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.

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[The look she sends Jackson is a mixture of bewilderment and annoyance. An unflattering sound escapes her noise and with some stumbling and swaying she rises up onto unsteady feet, hands clutching at the table to support herself.] Are you serious right now?

Dude this is Beacon Hills! [This is said like it's the most obvious thing in the world- because really to Stiles it was.] I'm not surprised if there are alien flowers here which make you super doped up and out of it. And kind of horny too. [She flushes red with embarrassment when she realizes what she blurted out. Sometimes she hated how spontaneous her thoughts were.]

Ugh.. please ignore that.. [She rubs a hand over her reddened face and blows out a sigh while peeking over to stare at Jackson.] I'll have you know that I was doing some rest and relaxation. It's nice and quiet here and I like to come when my mind is overflowing with bad thoughts. [She's eerily silent now as she remembers the events with the nogitsune possessing her, Allison's death and the death of so many other innocent people. It still hits her pretty hard at times and she did her best to not think back on it.]

Scott is off doing his disgustingly love dovey thing with Kira and I didn't want to bother him. [She pauses for a moment to lean against the table to stare at Jackson accusingly. Her glare could positively melt someone from the sheer intensity. This was all his fault that her body was reacting the way it was. She tried to be inconspicuous with how she was squirming on her feet in a spastic sort of motion but she made it pretty obvious something was up as she whimpered out breathlessly;] Are you here to see Lydia?

[One of her hands presses against the flat of her abdomen and rubbed softly as if hoping that would ease the ache permitting between her legs. This was so mortifying it couldn't be put into words and to have Jackson see it made her want to whiter away into nothingness.] Why does this shit always happen to me? Oh my god.. [She completely ignores Jackson in favor of squeezing her thighs together, eyes glazing over when a pleasurable spike of something causes her to sway.] I'm gonna die.. [Stiles moans dramatically although the sound comes out more sexual than she would of liked it to be as she slumps against the table.]

T-This is all your fault, ya know! I was fine before you came here a-and now I'm all fucking tingly when I shouldn't be tingly and a douchebag like you shouldn't have that effect on me. [She mutters out as an afterthought] I blame that alien flower and it's stupid jizz pollen as well.