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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.

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[Stiles wants to die.

Usually not dying is pretty high on his priorities list. Number one, actually, especially when they're on an Alpha pack stakeout in a dark club and Stiles is stuck with Sir Grumpsalot at the bar.

One drink--on the house--seemed like an okay idea at the time. And it tasted awesome, sweet and a little spicy, so it took Stiles about five minutes to polish his off, and now he has a serious problem. Which is why he wants to die.

Teenaged hormones are pretty unpredictable on a good day, but the quiver of relentless heat pooling low in his stomach is not normal. The bass pounding in his ears isn't helping, nor are the throngs of people grinding up on each other on the dance floor because now all he can think about is getting off, and soon.

Stiles doesn't know how much Derek has had, mostly because he's trying really hard not to look at him, nostrils flaring with a sharp intake of breath and dear god, Derek can probably smell him.

Freaking werewolves.]

Dude, I think-- [He passes a hand over his face, rubbing at his jaw as he tries not to focus on how sweaty he suddenly is. Sexy.] I think they spiked these.

[ it's definitely bad enough that he got stuck with stiles for this entire mess, but that he'd actually decided to drink whatever had been set in front of them? dumb move, hale. normally he wouldn't -- why waste the time or drink when it does nothing to him? -- but this time anything had been better than listening to stiles babble and bitch at him over something that wasn't his fault, so he'd downed the drink, had found it nothing special.

until now.

blood roars in his ears, leaving stiles' words barely audible above the hammering of his heart ( or is it stiles'? ), has his skin feeling too hot under layers of clothing which isn't helped by the overwhelming amounts of scents within the bar. one being very much the teen's sitting next to him. it's clouding his normally sharp senses, leaves him to blink at the sheriff's son like he's trying to decipher him -- why does he appear so different now, so good -- before tearing his eyes away, forcing his face back to that normal scowl.

he only barely even acknowledges what stiles is saying. ]

We need to leave.

[ he means to say i, but it doesn't happen and he's up a moment later, hand gripping the bar like he's grounding himself from losing it while waiting for stiles to do the same. ]

Come on. Up.

[If Derek's suggesting they book it when some poor unsuspecting co-ed could get eaten at any moment, then something's seriously wrong. Stiles makes the mistake of glancing up at him when he has that thought, and the next totally uncalled for thought he's graced with falls something along the lines of wanting Derek to eat him up.

Yep. Still wants to die.

Stiles almost manages to knock his bar stool over when he rises, jaw clenching as his shoulder bumps Derek's chest and oh my god did he do pull-ups before driving over here because his pecs are actually unreal.]

I'm gonna start bringing flasks to parties. [It's muttered under his breath, knowing without looking that Derek's right behind him as he tries to weave through the crowd to the exit but people keep bumping into him and this is literally the worst thing that has happened to him, ever.

He pauses as they reach a wall by the bathrooms, because it occurs to him that a normal date rape drug--or an aphrodisiac or whatever the fuck--shouldn't be affecting Derek unless it's werewolf strength.]

Are you seriously-- [Stiles is trying to focus just on Derek's eyes, but there's an intensity in his gaze that really isn't helping to ground him, here, chest rising and falling heavily with his breathing.] You're feeling it, too?

[ derek on the other hand does his best not to look at stiles once he manages to finally look away, and instead lets the teen slip into the crowd where he follows. what he does allow himself is to downright glare down anyone who so much as glances at stiles, let alone bumps into him. they have no right to touch is what he wants to growl, to claim and make sure everyone knows it-- but he doesn't, doesn't fucking let himself because something is wrong and it's only getting worse.

when stiles stops, derek almost bumps into him, but manages to step to the side just in time. last thing he needs is to feel the teen's form against his own ( but he wants to, the wolf that runs through the blood in his veins demands it ), it's enough to smell him from this close, the scent alluring like never before. ]

Why are you stopping?

[ it's a little desperate, the hint of a growl in his voice clear like he's angry with stiles for pausing. his hands flex by his sides, where he's normally calm and near stoic, he now feels like he can't sit still, doesn't want to. which is why he's moving again a beat later, though this time in the way he least wants to. derek crowds stiles further against the wall, trapping him there with hands on either sides of the teen's face. clawed fingers ground himself there, like he's both keeping the distance from doing what he really wants to, and making sure stiles doesn't get any ideas about slipping from him. ]

Yes.

[ for the first time uncertainty passes over his face, a brief flash of it that doesn't last long. he needs stiles to understand that whatever's happening, it's not out of their choice, and if they don't get out of here, derek can't promise he'll be strong enough to fight off whatever it is that their drinks were laced with. ]

Which is why I need you out of this bar.

[ outside where there's fresh air and room and-- and where he can leave. ]

[If Derek thought cornering him was going to help even a little, he was definitely sorely mistaken. Stiles' breath hitches when the claws come out, heartbeat thumping loudly enough that he half-hopes Derek will just reach in there and rip it out of his chest so neither of them have to listen to it anymore.

He feels too hot. Derek looks too hot, and Stiles wants to choke on that thought because it's taking every ounce of his control not to press up against him, rock their hips together and taste the lingering spice of that drink on Derek's mouth.]

Derek. [It's throaty, eyes half-lidded and that's not at all what he meant to say. There were quips loaded on the back of his tongue, about how hey, might be easier to get out of the bar if a human wall weren't keeping him from going anywhere, but instead his tongue is darting out to wet his lips, gaze focusing on Derek's.]

[ if derek was anywhere near his right state of mind, he might do just that. it would ease up the tension building in his body, the urge to just go for it-- and hell, he could even explain it to scott as an accident. or something.

but never mind those thoughts, he doesn't have room for them right now. the way stiles says his name snaps something in him, the drink only pushing him further as he all but snarls lowly before doing what stiles is holding himself back from; pushing closer, hands dropping as one greedily drags down stiles' chest. he doesn't know why he ever thought crowding stiles against the wall would be a good idea, only that the teen was there one minute-- stopping when they needed to get out --and looking good, like he belonged there the next.

so derek takes what's presented to him for once. ]

Shut up. [ his mouth mutters the words, no real meaning behind them, before leaning in closer, eyes red and dropped down as he's pressing against the side of stiles' mouth, a spark of something lighting in his stomach when he tastes skin. it's greedy from there, more demanding as he chases that taste, wants more as his senses fill with stiles. whatever is happening makes him irresistible and derek's long since quit fighting. ]

[It feels like there's an electrical current pulsing through his veins with each second Derek holds him here, skin crackling with heat to the point where it's actually becoming painful. He's aching for something he shouldn't have, because this is Derek, and that's about as crazy and off-limits as he could get.

And then Derek is kissing him.

It's not quite a kiss, actually. It's like Derek is claiming him, which is such a freaking werewolf thing to do and Stiles would comment on that, except that his lips are occupied with catching Derek's in an actual kiss, hot and open-mouthed and desperate. His fingers grab at the front of his shirt, twisting in the fabric to anchor himself. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't really help.]

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