#drink spiking

[pockets-full-of-roses-writing]

Love-Spiked Drink

brief summary: someone spiked the famous draco malfoy’s drink with a love potion, making him go absolutely feral for his internal crush on the boy who lived.

(i might make this a two part microfic but idk)

[drarry (draco malfoy x harry potter); mentions of spiking drinks, and flustered harry from draco’s suggestive flirting]

divider credits!!

stick around for the note at the bottom?

If anything, Harry James Potter shouldn’t be there at a party with a bunch of drunk seventh years. He should be in his dorm, laughing with his best friends.

But Ronald Weasley just had to go down there with Hermione Granger, something Harry couldn’t leave alone. So? There he was alone in the corner, swaying to the music with a half empty cup in his hands.

Everyone was invited to this Gryffindor party, including the Slytherins. The Slytherins were well-hated by the Gryffindors. That didn’t stop them from being there.

Draco Lucius Malfoy and his gang were there, to Harry’s surprise. They were only seen at the other houses’ parties, which (in Harry’s honest opinion) were a bit lame in comparison to Gryffindor’s.

It wasn’t fair that the beaming red lights hit his face so perfectly, outlining his already stunning features. He seemed to walk with such grace and poise, as if he were always balancing books on his head.

The red plastic cup in his hands contrasted with the silver rings that shimmered in the lights. All Harry wanted to do was see what those fingers really could...

Harry was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw someone lurking beside Draco. He squinted his eyes, realizing that the same person was pouring some pink liquid in the drink. Then, they fled the scene. Oh.. shit.

The bold (and slightly drunk) Gryffindor pushed through the crowd to warn his sworn enemy.

"Malfoy! Don't drink that!"

But it was far too late. The pale boy had already taken a sip, and promptly held his head in his hands. His friends glanced at him, patting his back soothingly. He waved them off, claiming to be okay.

By the time Harry had gotten there, Draco was bopping along to the music again. He pretended to be okay, but Harry could see through his deception. He nudged Draco, swaying to the beat of the song.

"Psst. Malfoy.."

Draco raised a brow, glancing over at Harry. "Potter? Go away, I don't need to speak to you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Someone spiked your drink with some pink liquid. I just saw."

"You're lying, aren't you? Is this some ploy to-"

"Just shut up and listen to me for once."

Malfoy stayed silent for a moment, looking down into his cup. He swirled it around, taking notice of the change in color and mass.

"Shit," the boy cursed under his breath, bringing the cup to his lips again to see what it was.

"Never thought I'd see the day where Malfoy curses in front of me."

Harry smirked, looking down at Draco with a hidden concerned expression. Draco took another sip, really tasting it this time.

His gaze met Harry's, and for a moment, he could've sworn it softened. Draco was all over him in an instant, almost kissing him.

Harry immediately pulled away, his ears burning in embarrassment. He hissed in protest, "What are you playing at, Malfoy? Did they drug you or something? Are you drunk?"

Malfoy smiled at him, shaking his head. "Oh, I'd never be like this if I was drunk. Let's go somewhere private, Harry."

Potter's eyes widened. He glanced around, taking the drugged boy by his hands to the top of the steps. Music faintly played while Draco looked at Harry like he was the best thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Draco asked, a dreamy look in his eyes.

His gaze swept over Harry, taking in every feature. Malfoy leaned in again, trying to steal a kiss. Harry Potter quickly dodged it, laughing sheepishly.

"Hey.. woah there buddy.."

Draco smiled again, something Harry didn't know could be so beautiful. "You're handsome. Can I kiss you?"

Harry's face flushed, and he went entirely flustered. "E-excuse me?!"

"Is that a yes? Or do you want a date first?"

Draco Malfoy seemed so willing, for someone who acted painfully straight a couple moments before. He wrapped his arms around the tall boy in front of him, smirking up at him. The look in his eyes was purely love, staring right into Harry's.

"N..no.. No.. Listen, Malfoy, you're drunk. Let's get you back to your dorm, alright?" Harry tried to reason, even if he wanted that kiss and date so badly.

He put Draco's arm over his shoulders, taking the simpering boy to his dorm. It was a long walk, especially with Draco constantly complimenting Harry or trying to sneak a kiss. Harry's face only got hotter and hotter by each word that came out of the pale boy's mouth. Harry simply couldn't get over it.

What was wrong with him?

Finally, they reached the Slytherin painting. "Hey, Malfoy. What's the password?"

"Pureblooded wizardry."

The painting slid open, allowing the Gryffindor to carry Draco in.

"Has anyone told you how hot you are?"

Harry stopped in his tracks, knees buckling. "I'm afraid not, Malfoy."

"Why do you even call me that?"

"What?"

"Malfoy," Draco answered, pulling Harry to his dorm.

"I.. I don't know. Do you want me to call you-"

"I want you to call me yours. But Draco is a good start too."

Harry was baffled. Now he was standing in the middle of this boy's room, jaw dropped all the way to the floor. Draco Malfoy smirked up at him, leaning close like he had done before.

"I never thought I'd see you here in my room. Though I prefer you.. without less items we'll say."

His face got even more flustered now. Harry pushed Draco into his bed, pulling the covers over him, and closing the bed curtains.

"Just go to sleep, idiot."

He heard Draco laugh from the curtains, then some soft snoring. He sighed tiredly. His feelings were even worse than before. Now he was falling harder than ever.

One question didn't leave his mind for the rest of the night; What was put in Draco Lucius Malfoy's drink?

Harry James Potter didn’t leave Draco Lucius Malfoy’s dorm until his dorm mates got back, which wasn’t till the next morning. They seemed shocked that he had stayed there for so long, sending him away with a screech.

Everyone that went to the party was facing a horrible hangover. Meanwhile, Harry was peacefully dozing in his bed. Ron was throwing up his guts, coughing and hacking up.

The sleeping boy’s thoughts shifted to Draco, wondering how he was doing. Waking up to the sound of pounding and screaming of his name, Harry pulled his bed curtains.

What the bloody hell was going on? It sounded like.. Draco..

Why was Draco there?

roses’ author note: hello lovelies!! i’m so sorry this was so late n long. as i said in another post, i was very busy these couple weeks. i will start queuing my posts, ensuring at least three more this month. thanks for giving my other works btw<33 i love y’all so much

(btw, if you see @betterblegulusrack following you back, it’s my main blog)

#drarry #draco malfoy x harry potter #draco x harry #draco and harry #love potion #harry potter fandom #harry potter microfic #tw spiking drinks #drink spiking

[weirdstrangeandawful]

TW: alcohol, drink spiking

Friendly reminder for both whump and real life (for different purposes) that adding more alcohol to an alcoholic drink is still drink spiking.

#whump #whump prompt #not whump #(I know weird combination of tags) #alcohol #drink spiking

[buildarocketboys]

Written for the day 6 @febuwhump, "you lied to me". Crossposted to AO3 here.

Pete kidnaps Patrick.

Please heed the tags!

Pete brings him a drink from the bar.

Patrick's eyes focus on him as he pushes through the crowd around the bar, burning so bright that Patrick has no eyes for anyone else. Certainly not the girl stroking his arm.

"Here you go, baby," Pete says, handing him his drink and slipping his now-free arm around his waist, glaring at the girl. She narrows her eyes at him before slinking off, tail between her legs.

"Saved you," Pete breathes hotly in his ear.

Patrick shakes his head, although he can't hide how pleased he is. "She wasn't doing any harm."

"Patrick! She was older than me. You are a young, nubile, hot property of 17 years old. She was perving on someone who wasn't even legal!" Pete's hand slips lower, fondling Patrick's ass.

Patrick raises his eyebrows. "If she's a perv, what does that make you?"

Patrick is fascinated by the way Pete's eyes flutter closed, the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows and bites his lip, expression darkening. "Patrick-"

Patrick bats at his arm lightly. "I was joking!" He wasn't, really, but- he wishes Pete's hand hadn't disappeared from his ass. If Pete is a perv, Patrick is happy to be perved on.

He takes a sip of his drink to stop him from staring at Pete's mouth. Then he frowns.

"What's in this drink, Pete?" he asks. "It tastes kind of weird."

"It's rum and coke," says Pete, eyebrows drawing together. His eye is twitching a little. "I don't know what you mean." He laughs a little too loudly. "Unless that chick spiked your drink!"

Patrick rolls his eyes and downs his drink so he doesn't have to taste it for too long.

That's the last thing he remembers until he wakes up in Pete's basement.

He doesn't realize anything is wrong at first. His head hurts, his mouth is drier than the Sahara and his vision is kind of fuzzy, but it's not the first time he's woken up hungover in Pete's basement after a house party. Sure, he usually ends up in Pete's bed, but-

But he wasn't at a house party.

He blinks his eyes open properly, raising his hand against the fluorescent light on the ceiling. He squints toward the door, which is closed. He opens his mouth to call Pete's name, and then realizes there's a strip of fabric tied over his mouth, and another wad of material stuffed inside. It's soaked up most of the moisture in Patrick's mouth, which explains why it feels so dry. He tries to pull it away from his face, but his fingers are clumsy and uncoordinated.

Patrick feels the first twinge of fear then, but he pushes it down. He calls Pete anyway, his voice muffled by the fabric. Then he shouts louder.

He gives up, his voice hoarse. This is probably Pete's idea of a prank, he thinks.

But there's a seed of doubt in his mind. Pete's pranks are stupid, and annoying, and sometimes gross. But they're rarely cruel.

Patrick sits up on the sofa and notices for the first time that he's naked apart from his underwear. What the hell had happened last night?

He sticks his hand in his underwear, checking- well. Just checking. He's not yet ready to acknowledge what he suspects might be going on here.

He braces himself, and stands up. The world wobbles a bit, but then rights itself. He stumbles to the door. This is gonna be so embarrassing, especially if Pete's not in to explain, but he has no idea what the time is or what happened last night, and he wants answers.

The door is locked.

Patrick sinks to the floor and his stomach sinks with him. He's starting to feel real fear. 

Did Pete lock him in here? Who else would have locked him in what he's certain is Pete's basement?

He feels sick to his stomach.

He raises his fist to hammer on the door, to bring someone down to let him out, but he hesitates. What if Pete's mom comes down? He doesn't want her to see him like this. And he doesn't want to get Pete in trouble.

Even if he's kidnapped you? asks the little voice in his head that he's trying to ignore.

He waits for several more minutes, hoping against hope Pete will open the door and come in grinning, laughing at Patrick for falling for it.

When Pete doesn't appear, Patrick takes a deep breath and hammers on the door, yelling as loud as he possibly can through the gag. It's only several minutes later, his voice going hoarse, when he hears the key turning in his lock.

He scrambles back from the door just in time to see Pete swing it open and step in.

He's so relieved to see Pete that he doesn't even consider running for it.

Pete pushes the door shut behind him, leaning back against it. "Calm down," he says. "Don't want to destroy your pretty voice, do we now?"

Patrick glares at Pete. He feels tears prick at his eyes and blinks them away angrily.

"'Oo lie do me," he says.

Pete raises his eyebrows. "What was that?" He pulls the gag down and tugs the was of material out of his mouth, leaving his fingers in there.

"You lied to me," Patrick says, a little more clearly, trying to spit Pete's fingers out of his mouth. Pete backs off, holding his hands up, but he's smirking a little - almost in spite of himself.

"What are you talking about?"

Patrick scowls. "I asked you what was in the drink. You said it was rum and coke."

"It was rum and coke," Pete says slowly, like Patrick is a bit dim. 

"Yeah, and Rohypnol!" Patrick spits.

Pete looks hurt. "I was looking after you, Patrick!"

Patrick frowns, uncertain for a second. "By gagging me and locking me in your basement?"

Pete is silent. He just looks at Patrick with his big sad eyes, and Patrick's always been a sucker for him, even now, even when he's spiked his drink and stripped him naked and gagged him and locked him in the basement.

Patrick sighs. "Is this some kind of stupid prank or something?"

Pete shrugs and shakes his head, looking pained.

Patrick feels ice gush into his stomach. "Did you spike my drink?" he asks heavily. Looking Pete in the eye. Like that'll make him tell the truth. Like Patrick has any power over him here. Like he ever did.

Pete doesn't answer. Patrick wants to think that maybe it wasn't Pete who spiked his drink; maybe it was that girl, somehow, like Pete had said. Pete would never hurt him.

Even though all the evidence points to otherwise.

Patrick waits. When Pete doesn't seem inclined to answer, Patrick takes a deep breath and asks his last question. "Are you gonna let me out of here?"

Pete shakes his head, refusing to meet Patrick's eye. He turns toward the door. "I'm sorry, Patrick," he says. He gags Patrick again, more tightly this time, and backs out of the room. He shuts the door behind him.

Patrick hears the click of the lock echoing in his ears for hours afterward.

#kidnapping #dead dove do not eat #dark fic #drink spiking #please pay heed to the warning tags here/on ao3 thanks! #peterick #my writing #febuwhump #febuwhumpday6

[roisinivy]

I spent the whole of january being sick, then lonely during valentines day and now I'm getting drugged while out with friends 💀

#fml #2024 is going horribly so far #drink spiking

[cemeterything]

the thing i hate most about being a survivor of medical abuse as a result of being raised by conspiracy brained alternative health obsessed parents is that i know exactly why they did it. they genuinely thought that they were saving my life. people will ask me "how could anyone do that to their child?" but as far as they were concerned refusing to let me be vaccinated or take antibiotics and throwing out post-surgery prescription drugs (including the ones meant to prevent life threatening infections) was better than being responsible for my death, which their stupid little conspiracy posts and pamphlets assured them would be drawn out and terrible. obviously they wouldn't have been responsible for anything but a happier, healthier child and i suffered a lot of unnecessary pain, but in the reality they lived in the alternative was a dead kid. unfortunately that means i have to live with some of the most horrifying experiences of my life being points of personal pride and evidence of the protective power of familial love and good parenting for them, but that's what they say about the road to hell and good intentions innit.

#🐉 #sorry mommy i cant trust you to fetch me a drink without spiking it with some snake oil tincture #but i appreciate the offer :)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

themthemthemthemthemthemthem-

#more of those lil requests i asked for a bit ago #the christmas one was so so fun i was delighted to finally draw ms. beagle being a total wingman for her son #and i got to draw howdy in a turtleneck again which is. one of my favorite things #i imagine that ms beagle will spend the whole evening trying to get howdy & barn under the mistletoe at the same time #oh my fucking god that would make a cute fic. adding a new section to my Thinkings doc #yes wally will be passed the fuck out in the corner after drinking too much spiked eggnog #jk he doesnt sleep #anyway hggggasncjasnclkask theyre soooooooooo ehehehehe yeah.... #i love drawing them Cozy so ty person for the excuse #love drawing characters comfy in bed together... i can live through them... #scribble salad #laughingstock #barnaby x howdy #howdy x barnaby #sometimes im sad. then i think about Them in a domestic setting and im cured

[thesameworms]

trying to process getting my drink spiked over the weekend. I have so many thoughts about it and just can’t get it into the right words. I never thought that it would happen to me. I never thought I’d let it happen to me. but I don’t have that kind of control over these things. the point is you don’t see it happen, the point is someone tries to fool you, to take advantage of you. I’m lucky I was in a group, I had friends around to take care of me and make sure I wasn’t hurt. but not everyone gets to be that lucky. I just hope they didn’t do this to anyone else, that nothing worse happened than me having a shit night and next couple of days. it’s a hopeless thought, I’ll never know who else they got, and I’m almost sure they tried someone else. I just don’t want it to be real. I don’t want to believe people still do this shit. I don’t understand how terrible people can be

#rant #drink spiking #i dont know how im supposed to feel #i just feel shit

[justadeadreaper]

okay so I'm curious- puptrapping you say? That you'd need another post to go into? I'd like to encourage this please

Puptrapping?

You want to hear about puptrapping, you say?

Anon, your wish is my command.

Just so you know, this is like you encouraging a crack addict by finding them a new dealer. I am not joking because this is my obsession at this point, but I do encourage you to send in more asks about Omega!Makarov or ideas you want me to write about because I will. I never originally thought of puptrapping; instead, it was my dear friend @frogchiro who said that she thought he would based on a comment I made about him tying you down to make sure you cum in him. Also, do thank @frogchiro because she helped me form these ideas in our late-night rants, and she is my biggest encourager.

Now that I have written this, I am tempted to write about Omega!Makarov with pups or a fic based on this idea if anyone wants it.

Obvious warnings for puptrapping (omegaverse version of babytrapping) and all the shit that goes with it, Omega!Makarov spiking your drink with an omegaverse version of Viagra (that sounds so fucking weird), but also a big misunderstanding between Omega!Makarov and reader.

This whole idea is based on it being a misunderstanding. Omega!Makarov is a feared man; no one even knows he is an omega; you were only allowed that grace of knowledge due to being his alpha -specifically chosen for being the most desired for your size and strength-. Knowing how secretive he was about his second gender, you presumed that he would never want pups as it would reveal his identity to the world, and he could not have that, could he? Hell, you did not even think he loved you; he only used you to satisfy his natural instincts that come with being an omega so that he would not be on a constant edge from having his subconscious desires not be fulfilled. You enforced the rule around using some form of protection as you did not want to force or pressure him into having pups that he would never want in a million years.

But oh, you poor, dumb alpha. How wrong could you be?

Omega!Makarov is infatuated with you. As soon as he saw you, he knew that you had to be his; no one else would be able to satisfy him after he saw you. Yes, he may be a cruel, heartless man but he loves you in his own special way and let me tell you he loves you with all his heart! He genuinely does! Now, being that he loves you so much, it is only natural that he wants your pups; it is only made worse by him being an omega and having the natural instincts to breed and have pups that poor omegas like him have. He knew he wanted pups from a young age, even if he knew that he did not love like a normal person does. Another part of him wanting to have pups is his own relationship with his father. A narcissistic, bullheaded alpha that abused Makarov and his poor brother for being omegas, Makarov had to watch as his poor mother was abused for not giving that asshole the alpha sons he desperately wanted. His father was never nice to him; he was a horrid father who chickened out at the last minute instead of suffering the consequences of his actions. Makarov does not want to be like that; he instead wants to be the best father he can be and have as many pups as he can to shove it to the old man who damaged him so much, to embrace the one thing his father abused him for and always forced him to hide.

So, for you to say that you need to use birth control? That is the biggest insult to him! Do you not love him? Do you not think he is a good enough omega to have your pups? Are you just using him to get yourself off? Are you planning on just dropping him off one day? Why do you not feel like him? He wants your pups so badly, why do you not want to give them to him?

He damn near hissed at you for suggesting such a thing, but he decided to hold his tongue as he knows he will get his way, he always has.

Now it just. depends on what type of birth control you force him to use for what he does to still be able to have your pups.

Condoms? Expect every single one to have multiple puncture holes from the set of pins that used to belong to his mother. Small enough for you not to notice but just big enough to allow enough cum to come through to give him a nice litter of pups. But that is only if you are stupid enough to allow him to be the only one to supply the condoms or allow him to be around the box by himself for longer than two minutes. If you buy them and never let him near them, you can be sure that those things will rip because, for some reason, your knot was a lot bigger than it normally is causing the condom to rip.

Birth control? He is lying about being on it. The prescription he showed you was a fake he forced a poor pharmacist to make as the pills inside that he showed you were nothing more than sugar pills mixed with the omegaverse version of Viagra known as an Amplifa that helps people knot while also increasing their fertility that he forced the drug dealers he hires to make. Each day, he will take them in front of you, knowing that they do not work. But if you are the one to supply the pills, then he is finding any pill or herb known to man to counteract it so that the birth control fails.

The Amplifa he uses to spike your drink and his own have a few side effects. I imagine omegas to have a reverse knot to match an alpha’s knot, which means they are doubly bonded. How it works is by inflating the sides of the passage like how, for an alpha, the base inflates to lock inside; it is to make sure that the alpha is being milked of all their cum and that the omega is too tight for the alpha to pull out. Since both he and you have been spiked with it, it causes your knot to inflate beyond the point of it being pulled out while he is too tight that it hurts to try and pull out. It also makes the knots last for hours upon hours instead of the normal half an hour to an hour, as it makes you cum so much. Not to mention it makes you incredibly more horny so you could fuck for longer.

With everything prepared, he has sex with you.

Once you are close to cumming he leg locks you making sure you can not push him off as you cum. Your knot inflating inside him as he milks you dry, all while he is still moving his hips in a specific motion to cause more friction that stimulates you and makes you hard yet again. Wiggling his hips and whining as you have yet another orgasm while the two of you are stuck together as his reverse knot will just not let go. Watching as his tummy begins to form a bump already as it grows from how much cum you have stuffed inside of it with every orgasm. He puts on the “I’m innocent, I swear!” act; he uses all the manipulation tactics he knows, the fake tears, the lies, the everything. He is just a simple omega who was trying to enjoy sex with his alpha; he has no idea what is going on. Whining over how worried he is since with this much cum he is most definitely already pregnant, even if you were being safe. All of this while he continues to move his hips as you cum once more.

And as soon as you are asleep from exhaustion and overstimulation he is gently caressing his stomach as he purrs. He can already imagine the litter of pups he will be having in a few months and how much of a happy family you all will be...

#tw: babytrapping #tw: puptrappping #omegaverse cod #omega!makarov #omegaverse #alpha!reader #makarov x reader #call of duty #cod #vladimir makarov #cod makarov #call of duty makarov #tw: tampered protection #tw: tampered birth control #tw: drink spiking #tw: drugging

[transformers-synergize]

Mystery flavor

#spike witwicky #bumblebee #spike #transformers fan continuity #transformers #tfs #transformers synergize #art post #To bad cybertronian can't taste and if human Tried to drink energon they most likely die #never know the flavor of the funny eletric rainbow juice #maccadam

[wiisagi-maiingan]

Hi if you struggle with opening containers (jars, bottles, etc) because of poor grip strength or w/e, there's lid opener tools that range from fancy electronic ones to super cheap and basic ones and they can be an absolute game changer. I have one that looks like an angry can opener and now I can actually open bottles on my own without wanting to break down crying from the pain.

#i don't know how to explain mine it's got a lot of spikes #if you search 'lid opener' you'll find a bunch and you'll know it when you see it #i didn't want to put this in the actual post because i don't want it to be misinterpreted #but it's actually really humiliating being forced to ask someone to open a bottle for me just so that i can have a drink #especially when i've been working at it for a while and i can't really use my hand anymore from the strain

[king4queenv]

So, this post is a continuation of this post. I hope you guys like it. Also, I'm not that good at writing.

Danny really shouldn't be surprised with how things turned out. After all, he didn't think it through when he told his parents that he missed Jazz. Now his parents were insisting that Danny go with Vlad to Gothom. He didn't want to spend time alone with the fruit loop. He wants to visit his sister, not go to one of those stupid fancy galas that Brucie Wayne was throwing. Still, if he is suffering, his sister is suffering with him.

"Did you have to drag me to one of these fancy galas, Danny?" "In my defense, if I'm suffering, so are you." Jazz had rolled her eyes at that comment. When they arrived at the gala, it looked like they weren't the only ones from Amity Park.

"Wait, Danny, look over there by the snack table. Is that Sam and Tucker." That was, in fact, Sam with Tucker by the vegan snack table. "Looks like Sam's parents dragged her to the party," Danny said as he started walking in their direction, with Jazz following behind him. "At least they let her choose the dress she wants," Jazz mentioned. At least he wasn't suffering by himself. He had his sister and friends to suffer with.

"Hay, guys," Danny called out to them. "Danny, Jazz, you're here too," Sam and Tucker acknowledge them simultaneously.

"Yeah, we're here with the fruit loop." Jazz answered them.

"So you guys are having fun?" Danny asked. "Na man, there is barely any meat to eat." "Other than the gala being boring, the only good thing is that there's a lot of vegan options." Tucker and Sam answered at the same time again. "So, do you guys want to get out of here," Tucker asked/suggested. Danny looked at him. "And go were." "Well, if it helps, I heard that Jackson Wang was throwing a party we could go." Jazz suggested.

They do end up going to Jackson Wang's party hence what happens in this post.

#dc x dp crossover #kpop #dpxdc #jackson wang #danny phantom #tucker foley #jazz fenton #sam manson #bruce wayne #there was supposed to be no alcohol which is why Jazz suggested the party but somebody spiked the punch and other drinks #could be jason x jazz #my motivation died but it might not stay dead like danny and jason

[chanelles-world]

I need enemies to lovers where he protects reader at a party when some guy tries to touch her after spiking her drink

FIGHT NIGHT • c sturniolo x reader

a/n: reader x chris ! this is a request and i truly hope i did it justice. i really loved this idea so it was fun to write. the way i’ll always love the enemies to lovers trope.

i didn’t add smut to this one bc it didn’t specify, but ive already got it written down if we want a part two?????

ps: this is long once again but trust it’s good

••••

the lights and music were glaring as you were standing against the wall in the back at some random college party when your enemy walked over. yes that’s right chris. you and chris hated each other and always seemed to get underneath each other’s skin. you can’t deny that there was tension between you two but you still despised him with no doubt. you two have known each other since the second grade. things were fine up until the 8th grade in middle school. you two were inseparable until everything just switched. now it’s like every little thing he did irritates the living hell out of you and vice versa.

“well look who it is..” chris sneers as a smirk lands on his face. he was holding a red plastic cup full of beer.

“what the fuck do you want?” you question, annoyed at the fact that he crawled his way into your presence.

“nothing much” chris says taking a drink of his beer. you roll your eyes in disgust. “then why the fuck did you come over here?” you ask growing impatient.

“to get you riled up” he says smirking “and it seems like it’s working” he chuckles.

“just go away you dick, i was fine before your annoying ass walked over here.” you say moving my eyes in the other direction.

“whatever, you just can’t deny that you want me real bad.” chris speaks before pushing past me. you roll your eyes and walk over to the bar that was situated in a corner.

you was about to pay for my non alcoholic drink when this dude showed up out of nowhere. you slyly looked him up and down out of the corner of your eye. honestly he wasn’t that bad looking.

“what’s up pretty” the mysterious dude says, turning your way to look at you with a smile. you look over at him with a slight blush on your face.

“hey..” you say getting shy. why the fuck was i getting shy? i barely know this guy and i’m blushing you thought to yourself

“here’s your non alcoholic drink!” the bartender says looking at you. “thank you.” you say about to pull out your wallet but the mysterious guy beats you too it. “here, keep the change” he says before taking a sip of his drink.

you give the guy a slight smile before slowly walking off. you walk to a table and take a seat. the guy follows you and sits across from you.

“what’s a pretty girl like you chillin by yourself? shouldn’t you be dancing or some shit?” the guy asks you. you take a drink before answering.

“i’m not feeling it and there’s no one to dance with fr.” you say shrugging your shoulders. you drink the rest of your drink before placing your cup down.

“hm i feel you.. here let me get you another drink then we can dance?” the guy questions. you nod your head agreeing with a smile .

a few minutes later the guy comes back. you take the drink and take a sip. something in the back of your mind told you it tasted weird but you weren’t thinking to the point it didn’t matter. you finish the drink in one sitting as you notice the guy staring at you.

“ready?” the guy says smirking. i stand up and take his hand in mine. “i’m so ready” you purr drunk at this point.

you both head into the crowd of teenagers who were dancing and joined them. your back was against his chest grinding him as his hands roamed your body.

“oh god you’re so hot.” the guy whispers in your ear. your brain was all fuzzy to the point you couldn’t even comprehend what was going on. you continue to grind your ass up against his crotch as the music kept playing. the guy decided to bring his hand up to your tits and start massaging them. after massaging your tits he makes his way down to your low rise skirt. you feel what he’s doing and start to feel uncomfortable. the guys fingers rise inside your skirt as you start to squirm trying to get away.

“ no s-stop” you whisper try telling the guy. you didn’t realize the whole time that someone in particular was watching you from the side. he was watching the whole damn thing and was getting pissed off.

the guy who you were dancing with wouldn’t listen to your no so you try again. “ugh stop it please!” you plead trying to grasp out of his hand but he holds onto you tighter. “no you’re mine for tonight baby..” he whispers in your ear, as he then begins to nibble on them. his fingers continue to ride up your thigh until he touches your thong. you feel like you were on the verge of crying as there was tears in your eyes. the music was blasting loud, the lights were off and there was a ton of people. this guy would just not listen to your pleads.

before his fingers could glide up your pussy you feel someone jump the guy who was touching you. the guy knocks down to the ground as you gasp and slightly jump away.

“you fucking bastard!” the voice sounded familiar. you turn around to see chris punching the guy in his face. the music stopped as people stopped dancing to watch the incident.

“oh my gosh! chris stop!” you yell frantically going over to try and get chris off the dude. you cared that chris came to help and you couldn’t be more grateful but fighting was not the case. chris finally pulled away and shoved him one more time to the ground. his bottom lip had a cut because the guy punched back but other than that he was fine. better than the other guy.

“don’t fucking touch her! i swear to god if you even try laying a hand on her again , you’ll regret ever living!” chris yells angrily.

you place your hand on chris’s back and his arm and pull him away before he pounces on the guy again. it takes a minute for chris to move along with you but he finally moves.

you take him to the back as the party carries on and you both sit down at a table. chris sits across from you, as you carry on to look at him. the tension was high. chris still seemed off

“damm chris, who knew you had it in you..” you say trying to lighten the mood. but the fact that you almost got raped was still lingering over your mind. you were still feeling a little light headed from the drinking.

“well someone had to do something.. that bastard was practically going to rape you.” chris spits out. you look away from his eyes as they clouded with darkness and not his usually bright blue orbs. you sigh as you sadly agree.

“i swear i tried telling him to stop and to get away from me.. but he wouldn’t budge and i-i’m pretty sure he spiked my drink? i don’t know..” you saying looking around as tears clouded your eyes.

“hey, it’s alright.. that dude was a bastard & doesn’t understand what consent n no means.” chris exclaims bitterly

you look down at the table, fighting to get rid of your tears that were threatening to fall. chris brings his hand over the table to caress yours. this was something??? you thought. you lift up your head to see chris staring at you.

“hey do we want to get outta here?” chris questions quietly. you don’t need to be asked twice as you nod your head.

chris grabs your hand as he guides both of you out the door to his car.

—

you and chris made it to your house. both of your parents were still gone so you invite chris inside. you both walk into the living room and take a seat on the couch getting comfortable.

you decided to ask a question that you didn’t expect an answer to. you didn’t know if this would change things for the worse or the better but you decided to ask anyways.

“chris.. can i ask you something.” you ask looking him in the eyes. his arms were spread out against the top part of the couch and his legs were spread out. he looks in your direction.

“um yeah shoot..” chris responds. you nibble on the bottom of your lip. “i just want to know.. what happened to us?” you take a few seconds before talking again. “we were practically inseparable but then high school came along and we just…. i don’t know..” you finish, sighing.

chris doesn’t answer for a few minutes. you begin to think if the question messed things up.

“i don’t know.. life happen i guess.” chris says. you didn’t realize but chris was lying thru his teeth.

you look away disappointed. you don’t know what you expected from him.

“oh um yeah i guess..” you say, sighing. “you know i just have a feeling it’s more than that though..” you say not letting go. out of the corner of your eye it looks like chris gulped nervously. you wonder why.

a/n: tehe i decided to do a cliff hanger, part two???

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there's gonna be a big report in a few years revealing that they put molly in this shit because there's no other way water can be this good

#they literally cannot miss #the regular water and lime/grapefruit variants all hit like nothing else when you're dehydrated/overheated/hungover #the regular spiked seltzer is good enough that you don't have the usual “wait why am i drinking watered down vodka” reaction near the end #the margarita spiked seltzer is to die for #even the canned ranch water hits

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all of loids problems would be fixed if he just got a full eight hours of sleep

#HES ALWAYS PASSING OUT FROM EXHAUSTION LIKE GO TO SLEEP #i could fix him *spikes his drink with sleeping pills* #spy x family #loid forger

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Dominic couldn't take it any longer. He thought being home would help, but it didn't, having not only his own trauma to contend with but being able to physically feel how everyone around him felt on top of that, and he just couldn't bear it, so he took off, leaving a note saying he needed space to clear his head.

Even that hadn't been enough, and he'd ended up back at a club he used to visit frequently with Tassos, unsure what he was even looking for there, but whatever it was, he just didn't want to feel anymore.

He hadn't realized someone was stalking him. That someone, once they had discovered that Tass was out of the picture, thought they'd swoop in and take advantage of the situation.

Before Dominic knew what was going on, he was feeling woozy and disoriented, and a dark-haired man with sharp blue eyes was introducing himself as Vander and talking like he knew him while coaxing him out of the club, an arm thrown around Dom to keep him from stumbling until he'd gotten him outside and guided him down an alleyway into the shadows, saying something about having waited far too long to get a taste of the pet Tassos had kept so selfishly to himself.

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