there for a bit so I can make sure you’re alright, and then you can take the rest of the day off to rest. I’m proud of you, you know.” Super Hero smiled as they squeezed Hero’s shoulder gently. “You did good, kid.”

“T- thanks.” Hero stammered.

“You can thank me when we know it works and keeps any heinous villain from getting in your head.” Super Hero asserted.

They had explained to Hero many times how the chemicals in the serum would ensure that they would be protected against all forms of manipulation, hypnosis or mind control magics or methods, and yet Hero still didn’t quite understand how it worked. But, they figured, if Super Hero thought it’d be helpful, they should trust in their superior and accept the treatment.

“Alright, let’s get you back to your room. I think you should be right..."

Super Hero escorted Hero back to their room in the training compound and helped them onto the bed so that they could rest. Before Super Hero left the room, they turned around and paused in the doorway.

“Oh, and like I said before; we’ll need to do the treatment once a day for the next few weeks so that it can be most effective. But you can’t take the next few weeks off to relax - we need you. So once we’re sure you’re taking it well, you can get back into it.”

“Okay.” Hero whispered.

“Sleep well, Hero.” Super Hero murmured, flicking off the lights.

-------------- *Several weeks later* ---------------

“Come Hero, it’s time for your treatment.” Super Hero said.

Super Hero began escorting Hero down the hall to the room, as they’d done for weeks. Suddenly, a loud blaring could be heard echoing through the compound. The alert. They’d been breached.

“We have to get out. Now.” Super Hero barked, grabbing Hero by the arm.

They both bolted down the hallway. As they ran, they passed guards and other heroes racing in every way, barking out commands and instructions at each other.

“Super Hero, what’s going on?!” Hero yelled.

“No idea!” was the only response.

They raced down the hall, brushing past others in the compound until they reached the elevator. Just as Super Hero was about to hit the button to call the elevator down, the doors slid open by themselves. A large group of people burst through into the hall, and it took a second for Hero to process who was standing in front of them. When they did, their jaw dropped.

It was Super Villain, accompanied by Villain and their goonies. Before Super Hero could tell Hero to run, the villains burst forward, heading straight for the heroes.

"GET HERO!" Super Villain screamed to Villain.

Super Hero let out a blast of fire from their palm, which collided with Villain as they attempted to leap off the wall and drop down onto Super Hero. Villain cried out and crashed into the floor, where they rolled around in a frantic attempt to put out the flames that had begun to engulf them.

"I'll handle Super Villain. You get out!" Super Hero called to Hero.

Super Villain sent a blast of frozen air, which frosted over Super Hero's skin and made them freeze in place.

Villain was able to grab Hero from behind. "Got em! Help me get them out of here."

Hero thrashed against the grasp. "LET ME GO!"

"Hey, it's okay! You're safe now. It's alright." Villain said.

Hero knew this was one of their foul tactics to try to corrupt Hero's mind. Luckily, Super Hero had prepared them for this.

They sent off a blast of red energy from their finger, but Villain ducked. The blast collided with the wall where Villain’s head had been a second prior.

“Hurry, Villain! We’ve got to get them out of here!” Super Villain screamed, sending a blast of blue energy at the guards around them.

Several guards crashed into the ground, frost spreading over their unmoving bodies. Hero, distracted by Villain and Super Villain, didn’t notice as Super Villain’s henchmen swarmed behind Hero until it was too late. The henchmen dragged Hero, now kicking and screaming, into the elevator. Super Villain and Villain shot off several more bolts of energy as they backed up into the elevator and the doors slid shut.

Hero backed against the wall of the elevator. They knew they were cornered, but they couldn’t give up.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” Villain said, bending down to Hero.

“No! Get AWAY!” Hero sent out a massive blast, which collided straight with Villain’s chest and sent them crashing into the opposite wall of the elevator, which they slid down and fell to the floor.

“VILLAIN!” Super Villain screamed.

They turned to look back at Villain, then to Hero, then back to Villain. In a split-second, Super Villain made their choice. They leapt at Hero and pressed their hand to Hero’s temple. Blue tendrils crept from Super Villain’s hand and into Hero’s head. Hero’s eyes glowed blue, and they crashed to the floor, unconscious.

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When Hero’s eyes opened, they found themselves in a bed. Their first thought was that maybe they’d had some bizarre nightmare, but they quickly realised that was not the case. They were in a hospital-esque room, with an IV in their arm, a heart-monitor on the chest, and restraints around their arms and legs. Panic rose in their chest as they remembered that they had no clue what happened to Super Hero. They could be dead, and now Hero was alone, imprisoned in the Villain Base. Hero noticed cameras and a two-way mirror in the wall. They were being watched. They’d have to try to contact Super Hero, and fast, before they could be stopped.

Villain and Super Villain stood outside the room, watching closely through the two-way mirror.

“Do you think they’re going to be alright?” Villain asked, their brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m not sure. We can only try our best.” Super Villain replied.

Hero lay in the bed, their chest rising heavily. The heartbeat monitor began to beep faster and faster. Their eyes glowed bright red as they attempted to reach out telepathically to Super Hero. There was only a buzzing sound in their mind. They knew this sound. Their abilities were being repressed.

“We should go, right now. Before they panic.” Super Villain commanded.

The two villains stormed into the room, with two medics from the base in tow.

Hero looked up to the door, fear spreading over their face. “You. Let me go. Right. NOW.” they spat.

“It’s alright. We froze Super Hero, but we didn’t hurt them. They’ll be fine by now.” Super Villain said.

“We won’t hurt you, either.” Villain added.

“You knocked me out, kidnapped me, strapped me to a bed, knocked me unconscious, and took away my powers!” Hero yelled, thrashing against their restraints.

“It’s for your own good!” Villain protested.

“Well, forgive me if I don’t believe you, Villain.” The hatred in Hero’s voice as they said Villain’s name was enough to make Villain flinch.

“Hey. Hero, we are trying to help you. Super Hero has been brainwashing you. I don’t give a damn if you believe us or not. But we can’t help you unless you let us.” Super Villain barked out.

“DON’T YOU DARE!!!” Hero screamed. “Super Hero injected me with a serum, so nothing you try to manipulate me will work!”

“Okay, okay. We’re going to go now, okay. Let you cool off.” Villain soothed. “Come on.” Villain took Super Villain by the arm, and dragged them out of the room.

More medics came rushing into the room, clutching medical supplies. Villain and Super Villain watched on in concern as Hero was pinned to the bed and a syringe injected a sedative into Hero’s veins. The angry rescuee went limp as they went out cold.

“We’ve got to do something about this. Time to call a team meeting.” Super Villain declared.

----

“Hero said something about a.. serum, right?”

Villain, Super Villain, and several henchmen sat around a large table in a briefing room.

“Yeah.. I don’t know what it could be, though. Or how we can possibly begin to reverse the effects.” Villain replied.

“Alright, well, I want you and Medic to look into it. It’s pretty clear here that Super Hero has been manipulating Hero into being under their control using that serum. And we’re going to be unable to change Hero’s mind by talking to them alone.” Super Villain commanded.

“On it. Should we try to get a hold of a sample of the serum?”

“No - not if you need to break back into the Hero Base. We can’t take any chances here, or else Super Hero might be able to extract information from us about Hero, or manipulate you into working for them.”

“Alright.”

---

Villain slumped their head into their hands. “It’s hopeless. We can’t help them, and they don’t want us to.”

“No. Don’t say that.” Medic sighed. They placed their tablet down on the table and reached out to lay their hand on Villain’s shoulder. “We can figure something out.”

“Yeah.. I guess - wait!” Villain bolted upright in their seat, jostling Medic by accident. “Sorry! I just had a thought. Our mole - the one who told us Super Hero was abusing Hero. What if they could send us a sample?”

“It’s a good idea.. But I think it’s too risky. What if they get caught?”

Villain sighed, and slumped down once more.

“Wait. Actually, the solution was right in front of us the whole time!” Medic exclaimed. “We need to get a sample of Hero’s blood and run it through a new device I’ve been working on. It should synthesise an antidote that can reverse the effects of the serum. And we should find the footage from the hero base where Superhero was talking about what they did to Hero. And anything new we can get from the hidden cams. That could help them understand what Superhero has done to them.”

“We just have to get a sample of Hero’s blood in the first place. And they hardly let anyone near them, I doubt we’re going to have much luck drawing their blood.” Villain sighed.

“We can’t sedate them. We need their bloodstream clear aside from the drug. We’ll have to try to wait until they’re asleep.” Medic asserted.

----

Medic and Villain quietly approached Hero’s room.

Hero was fast asleep. They seemed exhausted. The power-suppressing cuffs were still working, but their straining against them had left Hero’s wrists raw and bleeding.

They’d have to bandage Hero’s wrists up too.

Medic and Villain snuck inside, and began setting up a syringe. Medic gestured to Villain, who gently held Hero steady, ready to tighten their grip as quickly and as tightly as necessary.

Medic positioned the syringe in line with Hero’s vein, and then slid the needle in.

Hero flinched in their sleep, and Medic and Villain locked eyes in panic. But within a moment, Hero’s head had lolled to the side and they had slipped back into seemingly-restful sleep. Villain let out a sigh of relief. Medic finished drawing the blood into a vial, and removed the syringe. They gave a thumbs up to Villain.

After bandaging the wounds on Hero’s wrists, the two were able to return to Medic’s lab. They placed a sample of Hero’s blood into Medic’s new device, and it activated.

“It appears to be some kind of drug that enhances susceptibility to the manipulation that Superhero was putting them through. It sped up the process of making Hero fully under their control. It was all about power, and it still is. Good news is, my device is able to create a neutral serum that will reverse these effects and get them to trust us enough to help them. We only need to give them one dose, unlike Superhero - that way we can continue to undo the brainwashing by talking to them, and earn their real trust. Otherwise we’d be just as bad as Superhero. But we will have to be careful that they don’t try to escape back to them anyway.”

“Alright. How long will it take?” Villain asked.

“Two hours. Go get Super Villain. We start as soon as it’s ready.” Medic asserted.

----

Super Villain, Villain and Medic stood at Hero’s door.

“And.. you’re sure this is actually going to work?” Super Villain asked.

“No. But it’s worth a try.” Villain said.

“They're more likely to trust me if I go in alone. You two wait here.” Medic said.

Medic quietly opened the door to Hero's room. Hero was laying on their side, their back to the door, so they couldn't tell if Hero was awake or asleep.

Villain and Super Villain watched from behind the two-way mirror as Medic began setting up their equipment on a little side table.

“Hey, Hero. It's me, Medic. I'm just going to do a little check up, okay?”

Hero rolled over, their eyes fixed on the ceiling, and didn't say a word.

“Okay. How are you feeling?” Medic asked, as they began to check Hero's heart rate and pupil response.

Hero didn't answer, their jaw set stubbornly.

“Ok, that's fine. I'm going to rebandage your wrists now, alright?” Medic removed the restraints around Hero’s wrists, and gently cleaned the wounds Hero had made from struggling. Hero flinched but didn't pull away, allowing the Medic to then replace the bandages. Medic then turned away to pick up something else, and Hero frowned.

“Aren't you… aren’t you going to cuff me again?” Hero asked in a small voice.

“No, Hero.” Medic said in a gentle voice. They placed a hand tentatively on Hero's shoulder. “We're trying to help you. I promise.”

Medic gently pulled away their hand, then picked up a small syringe. “Hero, I have some medication here I want you to take - just painkillers.”

Hero looked dubiously at the syringe. “I- I don't like needles.”

“Please, Hero. It will really help you. I'm sure you haven't gotten very much rest since you came here. It will help you sleep.” Medic said gently.

Hero took in a deep breath through their nose, then out through their mouth, their eyes flashing red for a moment. Medic, remembering that Villain and Super Villaiin were behind the mirror, ready to pounce, put their open hand behind their back in the ‘wait’ signal.

“Hey, Hero. It's alright. I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to help you. You can say no, I won't be angry. It's your choice.” Medic soothed, their voice low and calm.

Hero took another deep breath, the red in their eyes dying out as their fear ebbed and faded slightly. “Ok.” They mumbled. “Ok, you can do it. Just.. get it over with.”

Medic smiled gently. “Of course.” They filled the syringe with the serum. “Just going to wipe the area first, love, okay? It might feel a little cold.”

They picked up an alcohol wipe, cleaning the skin around Hero’s shoulder. “Ready? This might pinch a bit, but I promise it won't be sore for long.”

Hero nodded, clenching their eyes shut, and continued to take long deep breaths. Medic placed a gentle hand below Hero's arm to steady their other hand, then gently slid the syringe into the muscle of Hero’s shoulder. Hero hissed through their teeth, but their hands relaxed at their sides as the serum entered their blood stream.

“That's it, Hero. Just relax.” Medic removed the needle and patted Medic's hand. “You did well.”

Hero let a single tear slip down their cheek.

“Hey, hey, you did well. It's over now.” Medic smiled. They stroked a hand through Hero's hair. Hero flinched, then relaxed into the touch.

Medic wrapped an arm around Hero’s shoulder. “You're safe now. Go to sleep.”

Hero nodded softly, and buried their head into Medic. “Safe.” They mumbled.

Medic just smiled, and stayed with Hero until they fell asleep, only a few minutes later.

[pocket-watcher]

It had been all over the news: keep your windows closed and doors locked.

There was some kind of chemical in the air, a pink cloud spreading across the country. It was… effecting people.

It was poisonous? No. Unbreathable? No.

The news was being purposefully vague and it was infuriating. They made it sound like life or death and then didn’t explain what the symptoms of someone breathing it in were?

Ugh.

You sat huddled on the couch as your coworker went around checking every window and door was secured. It was a small enough office, and the break room was comfortable enough.

But when your coworker came back something seemed… wrong.

She’d been gone for longer than you’d hoped, she didn’t seem to rush to return to you.

The blank smile on her face. The blush on her cheeks. The way she swayed in place.

“Uh… are you okay?” You’d asked, mentally checking all exit routes of escape .

“Yeah… yeah… all good.” She’d said, sounding almost high.

Yeah. You had to get out of here.

“You… you sit… relax. I’ll keep watch.” She’d said before you could object. She sat down on the couch with you, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

Was she infected? She was acting strangely, sure, but she wasn’t attacking you. Or dying. Or doing much of anything except staring blankly ahead at the TV and moving her arm up and down your own.

You tried to breathe away from her, unsure if the smoke still lingered in her lungs. Her hands stroked your arm rhythmically up and down, occasionally moving round and round in spirals. You felt yourself relaxing, as hard as you tried not to.

You found it harder to think. Debating it in your mind. If she was infected, what would you do about it? You’re still trapped inside with her. And every second you spend debating it you found yourself wanting to stay more…

You noticed she was flushed, tugging at her clothes. She took off her jacket. Her other hand lazily drifted over her chest.

The room felt hot, stuffy all of a sudden. You tugged weakly at your shirt’s collar. Your vision was hazy, dreamlike even. When had her hand moved to your legs?

The smoke surrounded your mind like a blanket.

There was a moan. Whether it was hers, or yours, you were unsure. She was helping you undress. Kissing you. Pink smoke clouding your brain, slowing your thoughts, passing between your lips.

You hungrily breathed it in.

It was too stuffy in here, she had agreed.

Was it her idea or yours to open the window?

The smoke surrounded you both as you stumbled back together. You needed her.

The news droned on in the background, but you couldn’t listen.

Taking a deep breath, you let yourself sink completely.

[tomialtooth]

We know from Sims that everyone in the safehouse gets their paychecks through Adler. But does this include Bell? After all, Bell isn't really a team member, he just thinks he is. Was Bell collecting a real paycheck or were Park and Adler paying him in Monopoly money?

Did Park and Adler go up to their supervisors and be like "Yeah we need a bunch of money so we can pay a fake wage to our brainwashed Soviet operative so he doesn't suspect anything wrong" and the CIA just had to accept this? In the CIA's archives somewhere is there a budget allocation for the cost of paying Bell a pretend Salary? Did they collect all the money back after killing Bell?

If they gave Bell real money how freely was Bell able to spend it or did Adler say something like "I'm going to hold your paycheck for you Bell" and Bell just had to accept it because Adler is his friend and his boss and would never do him wrong? Was Bell paid the same amount as everyone else or was he given a pittance? Did Bell ever suspect anything was off? There are so many questions left unanswered here

[spiraledfaun]

every single time you take an edible, a thrill runs through you

sometimes it happens with the first taste, knowing you're about to make yourself so easy to take advantage of

other times it happens when you feel it finally hit, sinking into your body in a way you don't want to get away from

the feeling bubbles up under your skin, and your mind grows fuzzier and fuzzier

it's okay to let go

you love what you become when you're high.

[bimboothefool]

Hi!! Can I request a yandere Emil and Ada x gn reader? Maybe how they met the reader, how will treat them if they ever abduct them, up to you!

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐂’𝐬

Oh Yes you may and I had to rewatch their introduction trailer just to get a good feel of their personalities. Hopefully you’ll enjoy these headcanons Anon! ^7^ 🩷 Happy Halloween to you all, hopefully this halloween was great and you got a bunch of treats or atleast had fun!!🎃🎉

Warning this story isn't suitable for an audience of 17 & younger.

This story contains the following subject matters: Drugging, Gaslighting, Possessive & Manipulative Behavior, Kidnapping, Brainwashing and Forced Marriage (???) If you click read more you've consented to reading this story.

- There’s two possibilities they’ll meet you, You’re either Ada’s coworker/psychology nurse or are a patient like Emil.

- If you’re Ada’s coworker, she’ll often observe how you behave, what your quirks are and overall take in as much info about you as possible.

- Ada falls in love with seeing how devoted you are to making sure the patients are comfortable and safe. Every time to obediently follow her orders or trial behind her, her heart skips a beat.

- She also takes into account how your relationship is with Emil, sometimes leaving him in your care as she quickly “attends” to other patients.

- Emil would at first be weary of you, but soon warms up to you. He’ll cling to you often wanting to lay his head on your shoulder or lap.

- Emil grips onto your hand, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. He craves your attention and affection.

- Emil falls in love with how gentle and kind you are to him. He’s been so deprived of it, finally getting it is like finding cold, crisp oasis in a cruel, hot desert.

- Ada seeing how well you take care of Emil, involves you in their escape plan. Basically feeding you half truths and getting you coaxed into this plan.

- If you don’t agree and stand your ground, she drugs you and takes you with her. Emil clings to your unconscious form immediately, hugging you close. Wanting your warmth as Ada drives.

- Now onto if you’re a patient like Emil, he’s pretty antisocial during his time at the asylum. Barely talking to anyone else, you showed him a sliver of kindness, he’s practically attached at the hip with you.

- Often seeking you out and asking where you are. Wherever you go, he follows right after you.

- Ada seeing this change in behavior does a bit of bargains with the higher ups and is soon assigned as your psychologist.

- She’s very intrigued on how you operate as well. Learning every intimate detail about you.

- Ada proposes the idea of taking you out of this place, proposing you’re better off with her than in here.

- She’ll again just kidnaps and drugs you if you say no.

- Now onto how they both treat you after you’re abducted for both scenarios.

- If you resisted, when you wake up, you’re tied up. Ada knows how clever you are and isn’t taking any chances. She knows that using a different method on you into making you love both her and Emil is her top priority along with helping Emil.

- “Don’t worry my love, soon you’ll see things our way. For now rest up.” Ada looks down at your restrained form.

- When the hypnosis results start to stagnate, she knows they’ve yielded incredible results. ‘ Maybe, just maybe they’ll work on you. ‘

- So now you’re apart of her tests, your backbone is forcibly ripped from you. Your autonomy is taken from you piece by piece.

- Emil helps out by constantly being beside you, seeking you out frequently and offering you comfort and security. Feeding you the idea that he nor Ada would never hurt you. They want you to be as free and happy as they are.

- After many tests, you finally crack and often needing to be close to Ada or Emil. If both they’re both around, the merrier your time is spent with them. You crave their attention at first. But slowly you needed their love.

- Ada and Emil’s love becomes your addiction, their kisses make your knees buckle, their embrace keeps you grounded and it all felt so right.

- The once loud voice screaming for you to run and hide, starts to get quieter and quieter. You don’t want to run from your beloveds. They’re your lovers, why would you run from them.

- Ada and Emil have shown you what true love is. They would never hurt you. Ada and Emil love you and you love them.

- If you went along and complied, Ada uses this to her advantage. Using Emil as a way to tempt you to not defy her. Emil isn’t innocent, he plays along and amplifies how he needs you too. Having without you, means he’s incomplete.

- With time it does its twisted job, you fall in love with Emil and soon Ada. You look forward to their kisses, the nights where you cuddle eachother.

- You all practically are each other’s entire world, you know even death won’t make neither of you part.

- This is true love, the pinnacle of pure, unconditional and unadulterated love.

- In both scenarios, when you all receive an invite. When both Ada and Emil, propose to you. Your heart is beating with sick joy. First a getaway from this life you’ve outgrown and now being engaged to the two people you clutch onto dearly.

- “Paradise… Here we come.” You smile with broken delight. You now have rings on both of your ring finger. This is the start of a new chapter, with your new wife and husband.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐧 | 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐬

[mikami1992]

Crazy Ideas…9?

We've all heard stories about Danny Phantom, where he ends up guarding Dani's, Dan's, or the clones' cores inside his body… We've also heard stories where Danny ends up kidnapped and so injured that he has to hide inside his core and ends up being cared for by someone who doesn't know exactly what's going on…

But what if, for example, instead of being cared for like a gem, Danny's core ends up implanted in Jason?…

I mean, imagine one night on patrol, Red Hood is touring his territory when, out of nowhere, a purple shadow with red eyes attacks them. It passes so quickly through him that he only thinks he's hallucinating because of the x number of days he's gone without sleep because of the last case.

So he grabs his things and goes home, unaware that they've already implanted a core inside him…

[sunnybunnyluv]

Is it bad I just want someone to control everything about me?

How often I eat and what I eat, what I wear, when I can touch myself, make me please you how you want me to, literally anything and everything.

I don’t want to decide anything, just you and only you choosing everything for me. Making me and my life how you want it.

I want someone obsessed with me, wanting to keep me to themselves forever <3

Ugh one day hopefully 🤭

[littlealtar-boy]

I’ve been edging my needy pussy for 12 hours today 🥵 please submit cocks and ejaculation video for me to edge my pathetic cunt to 🥵

[b0nesandthebees]

whump 3 <3

Content: implied drugging/brainwashing, intimate whumper, referenced defiant whumpee, implied vampire whumper, grief

The world whirled around in a kaleidoscope of colours and Whumpee felt a vague twang in their neck in its slumped position. The only fixed point, the only thing they could truly stand to look at, was Whumper themselves.

Even then, the smug grin that Whumpee knew Whumper was wearing was little more than a smudge on their face. Whumpee reached a hand to their own face. It felt like weights were attached to it.

Whumper's hand shot out, grabbing Whumpee's hand tightly in a grip, their nails digging into Whumpee's soft flesh. They forced it back onto the chair, tutting as if chastising a naughty child. Distantly, Whumpee felt shame rise up in them, alongside something they may call indignation.

Whumper's hand retreated, making its way to Whumpee's hair. It was untangled, as it oft was these days. Before, Whumpee had never truly bothered with their hair, but Whumper seemed to adore it, forcing them to be placid and calm so they could play with it like Whumpee was a doll.

Whumpee hated this feeling. They hated the powerlessness, but they wouldn't remember they hated it until later, when they woke up from this daze like it was a dream.

A hand caressing their hair, the mouth widening to reveal a row of sharpened canines that glimmered menacingly.

Once, Whumpee was little more than a meal, now they were an object to parade around.

"Aren't you beautiful like this?"

They remembered the fighting, those early days where they would scream and bite and scratch and punch until Whumper had to sedate them by brute force alone. They remembered the force of nature they had once been, and there was a pang of grief for the person they once were.

A soft thumb wiping away a tear Whumpee hadn't even known was there.

"Shh, don't cry. It's all better now, just go into the fog."

The fog was inside their mind. It coated their thoughts and their body and it felt like death. It felt like the death of Whumpee's soul.

[jammed-out]

Hypnovember Day 5 - Medicine

(CW: first person with dick, medicine play, drug play, drugged into obedience, dick sucking, multiple dick sucking)

"Time for your medicine slut." The guard said knocking on the cold metal door.

You could hear the loud latch slide over with a thud as the hinges slowly creaked open. You quickly hopped off of your bed, dropping to your knees on the floor, your ass wiggling in anticipation. You could feel your cock dripping, leaking between your legs. Your mind was hazy, focused on one thing and one thing only, you needed to get your medicine and to get that you had to make the guards feel good. You liked making them feel good.

The door opened, the pair of guards walking into your room. They didn't bother shutting the door behind them, you could see the room across from yours was already busy, you could hear the wet sounds of another guard being pleasured coming from it. You wondered what the other person looked like, did they look like you, were they as good as you?

The guards' belts unfastening snapped you out of your daze as the smell of their cocks made your head fuzzy. They were already half hard, dangling in front of you. You eagerly wrapped your mouth around the nearest one, running your tongue over the head. It twitched in your mouth hardening quickly. You gripped the other with your hand, stroking it. You could feel how sweaty it was, trapped inside their pants while it should be trapped inside your mouth. You swapped over, quickly deepthroating the entire length, stroking the other one covered in your spit.

"I told you this slut was the best. So broken already so fast. Must've been eager to be used like this." You felt the first one grab your head, pulling it back to their cock. "I prefer them like this. Easy to fuck." They slammed your head down to the base, gripping it tightly as they fucked your mouth sensless.

The other one only groaned as you stroke their cock. You felt it twitch as cum erupted from it. You could feel it hit the side of your face, ruining your hair as some dripped onto your shoulder. You came, cock twitching as you leaked onto the floor creating a growing puddle. You shivered, eyes rolling back in your head as the cock in your throat slammed in and out of you.

"Don't worry. You'll learn to last longer. It took me a while too. Not that this one minds. Or any of the others. You'll learn to enjoy your job a bunch." They grunted, cumming down your throat. You greedily swallowed every drop.

They pulled out their cock, slapping your face with it a few times. "Say ah slut. You earned your medicine today." You opened your mouth, eyes closed tightly, ass wiggling in place. You could feel the liquid being poured down your mouth and swallowed every drop.

You licked your lips, your mind growing hazy as you swayed in place before tipping over onto the floor giggling. Everything started to turn bright pink and fuzzy. You ran your hands over your body, everything was so sensitive that just the feeling made you cum again, crying out in pleasure.

Somewhere in the distance you could hear the door being closed. "I can't believe they choose to live like this, but then again, who can blame them for wanting the pleasure they get from being used. We'll see you tomorrow slut. Enjoy your night!"

The door closed with a click leaving you in darkness, but even still, around you the pink clouds and pleasure enveloped you fully.

[slutty-transformation-stories]

Bimbocaine Part 2

Lydia's eyes narrowed as she studied the pouch of pink powder she had found in her friend's abandoned apartment. It was an unusual artifact amidst the clutter of forgotten textbooks and half-used makeup products. The material felt foreign to her, almost alive, as it shifted in her palm. She had brought it to the university's science lab, eager to understand the mystery it held.

Her curiosity piqued, Lydia carefully poured a small amount onto a slide. She had to admit, the color was quite lovely—like the inside of a seashell or a delicate shade of bubblegum. The fine, shimmering particles danced under the fluorescent lights as she carried the slide over to the microscope. The anticipation of discovery made her heart flutter, a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time.

Just as she was about to peer into the eyepiece, the lab door swung open, and a gaggle of her eager students spilled in. They surrounded her, bombarding her with questions about the upcoming exam and their latest projects. She held up a hand, the slide still in her other, and tried to explain that she was busy, but they were having none of it.

One particularly clumsy student named Jenna reached out to touch the pouch, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What's that, Professor?" she asked, her voice a high-pitched squeal that seemed to echo through the room.

Lydia sighed, but before she could respond, the pouch slipped from Jenna's grasp and hit the floor with a soft thud. The seal gave way, and a cloud of pink glittery smoke erupted, enveloping the entire room. The students shrieked, and Lydia's heart skipped a beat as she realized what had just happened. The smoke smelled faintly of strawberries and vanilla, a scent that seemed to tickle her nostrils and make her head swim.

As the cloud began to dissipate, she noticed something peculiar. Each of the girls, one by one, started to transform. Their breasts ballooned to impossible sizes, pushing against their shirts like overfilled water balloons. Their asses inflated, stretching their pants until the fabric looked ready to tear. Their hair grew longer, a cascade of platinum blonde waves that flowed down their backs like a river of spun silk.

Their nails grew at an alarming rate, turning into sharp talons that clicked against the lab benches as they moved. Their faces took on a bitchy perfection, their lips curling into a perpetual snarl that seemed to dare the world to mess with them. The transformation was as mesmerizing as it was disturbing, and Lydia could do nothing but watch in shocked silence.

As the pink haze cleared, she looked down at her own body and felt a strange sensation. Her own breasts began to swell, pushing against her lab coat, and she gasped as her hips widened and her waist cinched in. Her reflection in the gleaming microscope showed a woman she hardly recognized: her once-professional attire now clung to a figure that was the epitome of a bimbo's dream. She felt lighter, more... confident, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders and replaced with a newfound sense of allure.

The giggles from her students grew louder, and she realized that they were all going through the same metamorphosis. They stumbled around the room, their eyes wide with excitement and disbelief as they examined their new figures in the glass panels of the lab cabinets. Each of them was now a mirror image of the other—platinum blondes with hourglass shapes that defied logic and gravity.

The room was filled with the sound of zippers being yanked down and buttons popping off as they struggled to free themselves from their suddenly-too-small clothing. The fabric tore away, revealing skin that gleamed with a glossy sheen under the harsh lights. The pink smoke had left a faint sparkle on their bodies, making them look as if they were dusted with the finest glitter.

Their laughter grew more manic, each giggle escalating into a full-throated cackle that echoed through the lab. The air was thick with a cocktail of the strawberry-vanilla scent and the heady perfume of their newfound sexuality. It was intoxicating, and even Lydia found herself smiling as she watched the young women prance around, their movements now more seductive than she had ever seen.

With a collective decision that seemed to resonate through the air, the group of busty bimbos made their way out of the lab and towards the university's exit. The hallways were a blur of pink smoke and glittery footsteps as they sashayed down the corridor, leaving a trail of bewildered onlookers in their wake. The transformation was complete, and the need to show off their new selves was palpable. They were drawn to the mall like moths to a flame, each step carrying them closer to a place where they could truly embrace their newfound bitchiness.

Once at the mall, they descended upon the first cosmetic counter they saw. The poor salesgirls didn't stand a chance against the onslaught of glammed-up scientists. They demanded the works: smoky eyes, lush lashes, and lips painted a shade of pink that matched the powder's explosive origin. The once-studious young women now moved with the grace of seasoned models, their hips swaying as they discussed the merits of different foundations and eyeliners.

Each bimbo picked out an outfit that screamed "look at me" from the racks of a high-end boutique. The clothes were tight and revealing, leaving little to the imagination. They paraded around in their new attire, their every move calculated to attract the maximum amount of male attention. And it worked. Heads turned, jaws dropped, and whispers followed them as they strutted down the mall's gleaming corridors.

Their transformations were complete, and they reveled in the power of their newfound sexuality. They were like a pack of lionesses on the prowl, each one more stunning than the last. Lydia felt a strange kinship with these young women she had once taught, now her sisters in glamour.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, they turned their sights to the club, a place that had once been a bastion of their youthful innocence. Now, it beckoned to them like a siren's call, promising a night of indulgence and debauchery. The bouncer's eyes widened as he took in the spectacle of six busty blondes dressed to kill, and with a nod of his head, they were granted entry without a second glance.

Inside, the bass thumped like a heartbeat, and strobe lights painted the walls in a chaotic dance of color. The air was thick with the scent of cologne and cheap perfume, a stark contrast to the delicate fragrance of strawberries and vanilla that lingered on their skin. The crowd parted for them like the Red Sea, all eyes drawn to their voluptuous figures and the aura of confidence that surrounded them like an invisible force field.

The club was a candy-coated wonderland of temptation, and they were the sweetest treat on display. The bartender, a young man with spiked hair and a smug smile, couldn't resist the allure of their new forms. He slipped them drinks, each one a little stronger than the last, and they giggled and flirted in return. Their laughter was like a siren song, drawing in a flock of eager men, all eager to taste the sweetness they exuded.

The first to approach was a businessman in a tailored suit, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and bewilderment. He stumbled over his words as he tried to charm them, his hand lingering a bit too long on Lydia's newly rounded hip. She felt a thrill at the touch, the fabric of her dress sticking to her skin as his hand slid away. The other girls were similarly accosted, each man's grip a little more daring than the last.

A beautiful blonde bimbo at the back of the club caught their attention, her outfit even more outrageous than their own. She beckoned them over with a wave of her hand, her nails glinting like diamonds in the disco lights. As they approached, Lydia noticed the name tag on her glittery top—it read "Barbie." The woman's smile was wide and welcoming, a knowing twinkle in her eyes that sent a shiver down Lydia's spine.

It was Anna, her friend from university who had once been a brooding goth with a penchant for dark poetry and a love for the macabre. The transformation was unmistakable yet unsettling. Anna's raven locks had been replaced with the same platinum waves as the rest of them, and her once solemn demeanor was now a caricature of cheerfulness.

"Welcome, my fellow bimbos," Anna purred, her voice now a breathy whisper that seemed to float on the air. "You're just in time for the main event."

Her words sent a ripple of excitement through the group. They huddled closer, eager to hear what she had to say. Anna leaned in, her massive breasts threatening to spill out of her tight dress as she whispered the details of their new lives. It seemed that the pink powder was not just a one-time transformation but a gateway to a world where beauty and brains were a potent cocktail of power.

Lydia felt a twinge of doubt, but it was quickly drowned out by the pulsing music and the electric energy of the club. The pink smoke had not only changed their appearances but also their personalities. They were no longer the shy, studious girls they once were. They had become creatures of the night, hungry for attention and validation from the men around them.

The night passed in a blur of flashing lights and groping hands. Each bimbo took turns disappearing into the crowded bathroom, returning with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. The scent of cheap cologne and sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sugary sweetness of the pink dust that still clung to them.

Lydia found herself in a dimly lit corner with a man who couldn't keep his hands off her new, voluptuous body. His touch was rough, but she didn't mind. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment her entire life. The feel of his calloused fingers on her skin sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. She leaned into his touch, her body moving instinctively to the rhythm of the music.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Jenna, who had found a partner of her own. The young man looked like he had just won the lottery as he struggled to contain his excitement, his eyes ogling her newfound assets. Jenna giggled, her voice now a sultry purr that seemed to ooze confidence and sexuality. She leaned in close to Lydia, whispering into her ear, "Let's go, I know just the place."

The group of bimbos followed Jenna, their hips swaying in unison like a line of synchronized swimmers. The music grew louder, the lights brighter, and the men more brazen. Each girl was claimed by a different suitor, and they disappeared into the throbbing mass of bodies like droplets of water in a storm. Lydia felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation as she was led away by her chosen man.

In the cramped backseat of a sports car, Lydia's mind raced. This wasn't her usual scene—far from it. But as the man's hand found her thigh, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. His touch was firm, possessive, and she found herself leaning into it. The pink dust had transformed her into someone new, someone who didn't need to think about the consequences of her actions.

The car pulled up to a sleek, modern mansion that looked like it had been plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. The party inside was already in full swing, a cacophony of laughter and bass that vibrated through the walls. The air was thick with the scent of wealth and desire, and as they stepped out of the car, the other bimbos were immediately drawn to it.

They strutted up the driveway, their heels clicking like a chorus line of dominatrixes. The door swung open, revealing a grand foyer with a sweeping staircase that beckoned them to ascend into the heart of the debauchery. They were greeted by a sea of men in suits, their eyes devouring the bimbos like hungry wolves spotting fresh prey.

The mansion was a playground of opulence, each room more decadent than the last. Red velvet couches, gleaming chandeliers, and walls lined with gold-framed mirrors reflected the pink glow of their skin. It was a place where inhibitions were left at the door, and the only currency was beauty and desire.

Lydia and her bimbo entourage were led upstairs to a suite that looked like a set from a music video. A king-sized bed, big enough to accommodate their inflated forms, sat in the center, surrounded by plush pillows and silk sheets. A bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket, and the air was heavy with the scent of more pink dust, hinting at the night's true intentions.

The man who had claimed her wasted no time, his hands roaming her new body with a sense of entitlement that sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. His touch was rough, his intentions clear, but she found herself craving the validation it brought. The other couples paired off around the room, the sounds of passion and pleasure rising like a symphony of lust.

The bimbos were in their element, their every move calculated to ensnare the men around them. The mansion was a fortress of sin, each room a testament to the power of their newfound sexuality. They were the queens of this domain, and the men were their willing subjects.

As the night progressed, the transformations grew more pronounced. The pink dust had not only altered their physical forms but had also imbued them with an irresistible allure that seemed to corrupt everyone they touched. The men who had brought them here were now under their spell, eager to do their bidding, to give them anything they desired.

The next morning, the bimbos woke up feeling more alive than ever. They looked at themselves in the mirrors that adorned the walls of the suite, admiring their new figures and the glint of power in their eyes. The town was their oyster, and they were the pearls inside, ready to be discovered.