#tw roofies

[princington]

TW Drink Spiking/Roofies

[past]

"Let me get there on time."

[cherrywineisawaltz]

MINORS DNI

NOTES: big fan of kissing superheros through the mask, this is mostly meant to be silly

WARNINGS: accidentally getting roofied, drug mentions, kissing while roofied (sort of?), incoherent reader

Adrian Chase who accidently roofies you. He had just busted a drug dealer in a back alley before coming to see you and the gang, and had a baggy in his back pocket to store back in his parents basement later. Drug dealers, so irresponsible, he thought. He keeps his Tylenol in the same little ziplocks and always manages to lose them, so these guys were definitely risking someone else accidently finding their drugs. Or a squirrel. Then he laughs about the idea of a squirrel on drugs. It was a good thing they were safe with him.

Turns out not really, because when he gets to the bar where you’re supposed to meet everybody you’re both the first ones there and he slides up next to you. You’re whining about your shoulders, how sore they are from a fight where you had been slammed up against a brick wall. You were pretty sure you were concussed and Adrian immediately offered to give you a massage, “I don’t mind, and I’m really really good at it. And you really should see a doctor if you have a concussion. Or else you might go brain dead and die.”

You deny the massage, which he seems pretty bummed about, but ask him if he has any painkillers, and he shakes his head. “But I have Tylenol!” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the little baggy and you take it from his hand quickly and toss back two with some water. It’s not until he takes it back that he realizes that those were definitely not Tylenol. “Okay…so like, don’t freak out or anything…”

He barges into your apartment with you wrapped up against him clumsily, your arms hanging off his shoulder and your entire body limp, begging to reach the floor that is constantly swaying beneath you, hands pawing at his vigilante suit. He put it on after rushing you out of the bar—he couldn’t have Chris or everyone else knowing he drugged you! He thought it looked better carrying your body out of his car in the suit than just dressed in his casual clothes where he then sent a super believable text to everyone from your phone once he had you in the car so he was definitely in the clear.

<can’t make it tonight! Super important stuff to do like super super important. Also try not to call me for the next few hours cause I’ll be busy doing my super important stuff!! Adrian is also busy. Nothing to do with me, had some super cool vigilante stuff to do. Didn’t want to make you guys jealous.>

Yeah. Super believable, he thinks.

“Okay, I feel like you’re not even trying to walk right now,” he groans, pulling you up by your waist while your head falls back a tumble of intelligible words coming spewing out of your mouth. “That’s not very helpful. Oh, by the way, totally not a lethal dose you took. I checked. You’re just going to be fucked up for a few hours. We could have a sleep over! You know, just so I can make sure you don’t, like, start seizing or something, you never know with street drugs. It’s a good thing I get those off the street, huh? Could’ve gone like, super badly.”

You hum and babble something and your hands tug around the panel of his suit armor, “Man, you are grabby. It’s cool though, cause you’re like super hot. It’d be cooler if you were grabbing me not super fucking high, but this is still pretty awesome too.”

He drags you to your room and looks around cause he’s never seen outside of your living room and he considers stashing a pair of panties of yours off the floor into his pocket. You were probably too high to notice, right? He shakes his head and hoists your body onto the bed, “Alright, upsy-daisy,” your body flops down onto the mattress and you groan loudly, hands reaching out to hold Adrian’s shoulders, his body hunched over you, “See that wasn’t so hard. Your room is way different than I imagined too, smells good too, god, I don’t know what to do. This is so exciting, seeing one of my friends' rooms for the first time—and we’re having a sleepover! This is so cool. Chris never wants to have sleepovers, which is insane, right? Sleepovers are awesome—”

He’s pretty taken back when he feels your mouth press up against his through the mask. It’s a little weird at first, not necessarily unwelcome, but he’s never had someone try to kiss him through his mask before. Considering he only wore the mask to kill people and the people he was trying to kill were never trying to lay one on him, but you were and he doesn’t exactly know what to do.

You’re sloppy, because of the roofie, and your lips slide over the rough fabric of his mask and he can feel your tongue pressing against the seam of his lips over the mask and your hands knocking against his neck to latch onto him. He realizes you’re trying to lift his mask up when he feels the edges of your finger nails graze his throat and he snatches your wrists into his hand and pulls away.

“As hot as that was—which was really hot, by the way—you’re high as shit right now and kissing you right now would definitely make me feel really gross. And would also be a crime, and then I’d have to kill myself for being a criminal, which I’d rather not do. So we’re just going to keep these over here,” he pushes your hands away from him onto the bed and stands up so you can’t reach for him again. “You can totally do that again sober though. I’m also super hard right now, is that weird?” You grumble on the bed and Adrian smiles and shakes his head. “Yeah, I didn’t think so either.”

[homofsanewomn]

sam getting roofied in college and being taken advantage of and upon coming to, groggy and disoriented, he calls dean for the first time in years because it’s like muscle memory. if he’s in trouble he calls his brother. and dean comes to carry him back to his apartment and talks to him in a soft, barely there voice sam’s never heard from him before and cleans the sick off his face and changes his clothes and puts him to bed before disappearing and when sam’s fully sober he hardly remembers the fact dean was there at all but all he remembers is a familiar feeling of safety and relief

[headlightsontonight]

hi everyone did you ever imagine john roofie-ing dean for the sole purpose of teaching him to recognize what they taste/look/feel like? just showing it to him would be too obvious, maybe not as impactful a lesson as slipping it into his beer one day, only for dean to wake up bound and gagged in a bathroom he doesn’t recognize.

dean doesnt panic outwardly, no, john's taught him better than that. or, he did, but dean cant quite think past the panic of not remembering anything, the nausea rising in his throat with nowhere to go, how his hands feel disconnected from his body. he tries to work at the knots tying him together, but theyre solid. still, it has the air of one of johns exercises (but what if something happened to him, while deans tied here and helpless, what if what if), but he swallows down the bile and paranoia and eventually escapes to the outside, wrists rubbed red and still dazed, heart pounding in his ears and dulling his usually-alert senses.

he's barely out of the bathroom, foot steps louder than he'd prefer, only to be tackled to the ground and pinned again by- by john? he tries to gasp out a question or even bring his hands to up to defend himself but they won't cooperate at all. dean ends up on the floor, sat underneath a lecturing john, voice calm as he goes through the effects of the roofie he apparently slipped dean, droning as if reading from a webmd page. all he can really hear is the ending statement that he expects better from dean next time, the faintest ring of disappointment under it. dean knows that he better start paying closer attention to sam's drinks moving forwards.

[thorkidorki]

Fandral slipping an aphrodisiac into Loki's drink but it goes wrong because why the fuck is Loki making out with Thor and why isn't Thor pushing him away.

[themanfromeire]

You know your outfit absolutely ATE when you dress like Sirius Black and then get roofied ♡

In other news, who wants an angsty Sirius fic about just that topic?

[italladdsup]

would love to have a harem of hypnoslaves in a huge castle with workers to take care of them. In the morning when my slaves meet me for breakfast, I slip something in their drinks. After they finish eating, all my.slaves are all so cute and mindless and needy I just have to fuck them

[bunchofboots]

It's funny how Lex has been poisoned like 8 different times through his booze but he still drinks from that easy-to-poison decanter 💀

Also whenever Clark sees something in a room that's green and glowing and he just wanders in like ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ