Guest Reccer: Top Ten Sex Pollen Fics (Multi-fandom)
Hi there! My name’s Sheera, also known as trascendenza, and I’m here to deliver a fragrant bouquet of my ten favorite sex pollen fics. Like all good clichés, sex pollen became one for a very good reason: it provides authors a venue to explore their characters’ relationships with sex, and of course, to have some. This pollen has been used to induce orgies, bring forth the filthiest words from an otherwise reserved character, begin relationships that otherwise wouldn’t get off the ground, or as a way to explore tactile sensuality in a way that your everyday sex scene wouldn’t be able to.
...and I mentioned the hot sex part, right? ’Cause yeah. Lots of that. *g* Blatant smut plot devices ahoy!
This is possibly the funniest sex pollen story out of the multitudes I’ve read. Definitely keep reading to the end—it ambushes you with some fantastic in-character hilarity that made me very glad I wasn’t drinking anything while reading this. There are downsides to having a really fast metabolism. *g*
“Flash,” said Wonder Woman, “are you even listening?”
“Huh?” Wally said.
Wonder Woman glared at him. She leaned toward him over the table and Wally’s line of sight went right down her cleavage and —
— he made it back to the table a thousandth of a second after he’d left, wiped and polished it, whisked the cleaning supplies back to the closet, put the paper towels into the atomizer, and assumed the position he’d just held, or close enough to it that she wouldn’t notice —
This is the first sex pollen piece I ever read, and its quality almost spoiled me for all others. It’s full of fascinating characterization exploring the trichotomy nature of Clark/Kal-El/Superman’s personality. And the sex is the definition of poetic sensuality; one of the finest I’ve ever seen. Can’t recommend this highly enough as a piece of writing and as a sex pollen piece. I’m keeping the excerpt short because, honestly, you just have to go read it.
Kal-El licks the red crystals off of Richard’s mouth and they explode against his teeth like gunpowder.
Richard is cool to the touch, a pattern of heartbeat and pulse and tendons moving under his skin.
Superman/Batman: More, by jen_in_japan [ NC-17 | ~3,900 | Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne ]
This one is hot hot hot like fire. It’s nearly four-thousand words of fantastic smut, and I think this exactly the kind of story people envision when they hear the words “sex pollen.” As they should, because HOT DAMN, this will scorch your monitor clear into bits. Not only that, but it’s lyrically written, a very visceral delving into just what the effects of the sex pollen feel like. What more could you want?
The smile hit Bruce like a direct jolt of electricity, and he felt his head fall back, his body spasm in rapturous, uncontrollable climax. Small sounds escaped his gritted teeth as light spiked through him, impossibly hot and good. So fucking good, Kal... He dragged in a shaky breath, tasting the pollen falling from his hair, bright and sharp, as the waves of pleasure rippled through him, closing his eyes and forcing his face back into stillness.
It’s hard to sum up the plot of this one, because it’s written in small linear time-encapsulated chunks. Basically, this is full of great character interactions, dialogue, and snippets that illuminate just as much as they leave unsaid. Steph really shines in this piece, and it’s hilarious to see how in-stride she takes the whole sex pollen episode.
When she wakes up, the first thing Steph feels is comfortable.
The second is a breast under her cheek.
She keeps her eyes shut, and groans.
“You have some of those cyanide suicide capsules, right?”
Cass stirs and stretches a little, causing Steph’s pillow to shift warmly against her face. “No. Juice?”
What’s fantastic about this fic is that the sex pollen isn’t the focus of it; it’s woven into the overall plot along with the slow relationship arc she builds for these two. The characterization is fantastic and the smut is delicious. Shows perfectly that sex pollen doesn’t have to dominate a fic—like a pungent herb, a little will go a long way towards making a robust dish enticing.
“Sex pollen?” he asks, as Jayne leans close, pulling Simon’s pants open. Simon lifts his hips slightly, lets Jayne rearrange him, expose him. “It’s like some kind of a bad joke.” A story, sent in to one of the raunchier corners of the Cortex, a pathetic fantasy dreamed up by an undersexed teenager convinced of alien drugs and endless pleasure.
“I ain’t laughin’,” Jayne mutters before he takes a deep breath, and wraps his hand around Simon’s cock.
Yup. You didn’t read that wordcount wrong. 22,00 thousand words of incredible sex pollen. This fic just blew me out of the water—it is so well-written, so incredibly in-character (the dialogue especially), and so alternately funny and hot that at times it felt like watching a episode where the powers that be granted ALL of our wishes. I really can’t praise this one highly enough: it has plot, it has diagnosing, it has banter and public sex and HILARITY, and did I mention the hotness? Because it has that in spades, too. Set aside a nice chunk of time to dig into this one.
Doctor Montgomery sighs, and kind of shakes her head, pushes her glasses up a little higher on her nose, and you know, Meredith is a serious doctor, so it definitely matters to her that she’s just seriously disappointed an attending. But while she knows that, everything being said, words like responsibility and important and amniocentesis are kind of muted by the lips of the mouth that they’re coming out of.
Because she’s not Doctor Montgomery right now. She should be, because they’re in the hospital, but she isn’t. This is Addison, the person instead of the doctor, and looking at Addison’s lips, Meredith totally gets why Derek and Addison were Addison-and-Derek. In fact, as much as Meredith wants to be picked (and chosen. and loved.), she really isn’t sure what, exactly, she has that’s even half as interesting as those lips. Those are really, really, really good lips.
RPS sex pollen FTW. Patrick gets sprayed with a water gun by a crazy fan and starts feeling a little strange, and of course, Pete is there for him in all the ways that count. What I love in particular is the vulnerability that comes after the sex pollen has worn off, and how well this fic shows the “sex pollen as a catalyst to bring things out into the open that have been stewing for awhile” genre. Also: superlatively hot.
He’s practically fucking bowlegged by the time he gets to his room, and this is *weird* and *wrong,* because what the fuck? Why is he—no one’s even *touched* him—well, except for Pete, but if Pete’s arm around his shoulders made him this hard all the time then Patrick’s life would be pretty miserable.
Stargate: Atlantis: The Body Electric, by mardia [ NC-17 | ~1,500 | John Sheppard/Rodney McKay ]
There were a lot of SGA fics to choose from. It was incredibly difficult to narrow it down, but I like this one for a lot of reasons: the comparison of John to Captain Kirk strikes me as particularly apt and worked perfectly in this context; the way that they don’t immediately fall into a relationship when the sex pollen wears off; the great dialogue.
John just goes back to his quarters and tries to write a mission report that doesn’t have any mention of ‘pink blobby flowers’, ‘aphrodisiacs’, or ‘sticky, sweaty, hot gay sex with Rodney McKay’.
There are days, not a lot, but some days when John really and truly just hates the Pegasus Galaxy.
This has a D/s dynamic that works really well with the integration of sex pollen: in this case, Dean has not been exposed, and it works really well to heighten the psychological and physical intensity of the scene, especially with how it affects him to see Sam like this, and all the ways that he can’t help himself from wanting it even though he hasn’t been exposed. I was additionally impressed with this because I’m not a reader who typically goes for D/s dynamics, but it really flows so well with the way the prose is written.
Dean knows he’s a little fucked up when it comes to Sam.
Okay, that’s a total lie.
He knows he’s completely fucked up when it comes to Sam, but he doesn’t honestly know how it could have gone any other way. Not when the two of them fit together like gears meshing, like the smooth revolution of a bullet chambering, like gasoline and fire. Powerful. Deadly. Explosive.
This one is fun because it works so well with Jack’s character. Just about everyone gets it on with everyone else, one of my favorite forms of sex pollination, with many hilarious mishaps along the way as everyone tries to destroy the sex mistletoe that’s behind it all. The perfect Torchwood yearly tradition.
The smell of Rift Mistletoe is a smell you don’t forget. Ever. Faint, but vivid, like chocolate and oranges and the best sex you ever had in your life, all whirled up with freshly mown grass and burnt sugar. Jack dropped the mistletoe. About three inches from us. He starts to think shit, we need to get out of here, when Owen grabs his face and kisses him, the mistletoe effect kicking swiftly in, and Ianto does honestly want to stop him, but a moment later the plant gets into his head too, and instead he kisses back.
Post-script: So, because I like to be thorough and wanted to provide the best multi-fandom list possible, I did make a rather valiant attempt to read every sex pollen fic I could get my hands on (I know, I’m such a martyr, right? *g*). Alas, there are only so many hours in a day, and only so many fandoms that I’m familiar with, and DC has a whole lot more sex pollen than I anticipated when I started looking. Actually, this started as a “Sex Pollen & Wacky Smut Devices List” but I realized there are just too many great smut devices out there for me to be able to cover all that, so I had to narrow it back down. I also did my best to showcase a variety of different ways sex pollen can be handled, so some stories I cut not because they were bad, but because I wanted to avoid repetition.
But in my questing, I found a lot of great reads.
For starters, I’ve got an additional 12 sex pollen stories tagged on my del.icio.us reccing account. And I’ll probably add more as I continue to go through all the ones I marked to read that I didn’t have a chance to get to.