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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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.... You charged right at it.

[Which was reckless and spur of the moment and just so typical of Wei Ying. And Wangji might have scolded more, except she knows Wei Ying did it because she wanted to protect Wangji. And now of course Wangji feels like she didn't adequately protect Wei Ying. And really all of it is stupid because both of them know the other can protect herself, but they keep doing this anyway.

Wangji frowns as she notices the shivers when they reach the river. The stories had seemed rather... fantastical and maybe somewhat exaggerated, but the demon had been strong. And Wei Ying always too willing to put herself in harm's way. Wangji wishes she valued herself more at times, but she doesn't know how to say this in a way that won't be patronizing, so for now she just tries to make sure Wei Ying stops using herself as a shield... and sometimes she fails.

(And she carefully avoids examining the fact that she herself thinks nothing of shielding Wei Ying with her own body. Because it's not the same.)]

Let's get them off first.

[She puts Bichen down carefully and goes down on one knee to start undoing Wei Ying's belt.]

I did! [She sounds very proud of herself too.

And while she's grown used to Wangji's affection by this point--and god knows that Wei Wuxian definitely gives it worse and is far more obnoxious and public about it--she's still not used to it being actually directed at her. Especially with no hesitation, like it's the most normal and natural thing in the world. Then again, she's not sure she ever does want to get used to it.]

Lan Zhan! [She cries out in a mock-scandalized tone] So impatient! You're that eager to rip my clothes off of me? Ravish me like the demure, defenseless maiden I am? So aggressive!

[Wei Wuxian probably would have gone on, but when the material of her robes shifts in just the wrong (right?) way over her body as Wangji pulls on the belt, a startled little moan escapes from Wei Wuxina's mouth.

With a squeak of surprise, she quickly covers her mouth, eyes wide as another flash of heat floods through her and makes her knees feel weak.]

[To Wangji, caring about Wei Ying and caring for Wei Ying is the most natural thing in the world. And she is always better with actions than words, so whenever she gets started she is very unapologetic about it.

She is used, too, to Wei Ying's strange proclaiming about it, knows that mostly, it's because Wei Ying is overwhelmed and unsure she deserves all of this, and so she deflects by making it a joke, saying something flippant and outrageous. Thankfully Wangji is mostly past taking those at face value or being embarrassed by them, but they still occasionally earn Wei Ying a stare.

And she was just about to give her that stare when that... sound escapes Wei Ying's mouth.

Not like such sounds never escape her mouth, but usually it takes a bit more than just removing clothing to get to that point. And also Wei Ying herself looks to have been taken at unawares by it.

Wangji blinks and stills her hands, unsure.]

... Are you alright?

Ah? [Wei Wuxian makes a confused little noise, like even she's not sure how to respond to that question.] O-Of course I am! [But then her brow furrows in uncertainty. No she definitely had felt fine--more than fine. More fine that she should have, which was the problem!

She takes a breath and shifts, closing her eyes against another flash of heat before she begins to pull at her robes haphazardly to get them off.] It's just-- too hot, something's-- [She shakes her head, irritated by her own incoherence as she kicks her boots off and pulls her outer layers off. As the last layer slides away from her, catching on already erect nipples, she moans again and hugs herself with a gasp.]

Lan Zhan... That didn't help. My skin feels so hot. [It's more than that, though. There's already a shine to her thighs that shows just how turned on she's gotten in such a short amount of time, and with such a little amount of stimulation.]

[Wangji takes a step back as Wei Ying just rips of all of her clothes. Her eyes widen slightly once Wei Ying is naked and she can see, clearly, the signs of arousal. Clearly, the villagers' stories were not, indeed, exaggerated.]

Let's get you in the water to clean up and cool off a little.

[First they need to at least get the pollen off her skin. And then...

Wangji quickly divests her own layers, but keeps on the last one - white as they all are. She gently takes Wei Ying's elbow to guide her to the water and into it, paying no heed to how the whole situation quickly turns her own inner robe almost transparent and makes it cling to every single curve she has, some more ample than others.]

Rinse your hair first.

I don’t— [She begins, sounding frustrated, but she’s quickly distracted by Wangji undressing as well. Of course she leaves one layer on! She groans softly even as she reluctantly wades into the water. Her entire body flinches and then shivers—it’s not that cold, but to Wei Wuxian’s heated skin she might as well have plunged into the cold spring.

...Somehow, Wangji in just one layer of clothing seems more lewd than if she’d been naked, and Wei Wuxian’s eyes zero in on where the water makes the fabric stick to her skin.

Wangji says something, but Wei Wuxian can’t even begin to try and understand what. Her hands grab for Wangji’s robe, tugging at them as she tries to press her mouth to the other woman’s throat.]

[All of a sudden she has an armful of Wei Ying pawing and mouthing at her, and it takes her to close her arms around her.

They really need to get the pollen off Wei Ying's skin and hair, but Wei Ying seems to have forgotten that... and Wangji hopes she hasn't inhaled some herself because it's decidedly very pleasant to have Wei Ying throw herself at her. Not that this doesn't happen regularly but still...

She makes a quick decision then and holds Wei Ying tighter against her and just dunks the both of them under the water, holding down there at least a few seconds for most of the pollen to be washed off before she allows them to get back up. or, well, to sit back up in the shallow waters. It's not sure how much this will help since Wei Ying already inhaled so much... but at least it won't last longer than necessary.

Wangji runs her fingers through the mass of Wei Ying’s wet hair, searching her face to see if she feels better.]

[At first, Wei Wuxian makes a pleased, triumphant noise as Wangji holds onto her tighter. A victory! She'd won! But she can't hold onto that smug feeling for more than a few seconds when she suddenly finds herself being submerged in the water.

Immediately she begins to struggle, not that it does much against the other woman's absurd strength. When they resurface, she splutters indignantly and coughs a little, looking scandalized and grumpy. But, at least, her eyes are a bit clearer]

Lan Zhan! What was that for?! [She knows exactly what it was for, but she coughs and looks pathetic, up until Wangji runs her fingers through her hair like that. Wei Wuxian's eyelashes flutter and she moans low, reaching out to tug on Wangji's inner robe, almost instinctively knowing the silent question the other was asking her.]

A bit better, but my body is still so hot. [She has enough presence of mind to answer her at least semi-seriously; for all the joking and teasing she does, she doesn't want to actually worry Wangji about her well-being.]

Jiejie, please... [Another pathetic little tug on her robe.] We're out here all alone, no one would be able to hear how you make me scream... But even if they could, wouldn't it be nice? That everyone knows how good my jiejie makes me feel? That no one else can ever have?

[Wangji is relieved to find Wei Ying's eyes a bit less hazy, and her words are mildly reassuring... but of course Wei Ying would not stop at that and starts pulling on her last layer and pouting and .... well, she's not begging quite yet.

Wangji has discovered many things about herself in her time with Wei Ying. One of these things is that Wei Ying has a masochistic streak a mile long, and she looks very, very pretty when she begs desperately. There's nothing quite as beautiful as Wei Ying, chest heaving with gasping breaths, cheeks flushed, eyes wet with vaguely indignant tears and begging for release.

Sometimes, Wangji wonders if she doesn't like it too much.

She won't be cruel of course. This is a game, agreed upon by both of them. But right now Wei Ying needs some release and she is asking, and it doesn't look like it'd take her much to come so... while of course Wangji wants to make sure she is okay, the priority is to help her work this out.

She grabs Wei Ying's wrists, pushes them away from her last layer, which feels about as lewd against her skin as it looks, and she flips them around so Wei Ying is seating on the soft sand in the shallow waters.

She holds Wei Ying's hands with one of hers, and with the other grabs one foot, long and delicate, and brings it to her mouth and starts locking off the droplets of water that drip from it

[Her eyes light up, delighted and full of mischief, eagerly looking to see here this play will go. She'd though, once, that maybe sex with Wangji would get predictable-- and in a way, it sort of was? She knew what buttons to push to get the ball rolling in the direction she went, but that rolling ball was always being pushed on a downward slope. There was no telling how fast the ball would end up going or when it would stop and there was a thrill in that.

There was a thrill in this every time; she never got bored of Wangji and of exploring what buttons to push for them both to see where it'd take them.

Her skin feels far more sensitive than usual, every touch making her shiver and goosebumps break out over her body. Wangji holds her slender wrists in one hand and, with an experimental tug, Wei Wuxian knows she wouldn't be able to break the hold easily. That's a thrill too.

In a lot of ways her new body still bothers her. Oh, sure, she's gotten plenty used to it by now, but once in a while something might happen. It could range from catching a glimpse of her face in some reflective surface to not being able to perform some action she used to, or to even going to put on clothes and seeing a scar she didn't remember having in her old body.

Little things, most of them, but things that nonetheless made her feel suddenly alien and disquieted, uncomfortable in this skin. Sometimes it takes begging (for a given value of 'beg,' since it's not like Wangji wouldn't drop everything at the slightest provocation from Wei Wuxian that that's what she needed) for Wangji to hold her, love her, remind her that she was here and still herself until she felt normal again. Rarely--very rarely--even that wouldn't help and Wei Wuxian became her own worst demon, throwing herself into a frenzy of work or reckless night hunting, or even pouncing on Wangji (or an unsuspecting junior) to duel her until her energy spent itself out and she had no energy to think of such things. Sometimes it took being hurt to remember she was still there and this body was her own.

Wangji never flinched from her. Even in their wilder moments when Wangji's control would snap, Wei Wuxian knew she'd be well taken care of. This was no different and Wei Wuxian thinks she'll have to do something later to truly tell Wangji how much she appreciates her.]

Ah, Lan Zhan... [She yips a little in surprise as Wangji lifts her foot like that, shivering and gasping out softly at the ticklish sensation] So dirty, you don't know where that's been! [Wei Wuxian was known as the shameless one, but she thinks she's definitely met her match in Lan Wangji. Her face turns red and she squirms impatiently, pouting a little. The other's grip is too much--she can't escape even if she wanted. What was 'patience'?? Wei Wuxian did not know her.] That's not where I want your mouth, jiejie.

[Wangji is indeed well aware of those moments where Wei Ying feels uncomfortable and weird in her new skin.

To her, Wei Ying's physical appearance had never mattered. It was the spirit, the soul, that had attracted her at first. And Wei Ying still has all of her old mannerism. She looks different, yes, more slender, a bit shorter, scarred in different ways, but her smile is still the brightest thing Wangji has ever seen and her pout the cutest.

Sometime, Wei Ying needs exertion to work things out when she gets bothered about this. But this time, it's different, exacerbated by this heat from the demon pollen. Not feeling right in her skin is a different problem right now, and even if the need won't stay unattended, Wangji will take care of all of her as always.

On another day she might cast a silencing charm or order Wei Ying to shut up. But not today. She did say she wanted to scream, did she not?

Wangji throws her a side eye as she moves slowly, tongue and lips creeping up towards Wei Ying's ankle, her calf, her knee... Wangji does not hurry at all. But she pins Wei Ying with her gaze as she slowly moves up towards her thigh... and then drops a kiss on her hip and sits back up to catch her other foot and give the other leg the same treatment.]

[Every nerve feels like it lights up on fire with every slow pass of Wangji's mouth against her skin. It's so much worse than normal, and Wei Wuxian can't even look away, her own mouth fallen open as she pants, body twitching and squirming against the shore.]

Lan Zhan. [She whines as she kisses her hip and then falls back. Wei Wuxian drops back on her elbows, fingers curling into the sand and moans, letting her legs fall open in a silent plead for more.]

Please, please-- Ah, I feel like I could come just from this, just from you touching me. Lan Zhan, why aren't your hands on me all the time? It's so unfair! [She laughs, breathless and wild, and reaches to try and grab at Wangji's hair with her free hand, to tug on it none-too-gently in her impatience.]

So mean, so cruel to your Wei Ying...

[This is... a lot of twitching and squirming and Wangji hasn't even gotten to the heart of the matter just yet. And of course, the complaining because it would be sex with Wei Ying if she didnwhine about something being unfair and Wangji being so mean to her.

She is lucky Wangji is always indulging her. On another day she might drag it out a lot more but Wei Ying is almost vibrating under her touch and maybe, if she comes once, it'll take off the edge somewhat.

So Wangji pulls back just a little.]

Sit up here.

[She points at a flat rock on protruding from the shallow waters. She needs Wei Ying a bit elevated to not make this too uncomfortable for herself.]

[It's not her fault that Wangji is just so cruel all the time to her! She's nothing but nice to her, and this is how she's repaid?? By this being dragged out unbearably long?

The idea of having to part from Wangji for any length of time is equally as distasteful though, and she looks reluctant for only a second before she gives in and moves.

She wastes no time in immediately spreading her legs as soon as she sits though, heels on the sides of the rock. One hand rests behind her so she can lean back on it, the other moving between her legs to slide her fingers between her folds, spreading herself open for Wangji to see.]

Lan Zhan... Look how wet I am for you already. Don't make me wait.

... Hands off, Wei Ying.

[How do you expect her to put her mouth where you want it if your hands are in the way, Wei Ying?

But as always, seeing Wei Ying offering herself like this makes Wangji's ears go pink. Wei Ying has always been unashamed and unrestrained, and once they worked out their own feelings, she hasn't been shy about wanting sex and about loving it.

Wangji wants and loves it too, but one does not shed a lifetime of Lan reserve just like this, so it's just as well Wei Ying knows exactly what to do to make her snap.

Wangji's hands stroke Wei Ying's thighs and push them open some more, forcing her to lean back on both hands or lose her balance. She's kneeling in the water, her wet white under robe scandalously sheer now, sticking to her shoulders, her breasts. She could look like a supplicant ready to beg for her goddess's mercy, but even on her knees, Wangji still looks like she is the one in charge.

She looks up from under her wet lashes as she drops one kiss on Wei Ying's stomach before finally, finally giving her what she needs and lapping at her folds with a warm tongue. The cold river water is mixing with Wei Ying's hot juices and she teases, poking her tongue at the entrance for more.]

[She wants to pout at the order, but it sends a thrill through her to hear it. Wangji was always beautiful to her, sexy and confident, with a body to die for and a brain to match. Wei Wuxian loved everything about her, but nothing beat the thrill of Wangji being authoritative and taking control.

Not that Wei uxian ever makes it easy for her. She just grins, continuing to lazily stroke at her clit with a shiver until Wangji forces her legs apart more and she has to pull her hand away to get her balance again.

But it's fine, because Wangji's face is so close, and Wei Wuxian watches with a shaking eagerness, eyes wide and waiting, god why was she still waiting?] Lan Zhan-- [She begins, then cuts off as she sees--feels--Wangji's tongue against her. Her entire body jerks and she gasps, closing her eyes with a moan.

It always feels good, but for some reason it feels even more so now--no doubt thanks to the pollen that's making heat flood through her veins and fill her head with fluff.]

Lan Zhan... Lan Zhan, you're so beautiful... I love you so much. [She moans softly, babbling a steady stream of praise and love]

[Of course Wei Ying has to be cheeky. And of course she's going to keep babbling. It seriously feels like nothing can ever shut her up. Apparently, being half-poisoned with sex pollen also does not make her stop talking during sex.

Her babbling feels more disjointed than usual though, and Wangji can feel her shivering as she goes to suck on Wei Ying's clit, not too hard since it looks like she's a lot more sensitive. Her nipples were already rock hard earlier and she reacted a lot to simple kisses and touches... hopefully, coming once will help a little.

Wangji alternates her touches, sucking and licking and keeping things as light as she can just in case there is a more violent reaction than she expects to the whole thing.]

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[Normally Wei Wuxian can last a little longer than this-- a lot longer, really. Sometimes she can hold it off and try to make Wangji really work for it, but even that doesn't last that long. There's just something so magnetic about being with Wangji--not that Wei Wuxian has anything to compare it to, but she's pretty sure it's not normal to be that responsive to someone's touch.

And this is so much worse. She squeezes her eyes shut and holds her breath, going mercifully quiet except for when she gives in and gasps and pants. Even the light, gentle way Wangji treats her feels like it's a little too much and it takes only a minute or two before she's coming with a loud, sweet cry to the heavens.

She collapses back on the rock, feeling her mind clearing if only a little bit as she tries to catch her breath. One arm drapes over her face to hide it, and she reaches with her free hand to try and blindly find Wangji--her hair or to take her hand, either one.]

Lan Zhan... Lan Zhan I love you so much... How long is this going to take to clear?

[It is rather uncharacteristically quiet after a while, and that enough is a little worrying, the way the sensations apparently are overwhelming enough to reduce her to pants and gasps. It happens, occasionally, but it's usually after they have been at it for a good long while, no just as they get started.

Wangji sits back and catches Wei Ying's hand when it gropes for her, strokes her thigh gently with the other.]

The villagers said a few hours to day, depending on how much was ingested.

[And Wei Ying got ... quite a lot.]

... Let's get you out of the water for now. It'll be more comfortable on the shore.

[There is soft grass there if they need to keep going.]

[Wei Wuxian hums in acknowledgement--the grass would be much nicer to lay out on than this rock, which is already making her shoulder blades ache a little. But..

She doesn't feel like she can really get her legs underneath her right now. So she pulls her arm away and affects a Mighty Pout that she levels on Wangji]

Jiejie, carry me. [Her eyes light up with a sudden mischievous spark, her smile positively wicked] Like a bride to her wedding bed! Be gentle with this delicate virgin, my dear wife~

[Why is Wei Ying the way that she is?

Really now, from the very first day they met all those years ago, she has been ridiculous, dramatic, teasing and poking and prodding and saying stupid things juts to see what would get a reaction. Back when Wangji was sixteen, getting a reaction was relatively easy, because she had no defenses at all against someone like Wei Ying, who seemed not to care about punishment as long as something looked fun.

These days, though... well, Wei Ying does get a pointed look and a raised eyebrows - because 'delicate virgin', seriously? - but then, Wangji just gets to her feet and puts one arm under Wei Ying's knees and the other around her back and lifts her up as if she weighs nothing, cradling her against herself as she wades back to the shore and gently lies her down on top of the robes they both shed earlier.

And well, Wei Ying was just laughing earlier, but the pollen seems to have been potent... and it is unlikely this was enough to flush it out completely, unfortunately.]

How are you feeling?

[Wangji is ignoring the way her own soaked robes stick to her body for now.]

[Okay, so maybe she's none of the things she described, but the look just makes Wei Wuxian giggle, wrapping her arms around Wangji's neck briefly. It never fails to amaze her too just how strong Wangji was, and she cuddles up against her for the brief time she's being carried, until she's laid out on the robes like feast.]

Warm. [She answers honestly, pressing her thighs together briefly before she stretches her legs out on the ground. A full-body stretch follows, Wei uxian groaning softly with delight as her muscles tense and relax. It isn't long before she reaches for Wangji's robes, tugging it away from Wangji's body.]

Loved. [She adds, a bit sofer, and her expression softens into something terribly sappy as she looks at the other woman.] I love you so much. You're so beautiful and strong and wonderful... Ahh, I could babble for hours about every virtue and beautiful thing about you!

[Wangji's eyes travel the length of Wei Ying's body when she stretches, all long limbs, like a contented cat.

She doesn't resist her last layer being peeled off.

And then, Wei Ying is babbling again. The way she does when she is slightly overcome by emotion and not sure of what to do with it. For someone so good with her words, and who is unrestrained with her feelings, she can get quite flustered when it comes to any of those things directed at herself, even when she is the one at the origin of it.

Wangji sits next to her, prim and proper even though she is now as naked as Wei Ying save for her forehead ribbon. Runs her fingers through wet hair.]

Are you sure you're not hurting anywhere?

[Beyond, well, the obvious. because if she is, something stronger than wearing out the effects might be required. And Wei Ying got hit protecting her, after all.]

Lan Zhan. [Her tone is so exasperated, as if Wangji is purposefully torturing her like this. Though she is a little, sore, Wei Wuxian hurries to her hands and knees, attempting to crawl into Wangji's lap.]

I'm fine! Who do you think you're talking to? I'm just-- [So horny she can barely see straight? Sheesh, is this what it's like being Wangji all the time??] I'm a little sore. I might've pulled a muscle or two. But other than that, I'm fine!

Physically, anyhow. [She cups both hands over Wangji's breasts, giving them a squeeze with a delighted expression, then lowering her head to drop a kiss on the top of each mound.] Normally you're insatiable. Why are you being so reserved now? Lan er-jiejie... Is this some kind of punishment? You're never this cruel to your darling Wei Ying.

[She affects a Mighty Pout at this Terrible Injustice.]

[Welp, here she is now with a lapful of Wei Ying, and hands going everywhere. She attempts to reason for a second...]

Wei Ying, this was a demon. We must make sure you haven't been hurt by...

[And then she gets cut off by a small gasp as Wei Ying squeezes her breast. She loves playing with them in general, and even more after she found out that Wangji is rather sensitive. But now she's being pretty aggressive about it, and to be honest, Wangji doesn't dislike it. It's just...]

... I'm just worried.

[Are they really doing the right thing by giving in to the urges? Will it truly make the effects of the pollen go away?]

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