Spring Fever

[justformemes]

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

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | F/M

[owesdebts]

[Haven't seen CW, but I'm fine with spoilers. No 2. Everything else fine. No minors (21+)]

hi i didn't forget about this!! just got crazy busy today!! also 4

[flagwaver]

[It was an invisible, odorless mist that seeped through the vents, like a cool breeze that drifted past him as he walked through the halls. Steve didn't notice anything wrong at all, until he bumped into Natasha and his hand grazed hers as they moved past each other. He can't help but stop dead in his tracks, a shudder wracking his body.

That's...strange. He turns to look at her, trying to figure out just why his heart is suddenly pounding in his chest, why it feels like he's too warm when a few seconds ago he was fine.]

What..? [It's a question he can't fully form, and he's not even asking her anything, really. He just can't process the intense wave of pleasure and desire that smashed into him at that simple brush of her skin against his.]

No worries. Life does that.

[owesdebts]

[You'd think a trained spy would know when someone was messing with her body. Well, before that sort of effect came crashing through her. But until Steve's hand had brushed hers, she'd been feeling... incredibly normal. The day had started like most others and she'd gone through it like most others. She wasn't big on casual touching when she didn't have to be, not with most people, anyway. The touch from Steve hadn't bothered her. She'd seen him coming enough that she could have moved out of the way, but... it was Steve. One of the few she didn't mind bumping into -- or being grabbed by when he put his body between hers and danger, or any other number of reasons why they touched, frequently, on missions.

Then she'd felt the touch of his skin on hers and it was like something had electrified her. A jolt went through her and she felt a throbbing pulse of pleasure move in a wave up her body, hitting her from foot to head until it localized in two places: her crotch and her hand where he'd touched her. Now she could recognize the symptoms; intense, sudden arousal, irrational need... it was really the intensity of it that gave it away. It was one thing to recognize and acknowledge that Steve Rogers was a fine specimen of male perfection. She'd done so on more than one occasion. It was another thing for her to have a sudden and intense craving to know what it would feel like to climb him like a tree and ride him.

Crap. Judging by the look on his face, this wasn't isolated to just her. She had no idea how potent whatever it was they'd had was, but it was enough that she could feel rational arguing with lust in every part of her body. She went over to the wall and executed a code in one of the security panels. A klaxon wailed for a moment, just to get everyone's attention, then a polite voice informed the base that a contagious agent had been introduced to the facility. All parties were to go through decontamination processes and stay in isolation. A tingle from her hand went straight to her crotch again and she typed in an addendum: no physical contact between agents until the problem was solved. It would be best to limit whatever 'casualties' might occur from this to whoever may have been affected by now and not add to it with an orgy in a packed room.

Then she looked at Steve.]

That means you, Rogers. Isolation. Now.

[Maybe the need to nibble on his bottom lip would go away if she didn't have to see him. Or be near him. Or... God. He really was perfect, wasn't he? All broad shoulders and tapered waist. She'd been dying to know just how far that serum had gone into making everything bigger, her eyes flicking down to his crotch before she could help herself. Dammit.]

[flagwaver]

[All he can see is the curve of her mouth, the swell of her breasts beneath her catsuit. He wants to tear it off of her, taste her skin. It's an instinct in him that he didn't even know existed.]

Isolation, right. [But he doesn't move to follow that order, but instead takes a step closer to her.] God, Nat, you just... [He licks his lips idly and reaches out to brush his fingertips over the back of her hand, hissing as the pleasure rushes through him again.]

You feel so good.

[owesdebts]

[That step he took closer had her pupils dilating, black taking over the green before she felt his hand touch hers again. She'd seen the way his eyes had moved over her, all but felt it like a physical touch before he moved, and it was a hard thing not to fling herself at him, to wrap herself around him and just finally find out what he tasted like--

Jesus. Whatever it was seeping into the base was potent. Her lower stomach clenched with need and she could feel herself getting wet already.]

Steve...

[Her pulse was a hummingbird's in her throat, her hand turning to let her fingers slide along his.]

We need to... [What, get naked? Getting naked sounded good. No, wait.] -- get into an isolation room. Detox.

[flagwaver]

Isolation. [The word doesn't really register for him.] Right.

[Stepping closer, his hand ghosts up her arm, then back down again, shuddering at the contact as it sends pleasurable waves down his spine.]

Maybe we could... [He swallows hard, eyes drifting down to her mouth.] Go together.

Peter Parker | Amazing Spiderman | OTA

[spideyguy]

[CW compliant]

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

[ooc: No 2, 7, or 8, please. All other options open for discussion.]

The Dragonborn | Skyrim | OTA

[drehnifusbahi]

[No 2, 7, or 8, but open to all other prompts. Cross-canon and assumed CR okay.]

Martha Jones | Doctor Who | f/m

[aproperdoctor]

[no 2 or 7 please]

[carryon_crow]

[Does escalating 4 and 6 sound good?]

Potemkin | Guilty Gear

[dreadnaughtfist]

[I do not want to write Potemkin as a sexual assaulter. Otherwise open to everything.]

CHARLES XAVIER | XMEN | OTA

[we_can_coexist]

Yuri Tsukikage | Heartcatch Precure | OTA

[alilyinthemoonslight]

1 + 5

[jasminebloominginshadow]

[Dark Precure had been sent on a mission, to face Cure Moonlight in a location connected to the Heart Tree. It turned out to be a field of strange flowers, illuminated by the light of a partially eclipsed moon. A perfect place for their rivalry to, hopefully, come to an end.

But the battle never came. The moment Dark Precure set foot upon the field, the scent wafting up from the flowers... it changed her. This time, when she looked at Cure Moonlight from across the field, she felt something besides anger. Rather, it was an emotion she'd never felt before.

Desire.

She streamed across the field, until she was right in front of Moonlight... and reached out, one hand moving to wrap around her back, and the other to place against her cheek. Then, she locked eyes with her opposite.]

Cure Moonlight... no... Yuri Tsukikage... I want you. I need you...!

[alilyinthemoonslight]

[There was something strange about this flower field. Yuri knew that. She didn't know what it was, or why. She'd come to investigate it, rumors of strange sensations almost radiating off of it surrounding the area. It was probably foolish to come alone, and fate would have it that her mortal enemy decided to pay her a visit at that very time.

So yes, it was fairly foolish.

She'd transformed immediately, and... and...

Well, as Dark Precure came rushing her she should have deflected her. Attacked. Done something. But she felt strange, and knew she was feeling strange. She's able to push off that feeling for a moment, but not until she feels Dark Precure grabbing her. Pressing a hand to her cheek. Her eyes widen in shock and more than a little bit of horror. She stops short and her mouth hangs open.]

D- Dark Precure... why--?!

[She takes a step back, but she's being held. She can't go far.] No... what- what are you talking about?! [Her head feels light, and she feels... something... her enemy's hands on her feel almost electric, a delightful tingle running through her body.]

[jasminebloominginshadow]

I want you... I need to feel you...

[A glassy look came over Dark Precure's eyes as she repeated herself, and her lips curled into a rare expression: a smile. She stroked Moonlight's cheek, pulling her closer, before leaning in closer.

In the next moment, she was pressing her lips against her rival's, while the hand holding her cheek slipped down to and held her by her sides.]

[alilyinthemoonslight]

[Moonlight's breath feels short. Her chest tightens. She feels light headed and the touches on her body are making her tingle in all sorts of places. Tension begins to bleed out of her body, her breath becoming uneasy. Something... about this scent... these flowers...

Her rational mind is telling her to do... something, but it's hard to grasp just what. Instead, her body feels like it's moving on its own. Her hands go up to Dark Precure's arms, and her mouth begins to feel dry. She's speechless, and at Dark Precure's mercy as she's pulled closer, their mouths connecting. She trembles, feeling a heat rise in her from the contact, and against all better judgment leans into the kiss.]

[jasminebloominginshadow]

[It's so strange, to Dark Precure, to hold her rival like this. To taste, to feel her lips against her's. But that's not to say any of it feels wrong, however. No, it feels right, and it's created a great, insatiable hunger.

As Moonlight leans into the kiss, Dark Precure lets out a moan of satisfaction, and in response... she pushes forward, all but tackling Moonlight to the ground. She wants to pin her, feel her beneath her, to feel their warm bodies against each other.

There's also a great and powerful need to dominate and control the situation. But this... this is quite different from their usual battlefield, isn't it? In any case, whether she gets Moonlight on the ground, Dark Precure would also attempt to intensify the kiss, her tongue slipping past her lips and sliding against Moonlight's own.]

Clara Oswald | Doctor Who | OTA

[bosswald]

[Open to f/m and f/f. 18+ only, though.]

[raggedydoc]

It's a perfectly lovely Wednesday afternoon - well, actually, it's a horrid winter Wednesday afternoon back in London, which is how the Doctor and Clara end up strolling through the neatly manicured paths of the Stradilian Botanical Gardens. She'd demanded somewhere sunny and warm, and he knows how much she likes flowers, so of course it seemed like the perfect option. They've had tea together on a platform hovering above a lake filled with exotic water plants, fed the butterflies with brightly coloured wings the size of Clara's head, and now they're simply walking together and looking at the flowers.

Laughing, Clara draws his attention to a bloom that's the exact shade of his coat, with layers of frilly petals. He cups it in one hand and sniffs it, only to get a burst of bright yellow pollen up his nose. "Awfully rude," he huffs, pulling away from it before he sneezes. Unfortunately, he's still got a fair quantity of the dust on his nose.

[bosswald]

"I don't think it likes you," she teases him, grinning as she leans in to wipe the pollen off of his nose. There isn't any point in their day being ruined by a sneezing fit that ends with him whining and her having to take care of him as if he was sick. She's a bit surprised by how much pollen there really is , and dusts it off on the side of her dress.

"Maybe you were handling it roughly. Flowers have feelings too, you know." Continuing to tease him, she brushes past him to sniff the flower herself.

And winds up getting pollen up in her nose as well. She does sneeze as she jumps back and away, nose wrinkling up as she glares over at the plant.

[raggedydoc]

"Not these flowers," he protests. "They aren't sentient, we already saw the sentient lilies singing earlier." It had been a lovely performance, actually, although he's fairly certain one of the tenors had been out of tune. Still, there's only so much you can expect from flowers singing a Bach cantata.

As her fingers brush against his nose, he feels a peculiar warm tingling in the pit of his stomach. He dismisses it as entirely circumstantial; these things happen when one's enjoying a bright sunny day with one's companion who just so happens to be wearing a short, tight dress and tights that cling to her legs. Perfectly normal, and definitely not going to happen again.

"It's probably just something they use to spread their pollen," he explains. "They cover the pollinators in it so that there's a greater chance of, ah, fertilising the other plants that they visit. Evolution at work, Clara."

[bosswald]

"Evolution, or an invitation for giant bees to try and pollenate and sting us." Grumbling, she's still pouting as she wipes at her nose. Deciding she's had enough of these particular flowers, she reaches over to grab hold of his hand so she can drag him off someplace else.

Only, when she touches him, the warmth that courses through her causes her to recoil and take a step back and away from him. She hasn't ever felt like that when touching at him before, but it must just be because she's flustered due to embarrassing herself with snorting the pollen herself. So she takes hold of his hand more firmly this time, trying to ignore the way it makes her heart race and a feeling that's most decidedly akin to desire pool in her center. But it can't be, it's only the Doctor, and it's not as if holding hands with him has ever sparked this sort of feeling before now.

"We should -"

Unable to finish that thought because her voice is sounding oddly aroused, she clears her throat and marches them on ahead.

rose tyler | doctor who

[cannoning]

( Pass on 2, 7 and 8. )