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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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Re: Black like his soul.

[loupaigre]

"Looking for you. You weren't answering your phone." No, he wasn't worried and that was something he tried to express in the furrow of his brow and the way he tried to glare at Scott.

But something was wrong. He could feel something different in him, a heat that moved up through his stomach and spread out towards the rest of his body. He could feel his hand tingling where it still rested on Scott's shoulders, the fingers closing of their own volition around the jacket it held.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but he paused, mind unsure of what it was he'd been going to say.

Without warning, an intense and insistent arousal hit him, making him almost instantly hard and causing the hand clutching at Scott's jacket to pull him in closer. A light sweat had broken out on his forehead and his cheeks were pink, pupils dilated as he looked at Scott. What the hell had just happened to him? What was in that drink?

[mccallmemaybe]

"I left it at home." It was easier to not give in to the temptation of calling or texting Allison if he didn't have his phone on him, even though it was handy to have a phone on you in case of an emergency.

Scott groaned at the thought of how many missed how calls Derek must have left him, but an unexpected shift in the air caught his attention. Something was happening to Derek... Something bad.

"What's wrong with you?" Scott asked, almost thinking he'd been shot again. And then he smelt it, smelt it all over Derek, in his sweat, in his breath that was hitting Scott's skin from Derek holding him close. Derek was aroused. And the same thing was happening to Scott. Never before had he felt such a violent urge to fuck. He didn't fuck full stop. He had loving sex with Allison... well, used to. He didn't fuck people, and he most certainly didn't want to fuck Derek...

Except he could feel himself being propelled by something as he pushed himself up against the Alpha.

"What's happening?" Scott stared back at Derek with equally dilated pupils, his eyes confused. "I feel like I'm gonna turn, I've gotta get out of here..." He looked around for Stiles, so he could find him and leave, but Scott couldn't see him anywhere. He tried to pick up on his best friend's scent but all he could smell was Derek, which just made him mad, like he wanted to hit Derek but at the same time he wanted to kiss him until his mouth bled.

[loupaigre]

Derek shook his head as he tried to force his brain to form words, to articulate anything other than the few that were blazing neon in his brain. His thoughts towards Scott had always been a grudging respect. Scott infuriated him sometimes because of his inability to just fall in line and do what he told him to, but at the same time, he respected him for doing it his way, the hard way, and coming out on top anyway. He had a morality that Derek had lost a long time ago and that idealism was what drew Derek to him. What made him want to have him in his pack. He needed someone like Scott around to keep him from becoming like Peter. He needed him around, but he'd never thought of him as anything other than a pack mate. A companion.

This intense arousal was stronger than anything he'd felt before. Even in the middle of one of his very enthusiastic fucks with Kate, because that's all they'd ever been, he'd never felt anything like this. It was like he couldn't breathe unless it was laced with someone else's breath or the scent of their skin. He moved closer, pushing at Scott, trying to cling to that last vestige of sanity when he heard Scott say he felt like turning. They had to get out of here. They had to get somewhere safe.

Somewhere private. Somewhere where he could give in to the urge to lick and bite at the body in front of him. He leaned in, nose brushing against Scott's cheek and following it up with a darting lick of his tongue as he kept pushing him back, trying to find somewhere for them to go.

[mccallmemaybe]

Scott tried to keep his mind focused on Stiles. Thinking about his best friend was what was stopping him from completely losing control. He had to stay away from Derek because what if Stiles saw? He'd never let them live it down. He had to find Stiles...

But Derek. He could feel Derek consuming him with his scent and strong, built body pressed up against him.

"Derek," Scott practically growled, because he wanted answers from him about what was happening, as if Derek knew something he didn't and wasn't telling him as usual, but he was annoyingly quiet. He felt Derek's tongue flicker against his skin too quick and with Derek pushing at him, he bumped back against a wall. He had to resist the urge to yank Derek towards him and just grind up against him against the wall of the club until he got the release he desperately needed.

"Outside," Scott hissed at him. "Your car..." Hopefully Derek had drove here. They needed to go somewhere, anywhere that wasn't out in the open like this, especially when Scott could feel the tip of his claws coming out, raking them against Derek's chest. Luckily it was too dark for anyone to notice.

[loupaigre]

The sting of claws against his chest had him doing exactly what Scott wanted to do; grinding his crotch against his with a needy growl. He knew better. The sane part of his mind was railing at him, trying to get him to snap out of whatever the hell was wrong with him. But his body was completely out of control in terms of what it wanted and how it was going about getting it.

The words filtered through the haze of arousal and he nodded, hand still clutching Scott's jacket like a lifeline. He stalked through the crowd, bodies that had inhibited his process before parting before him easily now, letting him and Scott exit. He wasn't sure if his eyes were lit or not, but he was on that edge of changing as well, need and desire and anger and everything all tangled up into one ball that was making it difficult to process.

He was hoping the night air would help clear his mind, clear his senses of the scent of Scott that had taken over them, but a they exited the club into the dark of the night, that hope was crushed. The night called to him, enhancing the scent of everything around him, including Scott. "Over there," he said, voice a low growling rumble that barely sounded legible. Shit. He was losing it.

[mccallmemaybe]

Scott couldn't believe Derek of all people was grinding against him, and worst of all, it felt exactly like what Scott needed right now, except it was only the tip of the iceberg.

He was grateful for Derek getting them out of the building, trying to walk through the club while dragging his hands over Derek at the same time, practically trying to claw through his clothes.

With Derek pointing out where his car was parked, Scott got his claws around Derek's arm and dragged him over to the vehicle. But instead of waiting for Derek to open it, Scott just ended up pushing him up against the car hard, hard enough that Scott could have smashed the driver's window if he'd aimed Derek's head at it. He immediately pressed himself against Derek, nestling his face into the Alpha's neck to smell him and then lick at the skin there.

"You should... drive us to see Deaton," Scott mumbled. "Maybe he can... fix this..." Whatever this was. His boss seemed to know a lot about werewolves. Except Derek didn't seem like he was in any condition to drive right now, and Scott was too busy being all over him to let him drive.

[loupaigre]

He was about to drag Scott over to his car, but the teen beat him to the punch, almost literally. He felt himself thrown up against the car, the breath leaving him from the impact. But he sucked air back in and focused on what was important; getting his hands over as much of Scott as possible.

Scott's nose was against his neck and he actually whimpered, arching his body up into Scott's when he felt the tongue. It had been so long since he'd been with anyone, since he'd let his guard down and let anyone near him, he didn't realize how much he'd missed it. He hadn't been with another werewolf since New York, and the idea of it sent a spasm of need through him.

That sane part of his brain was looking on in horror, wondering what the hell he was doing and why he was doing it with Scott, but there was too much of him that was caught up in the drug, whatever it was. "Can't. I can't. I can't... not touch you."

He wished he was kidding, but his hands were pushing at Scott's jacket, lifting up his shirt to touch the toned stomach it hid.

[mccallmemaybe]

Had Derek actually whimpered? Scott had never heard him make that sound before. It was so unlike him, but then it was so unlike them to be doing any of this with each other. Someone had definitely done something to them. Nothing about this felt natural. Scott almost felt like he was having an out-of-body experience right now, watching himself get hot and heavy with the person he'd spent so long despising thanks to trust issues.

Incredulous, Scott's mouth fell open at Derek's words, letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as he felt Derek's hands touch his abs.

"Okay," Scott accepted his answer, ruling out driving. He tried to come up with another plan, though a solution was staring him right in the face right now, but he was trying his best to ignore it, to ignore idea that the only way to make this stop was to just let it happen. But it was becoming harder to ignore how hard they both were, their erections digging into each other's thighs. It still felt too public.

"We should get in the car anyway," Scott suggested breathlessly. "We're too out in the open still." And Scott still felt like he could turn at any moment.

[loupaigre]

It was probably a good idea, but Derek's wolf side balked at being trapped in such a small space when it wanted to bend Scott over the hood of the car and slide into him. Or over anything, really. He nipped at Scott's throat, gentle bites mixed in with harder nips that left marks that faded instantly.

"Don't want to." His eyes were red and glowing, his nails sliding free. He used one to hook in the front of Scott's shirt, slicing it open all the way and baring his chest to him. That was what he wanted. A naked Beta who smelled just as turned on as he felt. Derek couldn't actively think past the all consuming lust around him, but when he could, he was going to hate himself for this, and not just a little.

"Pants off." The words came out with a gravelly rumble, his teeth growing as his wolf wanted to take over. He couldn't hold onto his anchor when he was completely consumed by something so different.

[mccallmemaybe]

Derek was biting at his throat like a madman, or a madwolf. He was surprised at how gentle some of the bites were, but when the harder bites came, they went straight to Scott's dick.

Scott didn't back down from the red eyes Derek was making at him. He was obviously trying to take control here and although Scott felt like he should obey Derek, because he was a beta and Derek was an alpha, Scott didn't want to be bossed around by Derek. Ever.

And then Derek sliced his shirt open. His favorite shirt. Scott didn't know whether to be livid or turned on by Derek being so desperate to get him naked that he had gone as far splitting his clothes apart.

"You owe me a new shirt," Scott said in a voice that sounded so unlike his own, low and threatening. With one hand slamming Derek's shoulders back against his car, Scott growled back at him, "You first," undoing the belt at Derek's waist and opening up his pants. They were lucky it was dark and Derek had parked in a fairly secluded area.

[loupaigre]

He'd get Scott a damn closet full of shirts if he'd just take his fucking clothes off. Now. Derek felt the tugs as Scott undid his pants, his hips getting jerked as he was kept held to the car by his shoulder. He should be furious about this. He should be raging against being held down by a god damn Beta. His wolf should be sliding out and tearing him to pieces even as he fucked him.

But there was a huge part of him that considered Scott more of an equal then a subordinate. His wolf wanted to lick and nip and play as much as it wanted to rut and fuck and bite.

When his pants were opened and he could feel air sliding over him, he moved his hands to Scott's pants, jerking him against him even as he worked to open them, needing him in a way that he didn't think he should be able to breathe past. "Satisfied?" The question was rhetorical. He had a feeling Scott wouldn't be satisfied with anything Derek did and that he wanted to make him suffer for every little indiscretion.

His hand slid in to move past underwear to hot skin underneath, claws as out of the way as he could get them while still having them out as he wrapped his fingers around him.