the sex pollen meme

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The Sex Pollen Meme

This is a highly sexual and somewhat dangerous meme! Many if not all options are potentially triggering. Please use your best judgment before participating.

1. Comment with your character, putting their name, canon, and any prefs (e.g. women only, not #4, AU, aged up, etc.) in the subject line and/or comment.
2. When other characters tag in, they'll use this handy RNG (1-9) to pick an option from the list below.
3. Have fun, sex peeps up, ???, profit.

Options:

1. The Slutty One: When you're sprayed with this pollen, all you wanna do is bang. All inhibitions go out the window—if you don't get some orgasms pumping out, your whole world is gonna end. Seduction, debasement, that's what this option's all about. Do whatever it takes to get that sweet, sweet satisfaction.

2. The Violent One: This pollen makes you wanna bang, sure, but it also makes you pissed as fuck. Everything's painted in red—the anger's overwhelming. Whoever you see next? That's who's taking the full force of your assault. You don't know if you wanna punch 'em or kiss 'em, but something's gonna happen.

3. The Soulmate One: There's only one person the pollen is driving you to find, driving you to romance, driving you to be with—biblically. And maybe it's not someone you want to be this attracted to, but your mind/body/spirit—everything's saying yes. Even if your sensibility alone says no. Time to hunt out your soulmate and convince them this is destiny.

4. The Touch-based One: This pollen works a tad differently from the others. Instead of dousing an individual and making them need, it waits until they've touched someone. It could be the slightest brush of fingertips, it could be a kiss from an already willing lover. Whatever it is, the pollen's activated, and there's no going back. Every touch feels a little bit better than the last.

5. The Possessive One: This sex pollen is the lovechild of options 2 and 3—a pollen that makes you crazy about that one particular person. You've gotta have them, protect them, own the moment. There's no one you'd rather be 'sharing' this with, and no one they're allowed to. Jealousy and need taken to the highest level.

6. The Snuggly One: The lightest of all the sex pollens, this variety just asks for some good, snuggly fun. Not necessarily vanilla, but definitely kinder. A hug can be just as good as a handjob if it's from the right person. Kinda.

7. The Hallucinogenic One: Whooooa, man. This is a trip. Nothing's looking quite right, the sky is purple, the ground is pitch black, and the person in front of you looks like your latest wet dream. This pollen clogs the mind and leaves its victim feeling high and confused. What a predicament.

8. The Animalistic One: Speaking of dulled down thought processes—this pollen has removed all of them. Nary a one remains, because now you're pure animal, living in the moment, looking for a mate. Your ability to speak in more than hisses and growls and monosyllabic conversation's been compromised. Let's hope it passes.

9. Wild Card: Mixup, mashup, do whatever you like.

Comments

montgomery scott | star trek aos

[techicanery]

james t kirk | star trek aos

[lookatthis]

[spohkh]

[Any preference on who is effected?]

nyota uhura {63} | star trek aos

[nameinherited]

roll for pollen

[ozhika]

It certainly is his just desserts, for putting himself in the way of harm when a simple shout or a shove may have sufficed. It was impulsive, and while logic might have decreed a different action, there was frankly no time to spare between the stimulus and what transpired.

There is a moment wherein Spock falls beneath the barbs shot by the plant, onto his back, momentarily whited out and reeling with the pain. He cannot be held accountable for what little sounds he makes then, where he falls, whose arms he's being scooped into. What was once his pillar of strength, his mind, is shaken by the sudden douse of heat roiling down through his chest, coursing through his blood. Even as the barbs are plucked free and he becomes admonished by the rest of his team, the Vulcan assumes an imitation of his previous level of control.

He joins their communications officer, a necessity for what may be a first contact in the veritable Eden the world otherwise represents.

carol marcus | star trek aos

[evolvingcomposure]

spock {63} | star trek aos

[castlogical]

A 1/3 hybrid. Probably shouldn't, but will anyway. X)

[spacelingo]

Uhura was doing what could more or less be described as rutting in her seat while struggling to focus on the current Enterprise debriefing. It had been the usual set-up: Another voyage, another distant planet equipped with unfamiliar flora and fauna. In this instance, the former included a rather aggressive plant that spat who knows what kind of substance at Uhura simply because she had the audacity to stand near it while waiting for an update on their coordinates. Naturally she didn't make a fuss - just dusted off the residue and carried on like the brave officer she was.

Then she fell in line behind Spock on their way back to the transport area.

Spock was beautiful. That was no secret to anyone, and certainly not a secret to the commander herself, seeing as Uhura always made it a point to tell her as much during their more private moments. But there was something about the stride in her step, the straightness in her posture, and not to mention the curve of her ass that began to drive Uhura crazy with desire. By the time they'd made it back to the ship, she'd fantasized about a thousand different ways in which she could have Spock. Now if only she could get through the damned meeting, perhaps she could make some of those fantasies a reality.

In the meantime, she kept one leg crossed tightly over the other as she did her best to endure. As Jim rattled on about the power of excellent teamwork, Uhura squeezed her eyes shut and begin rocking, quite lewdly, in her chair. Please, please, let this be over soon...

Khan | Star Trek Reboot | Castmates preferred

[warriorsmind]

Spock | Post Into Darkness

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

Jamie Kirk (63'd Jim) || Star Trek Reboot || F/M

[gtfomychair]

Lenora McCoy (Rule 63 Bones) || Star Trek Reboot || F/M

[doc_not_a]

spock | star trek (aos)

[ozhika]

1 & 2

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

[It's a series stupid mistakes. Letting himself get talked into going down on the away team, that's mistake one. Letting Jim start poking around without scanning everything first, leaving him alone long enough to do that? Mistake two. Shoving him out of the way to take the full brunt of something that smelled saccharine and musky that prickled his skin with a tingling sensation that settled into warmth not unlike a low grade fever shortly after? Mistake number three. Whatever it was it isn't lethal just yet and there's samples taken and scans made and they don't want to contaminate the ship so he's left in a cave with the science officer, of course, and letting himself get frustrated over mistakes one through three is mistake number four.

Growling out his displeasure while pacing back and forth along the far side of the cave is probably mistake number five but he's lost track at this point. He's hot, feverish, pulse pounding and respiration going at an uncomfortable rate, palms sweaty, every nerve pricked up to attention and just waiting for some kind of stimuli and he's angry. he's fucking furious. This is not what he signed on for. He's a doctor, dammit, not an explorer, not a botanist, and this should be the last goddamn thing he should have to worry about.

This is what he'd been ranting about years ago. Disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence and the last fucking person he wanted to be here to deal with it is fucking Spock.

Fifteen paces to and from each wall and he whirls on his heel for circuit number twenty three. Twenty six? he's lost count.]

How much fucking longer is it going to take?

Leonard McCoy | Star Trek AOS | OTA

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

A 1/2/5 crackfest. Apologies to Bones in advance.

[spacelingo]

It wasn't that Uhura didn't hear the nurse fussing behind her as she tore her way through the sick bay. Indeed, the woman's voice was so shrill that even a deaf person would hear it and cringe from the tone. However, Uhura didn't have the time or the patience to heed the woman's warning about the doctor 'not taking walk-ins today'. Screw that. Uhura wasn't a walk-in. She was a ranking officer on this ship, and she demanded - no, needed - McCoy now. Right now. 'God help us all if this bitch doesn't stop screeching in my fucking ear' now.

Not that Uhura couldn't be louder.

"Doctor McCoy!"

Her voice soared above the hurried and confused chatter among patients and medical staff alike, easily stealing their attention, but evidently not capturing the ear of a certain Chief Medical Officer. Well.

"DOCTOR MCCOY, COULD YOU GET OUT HERE PLEASE?!"

Nyota Uhura | Star Trek AOS

[spacelingo]

[stardartagnan]

[placeholding here, gonna roll when i get back home tonight.]

Kurt Hummel | Glee | OTA or m/m for smut

[rumchocolatesouffle]

[OTA!]

Peter Vincent | Fright Night | M/M only

[peter_vincent]

[vampires for the lulz?]

ooc

[teraterana]

If you are okay with characters from mangas I could offer the vampire king Duzell that stride from the classical vampire myth by walking in the sun or I could give you Deshwitat that are of the classical no sunlight kind.

Rodimus | Transformers IDW | OTA

[heroicpose]

4.

[thehardway]

Frequently, in his normal body, he's settled comfortably to touch others more closely and kindly. Linking arms, touching shoulders, and smiling more casually.

Something in Brainstorm's lab had sprayed into his face and the most he thought of it was to clean it off, tell him to be more careful, and leave it be; he's trying his best to not be as strict.

Trying, being the key word.

Eventually, he makes his way to Rodimus's office, peering inside.

"I don't suppose you have any clue what Brainstorm's working on now."

Arcee | Transformers IDW | OTA

[fugitrix]

4

[fuckinstoplights]

[Strange new plants and strange new places made him uneasy. And without any cover to hide behind, to stealth through, he ended up falling into Arcee's shadow. It felt only natural. He hadn't noticed the "dust" in the air. At least... not until she stopped.]

[And not until he knocked a shoulder into her -- an accidental brush. Something accidental. Common.]

[What was not common, however, was how his hands didn't want to leave her frame, after that first touch. It's not like any metal he's ever felt. He lets his fingers wander, if she allows him to, his expression mystified. Concentrating.]