Sex Pollen

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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

[turbos]

[He'd been better at being more patient, at controlling his abilities when they fall into bed, able to tend to her needs without all the urgency. But those lessons fall short now when need takes over his ability to try being considerate. Despite being a byproduct of the poison, it all comes from somewhere deeper as well where he can speak to her without words, allowing his hips to convey every fear that's entangled itself inside since the fall of Sokovia.

A soft bite settles on her shoulder unintentionally as he groans with every impacting thrust, hips smacking hard over the inside of her thighs, hoping he doesn't harm her from his possessive cravings. She cries out his name and it grips hard on his heart, embracing the sound as he takes her relentlessly, bracing his knees on the mattress to provide a sense of control with every filling of passion.

Panting heavily against her skin, he can't gather the focus to speak, I love you, sister, don't leave me, I need you, but his thoughts run without a filter, hating the way he selfishly demands it from the one he'd give up everything for, the one he had temporarily left behind. Stay with me.]

[wandas]

[ Her heart beats as frantically as his, the mental link between them strengthening as Wanda's pleasure seeps through so he can know how good he makes her feel, the underlying devotion as constant as ever. On the basest level he's good, the sex briefly provides a respite from duties and training and brings the circumference of their world a little closer to home, as it should be when she finds herself thinking of such things.

I will stay with you, always. Pietro, I'm yours.

No matter that Vision can somehow make her blush when he doesn't even intend to, Wanda finds herself wrapped up in no one so important as Pietro as they make love, a clawing, biting mess with her magic still closeting them safely within the facility away from prying eyes and ears. Hours, Helen had said, and so Wanda tells herself not to tire if she can help it this time.

I love you.

She comes first, almost without noticing because it all feels so wonderful to be taken by her clever, strong, handsome brother, suffused with enough pleasure around him that when she cries out his name she can't find the beginning or end of her orgasm. With her fingertips gliding up into his hair, she shares the moment with him in a mental loop. ]

[turbos]

[He'd always been so protective of her, refusing to let her have to go on her own, but he hadn't realized how dependent he had grown of her presence. The echo of her laughter, the curve of a smile, the comfort of thin arms draped over his back, the warmth of her legs wrapped around his hips; it had all become such a regularity that it had become to imagine himself without it. He's selfish and needy and shouldn't ask of so much but she makes promises that ease his heart and he loves her all the more for giving him that.

When she comes, he tilts his head to press kisses over her pulse, holding her as she convulses and tightens, dragging him in to feel it with her as he pushes on through, a swift bucking taking him closer and closer, giving in as she reaches the tail end of hers.

His low moan is lost against her neck, gripping a hand beneath on the curve of her ass to drag her up close as he fills her up. With him. Every drop is left in deep as a reminder, as a plea, as a promise. Saying I love you again comes with the languid kiss over her throat.]

[wandas]

[ There's an endless moment of weightless pleasure as their minds blend one into the other, submerging Wanda in the love and possessive fire that burns through Pietro with constant vibrancy. Delicate fingertips sift through the roots of silver-grey hair, grasping now and then as the waves of orgasm ebb and rise, entwined together on a narrow little SHIELD mattress with red magic glimmering all around the walls, alone yet together as they have always been.

The first thing she notices is how keen the sweet ache is between her legs with him still buried inside, shuddering as quieting noises fall free from the parted lips skimming his temple, murmurs of his name dissolving into wordless hums and hushes of comfort because as much as the sex is all too good, he's still ill. Poisoned. And he is, undeniably, her priority. Blinking through damp lashes, Wanda cups his hot cheek and ducks her head to see him, wanting to take note of any change to his dilated pupils. He's still hot, but that might just be them. ]

Pietro? Talk to me ...