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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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"I'm glad I spent all that time watching you when we were younger. I still remember what most of your expressions mean." He grins at his love and cups his jaw, leaning in to press his lips against Lan Zhan's in a firm kiss.

This is worth every second that he waited, everything that he had gone through. Wei Ying's lips against his feel a little dry like the winds at the Burial Mounds, sweeter than the sweetest fruit at the height of summer, warm like the sun could be when he was at Lotus Pier. He kisses him back, running his hand along the length of Wei Ying's back to pull him closer. Finally. Finally.

There will always be some residual guilt in Wei Ying for what he's put Lan Zhan through, just like he'll always feel guilty about the Wens he ultimately couldn't save, Yanli and her husband, and Jiang Cheng.

But the feeling of Lan Zhan's lips against his and the firm body he's pressed against do something to ease some of the pain in his heart. Lan Zhan is solid and real and here, and Wei Ying can have him. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, tongue sweeping over Lan Zhan's lips to taste him.

Lan Zhan would dedicate every waking moment he could to ease as much pain as he can in Wei Ying. He would promise it if asked. When Wei Ying deepens the kiss, he gasps, lips parting to welcome in the shameless, wicked tongue. He lets his own tongue dart out as well, wanting to taste Wei Ying finally. His arms tighten around him and draw him in even closer, impossibly closer, to him as his eyes drift close at the pleasure of it.

It's almost unfortunate that neither one of them had bothered with removing any layers of their robes, Wei Ying thinks as he's pulled closer. It would be nice to feel Lan Zhan without the layers he wears daily.

Although that might shock him and Wei Ying doesn't want to overwhelm. So he settles his hands on Lan Zhan's shoulders, digging in as they kiss, holding him close.

Wei Ying's grip is more than enough to stir something within him. He continues the kiss, drowning in Wei Ying happily and willingly. Eventually, they need to pull away for air and Lan Zhan feels himself breathing as if he'd run around Gusu a hundred times. He looks up at Wei Ying.

"Wei Ying."

How the man could interpret what he means from his looks and how he says his name has always struck Lan Zhan, amazed that someone took the time to truly learn and understand him. It makes this moment that much sweeter, that much better.

Wei Ying whines slightly as they have to break the kiss, panting a little against Lan Zhan's lips. Finally getting a chance to kiss Lan Zhan, something Wei Ying never thought possible, has him thrilled, happiness brimming in his eyes.

"Lan Zhan," he whispers, pressing kisses to his jaw. He's always wanted Lan Zhan to pay attention to him, always wanted to know as much about Lan Zhan as possible. It's hard not to have learned something. "Are you feeling better now?"

He closes his eyes to the soft kisses that pepper along his jaw.

Lan Zhan only nods his head. But he doesn't let go of Wei Ying or move away. The urge has subsided but he holds onto him, not wanting this moment to be over just yet. He looks up at him, tilting his face up for another kiss. If he could simply spend the rest of his life kissing Wei Ying, he would be too happy.

Stay.

"Of course." He pulls back slightly so he can look down at Lan Zhan, carding his fingers through his long hair. "You'll have to pry me off you now. I should warn you, I thrash around in my sleep. So you should always cuddle me, so I don't accidentally kick you."

Wei Ying talks a lot, often without thinking, and his eyes widen once he realizes what he said. "Not that you have to sleep with me, or anything like that, but just in case we end up sleeping. Falling asleep, that is, side by side. Not anything else. Although I want to do that—"

He groans, dropping his head to Lan Zhan's shoulder. "You should kiss me so I shut up."

Lan Zhan listens as Wei Ying rambles a little about how he thrashes in his sleep. He wonders...is it nightmares? Or perhaps Wei Ying had not found a safe and good place to sleep as of late?

"There are body binds," he offers.

Body binds? Wei Wuxian lifts his head, looking at Lan Zhan, his expression incredulous. "Body binds?" he asks. "That's what you took from my rambling?"

He laughs softly and places a fleeting kiss against the corner of Lan Zhan's lips. "Tell me about them. I sleep better here in Cloud Recesses, but still." He reaches up to scratch his nose. "They might be useful."

"If you sleep better here, then we have no use for them," Lan Zhan replies simply.

The idea of using bindings on Wei Ying is something that certainly has his imagination from time to time but if they are speaking about sleep, then holding Wei Ying would be the best thing. He reaches up to tug at the outer robe of Wei Ying's robes. The urge to hold and cuddle into Wei Ying is still present, though not as strong as it was earlier.

"Unless Wei Ying wishes for body binds."

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