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Feb 21, 2010 01:56

2010 WINTER OLYMPIC GAMES KINK MEME

Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested, ( Read more... )

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anonymous February 25 2010, 09:37:55 UTC
Sex Pollen fic: Apolo/JR or Evan/Johnny, either couple is fine with me

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anonymous February 25 2010, 09:44:18 UTC
...sex pollen?

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anonymous February 25 2010, 09:58:03 UTC
in other words, a drug sex. its when you bring two people together b/c one (or both) got infected.

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anonymous February 25 2010, 10:00:02 UTC
here's a better explanation

http://fanlore.org/wiki/Sex_Pollen

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anonymous February 25 2010, 12:39:52 UTC
Are you new to the internet? :)

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anonymous March 3 2010, 05:02:38 UTC
haha, for real.

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anonymous March 23 2010, 16:42:21 UTC
Not the OP, but I found out what sex pollen is about 2 months ago and I've been active in fandom for years. It's not a common trope in every fandom (or at least, it's not called "sex pollen" in every fandom) and it's certainly not common on the internet as a whole. I mean, come on.

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anonymous March 23 2010, 19:23:27 UTC
I think you're taking this too personally. If you were in any kind of sci-fi fandom this would be pretty normal a trope for you to hear about. Going to alien worlds and getting dosed with something strange is very common there. In other fandoms they probably just call it an "aphrodisiac." It's basically the same thing. Sex Pollen just makes it more mysterious and other worldy than aphrodisiac does.

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anonymous March 23 2010, 19:37:49 UTC
it pretty much is common in rpf fandoms though, all the well known ones. bandom, popslash, cwrpf etc. etc. all have had sex pollen in some form or another.

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anonymous March 24 2010, 03:55:36 UTC
I wrote the fill, and I didn't know the term sex pollen, nor had I ever even heard a term for the trope; I just had read lots of stories that used it. Who cares if you know the terms?

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anonymous March 24 2010, 23:58:42 UTC
i never said it mattered. just that it does exist. the comment i'm replying too seemed to be taking it a little personal imo.

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anonymous February 26 2010, 03:08:01 UTC
Sex pollen! I want this so bad.

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anonymous February 28 2010, 23:53:26 UTC
I'll take this one!

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FILLED part 1 anonymous March 1 2010, 04:25:40 UTC
Evan Lysacek was pretty sure he was going crazy. He had just had the most insane, surreal, momentous event of his life-A FUCKING GOLD MEDAL-and instead of being able to enjoy the interviews, the attention, the pay off for all of his work, the culmination of his branding, all could think about was Johnny fucking Weir. And fucking Johnny Weir. Both. Whatever. One minute, he was standing on the podium-THE TOP OF THE PODIUM-waving at the crowd, enjoying the weight around his neck, the weight of glory, and then, like every other Olympian, he held it to his lips and kissed it. As he let it settle against his chest, he licked his lips ( ... )

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FILLED part 2 anonymous March 1 2010, 04:27:01 UTC
He’s pretty sure it’s not a poison. It might be a drug. Apolo has been drug tested for most of his life, so he really isn’t sure what the effects of different drugs are, but he’s never really heard of something like this, so maybe drugs are ruled out too. That still doesn’t explain what has happened to him, or what to do, or who to talk to. His father is out-how could anyone possibly go to their own father and say they think they’ve been given some foreign substance that has sent him into an uncontrollable and growing lust-craze? He would usually talk to JR. In this case, he’s pretty sure that’s probably not a good idea ( ... )

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FILLED part 3 anonymous March 1 2010, 04:28:07 UTC
Evan had barely slept in three days. With the pre-performance endorphins and adrenaline, he hadn’t slept much in the preceding week. The only rest he got, weirdly enough, was in the shower. Naked, with hot water and soap running down his body, he could just be alone and himself and try to figure out this problem. Even alone in his own room, he wasn’t really himself. The clothes in his luggage had been picked out for him, bearing the logos of his sponsors, picked out to go with his image. He had drawn the line at letting his agent pick his shampoo and body wash, although she had argued that a sponsorship from Old Spice could be the linchpin of his longterm success as a marketable product, the relatable man’s man figure skater. But Evan had refused to pursue it, wanting to have something of his own, even if it was just soap ( ... )

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