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The Aphrodisiacs Drink Meme

Welcome to the drinks meme! Use RNG or pick a drink that catches your fancy. Effects are coupled, so the more the merrier (and kinkier)! All drinks include powerful aphrodisiacs and the bar features handy private rooms stocked with everything your fantasies require.



1. red - juicy red apple spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. effect: extreme, sudden arousal. You need someone, anyone, and you needed them yesterday.

2. orange - fresh orange juice with vanilla-laced champagne. effect: voyeurism. who cares who's watching? you want it right here and now. Or maybe you're the one who's into watching?

3. yellow - sweet and sour lemonade topped with meringue. effect: violence. angry hatesex can be more fun that it sounds...

4. green - lime sparkler with coconut and green tea flavors. effect: jealousy/yandere. You'll crave your partner desperately, and no one else can have them.

5. blue - crushed blueberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: domination. You'll have the urge to beat someone into submission. Make them the dog they really are.

6. purple - crushed blackberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: submission. You'll submit to any demands, and pain becomes the greatest pleasure. Who knew bleeding could feel so good?

7. pink - sweet sparkling champagne with strawberries. effect: loving. Your coupling will be adoring and loving. Onlookers will puke from the sweetness.

8. black - licorice and chocolate liqueurs. effect: The strongest of them all. There's no fighting the urge to fuck after drinking this. Even the most stoic of people can't resist this drink.

9. brown - coffee with hazelnut and cream. effect: energizing. You'll want to go all night, nothing can stop you. Multiple orgasms are nothing.

10. white - frozen coconut with jelly balls. effect: extreme bondage. You'll be frozen in place and desperate to be bound.

11. grey - earl grey tea with honey. effect: genderswap. Not the prettiest of drinks, but it will make you into the prettiest (or most handsome) belle of the bar. Just a sip gives the unbearable urge to crossdress.


meme written by spoilering

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[teenyoda]

7

[anticonvulsant]

Her first choice, of course, had been the sparkling champagne sent their way via waiter loaded with all kinds of drinks. The fact they'd been able to get into this bar at all was thanks to their fakes, and no one had checked them since they got in, which Erica was attributing to her fabulous rack. After all, displaying it was what got them in, in the first place.

The pounding music probably should have bothered her ears more, but she was mostly able to tune it out, probably because she was a teenager and loud music was kind of their thing. Settling back onto the couch, she handed Stiles one of the champagne flutes, and raised her glass in a toast.

"Happy birthday to me."

[teenyoda]

Why he'd allowed himself to be talked into being dragged out with Erica for her birthday, he'll never know. But, here he was, in a club with too-loud music, something pink and bubbly in his hand, and a blonde sitting beside him with a wide, pleased smile.

Oh, right. That's why. He clinked his glass to hers, then lifted it. "Happy birthday, Erica." Smiling, he took a sip. Whatever was in it was sweet, almost sickeningly so for the first moment. Then the sweetness eased and it tasted pretty damn good.

[anticonvulsant]

It was sweet, tasted faintly of strawberries, and Erica finished half of hers in one go. She grinned at him, nudging his knee with her own. "Thanks for coming with."

[teenyoda]

He was finishing his drink off, glass tipped up to let him get the last of it when she nudged him. The last of it dribbled over his chin and he tried to wipe it up. "What? Yeah, of course. No problem. It's your birthday, right? Yay, birthday." The last was said somewhat feebly. Shouldn't there be girls here? Or like, werewolves?

[anticonvulsant]

To be honest, he was the only one she'd asked. Turning eighteen had made her a little more bold when it came to matters of who it was she wanted to sleep with, and number one on that last, placing above Chris Evans, was Stiles.

The assumption she had friends outside of her pack was wrong as well. The only girls were Lydia and Allison, and while Erica didn't hate them, they didn't exactly have sleepovers to talk about boys and makeup.

So Erica had decided that this year, she was giving herself a date with Stiles for her birthday. Without Stiles' knowledge. Whoops. The tail end of that comment ending the way it did didn't go by unnoticed, either, and Erica stilled, fingers curling around the stem of her champagne flute. "You don't have to stay if you don't want."

[teenyoda]

"What? No, I didn't say that." It hadn't been in the 'why am I here' tone, but the 'why am I here', like he didn't know why she'd invite him of all people. Why not Isaac? Or Boyd? Or Derek?

"I want to be here." His hand moved over to her knee, patting it in an attempt at being consoling. Except he didn't move it away. She had a nice knee. Did she know that?

[anticonvulsant]

She had a nice everything, and she knew that. His hand on her knee felt nice, though. Warm, a little soft. "Good. Cuz I want you here, too," she replied looking up at him this time, catching his eyes. "I wanted to be alone with you. For my birthday."

[teenyoda]

She looked up at him and he froze. When had her eyes gotten so brown? They were like... chocolate pools he wanted to swim in. Or eat. No, eww. No eating of the eyes.

"Yeah?" His voice cracked on the word, his hand inadvertently squeezing her knee. "I, uh, I'm glad I could be here. For you. Here. On your birthday. With you. Alone." God, not alone enough.

[anticonvulsant]

"Yeah."

Wow, when did she get so shy? Erica downed the rest of her champagne, and leaned a little closer to him, shoulders brushing. "I know it's stupid, but... It means a lot. So thanks."

[teenyoda]

"It's not stupid." No, it wasn't. It was actually sort of nice to have someone that wanted him around. Him and not his computer or his access to his dad's files or to get closer to Scott.

"You look pretty tonight."

[anticonvulsant]

"Thanks," came the response. Erica moved a little closer to him, tilting her head to the side and grinning a bit. "So do you."

[teenyoda]

She moved closer and he looked down at her, brows raised in curiosity. "Oh? Um... thanks." He looked down at himself, his usual plaid and jeans ensemble accompanying him and him not thinking much of it. But hey, if it made her happy...

[anticonvulsant]

It suited him. Granted, he cleaned up nice, too, but he looked good in plaid and jeans. Playfully shoving him with her shoulder, she laughed a bit, cheeks suddenly pink. "You're welcome."

Reaching up, Erica toyed with the collar of his plaid shirt a little bit. "Why do you wear so many layers?"

[teenyoda]

"I don't wear that many." Just his t-shirt and the plaid over it. And maybe his hoodie. He was scrawny. He needed padding.

But he liked the way she was playing with his collar, trying to look down to see her hand but not being able to. So he settled for looking her in the eyes. "What's wrong with layers?"

[anticonvulsant]

"Nothing, nothing!" She laughed, the sound a little too giddy and what was in those drinks? Alcohol wasn't supposed to effect her. "Just curious what's underneath, that's all."

[teenyoda]

"What's, uh... underneath?" He felt himself flush, his eyes dropping to the low cut v of her shirt as she asked that. He'd found himself wondering the same thing about her and it was hard not to keep staring down that inviting little valley.

[anticonvulsant]

"Well, yeah," she responded, moving her hand from his collar to his collarbone. "I mean, you're in sports. And I think you're literally the only one I haven't seen without his shirt on," she continued, finally noticing where his eyes were. Her lips turned up slightly, and she shifted a bit, sticking her chest out a little more. "Even in gym, you always wore baggy clothes."

Because she'd looked. She'd always looked at him in the classes they'd shared, even if he'd never looked back in return. He was tall, and when she could see his arms, they looked toned, but it was hard to tell with all the layers and t-shirts and sweatshirts.

So she was curious. Even if he wasn't fit, Erica was pretty sure he still looked good. This was Stiles. She'd think he'd look good in anything.

[teenyoda]

"I'm scrawny." It popped out, his eyes darting back up to hers as he licked his lips nervously. She most definitely was not scrawny. She was smooth curves and things to grab on to that had him feeling like he wanted to drape himself over her right now.

He didn't, couldn't, not here at a bar on her birthday. Way to be a creep, Stiles. But she was touching his neck and he could feel his skin prickling from it, making him lick his lips again.

[anticonvulsant]

"You are not," she said, admonishing him. She reached down and squeezed at his bicep, eyes catching on the movement of his tongue at his lips. "This is solid."

[teenyoda]

God, Erica. Stop with the innuendos. If she kept pressing up against him and touching him, his arm wouldn't be the only solid thing there.

He turned more towards her, not really able to stop his hand from coming up and tucking hair behind her ear. "Bony. It's bony."

[anticonvulsant]

Her skin tingled where he brushed it to move her hair, and she leaned into his touch a little bit, shaking her head. "No way. That's muscle."

[teenyoda]

"Now you're just being nice." And she smelled good. He leaned in, nose almost brushing her hair to take another whiff. Really good.

[anticonvulsant]

"Maybe. But it's also true." She trailed off as he leaned in. "Did you just smell me?" But she didn't sound disgusted by it. In fact, the question was punctuated by a soft giggle, and Erica leaned in close as well, pressing her nose up to his neck where his pulse was.

[teenyoda]

"No... maybe." His eyes closed as she nosed against his neck, his hand lifting to rest in her hair. It was so soft. He ran his fingers through it, playing with the strands. "If I did, I might say you smelled pretty good."