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Remember, Remember, the Porn of November

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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[Yes for 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9. No on 2. No minors (21+). No m/m for show-cast. No crosscanon deities.]

[For awhile there, things were actually looking up.

A few weeks. A few blessed, precious weeks where nothing outrageous or Hellish happened. Oh, there was still the LHPD and all the headaches that came with that, and more than a few snide comments and jeers she received from the demon populace -- but that was typical. That was a Hell she could deal with. But the strange bonding, the doves, and other ridiculous situations Chloe had found herself wrapped up in awhile ago? No. No thanks. She could do without, thank you very much.

So perhaps it's that hopeful optimism that's got her guard down when she returns to Lucifer's house that evening. Better yet, perhaps it's that optimism that has not noticing the strange unearthly pollen that was currently falling from the sky. It was only when she saw it floating around her, down by her feet, that she noticed it coated her hands -- and even gotten into her hair, once she went to check. All at once, that calm she previously felt melted away and had dread building up in her belly. What was it now, she wondered? What could possibly be going on this time?

Whatever it was, she was pretty damn sure she needed to wash it off ASAP. Except as she opened the door and shut it behind her, she began to feel... strange. Hot. Breathless, even, which had her bag crumpling to the floor as she grabbed onto the kitchen island for support. A wave of pure need washed through her then, traveled down her spine and to the very tips of her toes before it pooled into a wet, searing heat between her legs and God, she wanted nothing more than to delve a hand down her pants and have at it right there in the middle of Lucifer's kitchen.

Or, well, not nothing more. In fact, an image of quite a few things she wanted drifted through her mind then. Like a fog had settled over her senses and left her in a frenzy of pure want.

Furiously, Chloe brushed at the pollen coating her skin and clothes before all reason left her. Whatever was happening to her, she needed to get it off now, before she did something regrettable. Like run out the door and look for the nearest demon to screw. The image was so stark in her mind that she almost bit clean through her lip, a little whimper escaping her without her permission.]