goodishgirlx: i love the idea of being openly drugged. like imagine you’re hanging out in the kitchen, yapping about god knows what to him. he’s making you something to drink, and then he takes something out of his pocket, and right in front of you, with full eye contact, drops it in. you ask him what it is and he shrugs. “i just want you to be good for me.” not because you’d fight back, not because you need to be tricked and forced to do what he says, just because he likes you best when you’re hazy and compliant and your eyes are rolling back in your head. and you want to be everything he wants.