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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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[Would you be open to kind of cross medium? Do you have a preference?]

[I'm open to it! I can play Untamed-version!WWX if you don't mind the use of manhua icons. I'm not particularly interested in 2 or 8, but I can roll with anything for the others!]

[Oh I love the manhua icons! I think it would be interesting because he's Wei Ying but not particularly Wei Ying. 1 or 4 work with you? Would you like the pollen to hit Lan Zhan or Wei Ying?]

[We could do a mix of those two, if you want? I figure if it hits one it might end up rubbing off on the other a little bit anyhow, but I'm cool w/it hitting WWX first!]

[Let me know if this start works for you!]

Wei Ying. His Wei Ying had parted ways with him not too long ago to satiate his need to wander the world for a little bit, find his place. It wasn't long before another Wei Ying appeared at Gusu. This one was quite different from his Wei Ying. There's a softness to him that separates him, and he was much more familiar and free in his touch with him than his own Wei Ying was.

There is no doubt in his mind that this is truly Wei Ying. Just somehow...from a different world or realm. Either way, he had let this Wei Ying stay in the Jingshi as well, wanting to learn about this other Lan Zhan and of their adventures together.

This particular day, a strange, fine pollen floats its way through Gusu. Lan Zhan thinks nothing of it and brushes it off of his clothes. The fine pollen seems to land anywhere. He wonders if Wei Ying had this strange pollen land in his realm.

"Wei Ying," he calls out.

It was--

Different. That's for sure. There's really no other way he can think to describe it except for different and weird and somehow both incredibly interesting and incredibly disappointing at the same time. He's delighted to try and scandalize a new Lan Zhan, quick to tease him about every day is every day, but he knows better than to actually pressure. This isn't a dream world where such things were actually intrinsically understood to just be fine. It's Lan Zhan, but also sort of not.

Not that he doesn't tease, of course. Who would he be if he didn't poke at the boundaries, testing them and seeing just what the relationship between this world's versions were?

The pollen doesn't bother him much at first, except that it seems to be clinging around everywhere and annoying him. He'd dozed off with some of the rabbits and woken up to a fine layer of it over his hair and clothes (and many curiously amorous rabbits, which had made him laugh and resolve to tell Wangji all about the new boom of rabbits they're going to be having soon). So he'd trudged back to the Jingshi to fill the wooden tub with hot water and wash, wondering about the unseasonable warmth of Gusu. Another complaint to add, except he'd quickly realized upon entering the Jingshi that the heat hadn't dissipated in the slightest.

When Wangji enters, he's stripped out of his outer robes, leaving him only in his trousers and not feeling any cooler. It's a familiar heat too, and he's just contemplating how lewd it'd be it take care of himself in the middle of the Jingshi when Wangji could walk in on him when-- Well, Wangji walks in on him.

"Lan Zhan!" He pouts as he turns and that was a mistake, because while this Wangji is a bit physically different than his version, he's still Lan Zhan and too beautiful for his on good. Wei Wuxian's breath catches in his throat and he chews on his bottom lip a moment against the desire to reach out and grab him right there. "Lan Zhan..." He whines, eyes roving over the pristine figure before him and the desire to mess the image up entirely.

His eyes widen but barely when he sees the state of undress Wei Ying is in.

This Wei Ying had been more playful than the Wei Ying he knows of. While he had learned so much about this Wei Ying's world. Many things were the same and yet so much was different as well. He would be curious to discuss things with the other Lan Zhan. But first, he must make sure that this Wei Ying is well taken care of and could return safely. Even if he does tease Lan Zhan more salaciously and shamelessly than his own Wei Ying. Everyday means everyday. He didn't understand that teasing at first. And when Wei Ying explained it to him, his ears burned hot like coals.

Now he stands at the threshold of the Jingshi, seeing Wei Ying undressed down to his trousers.This Wei Ying is a different beauty than his own, one that he could also appreciate. His wild hair, his angular face, and his lean body so unlike his own Wei Ying. How he first calls him is similar. But when he drawls his name...he tightens his grip on Bichen, closes the door behind him, then walks over to the stand to set his sword down. A dangerous move as the need within him to reach out and touch Wei Ying seems to increase.

"Have I interrupted you?"

Wei Wuxian watches him in a way that isn't so dissimilar to a predator watching its prey. His gaze is heated, carrying more weight than it should and his eyes flicker briefly to Bichen (he huffs a laugh to himself), before going back to watching Wangji's face.

"No," he manages to keep his voice a little steadier than he thought he could, but it's still breathy. "But if you'd been a little bit slower, you might have." He laughs then and steps towards him, shivering as another wave of heat overcomes him and he squirms. There's already obvious signs of arousal and he's quickly forgetting the reasons why he shouldn't be climbing Lan Wangji like a tree right now.

He even takes a couple steps forward, eyes a little too bright. "I think you came right on time, though! How like the great Hanguang-jun!"

He might have. The inference hangs in the air and Lan Zhan feels as if the words fuel the growing fire within him. The desire flows through him and he doesn't move as Wei Ying steps closer and closer to him. He moves and squirms so sinfully that he nearly wonders if this Wei Ying stepped out of Huaisang's infamous books. His trousers hide nothing and his arousal is apparent. He links when he calls him Hanguang Jun.

"Do you call him Hanguang Jun in private?" he asks, voice low and quiet.

He reaches up and takes down the hair crown with steady practice. The need within him grows to a point where he simply wants to fling off his clothes. This is not his Wei Ying. This Wei Ying belongs to a different world. Yet these reasons aren't enough to cut through the red haze that slowly takes his mind. Lan Zhan's expression remains neutral yet there is a burn in his eyes as he watches Wei Ying.

He's distracted immediately by how Wangji's voice sounds--it's a bit different from his Lan Zhan, but hearing it like that still brings a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"Not always," Wei Wuxian admits, breath catching as he watches him. "Sometimes, if I'm playing. The great Huanguang Jun finally has the fearful Yiling Patriarch at his disposal. Whatever will he do?"

The corner of his mouth twitches, a hint of a grin even now. "Zhan-ge... Lan-er-gege... Do you like the sound of those better?" His voice is sly, but he takes another step forward, reaching out to touch his fingertips to Wangji's belt. "Gege..." His voice is soft, almost a whine or a beg.

Playing? Wei Ying is very playful, he noticed, even in this situation, he's still teasing, playful, and it serves to pull at his desires, bringing them more and more to the surface. Each pet name that falls from his lips has him lucky that his robes are numerous. And curse that his robes are so numerous. He finally reaches out to alight his fingertips along the nape of Wei Ying's neck to bring him close for a kiss.

But not yet.

He's close enough to feel the heat of Wei Ying and he's sure that Wei Ying could feel the heat coming off of himself; the pure want and need is enough to fill up the entirety of the Jingshi. Still, he is restrained. He looks into Wei Ying's eyes.

"Does Wei Ying wish for this?" he asks, voice betraying his desire.

"Lan Zhan," he says, his tone exasperatedly fond. It was torture to be so close and stopped right at the precipice of his desires. "Lan Zhan, if you don't touch me, I'm absolutely going to die!"

ANd he knows--he knows--Lan Zhan wouldn't be entertaining this whole thing if he didn't desire it too. Right? He's always been indulgent of Wei Wuxian and he's seen nothing to suggest this version is much different. So-- So...

So he throws his arms around the other man, crashing their mouths together in a fumbling, heated kiss. He's a bit too enthusiastic, teeth catching on Wangji's lip, but he laughs and groans softly as he presses his body against the other man's. If Wangji truly didn't want to do this with him, he trusts the man will put a stop to it.

And he doesn't. As soon as Wei Ying practically throws himself at him, Lan Zhan immediately holds him, returning the messy kiss. It serves nothing to quell the desire deep within him. He makes quick work and tosses the belt away and quickly pulls off the layers until he's down to his under clothes.

He pulls Wei Ying in closer by his waist, continuing each and every hungry kiss. He wants to devour Wei Ying, taste every part of him. He pulls away for air then presses kisses along his neck. Who said that he couldn't have a taste?

He bites down at the soft juncture, then soothes it with his tongue and lips.

Wei Wuxian laughs-- he can't help it. It's breathless and delighted, the sound of someone who's finally at long last gotten what they've wanted and been denied for too long. His head swims, the heat of desire overtaking him as he loops his arms around Wangji's neck and clings to him, making no attempts to quiet himself.

"A-ah, Lan Zhan..." He moans softly and leans his body against the other's, knowing he'll be able to hold him up. He wants Wangji to sink into him, with teeth and nail, all the way to the miniscule golden core this new body of his had. If he had to be separate from Wangji at all right now, he's fairly sure he's going to expire on the spot. The signs of his own arousal are painfully obvious, and he's more than a little pleased to feel the answering bulge in Wangji's pants as he presses himself shamelessly against him. His mouth quickly forms a wicked little smile.

"Even this version of you is a good size. And so quickly! Lan Zhan, was the sight of me too much to bear?" He laughs softly again and presses a kiss to his cheek, his jaw. "Have you been pent up all this time? Watching me, wanting me...?"

The laugh is cause for another sharp nip at the delicate skin before him, marking it with his own bite marks. A small part of him wanted it to stay on Wei Weuxian so that it could encourage the other Wangji to stake his claim once more. This Wei Wuxian is shorter, lighter. He easily picks him up and coaxes his legs around his waist so that he could lower him to the floor without disengaging.

The soft moans encourage him and his own moans are muffled at how Wei Wuxian so shamelessly moves against him, encouraging him to full hardness and pressing against him. He moans again and grinds down against him. Not enough. Kissing and touching him like this is not enough. He pulls away to see the wicked smile on Wei Wuxian's lips. The tease is too much, too close to the truth.

"Perhaps it is you that is pent up from watching me," he replies.

He rolls his body against Wei Wuxian, wanting to draw more moans from that mouth. His hands move to the trousers, tugging at them to pull them off and away from his body.

This Lan Zhan is rather inexperienced, Wei Ying thinks. From what he's gathered of his brief observations during his stay, this Lan Zhan hasn't touched his version of Wei Wuxian, and really, what was wrong with himself to be denying this? If they ever met up--if Wei Wuxian could even think enough to remember this little vow at the end of this--he would definitely give himself a stern talking to. What a fool he was!

Wangji's reply to him, though, startles a breathless laugh out of him, shocked to hear it. "Ah! So, oh--" His answering tease is cut off by the press against him and he closes his eyes tightly with a groan, desire throbbing through him like a knife.

"I'm always watching Lan Zhan," he pants, finally remembering what he was going to say as he shuffles the trousers down his hips and steps out of them, kicking them carelessly away. "He's beautiful and graceful, with such long fingers I want wrapped around my--" Wei Wuxian cuts himself off and grins wickedly, before grabbing Wangji's arms and tugging him back with him.

"The bed, the bed!"

He hardly is able to deny Wei Wuxian. Lan Zhan picks him up easily and takes him to his bed, laying him out. He doesn't do this. He never does this. But the desire burns through him hotter than any fever he had experienced. He pulls back to remove the last bit of his clothes, wanting to be bare with him. He looks down the length of his body, taking in the differences that he imagines between this Wei Wuxian and his Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan knows that Wei Wuxian's shameless words get to him because he grows even harder at what he says about Lan Zhan's fingers.

Wei Wuxian yelps in surprise that this Wangji is still able to lift him so effortlessly--but then, had he really expected anything less? He lays on the bed and watches Wangji with dark, half-lidded eyes, and wonders what it is WAngji sees when he looks at him. This body is a bit smaller and scrawnier, Mo Xuanyu's body bearing the tales of his abuse at his family's hands. None of the usual scars or marks are there anymore.

THis Wangji, too, is both different and so similar it makes his heart ache. Can he miss someone he already has? His eyes travel down the length of Wangji's body to his cock and Wei Wuxian's mouth curls in a satisfied smirk as he sits up. He reaches out, curling his fingers lightly around it and stroking upward. "My fingers are good at that too," he murmurs, his voice full of promise.

His eyes widen when he feels those slim fingers curl around his hardness. His hips buck into the touch and he gasps. Lan Zhan lets go of him and grips the bed, nearly white knuckled.

"Wei Ying," he chokes out.

Is this cheating? No Lan discipline refers to doubles from another world. This is Wei Ying but in a different body. The same soul but not. He pants harshly and looks up at him. The eyes are different. The grin is different but the soul. He feels it as Wei Ying. Lan Zhan takes a few silent, deep breaths. This isn't something he had done with another person before. In truth, he never wanted it with another person. Not until Wei Ying.

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