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touyaspeach · 1 year
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Sex Pollen
Leviathan x Fem! Reader
Summary : You accidentally stumble into one of the Devildom's weird flowers and get covered in an aphrodisiacal pollen. WC : 2.9k Warnings : monster fucking (Levi's got two cocks), dubcon (due to sex pollen), double penetration, cum play, cum eating, cum as lube Thanks : @sluttyshima and @c-qcatwrites for betaing.
A/N: I am so sorry if this is bad I have no excuses lmaooooo
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It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
It was supposed to be a fun, relaxing night stroll with your favorite local Otaku, not whatever this mess was. You suppose it was your fault, you didn't know anything about the flora in the Devildom, so you should've kept your hands to yourself. But the bright orange flower was just so pretty and promised an interesting tactile experience! How could you not touch it?
As soon as you flattened your palm against the textured flower, a spurt of yellow dust hit you right in the face. You coughed and sputtered, sneezed and spat to try and rid your body of the pollen, but it was already done.
"Oh! Y/N! Oh no what did you do?" Leviathan frantically looked over you. He reached out, as if to help you, but immediately drew back. "Oh this is bad, this is so bad, do you know what that is??"
You shook your head, attempting to brush the powder from your clothing as Levi took another few steps away from you. Your face felt hot, and you weren't sure if it was an effect of whatever the fuck just happened, or if it was from sheer embarrassment.
"J-just calm down, we'll figure this out. I'll go get Lucifer and-"
"No! Don't! Please don't get Lucifer, I don't know what's going on and I don't... I don't trust anyone else, Levi."
You could see the war on his face, he really wanted to get Lucifer to help with this, so that he wouldn’t be responsible for what would inevitably happen. But you said you trusted him above everyone else and how could he just leave you here after that? Could he hold himself back? 
“A-alright, alright, just stay calm.” He said, extending a hand out to show you to keep still. Whatever this pollen was he obviously didn’t want to get it on himself. “That flower’s pollen has an aphrodisiac effect on whoever it touches, and you just got a face full, so...”
An aphrodisiac? That’s weird? What kind of flower would do that? It’s not really for you to question though, because the heat coursing through your body kept building. You were sweating, your clothes felt like they were entirely too tight, as if they were restricting your movements. Your head felt hot, your ears burned, and there was this inferno brewing in your belly that, more than anything, hurt. 
You swallowed thickly, trying to stay calm amidst your panic and the growing symptoms. Your legs felt like jelly, and your hands were shaking as you brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. Leviathan said something but you didn’t hear him. Everything took a backseat to the sudden desire that throbbed between your legs. 
Slick pooled and soaked through the fabric of your panties, and you clenched your thighs together to try and get some relief from the painful pulsing of your clit. You felt like you’d pass out from the intensity if you didn’t get some friction on your cunt right this moment.
You whined, hugged yourself and sank to your knees. Struggling to form coherent thoughts, you curled in on yourself more. If these clothes got any tighter you’d be stripping right here for everyone - and Levi - to see. 
Not that you didn’t want him to see. Of course, you’d been harboring a crush on the man for nearly the entire time you’ve known him. But did he feel the same? Shouldn’t you be fighting this more? He said something else but you were too involved in your swirling thoughts and the effort it was taking not to touch yourself at this moment. 
Fire emanated from your cunt, spread throughout your body; your need to be touched outweighed any and every rational thought. Your mind was muggy, thick and hazy with only a single goal. Levi sputtered and said something else as you ripped your top over your head and struggled with the clasp of your bra. His wide eyes flickered between you and something behind you, as if he was struggling not to drink in the sight of your skin.
You were beautiful in his eyes. You had always been, and getting to see you like this was something he’d always dreamed about. But he was struggling, because he knew the effects of this pollen. He knew that you were feeling intense pain and suffering, so it was wrong, wasn’t it? To want to see more of you? To want to be the one who alleviated that pain?
Your tits spilled out of your bra as you ripped it over your head, tired of dealing with the clasp through your slippery and shaking fingers. They bounced slightly as they fell and immediately drew Levi’s attention. If he wasn’t hard before, he was definitely pitching a tent now. How was it possible for one human to be so alluring? So attractive?
You whined, squeezing your breasts together and kneading them softly, your breaths reduced to ragged pants as it did little more than serve to work you up more.
Leviathan gulped, looked around the area and then shrugged off his coat. Carefully he moved to drape it over your shoulders. “Look, I’ll help you out, okay? But we can’t do this here. Let’s… let’s go back to your room. O-okay?”
You barely registered his words but nodded regardless. Anything that would help, any promise of relief was enough to grant you adequate clarity to, at minimum, stumble your way towards home.
Truthfully you weren’t really sure how you made it back to your room. Did he carry you? Did he support you? You had no idea, and you weren’t too pressed to figure it out as more heat and pain surged through you. Throbbing, white-hot lust singed your veins and coated your core, and you whined needily. 
“A-alright. I’ll…Ahh I wasn’t prepared for this. I need a moment, okay? Just. Just give me a moment! I have to steady my heart!” Levi covered his mouth with the back of his hand and you could barely see through bleary eyes that his entire face had flushed a pretty pink. 
The stickiness of your panties grew uncomfortable, the way your bottoms clung to your thighs made you anxious. You needed to be naked, it was the only solution, right? If you could at least get some cool air on your skin, maybe you’d be able to fight off this intense need. Levi covered his eyes as you wriggled out of your remaining clothes. You ended up on your back, on top of his coat which smelled so much like him it drove you wild. 
“Are you-?” he dared a peek through his fingers, but his arms fell to his sides at what he saw. No more could he pretend like he didn’t crave you just as badly as you craved him. Especially not while you were frantically drawing circles over your clit, pussy glistening and pretty on display for him. Not when you were whimpering little pants of his name, begging for him. 
Were circumstances different, you’d have liked to watch him strip. Would have liked to savor each part of his surprisingly sturdy body as it was revealed to you, inch by inch. He was lovely, muscular, blushing down to his chest as he hovered over you. You ensnared him, reaching up to pull him down to meet your lips in a searing kiss.
Leviathan groaned against your lips, it wasn’t a romantic first kiss, like the ones he’d dreamed of, but it felt so right. Your hands were needy as they explored him; tongue greedy as it claimed his, and he was all too eager to return everything you gave. 
“Shit,” he said after a moment, “I think… I think some of the pollen got on me, too. I feel. I feel so hot. I-” his lips claimed yours once more as you felt something sliding against your soaked pussy. It was an odd sensation, it must have been his cock, but there was texture where there shouldn’t be. At least, were your lover human. 
“I need you,” was all he said before pulling back. He groped your thighs, down to your ass to pull your hips into his lap, and from your vantage you could see just what he was working with. Two long, thick cocks stood at attention between you, their shape unlike anything you’d ever seen with a slender head and ridged underside. 
You needed them both.
“Please-” you whined, reaching for him, needy fingers grabbing at any part of him you could find. “I need-” he hushed you with a soft coo, taking both of your hands in one of his to move them out of the way. “It-sokay,” Levi’s words slurred together as he rolled his hips, coating both of his cocks in your arousal. “I know, I know. I’ll take care of you.”
The thought of taking both of his cocks was a little scary, but your lust-addled brain wanted it. Wanted to be used, to be fucked, to be ruined by this gorgeous man before you. By this gorgeous demon – you corrected. Because that’s exactly what he is. A demon. The thought was almost sobering enough to give you pause, but the feeling of being stretched flooded your senses with relief.
Finally.
“F-f-fuck-you’re so - so wet - so tight,” he stammered, dropping your hands in favor of planting his arms on either side of you. Levi sank all the way in, his other cock catching on your clit as he did which sent shivers racing along your body. Once fully seated he paused for only a moment, only long enough to lower himself to his forearms, pressing his heavy body firmly against yours. 
“So pretty, so-” you gasped and whined pitifully as he drew his hips back. You felt the loss of him deeply, as if a part of your very soul had been removed from you. This feeling, however, did not linger, because not a second later he plunged back into your depths.
You both moaned loudly in unison, and from there he set a brutal pace. Every cant of his hips filled the room with a cacophony of lewd slapping, squelching, and heavy breathing combined with both of your eager and needy moans. Finally. Finally. Relief, sweet, wonderful relief that didn’t last. The more he fucked you, the more you needed. 
Your mewls turned into pleads, “please touch me, please. I need to feel your hands, I need more-”
“I don’t want to hurt you!” he huffed. Leviathan sat up, then, pulling your hips with him to hit a new angle even deeper inside. The head of his dick voraciously rubbed against something delicious within your depths and you threw your head back in sheer pleasure. Ecstasy flooded your veins, electricity sparked at every point your bodies met and it wasn’t long before you started to feel the heat rise. 
Cool palms slid up your thighs, up your belly, to knead and squeeze at your breasts, and Levi moaned deep in his chest. It was a sound so unlike his other sweet little whimpers and high-pitched keens. It was low, and reverberated between you, with a purr that vibrated through his body and into yours. 
“Gonna cum-” he nearly growled just a moment before he covered your belly with huge spurts of thick, creamy seed. His other cock throbbed inside of you, filling you so full that cum gushed out around the base of his cock and dripped down your ass. A dark growl started in the depths of his belly and quickly pitched up the longer his orgasm lasted, ending on a soft, airy whine.
Levi watched, entranced, as you slid both of your hands up through his spend, massaging it over your tits, your nipples, before bringing two fingers into your mouth to taste him. He didn’t even have a moment to recuperate before he started fucking you again, just as hard. Every thrust deep, and fast, causing your body to jolt and jiggle–causing him to salivate at the sight of you.
“Please- Levi! I need more, I need.. Need both of you, please. I’m burning up, I need you.” You scooped more of his cum off of your body, lapping some off of one hand while you brought the other down to line his second dick up with your hole. 
He paused as both of his cockheads prodded at your entrance, and shivered. “Are you sure? I don’t-” “Please!”
In one, swift motion, Leviathan bullied both of his ribbed, inhuman cocks into your throbbing, needy little hole. The stretch burned, it hurt, but the aphrodisiac effects took care of any lingering pain. More than anything it felt amazing, like scratching an itch you didn’t know you had. 
You were so close to finally cumming just from the insertion, and you frantically reached down to rub at your clit. “I’m s-so close…” your voice was pitiful, needy, whiny, and he slapped your hand away.
“No,” his voice was low, gruff, much different than you were used to hearing it. “If you cum, you cum from my cocks.”
One roll of his hips, and then another, and you were unraveling at the seams. Your orgasm hit you with an intensity like you’d never felt before. Wave after wave pulsed through your body, squeezing around him, making him fuck you harder. 
It was too much for you both as Levi reached his second orgasm so much faster than the first. The combination of your spasming cunt and the slickness of his previous sent him over the edge at blinding speed, and only served to prolong your own bliss for far longer than you had ever experienced. His thrusts were sloppy, a mixture of overstimulation and bliss, he wanted more and he wanted to move away at the same time. You were too much and not enough all at once and he was stuck frantically rolling his hips against you.
As you began to come down from your pleasure-high, you felt the heat that scorched you from the inside ebb. Your muscles relaxed, your breathing evened, and your body felt heavy. Levi slowly pulled out of you, followed by another thick gush of his cum. 
He stared down at where you two had once been connected, entranced by the way his seed oozed out of you.
“I can’t-” he licked his lips, attempted to steady his breathing, “I can’t believe you took all of me.”
Your eyelids were heavy, sleep was not far away. Your body had been through so much in such a short amount of time, and the effects of it all were weighing you down. 
Levi seemed to notice this, because the next thing you knew, he was taking care to clean you both up. A warm towel pressed to your sensitive aching pussy, gliding over you to rid your body of all he’d given you. 
Another blink and he was helping you into a shirt and panties. The vague feeling of being carried, and then sleep. It was as if as soon as the effects were nullified, all the energy drained out of you, leaving you completely spent and unable to function. Exhausted. 
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The next morning you woke beside Leviathan, curled into his side, snuggled comfortably in his bathtub with plush blankets and pillows. He slept soundly, arms around you, holding you gently. You were sore, having never been stretched so completely, but satisfied. That was the best sex of your life, regardless of whether or not that was the pollen talking. Something about being so desperate and needy for each other heightened the experience, but something nagged at the back of your mind.
“Levi…” you hummed softly, giving him a gentle shake to stir him.
“Hmmmmph?” he blinked rapidly before orange eyes focused on you. “Mmnyeah?”
He squeaked when you kissed him, his whole body stiffening, his hands flying up as if he didn’t know quite where to put them. It only took him a moment to relax, to melt into your kiss, your touch, arms snaking around your waist to hold you closer than before.
A moment later you parted. 
“Wh-?” “I like you.”
“What?!”
You laughed at his animated response, the way his eyes widened and his mouth fell open and his voice pitched an octave higher.
“I like you. A lot. Thank you for taking care of me last night.”
He nodded dumbly, “Oh-u-uhm. Wait! I can’t- I’m not awake enough for this conversation! Can you please give me a moment, my heart can’t handle this!”
You laughed again, giving him another chaste kiss. “Take as long as you need,” you said with a smile as the demon covered his blushing face with both hands. 
“Hey, Levi,” you cooed after a moment, “I like you. I like you lots and lots and lots!”
With every new word you spoke Levi seemed to shrink in on himself. From between his fingers you could see just how bright his face had gotten. Embarrassment burned his ears, down to his shoulders, and it was just so cute you couldn’t help but to wrap your arms around him and squeeze.
“I- I l-like- I like-” he stammered, voice faltering until he could do little more than whisper, “I like you too.”
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, but you were glad it did. 
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skz-hell · 2 years
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sex pollen - seo changbin
characters: sub! (top) changbin x dom! (bottom) reader
cw: sex pollen, dubcon, mind control (?), does this count as drugging or aphrodisiac? maybe, mutliple orgasms, pussy drunk binnie, spanking, creampie, no fucking pregnancy bc ew hashtag infertile reader, also binnie is a little pushy? but it's what reader is going for/wanted, overstimulation
a/n: enjoy this fic, embodying my severe mentally deranged state! ca. 2600 words
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the look in his eyes is very different. very different indeed. dilated, unfocused pupils staring down at you, changbins chest moves with each shallow breath he takes.
your smile widens as you reach your hands up, cradling his sweaty face.
"did you take the trail I suggested?"
It takes him a second to answer, mind probably clouded by a deep and overwhelming desire. he nods his head, leaning into your hands more and closing his eyes, doing his very best to control himself around you. but the rougher skin on your palms fills him with a sense of familiarity and the perfume you wear sneaks it's way into his nose, further decreasing his sanity.
he tries to remember why he's acting like this. why, as soon as he entered the bedroom where you laid, he hurried over to you, climbing on top of you without even taking off his jacket. and it only adds further to the warmth he feels in his entire body.
"were you thinking about me the entire way home, baby?"
your voice rings clear in his head, grounding him yet somehow making his heart clench in his chest. he slowly lays down on top of you, snaking his arms around your torso and trying to pull you into his own body. his grip on you is incredibly tight, he knows that much but he can't help it. your presence doesn't really help him think any more clearly though, thoughts slowly filling with more fantasies of you. until the only thing on his mind is you, you and you alone.
changbin enjoys the peace and quiet of a walk in the evening from time to time. there are less people around and he can clear his head after a long day.
you were so kind to suggest a new trail you found, urging him to go relax and have some me-time while you'd wait for him to come back.
sighing dreamily while thinking about you, his gaze drifts mindlessly around the scenery, admiring it in all of it's quiet and calm beauty. his gaze locks onto a colourful flower, a little off trail but still very visible. it's petals coming together to form the most adorable heart shape. how curious, it's as if he's entranced by this flowers soft appearance and beauty, he takes a step off the gravel trail and onto the soil and moss. and then another. he steps closer and closer, trying to get a good look.
he leans in to smell the flower, and as if noticing the new admirer, the flower opens a secret chamber of petals. a most pleasant and almost intoxicating fragrance wafts through the air. it makes changbins heart swell up and feels lightheaded for a second. his head spins as his vision is filled with a soft pink.
he finds himself holding onto a nearby tree for balance as he slowly comes back to. he shakes his head as if to get rid off the strange encounter he just had. taking a moment to recover, he blinks once, twice. until his vision becomes stable again.
holding his head, he stumbles back to the safe gravel path. he suddenly feels the need to turn back and go see you. the sooner the better. and he hurries home with a strange tight feeling in his chest.
changbin wants to be a reliable man. he likes to be strong and help others in need. however, needily grinding his hard-on onto your clothed pussy isn't exactly the coolest thing to do.
with burning ears and a crumbling pride he tries to press down more. needing you closer. wanting as much physical contact as possible. he hides his face in your neck, pressing kisses into your soft skin, each kiss becoming needier and more demanding, sucking hickies into your sweet spots, making you writhe underneath him aswell as tighten the grip on his hair.
he feels like an animal trying to mate mindlessly. it's so unbelievably hot in this room right now. he doesn't realize he's drenched in sweat until you yank his head up by the back of his hair.
"binnie. you still have your jacket on. let's get that off first shall we?" you enunciate each word clearly.
you slide your free hand over his shoulder in between his shirt and his jacket, pulling the fabric down and he really feels like he's losing his sanity right now. your touch is so simple, such a gentle gesture even, and it still sends shivers down his spine. electrifying his skin underneath, shooting thunderbolts straight to his throbbing dick.
after a short internal debate he detaches himself from you, whining at the loss of contact and shrugs his jacket off. making quick work of getting his shirt off and he moves onto his pants. however, his hazy mind won't let him unbuckle his belt, yanking at it and letting out little groans of frustrations.
he nearly feels like ripping his belt in half, cursing the leather for barricading his dick from the, what feels like, pearly gates to heaven. you lean up and unbuckle his belt for him with slow but more percise movements. he can’t help but lean down and press a bunch of kisses to the crown of your head, your temple, attempting to grab your jaw and pressing kisses onto your cheeks and leaning even further down to nibble at your neck again.
in doing so he's making your little task so much more difficult than it has to be. you adore that he can’t keep his hands off of you, but you also have to look at the big picture. that being... having sex with him. you fumble around for the belt while binnie presses frantic kisses wherever he can reach. after finally getting his belt undone you speak up again, holding up your hand to his lips, getting him to stay still for a second.
"I know you're all desperate right now but do you remember your safeword?"
you enunciate the words slowly, again letting him take time to answer. he nods.
"say it."
you wait another minute..
"red... it's... it's red."
you give a gentle smile before pulling your shirt up in a swift motion, patience running thin on your end aswell. this reveals your puffy nipples. changbin physically feels the way another crack rips his way into his sanity. especially after you scoot up and part your legs, presenting the dark spot on your panties. inviting him with the curl of a finger..
he dives in head first. grabbing onto your thighs with such desperation while mouthing over your panties. pressing his face in further and further. you try to hold back the sounds but can't as deep gasps escape you. gripping his hair so tightly only serves as another wave of pleasure down his spine. he moans mindlessly into you, grinding into the mattress underneath him.
you yank him up with one hand, flushed face and unfocused eyes coming into view. you slap him gently on his cheek, not enough to hurt but definetly enough to stop him in his tracks for a second. then you ask a few questions, slapping harder after each question, making him whine in frustration.
"aren't you getting ahead of yourself? did you forget who you are?"
he shakes his head slightly.
"shouldn't you beg and plead for this?"
and beg he does. groveling at your feet, pressing gentle kisses to your thighs, tearing up and using his cute desperate voice. he does it all.
"what should you do now?" you raise your eyebrow at him expectantly.
he mumbles a thank you, barely audible.
"what was that?"
"thank you. thank you for letting me eat you out. thank you."
"that's better. now get back to work and don't you dare stop before I cum."
he thanks the heavens above when you slide your panties to the side. he dives back in, lapping at your pussy like a starved man. you tangle your fingers into his dark hair and command him to put out his tongue. after suckling on your clit a little longer, you just yank him back by force and repeat the command. the deep desire to be a good boy for you overwhelms him and he obeys.
you waste no time, parting your legs wider and bringing your hips down. grinding on his outstretched tongue has you throwing your head back and let out a satisfied moan, your clit finally getting the stimulation it needed ever since changbin left your home.
changbin echoes your moans with his own, moaning against you as if he's receiving head himself. his cute moans only spurring you on, wrapping your legs around his head and basically rutting your hips down onto his tongue. a familiar feelings builds up in your lower abdomen. a knot that's about to snap due to the endless pleasure.
he adores the way you use him like your own personal toy, grinding on his tongue with no regard for him at all. it makes him giddy with excitement. he adores it even more when you push yourself over the edge using him, cumming all over his tongue. he feels you clench rhythmically around nothing with the tip of his tongue. he doesn't even fully realize that he's already came twice untouched, just from grinding down into the mattress.
he's too focused on you, the soft skin of your thighs trapping his head. it feels so much more plush than he remembers. the way you smell, much more intense and heavy, blurring his thoughts and senses together. your heavenly sounds echoing in his ears, gushing inwardly at the beautiful tone of your voice the closer you got to climaxing.
while he's reminiscing about what just happened, you grab his wrists and pull him upward and towards you. you keep note of the dark stain on the mattress, where he just laid, in your head. you pull him on top of you and roam your hands all over his body, still sweating so much and skin incredibly warm to the touch.
you waste no time reaching down and aligning his throbbing dick to your wet entrance. with your help, he sinks himself into your soft walls. you cradle his face in your hands again and stroke his cheeks while his face turns into a concentrated frown. you pull his face closer to you and press gentle kisses to his closed eyes, cheeks and corners of his lips.
but the affection only chips away at his sanity more, desperately trying to keep himself from cumming in you after .5 thrusts. a frustrated whine leaves him as his shaky arms give out and he falls on top of you. he buries his face into your neck and nearly refrains from biting down on your shoulder.
you yelp in suprise as he sinks his teeth into your skin. you loosen the tight grip on his shoulders and reach down to leave a harsh smack on his ass. a choked moan is heard from your shoulder and he's gripping the sheets near your head so tightly you worry for a second he might rip them by his sheer strength.
"you feel close to cumming already? we haven't even started.."
he moans in response. grinding his dick into you, he circles his hips and tries to bury himself deeper into the grounding warmth. you leave another harsh smack on his other asscheek. he finally starts moving his hips, dragging his dick out of you slowly and snapping forward whenever you slap him harshly. not long after, you feel him shake against you, filling your walls with hot spurts of cum.
did he really just-
he can't think clearly anymore, growing dumber with each minute he's inside of you. he feels the tears well up when his throbbing erection won't go down and it's starting to hurt. he shakes against you as you massage the flesh of his ass.
"you need to cum again, baby?"
he nods against you, trying to collect himself enough to get up and move his hips again. he never wants to stop being inside of you, he wishes you could stay connected forever.
on the other hand, you're sick of waiting and flip him around in a swift motion. his pliant demeanor making it way easier to manhandle him around. now with him laying on his back you lift your hips and drop them down again. setting a pace that's too much and not enough for your poor boyfriend. you are focused on your own orgasm from now on, uncaring of the squirming, the whining and the cumming inside of you. in fact the way he can't control himself makes this entire ordeal so much hotter to you.
angling your hips to your desire, making him the sweet spot inside of you, you bounce on top of him. bracing your hands on his toned stomach you run them up to his pecs. maybe if you treated him a little harsher...
so you lean down and take a nipple into your mouth, satisfied with the way binnie digs his hands harder into your thighs. you grab the other free nipple with your fingers. twisting, pulling and tapping it until you feel changbin shake against you again, shooting yet another load into your throbbing pussy.
his hands move to your bouncing hips, not grabbing or controlling your movements, just holding onto for dear life, the overstimulation getting too much for him to handle. choked sobs leaving him as you keep up the pace.
you switch and suck on his other perked up nipple, biting it gently and tugging it up making binnie arch his back as if to follow you. you let it go and lean down again, this time sinking your teeth around the darker areola. a choked sob reaching your ears, and yet another load fills you, slowly running back down his dick and forming a white ring around his dick as you keep going.
you decide to pay him back triple for what he did to your shoulder, leaving deep bitemarks on his other nipple and up his chest to his neck. your eager revenge getting you another load from the twitchy, incoherent man underneath you.
tired from the effort you start leaning back and you grab your own ankles, grinding down on his dick. grabbing his hands you place them on your boobs, wordlessly showing him to squeeze them gently and going back to your grinding. your climax is building up quicker now that he's helping.
you continue your harsh grinds, stunned gasps leaving you at the intense pleasure. his dick hitting all the right places inside of you. his girth stretching you out so deliciously. and your orgasm comes, followed right by changbins last one. moaning in unison your hips shake uncontrollably as you squirt all over his tummy and chest.
shaking with the aftermath of your orgasm you sluggishly lift your hips, nudging him to watch as his countless loads make their way out of you. he actually gasps at the sight, almost lured into pulling you down again but his now clear conscience and your hand stops him, leaning forward you fall next to him on the mattress.
with his last strength he turns to you and pulls you into his infamous bear hugs. you giggle against his shoulder and pat his back affectionately. before you could sneak your hand down to cop another feel of his ass-
"thank you. I think I'm gonna take more of your suggestions from now on." he whispers into your ear, smile evident from the way he's speaking.
you just smile against his shoulder and in one last revenge filled desire you bite down on his shoulder, hard. he yelps before giggling, squeezing you closer to him.
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absurdthirst · 2 years
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Under His Skin {Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: Dub-con due to drugs, sex pollen, infidelity, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, cream pie
Comments: Work goes terribly wrong. A needle jabbed into this thigh, an unknown drug pushed into his system. His body screaming for release, Dave races home to what he thinks is an empty house - Carol and the girls at the cabin - only to find the nanny there. Leaving him free to act on illicit thoughts he’s had. 
A/N: This does include infidelity. If that bothers you, please scroll on past.
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“Fuck!” Dave slams his hand on the steering wheel as the car jerks slightly to the left before he snatches the wheel back to center. The pain that should be radiating up his arm barely registers, the pain in his fucking groin too distracting for anything else to matter. 
It was supposed to be a simple job. Take out a fucking sleazball drug pusher, make it look like the tweaker had an accident while he was high off his own shit. He hadn’t anticipated the fucking needle that got shoved in his thigh, horrified at both the idea of getting something from a dirty needle and the high from whatever shit he had just pushed into Dave’s system. 
For that, the fucker’s death had been a bit messier than usual. He had made sure that the knife had carved out a few more screams than he normally would have because of it. But the fire would destroy most of the evidence anyway. Not that it would be traced back to Dave, he had no ties to that piece of shit. 
Now, he just needed to get home. Carol and the girls are at the cabin, where he’s supposed to join them for a long weekend when he was done ‘wrapping up some last minute work at the office’. So he doesn’t have to worry about questions or concerns about why he was harder than a fucking rock and feeling like he was going to explode if he doesn’t cum.
He doesn’t know what was in that needle. His cock is hard, harder than it’s been in years, straining at the seam of his zipper and aching like he was a teenage boy who has been denied sex after hours of teasing. If he could manage it without crashing the fucking car, he would jerk off while he was driving. But he needs to get home, locked in the safety of his suburban house where no one would think to look for the culprit of the five alarm fire currently raging in that building. 
Taking a deep breath, he tries to ignore the throbbing, pulsing sensitivity of every beat of his heart being felt through his cock. The sticky wet spot grows larger every minute that passes by. He would swear that he’s already cum, how much of the pearlescent liquid has dribbled out and soaked into the fabric of his boxers. But he hasn’t, he would know. 
Half a mile left. That’s all he has. A right turn on Oak Street and then another left on Timberlake. Then it’s just going past ten mailboxes to the driveway that he could turn into in his sleep. Probably has at some point when he’s come home exhausted. The wife’s Mercedes not in the driveway and she probably forgot to pull the bins down to the end of the driveway for the garbage truck. Not that it mattered right now. 
It helps, thinking about these mundane things while he operates on muscle memory alone. He’s good at that. Pushing himself to act appropriately when he needs to, do what is needed or expected despite what he is truly feeling on the inside. Dave York is good at being what he needs to be at that moment. 
His mailbox in view, he lets out an audible groan. Soon he would slumped into the couch in his living room, his cock in hand as he pumps out this feral need to fuck out of his system. 
****
“No, it’s no problem.” You smile as you shift in front of the sink, making sure that there is no food in the bowls as you get ready to put them in the dishwasher. Molly had a bad habit of dumping the food into it and three weeks ago Dave had grumbled and cursed all afternoon while he had taken it apart to find food stuck in the drains, the reason it had backed up and flooded the kitchen. You didn’t want a repeat of that. “I don’t mind being here at all, although it’s strange not to hear the girl’s running around.”
“I can’t thank you enough.” Carol’s voice comes through your earbud and hum noncommittally. Carol York was nice, polite and she genuinely respected you, rare for a nanny gig in your experience, but you still tried to keep your distance. “The package should be there tomorrow and then you can have the next three days to yourself. Order some pizza and there’s a bottle of wine in the fridge.” She is talking from her car, still on the way to the famous cabin that she is always wanting to visit again. “Girls, stop that!” She scolds them before she turns back to you. “Anyway, Dave may swing by to change, but tell him that I’ve got his clothes in my car so he doesn’t need to pack.” 
“I will.” You promise, not bothering to remind her that she said the same thing this morning to her husband before he rushed away for a last minute emergency that had to be handled. Saying goodbye, you finish up the dishes and start the machine, wiping down the counters. You could spend the next two days alone in the house that was beyond what you ever expected to have for yourself. Maybe daydreaming a little about a lift you could never have.
Dave both intimidated and intrigued you. There were moments where you swear that he was a predator, someone that had a darkness in them. His eyes would go flat and lifeless, his jaw would tense and then after a moment, he would blink and it would be gone. An easy smile on his face or a soft, teasing joke for his daughters. 
He was attractive. God, was he attractive, but he was also married. You had seen him with Carol and the girls. He was a loving father, good husband from what you could see. You didn’t know what happened in their bedroom, but Carol didn’t bad mouth him like some of the other couples you had worked for. 
It was your dirty little secret, the way you watched him. Admired the way that his broad shoulders pull over the starched button down shirts and suits that he wears. Contrasted with the soft t-shirts and jogging pants that he wears around the house on the weekends. When he was mowing the grass or cleaning the gutters. You pretended that you didn’t watch him while you were folding laundry, sometimes his laundry or helping the girls with their homework. Never wanting to let on that you had a pathetic crush on a man you would never have anything with beyond being his children’s nanny. 
There is a screeching of tires in the driveway making you jump, rushing from the kitchen towards the front door. Unsure of what the hell would cause anyone to fly into the York driveway. Unless it was someone who was hotdogging. Dave would be pissed if some kid ran over the mail box again. 
You reach the entryway hall when the door bursts open, making a small scream rip out of your throat. Dave launches himself through the door and slams it behind him, red faced, panting and disheveled. 
He freezes for a moment, watching you press a hand to your heart, trying to calm yourself down. It’s only Dave, it’s only Dave you repeat over and over in your mind - your fight or flight instinct had flooded your body with adrenaline in fear that someone was invading the house. 
Dave hadn’t expected you to be here, he had been expected to have the house to himself. Not that it mattered now. His body is screaming for release and something inside him snaps, making him step forward and grab your shoulder to push you down to your knees. 
Your eyes widen in shock when you feel the pressure pushing you down, forcing you down to your knees roughly. Unsure of what the hell is going on. Looking up at him in shock. “I- Dave- are-are you-” You stop talking when he lets go of your shoulder, fumbling with the buckle of his belt and his zipper, pulling his cock out in front of you. 
Your gasp makes him nearly groan, biting his lip at how much it hurts to even touch himself by this point. He’s going to cum any second and he would rather it be buried in your throat because it would take too long to get you stripped down. “Suck.” His free hand cups your jaw, fingers digging into your pressure points expertly to force your mouth open. “Fuck, suck it.” He’s nearly begging, although the words are harsh, growled out at you. 
Shocked that this is happening, your eyes move from his face to the purple, leaking head of his cock. It looks like he has been hard for hours and is about to explode. His eyes are dark, hard with an edge that warns you not to push him. You shouldn’t do this, you should try to wrench free and rage at him in righteous indignation. You don’t. You give in to the horrible little voice that tells you to go for it. 
Dave moans when your lips brush the tip, barely touching his cock while your tongue comes out to press against the leaking head. It feels incredible, almost knee-buckling good and his grip on your jaw tightens slightly while pulling you towards him. Wanting your mouth around him fully. “Fuuuuuuuck.” He hisses, feeling your lips close around him, the heat of your mouth sucking him in. 
His hand that had been feeding his cock into your mouth comes around your head, pressing against the back of it. “Oh fuck, baby.” He grunts harshly. “I’m gonna fuck your throat.” He warns you. “Don’t choke, swallow my cock.” 
It’s all the warning you get before he starts to move. The hard, deep thrusts into your mouth nearly gagging you, but you keep swallowing, trying to prevent yourself from choking in those precious few seconds that he is pulling his hips back. The hand on your hand pushes you down, deeper onto his cock while he fucks himself into you mouth. Using you relentlessly while the fabric of his pants, his balls sway and tap the bottom of your chin. 
You shouldn’t be getting wet, shouldn’t be moaning around him when the urge to choke gives way to your throat opening wider, drooling all over his cock with every pass as the ridges scrap over your tongue. 
“Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby.” Dave grunts, feeling the drug that is coursing through his system loosening up his tongue. Talking to his wife in bed was far different than talking to the nanny while he fucks her throat. “Knew you would be good at this. Knew you would suck my cock like a champ. Better than fucking my hand.” 
Dave’s rocking up onto the balls of his feet, pushing himself past your gag reflex and bulging your throat while he fucks your mouth. Making you whine when he starts talking to you, that low voice raspy and rough. Making your eyes widen as you stare up at him, surprised that he’s thought about this. Wondering what else he’s thought of. 
“Fuck, gonna cum baby, that mouths gonna make me cum.” Dave hisses, eyes locked on yours, body starting to tense up. 
It’s all the warning he gives you. The next thrust buries his cock deep down your throat and starts to throb, pumping spurts of salty, sticky cum down your throat. Making you choke and struggle to swallow, some of it spilling out of the corners of your mouth and sliding down your jaw along with the spit. 
It hurts, that’s how good it feels. His balls pulling up and that sublime feeling of his cum pumping through his shaft and spurting down your throat. You look exactly like he imagined those nights he was in the shower. Wide eyes with tears sliding down your cheeks from where you had choked on him, the stream of spit and cum from where you can’t swallow all he has to give. The way your throat closes around the head and squeezes it, milking him of another rope. 
Except, he’s not starting to soften. The ache is still twisting in his stomach and he realizes for the first time since he was - fuck, 25, he can keep going. He isn’t going to be a one and done this time. 
You almost protest when he pulls his hips back, letting go of the back of your head and pulls his cock out of your mouth. Wet and shiny from your mouth and there is a string of spit that connects the still heavy bead of cum on the tip to your lips. Until you break it, your tongue comes out to swipe along the edges and try to lick up the excess. 
Dave reaches down and drags you up, his breathing ragged and he shakes you slightly when he looks into your eyes. He’s thought about fucking other women before. Practially every man has, but he’s never actually had sex with someone since he married Carol. It doesn’t matter right now, he just needs to be inside you. “Take your fucking clothes off.” He orders you, letting go of you so he can start to drag the material away from his own body. 
Whimpering, you rush to comply. You’ve not imagined this less than a hundred times, but you never imagined it like this. Pulling your own shirt over your head and seeing your charge’s father kick his shoes off and shove the pants and boxers down over his legs, kicking them off impatiently while his cock still swings heavily between his legs. Fuck, he’s still hard. He’s going to fuck you. 
Your cunt throbs and you know that you should stop him, ask what is wrong because this is not how Dave York acts. He barely acknowledges you unless it's something to do with the girls’ schedule. Now he’s going to fuck you in the foyer of his home?
His shirt isn’t even off before he’s on you again. Steering you deeper into the house, not caring about the clothes piled in the entryway. The farthest he can make it is the kitchen, the table where his family sits is blessedly clear, making him push you over the shiny surface of the wooden table. 
“D-Dave.” You gasp out, feeling his fingers, quick and harsh, ripping at the leggings and underwear that you still haven’t managed to get off your body. Are you really going to do this? Are you going to let him fuck you on the York kitchen table?
“Let me fuck you, baby.” It’s not really a question, not the way that he’s stripping your leggings down and kicking your legs apart while your torso is bent over the same table he helps the kids with their homework on. It’s not a question but he will pull himself away if he has to. There are a few lines he’s not crossed. “Fuck I need it. I need to be inside you.” 
You can’t help the whimper, hearing the words that seem like some kind of fevered fantasy. Like you are living out the raunchiest porno or smut you’ve ever read. “Yes.” You manage, face against the wood grain of the table and you are glad you wiped it down after clearing it. Otherwise your tits would be in spilled milk from the cereal. 
It’s all he needs to hear. The white noise, the heat that is curling in his stomach takes over. Barely able to grasp his cock and and move it half a stroke through your soaked folds, groaning at how wet you are. Gritting his teeth and driving his hips forward to bury himself in the hot, tight confines of your body. 
Your squeal is punched out of you, hips slammed against the table while your cunt stretches to accommodate his cock. Loud and echoing through the house, followed up by the low groan of Dave, grinding against your ass as if he is trying to get even deeper. 
“Shit.” He hisses, fingers dug into your hips, feeling like his gripping bone through the layers of flesh. “Al-always imagined how tight you would be.” He admits, blowing out a breath and feeling like his heart is going to explode from how hard it’s pounding. Sweat drips from his brow, body overheated and needing to cum again. “W-wanted to fuck you right here, baby.” 
Your fingers wrap around the table, clinging to it as Dave pulls his hips back to start fucking you at a brutal pace. The table creaks, scrubs and scratches along the floor with every harsh thrust. Making your cunt clench and your mewls get louder, every time his thick length strikes deep and makes you rock up onto your toes so it softens the hit. 
“Ohhhh ooooohhhh.” Dave huffs, hearing your moans and rocking his hips faster, needing to fuck you just as hard and as fast as he possibly can. It feels incredible, twisting and knotting in his stomach and making the burn ache a little less. Unable to do anything but feel how tightly your cunt grips him, your walls fluttering around him. 
“So good to me.” He grunts. “Letting me use you, fuck you like this. Need it.” He moans quietly when you squeeze him harshly and his hips stutter under your tight hold around him. “Need to fill you up. Fill this cunt up and watch it dr-drip out.” 
God, his voice is so sexy. Your eyes roll back in pleasure at the way he hits so deep, the punishing plunge of his cock doing just as much as that gravelly timbre, giving all the illicit thoughts you’ve had about him a voice. You would have never expected that he thought about you, never imagined he would. Now it’s rolling around in your head and making you want to cum around him. 
“You like that, don’t you?” Of course he hears how you whimper and whine when he starts talking. Your body seizing up and pulsing around him. “You like my cock inside you, don’t you baby?” 
Biting your lip, you whine, barely able to scrub your cheek along the table in agreement. “Yes, you do.” Dave bends down, flattening himself over your back and keeping his hips slapping against your ass. His mouth is right next to your ear, breathing against it and making you shudder. “Have you- have you had someone fuck you like this before?” 
He doesn’t like that idea. Even if his actions are based on the driving needs of his body, he doesn’t like the idea of someone else fucking you like this. Doesn’t like the idea of someone else touching you and feeling you grip them like a fucking glove. Your pussy is his, this cunt now belongs to him. He’s not crossed this line with you before out of respect for his wife, for his kids, but now it’s done and he knows he won’t give it up. He’ll keep filling you up like this again. 
“No-no-no.” You chant out, barely able to speak as his thrusts ramp up. Getting even harder and pushing the table along the floor while he beats himself into you. “N-never.” You’ve never had toys or had anything but the most basic sex. Your experience is limited and you feel your cheeks burning at how much you are enjoying this. It’s rough and raw and you feel your entire body reacting to the way that he is fucking you. 
“Good.” He growls the words, the smile you can’t see is predatory, calculating. HIs groan is loud, nearly surprised when his orgasm rushes over him. Making him push his cock deep, moaning your name as he shallowly thrusts, pumping you full of his seed, spilling out of your cunt as he continues to rock into you. 
Heat floods your cunt, making you whimper and close your eyes. It feels so good but you wish you had cum. Making your body slump down against the table and relax. The tears that have built up in your eyes blinked away when he stops moving and just throbs inside of you for a moment. 
“Fuck.” He pants, wiping his brow and rocking back so he can see where he is still buried inside you. “Jesus, look at that, baby.” He’s still hard, still needing to fuck you and he chuckles as he starts to move again. “Let’s make you cum.” 
You moan again. “Dave.” Your ass pushes back towards him, making him chuckle again.
“You must not have been fucked right.” He comments, making you shake your head, agreeing with him. You haven’t been fucked right. No one has made your toes curl and your entire body scream for release like the man who is currently pushing his cum out of your cunt with every slick thrust. 
“You’ve probably never had someone lick that tight little cunt, have you baby?” He coos, now able to talk more since he’s cum twice. “No one’s ever made your thighs shake around their ears?” 
“No.” You pout, making him huff. Shaking his head behind you. “I- no one. Dave, please.” 
“I can’t right now.” He hisses. “Need to be inside you. Need to fuck you, but I will.” He promises, starting to ramp up his thrusts again. One hand lets go of your hip, pushing up under your pelvis and sinking between your thighs to find your clit. “But-but I’ll make sure you cum.” 
Mewling when those thick fingers find your swollen clit, your walls clench down around him. So on edge from the way that he’s been shredding up into you, you fall apart with just a few harsh circles of your clit. “DAVE!” You cry out, shaking underneath him while he continues to rub your clit while your cunt pulses around him in pleasure. 
“Fuck.” He spits, the harsh slap of his hips sounding slicker, wetter with every pass. “Good girl, baby, good girl.” 
There is a sense of pride, moaning quietly again while he works you through it, still thrusting away and fucking into you like he has no intention of stopping anytime soon. Because he doesn’t. 
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Your cunt hurts. That’s the first thing you register when your eyes open. Dave had fucked you for hours. Hours. Barely stopping to drag you up into the room that you stay in while you are working. Grabbing extra lube, which you were extremely thankful for when your own natural slick arousal started to dry up. 
“Here.” You turn your head to find Dave standing over you, holding something in one hand and a glass of water in another. “It’s a painkiller.” He offers when you don’t immediately take it. “You need it since you weren’t used to being fucked like that.” 
Wincing at the blunt words, you sit up, hissing slightly and Dave sits down on the edge of the bed. Watching as you take the pills and look at them before you pop them into your mouth and take the water to wash them down. “Thank you.” You murmur. 
“Thank you.” Dave counters, his eyes not necessarily flat and hard, but they are shuttered, not letting you see what he is feeling. “I- it was something that- how are you feeling?”
It’s unusual to see Dave unsure of himself. He always seems like a man who knows what is going on and what to expect. He’s caught off guard and you tilt your head curiously at the sight. You already figured out that it wasn’t normal. Dave being able to go for that long, no man had that kind of stamina. Coupled with his desperation, you had to reason that something had happened. 
“I’m good.” You tell him after a moment, watching him nod and rub his hands on his thighs, now covered in the soft fabric of some gray sweats. “Sore, but good.” 
“Good.” Dave sighs and then takes a breath. “You need to rest.” He tells you. “I called Carol and told her that I won’t be able to make it to the cabin this weekend.” A tiny smirk curls up his lips. “When you aren’t so sore, I’ll keep my promise.” 
Your eyes widen, mouth dropping open as Dave stands and walks out of your bedroom. His promise of making you cum with his mouth had been repeated several times over the hours that he had been deep inside you, filling you up with load after load of his cum. Apparently, despite whatever had made him fuck you, you had gotten under his skin. 
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buckyhoney · 2 years
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Sex pollen with Frank as in reader gets it, gets superrr needy and he’s all gentle while taking the pain away or sex pollen as in Frank gets it and is scared to hurt the reader but she reassures him and then she gets ruined??
the thought of frank being so needy and whiney is making my brain fuzzy. if frank got it, he's hitting it from the back and as it's slowing down he's switching to missionary- if you got hit, you're riding him with your vibrator on your clit
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demonmegcause · 2 years
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Meg had been on a hunt where she got sprayed by some kind of plant. Ever since then, she grew more aroused. She talked on the phone with a witch friend and she described the plant and her feelings. It turns out It was sex pollen and the only cure for it was sex. So she was sitting outside in her car in front of her best friends house. She had a really big favor to ask.
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onsunnyside · 2 years
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I’m not too sure if you are doing this in your AU cause every writer is different… imagine if CL!Steve was giving legacy “heat repressor” when actually it’s a sex pollen that he got of one of his brothers or something (idk if that’s the right term sorry). he convinces her it’s one where things get worse before they get better. So she takes them and like he said things get worse, as in she has this uncontrollable itch that only steve can scratch and once he does cause we both know he will, they both feel better just as he promised.
oo I have something like this planned for the 4th chapter where legacy goes into heat and Steve offers his services (and records it all) !! I was considering him just messing with your suppressants/whatever and then you going into heat, but I also really like this idea 🌚
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cherryxblossxms · 17 days
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Ohhhhh..... just had thought about sex pollen and Keith..... esp since he works with plants. Maybe he discovers a new plant/an unfamiliar plant and gets hit. The two Keiths warring internally about how to handle this and not affect or worry MC. Or maybe MC gets hit with it and Keith has to help her out. Or somehow both of them get hit by the pollen together. Keith doesn't want to take advantage of MC and probably is afraid of hurting her, thinking he won't be able to hold back in bed. But MC knows he's suffering just like she is and wants to accept all of him regardless. Hrmmmmm
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buckets-and-trees · 8 months
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Desperate [Bucky x Reader]
Fandom: MCU Title: Desperate Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader Word Count: 3k 
Summary: Enemies? Rivals? It's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the Winter Soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered.
Content Warnings: kidnapping, sex pollen ergo DUBIOUS CONSENT, sexual situations (named acts, non-explicit depictions of vaginal sex), medical elements (needles, IVs, experience of medical distress)
Thank You Notes: BIGGEST SHOUT OUTS to @sgt-seabass who beta loved this into what it is and @vonalyn who helped supply me with some of the vital energy I needed. This was SUPPOSED to be an answer to this little sleepover ask @povlvr had graced me with... but then it became this! Logistical Notes: Filling my eleventh square for Bucky Barnes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo - Y2 "Reluctant Teamwork" and @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer Week 9 which is technically a "FREE WEEK" but had sex pollen listed as one of the suggested things to play with, so... that's why we're here now.
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You were an old SHIELD contact that Steve knew before Project Insight. He didn't know you well then, but you had crossed paths a few times. You were an analyst sometimes assigned to Steve's missions. You went to work for the CIA after the Triskellion takedown, where you stayed for a couple of years, before eventually moving into the private sector.
When Steve, Nat, Sam, and Wanda were outlaws on the run, they bumped into you again, and you became an ally and valuable contact in your new area of the country - and ultimately a friend. And trusted enough that you knew about Bucky - and Bucky heard about you.
Bucky didn't love that you were an element in Steve's life. He hadn't met you, hadn't been able to get his own read on you. 
He'd been wary initially about Nat, Sam, and Wanda, but he'd been able to meet them and build his own trust - and they'd all ultimately put their lives and reputations on the line for him. 
It wasn't that he was distrustful of everyone anymore and needed people to put their lives on the line to prove themselves. Those who had sided with Steve over Tony in the Zemo affair aside, he'd also learned to trust others again in Wakanda with so many of the royal family and the royal guard building relationships with him. 
But with you he didn’t know you, and so he didn't like it.
What Bucky loathed even more? 
You didn't blip out. For five years, you were there for Steve when he couldn't be. You were apparently there so much that when Steve left, he fucking said to watch out for you. The punk.
Bucky didn’t know Steve dropped in on you, too, and asked you to keep an eye out for Bucky the day he gave Sam the shield. You promised you would.
You reached out. Not immediately, but in the weeks after.
Bucky was... less than kind.
Frankly, he was surly, ungrateful, short, and rude. 
Pieces were moving and with Bucky's reappearance in the United States, the question of his future was an immediate concern. Public and government representatives were demanding trials, pardons, and all the rest.
You told him you had found an excellent contact for a lawyer.
"No, thanks, I can find my own," the words were polite, but the tone was clipped, flat, low - almost a growl. 
Being so abruptly shut down, you decided to cut the phone call first and on your terms, so you wished him luck - managing to be more polite than him, making it sound genuine - and hung up.
You called Matt Murdock yourself, and told him about Bucky's case.
You did it only because of your promise to Steve.
And a little bit because you knew you were fucking right and that Bucky needed your lawyer contact. 
Matt chuckled, told you he knew about stubbornness, and that he'd go about approaching the Winter Soldier diplomatically and professionally.
Matt pulled off the best possible pardon deal, even if not everything about it was ideal.
When Pepper decided to get back into some of the Avenger support again - after the Flag Smashers business - so she could provide some more trustworthy resources for Sam and Bucky and the old crowd, you were one of the people she ended up scouting and recruiting to come work on the direct home support team with research and tactical support. Sometimes you went into the field with the team, but usually you stayed at home base and relayed with the agents over comms. 
This was not because you weren't outstanding, but because it was clear the less time you and Bucky spent in proximity to each other, the less awkward it was for everyone else on the team. You were both professional enough to keep the animosity out of things during a mission over comms, and that was about it. 
Otherwise, it was silent treatment and resentment.
Neither of you extended the woes of your dislike for each other actively to anyone else on the team, keeping your mouths shut about your feelings, and engaging in only occasional and minimal eye-rolling when either of you was mentioned. Bucky made a point of giving you electrolyte-enhanced waters first whenever you did go into the field on a mission with them, as if you were a toddler who couldn’t take care of yourself. 
Sitting by you at a holiday dinner at Sam’s you almost thought there was a moment of thaw between you and the Winter Soldier, but you didn’t push the almost comfortable silence between you to anything more - knowing it had been long-established he only tolerated you. It was clearly only a temporary pause, meaning very little as Bucky continued to push for you not being put into the field with them. You didn’t need to be around his close scrutiny. He made getting over any initial crush you might have had on him very easy. 
Things were fine like that for a little over a year. 
And then you were abducted on your way back from a mission outside of Paris where you had been part of the local ground team, taken and smuggled out of the airport. It was not HYDRA this time, just leftover cretins who blipped away but now were back, stirring up their own operation which hoped to double down on being even more nefarious. They were interested in testing some of their new methods and resources while also trying to extract some sensitive information.
Why not kill two birds with one stone by snatching up a well-connected and informed analyst at the heart of the neo-Avengers operation?
They recovered files from debunked HYDRA facilities (hard drives were wiped, but motivated hackers knew how to dig beneath what had been wiped to recover remnants - in hindsight, SHIELD should have taken the tech to a secure location) and developed an even more concentrated and powerful form of sex pollen. They were interested in how it would be absorbed in both the aerosol and liquid forms they had developed. Why not try out both forms on you? 
The aerosol was potent enough, but not in a way that would break you for their line of inquiries.
So, they injected it right into your veins.
Compounding with what had already been ingested into your system, everything intensified, and you - much more quickly than they anticipated - moved past what may have been a state where they could've coaxed the information they wanted out of you. 
Quickly you progressed to the point where you were consumed by this toxin, your body raging and desperate for the physical activity that will get you to a sexual release and flush the toxin from your system. You were keening and moaning and crying, covered in sweat, straining painfully against your bonds, unable to focus on anything anyone said to you. 
You were incoherent and not far from feral. 
Having gone beyond the point you could be giving them intelligence, you were still useful to provide information as the test subject, and they kept you on it through an IV drip to see the limits of what an average female body could take before it was completely broken.
You had absolutely no sense of how long this went on, only that you were not even crying tears anymore, just dry sobbing and wailing, because everything in your throat, and in your veins, and in your chest, and in your vagina burned. 
It was an agony you'd never experienced in your life. 
You vaguely registered a cacophony of sound around you, but it was like it was coming to you through a long dark tunnel, distorted and distant, and you couldn’t open your eyes to see what is going on, not that you could even think to or were capable of caring about anything other than the desperate purgatory you were enduring until you finally passed out.
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Bucky and Sam were nearly back to base ops in New York from the Paris mission when the news of your abduction came through, and they turned around immediately. Teams working at home and in Paris - and Bucky in the air while Sam piloted - narrowed your likely whereabouts down to two locations: somewhere near Versailles (because of course evil operations are drawn to the ideas of opulence) or a compound outside of Brussels. 
Time already against them, Sam and Bucky made the tough decision that they needed to split up so they could investigate both options as quickly as humanly possible. Sam dropped Bucky at the well-equipped safe house less than an hour away from the suspected Versailles compound and then headed to Brussels.
After arming himself to the teeth as quickly as he could, Bucky fired up the Ducati in the garage of the safehouse that had been equipped with a noise dampener by your tech engineers, punched in his navigational coordinates, and pushed to top speeds to get to there, stashing the bike half a kilometer away so he could make the rest of the approach in complete stealth.
The operation was much smaller than he anticipated, but because of its size it was almost immediately apparent to Bucky that this was where they had you, and he was also confident he would be able to drop this operation and get to you without as much trouble as he expected.
But in no way could he have predicted the state he would find you in.
He heard your agonizing cries and keening within moments of entering the facility, and he'd already dropped four agents at that point, but the excruciating pain he heard from you was its own form of torture in itself. 
He picked up the pace, tearing ruthlessly through everyone else that came between him and you.
He got the full view of the condition you were in only moments before you passed out. He quickly undid all the bindings and removed everything they had attached to monitor your vitals. He unhooked the IV drip but had the presence of mind to take the bag for testing later. It was inelegant, but he hefted you over his shoulder, and everyone else still conscious who got in his way of getting you out was incapacitated with a single kill shot.
It was close to midnight when he reached the safe house and carefully tucked you into one of the beds. He pulled a secure laptop and some of the base medical testing equipment into the bedroom and kept watch over your catatonic form while he started running tests on the substance you’d been hooked up to and sent the base data for his samples to the bioengineering team back at HQ.
Over the next hour your body experienced a few fits of violent shaking, but you didn’t rouse until almost 2am. When you did, it was with great heaving gasps, and your arms flailed, your hands grasping at the sheets, at your clothes, and then at Bucky when he appeared almost immediately at your side trying to soothe you. He had a theory he hoped wasn’t true – that he knew what was running through your veins – but it was confirmed when you clutched and pawed desperately at him. Then your eyes met his, there was a recognition but coupled with devastating desperation, and you started babbling his name and pleading, “Bucky, please, Bucky. Need. Bucky, help. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.”
He’d been in distress over you since he first heard your tortured cries hours before, and he knew you needed him.
He wouldn’t deny you. 
He knew the anguish of being a slave within one’s own mind. 
He worked both of you out of your clothes quickly, and then laid you back on the bed and crawled above you. “I gothcu, shh, I know what you need.” You cried, but with a glimmer of relief, when he sunk into your desperately wet cunt. He thrust diligently into you while you clung to his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. 
The first orgasm was quick, and provided a glorious wave of relief that helped, but it was not enough. 
Not even close.
For nearly two hours he let you use him, pulling him into you, riding him, kneeling under him on all fours while he wrapped an arm around your waist and took you from behind. 
It was relentless fucking until you hit the point of being utterly depleted – mercifully coinciding with when the chemicals seemed to have finally been flushed from your system with enough of the endorphins released into your bloodstream from the numberless orgasms. 
If anyone but a super soldier had found you, Bucky genuinely worried they may not have been enough to help. Seeing you at the utter extreme of limits, in dangerous territory, had shaken something inside him he wasn’t prepared to discover. There had been no question in his mind that he had to get you through it. 
He smoothed your hair off your face and let your body gently sink back into the mattress, then got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. He wiped your brow first, and you sighed in relief, eyes already closed in bone-tired weariness. Bucky gently wiped the sweat from your neck, continued moving down your body, and then with a second warm cloth he’d also brought, he gently wiped away the mess of slick that had seeped down your thighs. He carefully redressed your exhausted form, sliding you back into your discarded underwear and his t-shirt that was close enough to scoop up from the floor, and tucked you into the covers. You were asleep before he had finished taking care of you.
As you rested, he continued his vigilant watch from before. You stirred an hour or so later. It was still dark, but with almost a hint that sunrise would be creeping to the edges of the windows soon. He moved to your side again, this time with water, which he pressed to your lips, helping you to set up so you could drink. You began to gulp it down, but slowed when he tried to soothe you and urged you to slow your intake.
When you were nearly done downing the glass, your eyes opened briefly, but catching Bucky’s wary gaze on you, you shut them again. Not before Bucky saw the flash of anguish, however. You scooted away and turned your back, pulling your knees up and burying your head in your arms.
Bucky wanted to reach out and touch you, but settled for softly uttering your name, trying to coax you to look at him.
You refused, consumed with shame and horror.
Your throat was thick with a different kind of agony. 
That episode of pain and innate need had ended, but this? 
This was a new hell you would have to endure. 
“Bucky, I’m sorry, and I know I owe you my life and probably all of my sanity, but please, please go. Please leave me be and don’t put me through the humiliation right now of being here only because you were resigned to helping me despite hating me. I’ll have to bear that forever, but please, just… please at least leave me to myself until we get out of here.”
He was silent for a moment.
“Fuck, I don’t hate you – I never truly hated you,” he said. It was quiet, but perfectly audible in the silence of the pre-dawn.
You raised your head tentatively.
He took a deep breath and continued. “I only kept it up to save face since I drove you to despise me and was too proud to turn it around.”
You were truly overwhelmed. You wanted to say something but had no idea how to respond to that admission, especially when you were already wrung out to the very edges of your emotional state.
“I’ve respected you for a long time now.” Bucky broke the silence.
“You have?”
“Probably more than respected you, if I’m being honest.”
You were still exhausted despite having slept for the past few hours, but you pushed your mind to think… you started to reconsider the thaw from hostility to civility, that he argued with you in group settings less, how everything had become less grudging. But you knew you’d put up your own protective walls to shield you from his scrutiny because it had hurt too much to have been spurned by him when you’d reached out to try and forge that relationship with him after Steve left initially. 
And so much of tonight had been a feverish haze, but you had small pieces that were stained into your memory, some of which were him and things you couldn’t categorize as the actions of anything less than someone who cared. 
“How do you feel about me?” you ventured. 
The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a few long moments.
“I don’t know that I can explain it all yet – I don’t think I know the words for it, but… let me show you? No chemicals, just us, see what’s really here?” He reached out a tentative hand to cover one of yours.
You nodded.
You let him move in.
You let him kiss you.
You let him lay you down beneath him again, and this time you sunk into each other. 
You cried again, but this time from the immense emotion. You could feel it rolling off of him and pouring into you, a balm starting to fill in the anguished pieces of your soul. Your spent bodies pushed through any tiredness and desperately moved together again, relentlessly motivated this time to slake the emotional hunger growing between you. Touches that explored, that carved into memory, that expressed. 
This time when you were both only finished by exhaustion, you curled into each other and slept, feeling the beginnings of solace and true peace, a turning of the tide, and maybe the acknowledgement that emotions that had run so deeply between you two were only felt so strongly because you truly valued the other even from the beginning.
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toxicanonymity · 10 months
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can we have another sex pollen fic 🫣🫣🫣
picks up after Lazaretto where you were precautionarily quarantined together and subjected to a treatment that had a sex pollen effect on Joel 🥵. Check content settings if you can't see that one.
Lazaretto: Horny reader
1k / Joel x horny!f!reader
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Warnings: Horny reader pressures Joel for sex as he struggles with guilt / fear. Jacking off. unsafe P in V sex. Prev story (referenced) was noncon. Unedited.
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After Joel is seized by the fog and ferally pounds you, y’all still have another 24 hours in the tent together nearly nude before they’ll let you go. It's a long time to spend with someone in these circumstances. Long enough for you to recover and need more.
He’s traumatized by the experience, overwhelmed by guilt. You reassure him it felt good, as if he didn’t already know you came on his cock, but that doesn’t make him feel any better. He's torturing himself. He’s still feeling the fog, too, even though it’s faded.
He has a hard dick, but by now he’s regained enough control to restrain himself. He’s too ashamed to even relieve himself in front of you. Too ashamed or too afraid of what he might do. You spend most of the day pretending to nap so he can periodically jack off unembarrassed. He grunts and sighs as quietly as he can. You don't want him to know you notice, but it's the hottest thing you've ever heard, and the fact that he’s trying to be quiet only makes it hotter. The squish of his skin and his stifled sounds of pleasure have you starving for his cock.
You wish he’d just fuck you again. You’ve offered. You’ve asked. You’ve borderline begged. You want it that bad. You’re stuck in a tent, horny as hell, with Joel and his hard cock. What’s more, you’re aware of what he can do with it, and every few hours you have to hear him fucking his fist instead of your needy cunt. Your ass is sore, but your pussy wants more. The hornier you get, the more you lose patience. Finally, you’ve had enough and pretend to “wake up.” When you sit up on the cot and face him, he’s cowering on the floor pressing the heel of his palm into his aching member, with his eyes swollen from tears.
“I need something,” you say. “Anything.” You slip your hand under your gown and start touching yourself.
“Can’t give it to ya, sweetheart. It ain’t right,” he says for at least the third time today.
“No, Joel. God, I’m sick of hearing that.” You don’t stop touching yourself. "What ain’t right is you not giving me a choice right now. Gimme the choice you couldn’t give me earlier.”
He doesn’t know how to respond to that.
“Get over here and lie down on the cot,” you tell him, your voice more gentle than the words. “Let me take what I need," you add.
He rubs his temples with the thumb and ring finger of one expansive hand. He shakes his head, then looks at the ceiling of the tent. A few seconds later, he hesitantly stands up with a groan like his whole body hurts. You avert your gaze from the considerable tent in his gown as he makes his way to the cot trying to hide it.
Joel lays down on the cot and says, "You don't have to do this. You really shouldn't." You feel a little bad for him, but you do have to do this. Your body needs it. In your mind, it will benefit you both. "I don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart. Get me started, I dunno if I can stop."
"Relax, Joel." You get on top of him and pull up his gown, your breath hitching at the sight of his commanding cock. You take your own gown off entirely, hoping the sight of your tits helps him get on board with this. You watch his face darken as you position yourself on top of him and both his hands come gently to your breasts.
"Fuck," he breathes as he palms your nipples with his tired eyes nearly closed. You notch the angry tip of his cock at your weeping cunt and he shudders "Ohh, God," pinching his eyes shut. His hands slide down to your hips then he opens his eyes again. As you begin to sink onto him, he pulls you down hard and lifts his hips, sheathing his stiff member in your warmth. He grunts and you sigh as you're impaled on his rock-hard length.
"Fuck, you feel good," he winces.
You lean forward and tilt yourself to press your most sensitive place against his pubic bone, softly cushioned by hair. You begin to move your hips, grinding against him and giving him space to rail in and out of you. His thick cock is hurried along by your ample slick each time he impales you. His eyes water, swollen and sensitive from his earlier tears, and his rough hands grip your ass harder. He kneads your cheeks and you wince in pain each time they spread.
Joel grunts and sighs as he buries his length in you. Your knees squeeze his broad torso as your clit begins to twitch. His face is overtaken by the inner animal again and he begins to rail you mercilessly, pulling you down harder each time he thrusts up into you. You lift up his gown and slide it up his torso, then rest your hands on his pecs for leverage. The sight of his scars and light chest hair make you weak and his firm pecs under your palms make you twitch more. You push your ass down and back as he fucks up into you.
You lower your torso against his, slipping your hands under his arms and resting them on the cot. With the added contact, you’re close to the brink. He plunges his thick cock into you for another minute, your walls gripping him each time he fills you up. You teeter on the edge of your climax, then he grunts loudly and pleasure seizes you, from your clit spreading inward, strangling his cock as you sigh. His nipples harden against your breasts and he shudders then explodes inside you with a long, low sigh.
You stay on his cock and he reaches down to the ground to pick up the blanket. He covers your bodies and you fall asleep with him inside you. Finally you both get some much-needed rest.
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touyaspeach · 1 year
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If you are still doing the tropes thing, can you please do nr. 9 with Belphegor from Obey Me?
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Belphegor x GN Reader - Sex Pollen
Tw; dubcon due to sex pollen, somnophilia mention but not described, slight coercion.
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He knew what he was doing when he took you to the carnivorous botanical gardens. After all, why else would he be caught dead somewhere so boring? They're just plants, when it comes down to it. Some of them lure their victims in with dazzling displays of bright colors, some entice others with an enriching aroma, and some promise an eternity of bliss. An eternity at least as long as you survive, that is. And what better way than to get the object of his desires hot and bothered for him?
Don't worry, he'll take good care of you. The staff have anticipated such things. There are hotel rooms on site for such things.
And, surely, you'd forgive him for this when you're cumming so hard your cute little mind is going blank, right?
Not that you can even think to be mad, your body hot and needy after being hit with the aphrodisiacal pollen. Immediately slumping against him, running your hands along his body, dp8ng your best impression of one of those boring plants you loved so much.
No, you were far more interesting than a plant. You looked so beautiful with your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving and your pretty mouth lulled open.
Belphie gently slapped the head of his cock against your tongue, making you keen, before pushing inside your mouth. He groaned at how amazing you felt and slowly rolled his hips, "breathe through your nose while I fuck your cute little face," he demanded. You were in little position to stop him even if you wanted to, which you didn't.
You took him like this for a while, drinking down his sweet cum when he gave it, and only begging for him to finally fuck you after he'd returned the favor.
His cock is fat, heavy, and stretched you deliciously when he pushed inside. Finally a reprieve from the way your body ached for him. He fucked you slowly, too slowly, just to watch you squirm. Just to hear you crying out for more - music to his ears. He'd listen to your sweet sounds on repeat if he could in hell's most sadistic lullaby.
His hot tongue loved along your neck, up your jaw, to part your lips as he finally let himself go. Horns curled from his dark hair and his great tail wrapped around one of your legs to position you better. He'd have held your hands down, too, but you were already gripping the headboard with such fervor he decided to let you have it.
Over and over he bullied his cock against your sweet spot, head kissing the deepest parts of you, daring to turn painful but the pollen kept you from any pain. Everything was coated in delicious ecstasy and thicker than syrup as it slowly edged you to your climax.
And then another.
And then another.
And on the last one, Belphie came with you. Harder, this time, deeper inside. Gush after gush of hot, thick seed which dribbled out around the base of him and pooled beneath you.
Belphegor - demon though he is - still had manners. Still took care of you after by way of drawing a hot relaxing bath for you both. Making sure you had plenty of water to drink and pain relief in case of lingering soreness.
And, just in case, a bottle of lube. You know, if you were still under any lasting effects. Or if you decided to wake him up with a surprise.
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Harley Quinn -  A Very Problematic Valentine’s Day Special - Coming February 9th
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absurdthirst · 2 years
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Deseos Profundos (Deep Desires) MasterList
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Sex pollen! Being trapped in the file room has a very pleasurable result when you discover the files seized from a raid are coating in some new drug. 
Deseos Profundos
Deseos Admitidos 
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buckyhoney · 2 years
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About sex pólen, I think Frank would be a bit wary at first before doing anything until you are whimperingly begging him to fuck you because you can't take it anymore and just need him to make you forget your own name
he sees just how needy you are when he walks in on you humping your pillow and just whining and begging for him to fuck you. when he finally does, you're clawing at his back and crying into his shoulder. "i know, baby, i know" he's groaning, feeling you clenching around him. "let it out- fuck- cum as many times as much as you need too"
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Helloooooo friend ❤️
For your 500 celebration, I am requesting a non vampire monster fucking fic with any Pedro Boy of your choosing 🙏🏼
(maybe something w tentacles maybe? not required tho whatever you want man love you)
General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.
Specific Warnings: Dubcon/noncon, phereomones, tentacles, bondage, mind-fuck, alien sex, alient tentacles, Mind break (if you squint), unprotectred PiV (WRAP IT UP) , anal, DP, sex talk. Let me know if I missed anything!
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Taungsdays, am I right?
“Cyar’ika.” A far away voice calls to you but you can’t seem to make it out, the word means something to you. It’s a precious word, but you just don’t remember why.
“Cyar’ika, please. Wake up.” The voice is clearer now, you know it, but it’s weird, not quite right. It’s clearer than you’ve ever heard it, but who? Whose voice is that calling so sweetly to you in the darkness?
Then you hear your name, crystal clear, uninhibited by a modulator, and you squeeze your eyes closed. It’s Din, your Din, your Riduur. But something is wrong, his helmet is off.
“Din?” You try, but your voice comes out in a rasp as you realise how dry your mouth is.
“Praise the Maker, you’re alive.” Din’s unmodulated voice sounds strained, like he’s in pain. You try and move your limbs but you can’t. Panic sets in and you whimper as you keep your eyes shut, you will not breach Din’s creed, not for something as trivial as fear.
Feel for him, feel his energy.
You think to yourself, meditating on the thought, of the essence of your beloved. He’s close, so close, yet there is something else, something writhing in the space between you. You flex your fingers, opening and closing them rhythmically as you try and get some blood flowing through your body. You’re restrained by your ankles and wrists, suspended somehow.
“Din, what’s going on? Where’s your helmet?”
“It was taken, Cyar’ika, look at me.” Din cries out in pain, and the terror that grips your heart forces your eyes open. Your heart catches in your throat as you see him, naked, strung up by maroon vines. They writhe and squirm over his body, coiled around his neck, sliding over his tan skin. You look down to see his cock, erect and weeping as a thick vine slides over his tip, pulling his foreskin back. Din grunts, his beautiful face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and anger.
You feel anguish and hatred deep in your core as you realise you’ve just seen his face for the first time, and dank farrik is he beautiful. The facial hair you had only ever felt in the dark confines of his cot is patchy, but well kept, a strong moustache framing his top lip. His angular nose hooking slightly, and you remember how it feels to have it pressed into your hair as he wraps himself around you.
“Din.” You sob, tears streaming down your face as you meet his sorrowful eyes; deep dark pools of liquid caf, an apology written across them as his grief mirrors your own. This was not how this moment was supposed to play out, you were waiting for the right time. But it’s all wrong, ruined. A precious memory taken from you before it had chance to bloom.
“It’s ok Mesh’la, it’s not your fault.” His tone is soft, none of his usual curt, practiced stoicism. It’s the voice he uses when he makes love to you in the pitch black in his bed. The one for when your bodies wound so tightly it’s hard to know where you stop and he begins.
“What’s happening?” You ask as you look down to see yourself similarly restrained, the thick maroon vines tight around your wrists and ankles. You realise that you were wrong before in your assessment, they aren’t vines, they’re tentacles. They throb occasionally and you feel bile rising in your throat at the idea of being so vulnerable hits you.
“We’ve been ensnared by something, took us both by surprise. It’s been, ah, touching me since I woke a short while ago.”
As if on cue, the tentacles restraining you slither across your skin, hot and wet it almost feels good but you force the intrusive thought out of your mind. A long, bulbous-headed tentacle winds into view and you hear Din shout something but it’s drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. The tentacle peels open like a grotesque flower and a puff of silver powder spits into your face.
You splutter as the powder coats your skin, flows through your sinuses and sticks to your windpipe. It’s like being suffocated, the taste of bitter fruit and the smell of Spice drowning you as the tentacle recedes.
“What was that?”
“My guess? An aphrodisiac, they dosed me earlier and I’ve been stiffer than Beskar since.”
“Kriff, what are these things?”
You feel a stir of arousal wash through you and as a pair of tentacles snake up to your breasts, you want to feel disgusted, angry even. But the moment they curl around your stiff, pebbled nipples you cry out in pleasure.
“Din, I’m sorry.” You whimper as the slick, hot, swirling sensation reminds you of Din’s lips. It makes you imagine him on top of you, kneeling between your spread thighs in the dark, worshiping your body with his mouth and hands.
“It’s ok Cyar’ika, I feel it too.” Din’s voice is thick with strain as you watch a pair of tentacles work over Din’s thick length, another rolling over his tight balls. You’re jealous, jealous that it’s not you making him writhe against his restraints.
“Thinking of you, of us.”
“Let’s work through this together, talk to me Cyar’ika, let me know what you’re thinking about.”
“Thinking about how your mouth feels on my breasts, when you take my nipple in your mouth and suck, just right, like that.” You mewl as the tentacle seems to react to your words. It hardens and pinches at your stiff peak and you cry out, mouth agape as you feel slick drip down your legs.
“Yeah? Good, I’m thinking about that smart little mouth of yours, sucking my cock, cradling my balls, fuck, yes,” He groans your name and you whine at the sensation of a tentacle sliding between your legs. The length of it sliding through your slick folds as you twitch at the way it prods at your clit.
“Din, wish I could kiss you.”
“Me too Cyare, me too, just want to feel you, the real you.”
Then something changes in the atmosphere, a vibration ripples through your mind and you feel something sentient brush against your consciousness. You meet Din’s gaze and judging by the look on his face, he felt it too.
“Wait, these tentacles, I’ve seen something like this before.” You think aloud as you try and wrack your brain for information.
Before you can formulate a thought you feel another thrum of energy ripple through the air and the tentacles restraining you loosen and flex, bringing you together before letting go completely. You sob and fall into Din’s strong arms, he pulls you against him with a soft huff. His scent envelops you as your bodies press together desperately.
You feel a tentacle press against the base of your skull before a sharp pinprick of pain on your hairline. Suddenly a consciousness bleeds into your own and you see through the eyes of the creature, watching you and Din embrace, both with tentacles hinged to your spines.
“Din?”
“I’m here, I see it too.”
There’s a feeling ebbing and flowing through your minds, you can hear Din’s thoughts and you feel heat warm your cheeks as you feel like you’re intruding. Then you feel it, his consciousness poking back at yours, asking for entry, and you realise Din must have let you in. Your shame doused, you feel something stir deep in your chest.
You submit to his request and it’s like cold fire burning behind your eyelids, licking at your mind but not burning.
Then you both feel it, the pulsating intent of the creature as it gazes upon you and you think you finally understand what is happening.
“It’s a Marian,” You say without speaking, your thoughts bleeding across the psychic barrier between you, “Sometimes called a Bors.”
“They don’t usually uh, accost people like this though, right?”
“No, this is something strange, and I didn’t think Marian’s existed outside their home world.” Your mind wanders through the soup of three shared minds, wading through the freedom of being joined in such an intimate manner.
“Are you getting the same feeling I am?” Din asks as you absently leave open mouthed kisses against his chest, hands snaking up to dig your nails into the firm muscles of his back.
“It wants to fuck us, but wants us to fuck?”
“Mhm, you want that Cyare? Because I’m happy to go along with it if you are.”
“I don’t think we have much of a choice Din.” You huff as Din grinds his hips against you, his hard dick pressed into your stomach.
“No, but I’d much rather this be my choice, our choice, wouldn’t you?” He tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. Your chest flutters with emotion as you let yourself gaze upon his face once again. This time there is no tug of shame, no sorrow. There is only joy, euphoria as you watch his cheeks dimple as he smiles down at you.
“Yes, I would, kiss me.” You reach up to cup din’s face with your hands, pulling him down into you as your lips fuse together.
Your mouth opens without prompt as you let him claim your mouth, his tongue hot and heavy as he licks into you. It’s as if you’d never kissed before, every synapse firing at full yolk as you groan into his mouth.
Din hoists you up like you’re featherlight and you wrap your legs around his waist as you thread your fingers through his hair. You tug lightly, causing Din to growl into your open mouth before nipping at your bottom lip. You yelp in pleasure laced with pain as he drops to his knees on the soft jungle floor, laying you down as he settles between your legs.
Tentacles wind around you both and you watch as they latch onto your nipples, curling around the stiff peaks as they pull and tug against them. You watch as a tentacle slides over Din’s body, nestling between his firm, pert ass cheeks. He shudders as the hot, sticky wetness teasing his tight asshole.
“This is new.” He grunts as he lines up at your core as you keep your hands on his face, savouring every moment of his exposed face.
“If you like it, we can try it out ourselves.” You wink at him as you feel a tentacle swirling around your own ass. Din has fucked your ass before so this wasn’t as daunting for you. You feel it breach your hole and you groan as Din follows suit, his cock stretching you out as you let out a strangled moan. You’re so full and you feel Din shake as he tenses up.
“Hey, Din, you’ve gotta relax,” You croon as you pull him down, your foreheads pressed together, you press a soft his to his lips as you rub your thumbs across his cheeks, “Focus on me, let go, fuck me baby, it’s alright.”
“Cyare, I’m sorry I can’t hold back.”
“It’s ok, use me, fill me up and make me scream Din.” You beg, already feeling your mind fogging over with bliss as you’re filled up and a tentacle comes to toy with your clit, the suction blinding as you pull Din down to kiss you as he lets out an animalistic snarl; his teeth clashing with yours as he fucks down into you with a fervour saved for nights where you’re blindfolded and bound to the side of the cargo hold, completely at his mercy.
“I love you Din, love it when you let go like this.” You breathe as you pull away, watching as his pupils dilate, his mouth open and hot breath fanning across your cheeks.
“Kar'taylir darasuum, Cyare.” He grunts as his face drops to your neck, his strong arms pushing your legs up against your chest. His broad palms anchored on the backs of your knees as he fucks deeper inside you. You cry out as the tentacle in your ass matches his pace. His teeth graze your skin before sucking against your sweat-soaked skin.
“Fuck it’s so deep.” Din grunts as his grip tightens on your legs, fucking harder and faster as you watch the tentacle inside him pulse and move in sync with all of your bodies. It’s all consuming, your mind and body unable to parse anything but the feeling of you all entwined.
“Din,” You whimper as your body trembles violently, “Going to come.”
“Come for me Cyare, let me feel you choke my cock.” He grunts, as you feel his hips stuttering as he nears his own release.
The pressure on your clit doubles and you are left mouth agape as your nipples are twisted and lapped at and the tentacle in your ass ripples rhythmically. You lace your hands through Din’s hair once more as you press your forehead to his, your mind going blank as you feel yourself coming hard around Din’s cock.
“Din.” You practically scream as he comes inside your pussy, the tentacle spurts into your ass, and you feel Din shudder as you know his ass is now filled with Mairan come much like your own. Din flops down on top of you, practically crushing you as you wrap yourself around him with all of your limbs.
The tentacles recede into the rainforest around you and the sound of nocturnal birds and insects chorus around you as the ethereal silence is broken.
“Are you ok?” Din breathes into your neck as you both pant heavily.
“Surprisingly, yeah, that was, something else.” You giggle and trace shapes over his bare back.
“That’s one way to put it.” He chuckles into your ear as he nips your lobe tenderly.
That’s when the fatigue hits you, Din falls forwards abruptly, forcing the air out of your lungs but before you can fight back you’re out cold.
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The sound of the air recyclers wakes you slowly, a familiar, mundane sound that you usually tune out. You jolt upright and assess your surroundings, you’re back on the Gauntlet, in the co-pilot’s chair. You’re fully clothed and you look over to see Din, fully clad in Beskar, seemingly still asleep. You look out of the Transparisteel cockpit to see the rainforest outside, exactly where you had landed before you got ambushed.
Din wakes with a jolt and immediately springs to his feet, drawing his blaster in a swift motion as his visor scours his surroundings before landing firmly on you.
“Din?”
“Cyare?”
You throw yourself against his Beskar breastplate, ignoring the sting of the harsh metal on your skin. Din wraps his arms around you in a crushing embrace but you don’t care. All you care about is that you were together.
“So that wasn’t just a dream then?” Din’s modulated voice is a strange comfort after the events of your tentacle encounter.
“No, are you ok?” You ask, not daring to pull away from Din, you can’t bear being parted for him for even a minute.
“Yeah, was actually pretty liberating,” He chuckles as he rests the chin of his helmet on your head, “What about you?”
“I’m strangely ok, for unintended sexual encounters that was the best of them.”
“And ours isn’t the top of that list?”
“Din, you may have been oblivious to my very obvious advances on you, but I definitely intended to fuck you that night on Corellia.”
“Good point.” Din admits with a hum that rumbles though your chest.
There’s a comfortable silence for some time, the two of you swaying to a silent melody as the light bleeds through the night sky. There’s something unspoken, a deeper connection left as a remnant of the psychic connection with the Mairan which excites you and makes your chest flutter.
“So, that offer, about trying the uh, butt stuff, ourselves, is that still on the table?” Din asks as he lets out a nervous laugh. You lean back, only enough to look up into his visor, pinning his body to yours as you try to discern if he was joking or not.
“I meant what I said.”
“Good, I’ll hold you to that.” Din lets out a soft huff of air as he pulls you back against him. The Beskar is now warm from your body heat and you lean into it.
“But din?”
“Hmm?”
“We need to get some lube.”
He growls affectionately and hoists you over his shoulder before heading towards the crew quarters. You kick and scream with abandon as you feign a struggle against his firm grip.
You smile to yourself as you try and process the bizarre turn of events.
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𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 ⋆ steve harrington x reader
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summary: after getting split from your friends, you and enemy Steve encounter new plant life in the upside down. wonder what it could be?
tags: frenemies to fwb to ??, sex pollen upside down smut with no plot, unprotected sex, rough sex, squirting, brief throatfucking, no aftercare
tw: sex pollen, dubcon
minors dni 18+ below cut
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All you could hear was the thick flap of leathery wings beating around you, and the thump of your sneakers hitting concrete as you tried outrunning the colony of demobats that had found you and your friends.
Your lungs ached for air as you ran, one hand held above your face for protection while the other was gripped tightly in Steve’s as he pulled you behind him, trying to find the closest point of shelter in the short time you both had.
During the midst of the chase, Eddie, Nancy, and Robin got separated from you. Since then, you and Steve clutched to one another tightly to prevent further losses, thick worry creeping into the dark pits of your minds, partially for your own safety, but mostly for your friends.
“There!” you heard Steve shout, and then felt a heavy tug on your hand as Steve flung you inside in front of him before slamming the door behind him. He rested his back against the heavy door, spreading his arms to serve as a barricade while the demobats bashed against the wooden frame, over and over and over.
You tripped over your feet as you flew inside, and landed on the wooden floors of the entryway, narrowly missing the cluster of tendrils spread across the hardwood. Both of you heaved as you tried to catch your breath, taking a moment to let the hammering of your hearts settle.
“Did you have to throw me on the ground?” you complained through deep gasps, glowering at the wood grain below you as you propped yourself up with your knees and hands. The skin stung where you impacted.
He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “a ‘thank you for saving us’ would’ve worked” he grumbled sarcastically, ear pressed against the door as he listened to the creatures, taking a moment to cool the burn in his throat.
You scoffed at him, dusting yourself off as you hauled your body from the dirty floor. Now that you had a moment to glance around, you noticed the room was filled with thick black vines curling around the deserted entry way, and twisting up and across the walls. Neither of you attempted to move from your spots, eyes meeting one another’s, panic starting to brim as you noticed your surroundings. This isn’t any better.
“Suffocation by tentacles or snack pack for the demobats?” Steve offered, trying to lighten the mood as tension creeped through your necks. 
You’d never tell him, but you appreciated it. As much as you could, when it came to Steve.
“You take both and I’ll take the opportunity to get out of here.” you smiled sweetly at him. Steve would serve as a worthy distraction.
“Jeez, forgot who I was with,” he groaned. He moved on, starting to tiptoed from the door, trying to make his way further into the strange house, “you would make me the sacrificial lamb. I grabbed the wrong person.” he mumbled the last part, pausing his advancement to examine you, eyes filled with regret while weighing his mishaps. 
Your face dropped, not because of what Steve said, but because of the brief mention of the others. That same worried feeling starting to gnaw at your edges again, “do you think they’re okay?” you asked, teasing tone now replaced with an unusual gentleness, one Steve very rarely heard.
The sourness in his face morphed into something softer, sweeter, you couldn’t exactly pinpoint it. He just nodded, letting his eyes drop from your face before continuing his expansion into the house. 
“They slipped inside the Powell’s a little ways up,” he spoke over his shoulder as you followed closely behind him through the narrow hallway, copying his exact footsteps to prevent accidentally alerting the creepy Upside Down hive mind, before he stopped abruptly before the first closed door.
Somehow you ended face first into his back with a sharp inhale of surprise. 
“Steve!”
Your arms wrapped around the front of his torso tightly as you held him flush against your front, hoping to stop him from bumping into the door in front of him from your impact. 
His body was hardened, stiff as it pressed into your soft, pliable one. You both stood motionless, seemingly unaffected from the crash, as far as the vines go, anyways. 
“Watch where you’re going,” he gritted between his teeth, pinching between his brows harshly as you held onto him.
“Don’t just stop like that!” you retorted, face muffled against the denim of his vest. How could he be blaming you?
“Just..don’t move.” he gave up, knowing an argument would not help the current predicament. 
Mine, hers, mine, hers.
He noted the alternating pattern of your feet against each other, noticing how both sets were a centimeter off from skimming the surrounding vines.
With one hand, he reinforced the hold you had around him, hoping to keep you steady so your feet didn’t slide as he leaned forward to the door, reaching his other hand around the doorknob and pushing in.
The door opened slowly with an eerie creek, the silver glow of the street lights spilling through the window into the dark room. It was mostly clear, no thick vines invading the space of the bedroom.
Steve let out a breath of relief. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
“This looks safe. We can wait the bats out then meet up with the rest of them.”
As much as Steve frustrated you, you were a little glad you were with him. Despite hating him all throughout high school, he was smart with this stuff, and good under pressure. With him by your side, you knew you’d all make it out of here okay. It brought a small peace to your mind.
Entering the room only proved your point further, as there was no ichor, or thick black tendrils invading the space. The only residue of The Upside Down tainting it were the usual dark particles, as well as some thinner vines, adorned with dainty black flowers, growing across the walls. They were pretty, and seemed easy enough to avoid. 
You and Steve rotated around the room, taking in the posters on the wall, toying with the scattered knickknacks and mixtapes spread across the strange room. Whoever’s it was, they seemed to be around your and Steve’s age. You couldn’t help but wonder if you knew them.
But keepsakes could only keep your attention for so long before the silence turned awkward, and boredom overtook you. Maybe waiting alone with Steve really is as bad as it sounds.  You sighed audibly, moving onto the strange flowers decorating the wall.
As you got closer, the petals flickered, as if they could sense you. They threatened to push out, as if about to blossom.
“Wh- don’t touch those.” Steve chastised you like a child, pointing accusingly as you got closer to the blooms.
“No kids and I’m somehow still the babysitter.” he whined to himself, “I would’ve had better chances with Dustin.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes at him, “oh poor Stevie.” you feigned with false empathy before turning your back to him, attention back to the flowers. You brought a pinky finger up, and as if it could feel your aura, the petals fluttered and pulsed around the proximity. You were slow with your movements, being careful to not touch any of the petals, until suddenly, a large hand clasped your shoulder.
The unexpected contact startled you, causing your pinky to accidentally nudge the specimen. Shit.
Suddenly a puff of black particles blasted from the pistil, a dark ooze following behind it, dripping down the now opened blossoms of the flower.
You coughed, and coughed, and coughed as the fine particles invaded your eyes, nostrils, and throat with a thick burn. Steve pulled you back from the spill in a hurry, unsure what to do.
“What the fuck, Steve!” you shrieked, eyes clasped closed, tears spilling from the sides as you rubbed furiously at them, further smearing the black pounce across your face.
“What a safe fucking room!” you added in frustration, panic coating your voice as the sting spread.
“Don’t blame me! I was trying to get you away from it!” The panic in his voice matches yours as he wrapped one hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in front of him. He brought the ends of his vest up with his other hand, using the rough material to wipe the black dust off your face. He was gentle, tracing it softly over the creases of your nose and the bottom of your lips. 
Soft cries left your lips as Steve wiped it clean, the denim agitating the burn more. 
“Almost done..” he whispered encouragingly, his thumb moving in a comforting circle at the front of your neck. As the granular spray spread further into the room, he could start to feel the burn as well, his eyes beginning to water. He cleared his throat, “there.”
You both sat there, unmoving and in pain. Until finally, the burning started to subside to a dull pulse. You peaked one eye open at Steve, who was already looking at you, “I think that helped.” you admitted before opening your other eye, “thanks..” 
“Sure.”
He took a step back, dropping his hand from your neck.
And immediately, the burn returned. Only this time it was at your neck, where Steve had just let go.
You instinctively reached for Steve, sucking in the air between your teeth, holding onto the ends of his vest as you tried not to cry out for the growing sting, “fuck, was it on your hands?” you winced up at him as he wrapped his fingers around both your wrists as you held the fabric, shaking his head.
“No, no, they’re clean. Look!” he brought his hands up, still clasping your wrists as he showed you his hands, free from any charcoal.
Just as fast as it returned, the pain subsided again. You took another deep breath in relief before shaking your head, “it’s gone.” you confirmed, before you both let go of one another.
And again, the burn returned. This time hotter as it crawled around your wrists, matching where Steve’s fingers were just wrapped.
He could also feel it, the pain starting at the tips of his fingers as it outstretched into his palms.
“What the..” he muttered, staring down at his hands.
You reached out for him again, one hand on each side of his neck, your fingers cooling the growing heat of his skin.
Gone. 
It clicked.
“Steve, it’s when we touch…” you whispered towards him. 
A part of you felt morose, normally the thought of touching any part of Steve disgusted you, but there was this small nagging at the back of your mind, one you didn’t want to think about, but it continued to bully its way through.
Thoughts about his solid back pressing into your front at the door, thoughts of the way his thumb caressed the front of your neck so softly as he wiped your face clean, thoughts of how you wanted to touch him, wanted to run your hands down the bare of his chest, like it was an instinct.
The images caused a bolt of excitement in your throat, and it traveled lower down your chest into your belly, until finally it shocked right at your core, and you let out a soft gasp.
“y’okay?” Steve huffed, drawing your attention from your thoughts to the man in front of you. Your fingertips could feel him gulp as it traveled down his neck, his skin warming as if he had a fever.
Your eyes melted into his as you met his gaze. It was different, you were used to his usual golden brown eyes that always held a bite of distaste whenever they met yours, but this time  they looked darker, almost hungry. And hot.
He looked like you felt, and that caused another pang to ignite, shocking with enough force you had to bite your lip.
“Steve,” your voice was a whisper, “I don’t feel right.”
His eyes never left your lips, watching as the plush skin moved against one another. He could feel your soft breath brush against his skin, he could smell the soft mint from your toothpaste, almost as if his senses were stronger. He closed his eyes in relief, the slightest touch from you cooling his searing skin. He’d turn to ash without you.
“Sit?” he offered, voice husky as he reached to grab your hips, intentions to move you to the bed.
You nodded, but neither of you moved. 
You wanted to, but it’s as if your body was being piloted by something other than yourself as your feet stayed planted in their place.
Steve opened his eyes at the lack of movement from either of you, meeting eyes through thick lashes.
A beat of nothingness.
And then you were both pulling one another into each other, crashing your lips against his, or his against yours, neither sure which one took the plunge first.
There was no sweetness, or hesitance in the kiss as your lips moved sloppily against his, your tastes intertwining between spit and shared breaths. You wanted more, wanted to taste and feel the rawness of him. 
His hands wandered over the expanse of your back, moving up towards your neck before they slid down to your bum, giving a harsh squeeze to the fat of each cheek, spreading them as much as he could through the fabric.
There was relief that accompanied the touching, and the kissing. All pain turned into something more pleasurable, something that warmed the core of your stomachs, but it wasn’t enough.
“I want you, Steve, please.” you begged as you felt his rough touch, grinding your front against his.
His hands held your ass tight as he pushed you back towards the bed, “yeah, okay, fine.” he breathed, head empty of thoughts, unsure why he was giving in so easily. All he knew was he wanted you too, and now.
His lips moved up and down your neck, leaving kisses and bruises as he suckled from the underside of your ear to the point of your shoulder 
You felt the sturdiness of the mattress behind your knees, so you fell back, arms around Steve as you brought him with you.
In the back of your mind, you knew this was wrong, but the thoughts were buried as you felt Steve’s hardened cock thrust against your clothed core.
“I’m sorry.” he moaned against you, dry humping into you like a dog in heat, “I can’t stop myself.” he gritted, already breathing heavily as he felt up and down your body.
The friction was tantalizing, you already felt an orgasm budding from the heightened senses, from the burning of every single nerve.
“I don’t want you to.” you admitted, helping him out by grinding yourself into his shoves.
Your fingers were unsteady with anticipation, fumbling with the button of your jeans between Steve’s body before finally it came undone. As soon as the small button was free, Steve grabbed the tops of your jeans and panties, pulling them both off in one sweep. 
A soft gasp left you at the force, and the sensation of the cool air hitting the hot wetness seeping from your heat. It felt heightened, the heat of his breath against you, the softest graze of his fingers, everything burning the tips of your nerves.
Steve dropped to his knees as soon you were bare, eyes set on the sweet cunt in front of him. He gripped your calf, smelling your skin as he dragged his face up the smooth skin before  resting his nose at the crease between your thigh and mound.
He drew a shameless sniff, trying to inhale as much of you as he could. He could smell the sweet hints of your favorite lotion mixed with the fresh remnants of your shower gel, and underneath it all was a soft, sweet, savory smell, that was naturally you. 
That smell caused an insatiable hunger to brew inside him, his cock hardening more as it pressed up against the side of the bed, “god that smell,” he growled, leaving opened mouthed kisses to the area, relishing the salty taste of your skin.
You sat in anticipation, thigh muscles tightening as you waited, whimpering for relief to your core, but Steve was taking too long, busy admiring the dribble starting to seep from your tight hole. 
As if your body was acting on your own, your hips bucked up, grazing your folds across the side of his face. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassment with the trail of wetness your cunt left on him, too desperate for friction.
It was all the encouragement he needed. He turned his head, shoving his face into your pussy, lapping the juices from your hole before dragging his tongue further into your folds, trying to taste every crevice before circling your bud.
The silence of the room was filled with your whimpers and moans as he tasted you, holding your legs apart as you squirmed from his nose brushing against your clit as the warm muscle moved inside you, shoving in and out of your hole.
The thought of Steve Harrington tongue fucking you sent you over the edge, your heightened senses sending a shuddering orgasm through your body. You could feel it move down your shoulders into your cunt as Steve drank the nectar spilling from you.
“Look at you..” he chided, “sweet girl cumming from the mouth she hates so much.” 
The pain in his cock was unbearable. Hearing your moans and pants as he went down on you enlarging him more and more. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“I need to be inside you baby,” he grunted as he pulled you to the end of the bed, your ass nearly hanging off the end, “I can’t wait any longer.” he leaned
his body against yours, pressing opened mouthed kisses to your neck, asking permission with his kisses.
Knowing he needed you made the burn more intense, you needed him too. 
You nudge his face with yours, making him look you in your eyes, “take whatever you want Steve.” you stared at him between your lashes as you snaked your arms down to the top of his jeans, helping him unbutton his pants before he slid them to his ankles.
And he did. He pumped his cock once, twice, thumbing the weeping fluid from his tip before lining up with your hole. Without any warning, he shoved his thick girth into you, sheathing himself fully inside your warm hole.
It stung in the best way possible, you couldn’t help but moan out loud from the stretch of your hole. 
He only paused for a moment before dropping his elbows by the sides of your face, leaning his weight against them as he pumped long thrusts into you, grunting as his cock slid in and out of your warm pussy. 
You felt so full, and the warmth of his grunts tickling the inside of your ears only heightened the building feeling of your second orgasm. 
“I’m gonna cum.” you whined, gripping below his bum as you tried to push him deeper inside you. You wanted to feel him in your stomach.
“Not yet,” he breathed, his strength out matching yours as he pulled his dick from you, “I want to play with your pretty little hole a little longer.”
You clenched around nothing as he climbed ontop the bed on his knees, straddling your body. You missed the feeling of being filled, whining at the loss.
He shushed you and grabbed the back of your neck, holding your head up before using the head of his cock to drag down your bottom lip, “be a good girl and open up for me.” 
The praise from Steve had you keening, something that has never happened before. You opened your mouth happily, tongue out, wanting to show him how good you could be for him.
“I like you like this.” he continued, before shoving his cock deep into your throat.
You gagged at the intrusion, not expecting your mouth to be so filled so fast. He was big. 
You tried to breathe through it, gagging harder as he thrusted in once, twice, a third time. Your eyes watered, snot leaking from your nose, spit spilling from the sides of your mouth. 
“Messy girl.” he chided through a moan, continuing to bully his cock down your throat with harsh thrusts, no mercy as he bruised your larynx.
Your pussy watered at the abuse, enjoying the way he used you for his own pleasure, not caring if it was too much for you. 
After a moment of bruising thrusts, he slid his cock from your mouth, giving you a short moment to catch your breath before he shoved his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, pressing his fingers against your tongue, making it impossible to swallow any of the dribble spilling from the sides of your mouth. 
He used your jaw as a grip as he slid back off the bed, lining himself up again before he thrusted into you, in, out, in, out. They were heavy, harsh, thrusts, your lungs barely getting a breath as he slammed his cock inside of you. He was like an animal, feral for the feeling of your spongey insides clenching around his thick cock. 
It was overwhelming, the feeling of him gagging you with his fingers while he slammed into your little cunt.
Another wave hit you, so strong not even Steve could stop your orgasm from forming this time. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as a spray of wetness spurted around Steve’s cock, he continued to bully his dick into you through the orgasm, splashing the squirt everywhere.
“Dirty girl, squirting on my cock,” he was breathless, you splashing around his shaft, soaking his curly brown pubes sent him over the edge. His thrusts became erratic as he jackhammered into you, hitting his release. 
You could feel the spurts of warm cum inside of you, and as he coated your insides, there was an instant relief from the life threatening arousal brought from the strange flower, his cum cooling down all the misery and the burning desires as he slid his softening cock in and out of you slowly, the mixed cum squelching around it.
He sat inside you for a second, then two, as you both settled down, your heads finally clearing, finally feeling like you were in control again. He slid his softening cock from you, both of you hissing at the loss of contact and overstimulation.
There was another beat of nothingness as you both breathed heavily, laying side by side, trying to catch your breath for the second time this night. 
With the overpowering arousal gone, and both of you feeling relieved from whatever ailed you previously, it turned awkward fast.
You knew Steve hated you, but never in a million years did you think he’d fuck you like he hated you. 
You sat up abruptly as clarity overtook you, thighs twitching from the abuse in between your legs.
“We can’t speak of this ever again.” 
Steve sat up next to you, both of your half clothed bodies pressed side by side. Awkward.
“Ever.” he agreed.
As you both got up, there was a sound from the entryway, like a door opening a closing, 
before a voice called your names.
Robin.
Your eyes widened, both of you half haphazardly throwing your clothes back on, avoiding eye contact, trying to hide yourself from the other as you got dressed, as if all decency wasn’t thrown from the window when he was pumping his cum inside of you.
After a quick pat of your hair, and a half-assed attempt to clean your running mascara, you both made your out 
The two of you looked terrible and disheveled, but you were attacked by demobats. Surely, they wouldn’t know. They couldn’t know.
All the incriminating evidence was hidden, your wetness on his cock hidden on the inside of his boxers, smearing against the fabric, while his leaking cum was held safely against your folds by your stained panties.
Keepsakes. 
Steve cleared his throat, glancing at the rest of the party as you finally met up, “all clear?” 
Nancy nodded, “yeah, for uh, a while. We came looking for you two.” 
She was hesitant in the way she spoke, glancing at Eddie and Robin besides her with an unsure look after taking in your appearances. 
“We should probably go then, I’ve had enough of the upside down today.” you piped up, shoving your way through the welcome party and out the door. 
Steve followed behind, trying to keep a respectful distance to not look suspicious.
There was a brief moment as the trio watched you two make your way down the driveway, an uncertainty settling between them.
Eddie glanced over at the two girls, “So they totally fucked, right?” 
Nancy pursed her lips, furrowing her eyebrows, while Robin bared her teeth with a nod, “Totally.” 
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Billy Butcher Masterlist
Summary: When Billy Butcher receives a flower, he doesn’t really understand why or what to do with it. Something seems off with the plant, but when Butcher understands, it’s too late. And there’s only one person he can call for help.
Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader
Rating: 18+
Warning: Dubcon due to the sex pollen (even if everyone is okay with it, I'm still puting the warning), smut, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, attempted murder, swearing, mention of past violent trauma, toxic plant, being high on a flower
Word Count: 2840
Square: sex pollen for @anyfandomdarkbingo​​
A/n: This fic was requested by @strife4life​ that requested Billy Butcher with the square sex pollen! Hope you like it!
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It was only a flower, for fuck sake.
Since when does people need to be warry of a fucking flower?
Of course, when that lovely lady gave him the flower, at first Butcher had been confused. Then, he tried to refuse the present, but the person was gone. What could the flower do? It was a sweet gesture, and no one ever gave him a flower before. It was pretty, delicate, and it smelled so good. 
As Butcher walked back to the Boys’ headquarters, he brought the flower closer to his nose and smelled it tentatively.
It smelled like...
At first, the flower reminded him of Becca. When they were together, she kept talking about the garden she wanted where she would grow vegetables. Mostly to force him to eat them because only eating junk food and meat was bad somehow. 
“Why not flowers, heh?” He had said then, trying to make her forget about the veggies’ diet. The smile that then stretched her lips meant two things. She knew he was trying to change the subject on purpose to avoid any green food. And growing flowers was already in her plans.
The flower reminded him of her, at first. But when he smelled it, it didn’t remind him of Becca. 
It reminded him of Y/n.
Y/n that joined the Boys because of Frenchie. In one of his missions with Kimiko, they found her. Kneeling in the blood of the one that just got killed by the fucking supes, holding in her arms what was left of her husband. At first, Frenchie and Kimiko didn’t want to bring her to Butcher, telling her some shit about that life being even bloodier. That her anger would only turn her into a monster if she kept feeding it with the need of revenge. But she didn’t listen to them and joined the Boys.
Y/n was everything but Becca. So much anger and rage was boiling in her veins, her desire for revenge and payback probably as strong as Butcher. And it shouldn’t turn him on, to see someone filled with the anger caused by the loss of people she cared about. But there was something in that rage that felt just so… Familiar. Like someone finally understood all the mess he was feeling. Of course, the rest of the Boys also had their own tragic backstory and anger on their own.
But her… She was… She was just… Y/n. 
The flower smelled just like her, and it should have ring a bell. Red flag. Alarm should have gone out in his head. But it smelled good, like she was standing right in front of him, and he felt at peace, so Butcher kept on smelling the flower until he was inside the headquarters. Even inside, he kept the flower in his hand. Even when he sat down on the couch, he continued scenting it, and the more he did, the closer he seemed to get to her.
The closer he seemed… To… His head was spinning, or maybe it was the surroundings. Not like Butcher was looking anywhere else than the flower, his gaze was focused on the plant. That, or he closed his eyes and pictured her, sitting on his lap, grinding his crotch and getting off on just that… 
Butcher snapped his eyes open in a second of lucidity.
Something was wrong. 
Detaching his eyes from the flower was so hard, like his eyes would pop out of his skull if he even tried, but he managed to look around. The place… was so blurry, like he was underwater. And when Butcher tried to stop breathing in the scent of the flower, he found himself unable to.
Glancing down, he avoided the sight of the plant to look at himself. Nausea filled his senses when he saw the ground move, just like he was on a boat and the ocean was filled with big waves moving him all around. He felt sick. Sick if he stopped looking at the flower. Sick just thinking about not breathing it.
Sick if he didn’t do something about the fucking boner he now had.
“What the fuck,” Butcher managed to say, slapping himself hard on the cheek. It seemed to help, so he did it again, and again, until he was awake enough to take his phone and dial her number.
“What do you want?”
Hearing her voice was the same as heroin. His body was possessed with a surge of energy, of high, and he groaned. Butcher just couldn’t help it, he felt so… So high… High with that fucking flower… Flower he was still holding and smelling like a fucking drug addict…
“Need… Help…”
It was the only thing he could say before the phone dropped to the floor.
-
“Butcher? Hey, Butcher! It’s better not be a fucking prank, or I swear to god-”
The moment you received the call, you knew something was wrong.
When Butcher stopped talking, stopped answering his calls, flashbacks of what happened to your husband came back like a punch in your guts. Red filled your sight, his blood painting the walls. The blood you were scared to see when you would find Butcher.
After tracking his phone, you found where Butcher was, so you left everything behind and rushed to him.
“Butcher?” You called again, walking in the huge place, trying to find the bearded man.
“Ugh…”
A groan alerted you, and immediately, you had your gun drawn out and were walking towards the noise. Another groan followed the first and then you finally found Butcher. 
“The fuck happened?!” You rushed to the man laying on the floor, still making sure there was no one else in here. Perhaps some supes found the place and tried to kill him? “Butcher!” You put your hand on his shoulder to turn him towards you, but the moment you touched him, the world took a turn and you were on your back, pinned by a heavy, burning mass. “The fuck!” You yelled, tried to push him away, hell, fire your gun on him if you still had it in your hand, but you dropped it when he pinned you on the floor. “Fuck off!”
“Y/n…” Butcher sighed, and you stopped struggling. That wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. He would never… “Help… Please… Flower…”
Butcher wasn’t making a fucking sense and you tried once again to push him away. Maybe it was a supe with the shapeshifting ability that took his place and now wanted to kill you. He would strangle you to death, or take his gun and put a bullet in your head and then-
Hands didn’t touch your throat, but something else did. As his beard brushed against the sensitive skin of your throat, you froze, feeling his nose and then breath on you. Harsh, hard and fast. Butcher was breathing so hard, it was like oxygen couldn’t enter his lungs properly.
If this was the shapeshifter technique to kill you, it was weird as shit.
“Let me go!” You struggled again, and by trying to avoid more touch of his body, you turned your head to the side. That was when you saw it.
Motionless on the floor, it had white petals and a very bright yellow center. And you just knew if you were an inch closer to the plant, its pollen would drive you crazy with the smell of someone you desired more than anything, slowly killing you unless you bang them. And the only reason you knew all that was because you worked on those. You basically created that shit.
Back when you were working for the enemy. Before the incident that had your husband killed, before you decided fuck Vought and that you would destroy that company and burn it to the ground.
“Please… Y/n…” Butcher sighed your name and snuggled his head into the crook of your neck to take a deep breath. Immediately, a shiver ran through his body and he moaned softly.
“Butcher,” you swallowed, knowing very well what would happen if he didn’t immediately get what he needed. And somehow, the person he desired was you. Luckily it wasn’t someone that was dead, then he would be fucked up. “It’s the flower. It has a pollen that boost your sex drive and kills you unless you fuck-”
“Fuck,” he repeated, his body growing heavier on yours. You couldn’t know for sure about his consent, not in the state he was in. At least, you had the confirmation Butcher wanted to bang you for some time now, or else, the flower wouldn’t be that effective.
This was your mess. You had to do something about it. It was to save him. It was to save him from something you created. You had to keep that in mind, he wanted you. 
And fuck did you always wanted him too.
“I’m gonna help you, okay?” You put your hands on his shoulders, trying to make him step back, at least to go somewhere more comfortable. But the situation took a whole other turn as Butcher manhandled you to put you on your stomach. Now that he had your consent, he could do whatever he wanted and let go of his inner desires. 
At least, it seemed he still had some of his consciousness.
On your stomach, you couldn’t see anything, but oh boy could you feel it. 
The material of your jeans being ripped off of your body, like it was nothing as Butcher rushed to remove your pants.
His impatient and needy grunts, his breathing fast and uneven as he destroyed your clothes until he got access to what he needed. What he craved. What would save him.
By the time Butcher freed your cunt, you were also a dripping mess. Glancing at the flower, you made sure it was still far enough from you, one of the two had to keep their head clean until it was done. 
The plant was still at the same spot. And you felt remotely in control of your body and mind.
Too focused on the cursed flower, you were surprised to feel something else than a cock on your intimacy. Rough hand pushed your cheeks apart and you gasped, feeling something wet and warm between your folds. Glancing back, you met black eyes filled with lust as Butcher was licking you up completely, moaning at the taste of your juice on his tongue. And fuck, was the sight beautiful, seeing how fast his beard started glistening with your juice and his spit…
As suddenly as he started, Butcher stopped. A simple, pathetic and needy moan slipped out of your mouth and you bit your lip, trying to at least some kind of dignity out of this.
But it was too late. Butcher heard you.
It was so fast, all you could do was fucking moan and try to remember how to breathe.
His length was already inside you completely, filling you up so much it knocked the air out of your lungs. God, you didn’t have the chance to see his cock, but just feeling how good it filled and stretched you… You knew it was big. Big and so hard and burning…
Butcher didn’t wait before he started moving, and you could understand why. You weren’t even affected by the flower and yet you felt the uncontrolable need to be fucked and to cum. Your body wanted his touch, your cunt wanted his cock. You couldn’t even imagine how bad it had to be for him.
“Fuck… Fuck…” You moaned, your nails scratching the floor every time he bottomed out. His pace was merciless, giving you no time to do anything but moan and try to breathe, and it felt so good, him fucking you into the ground, like you were just some cheap whore he would pay 40 bucks to have an hour with… 
Just him using you with no other purpose than getting his release, being no one but a hole and a body to own and use.
It felt good. Because as he fucked you hard and fast, you didn’t think about all the things that made you hate yourself. You didn’t think about anything. Your mind was blank, empty, only your body mattered as Butcher fucked your brain stupid.
You lost count of how many times Butcher made you cum.
At first, he fucked you from behind on the floor.
Then, between two orgasms, you managed to climb on the couch, where he doggy style fucked you again. 
The more you came, the more he seemed to regain control of his body, because next thing, you were riding him as he was now sitting on the couch and he was slapping your ass, groaning things about how much of a fucking slut you were.
Butcher seemed to have endless stamina. Or it was the flower. In any case, you completely didn’t fucking care. It felt so good, you were in sweats, even if you were now both completely naked. You didn’t even know when the clothes got lost, who removed what, or what got destroyed. All you knew and cared about was his cock buried inside of you, and how good it made you feel.
“Fuck, Y/n, wanted to fill your cunt since the first day…”
It was the first complete sentence he was saying.
“Wanted you to fuck me since the first time I saw you,” you answered, still jumping on his cock. You were slower, your body quickly losing its remaining amount of energy and strength.
“Still got some for a last one, luv?” Butcher groaned, his hand already between your legs, his fingers stroking your bundle of nerves at a quick pace. Breathing was already hard, but now, it stopped completely as your body got seized with overstimulation’s shivers, Butcher easily forcing another orgasm out of you. You cried out as it was almost painful by now, and finally, the roar reached your ears and you felt it.
His cock was so deep inside of you, you felt the ropes of cums shooting inside of your walls and filling your already full channel. Butcher seemed to cum for seconds and seconds, shaking under you, his arms circling your body and holding you impossibly closer.
Both of you were covered in sweat. Both of you were breathing hard. Both of you were exhausted and overstimulated.
You would have fallen asleep right there and then if it wasn’t for his hand roaming every single inch of your body, like finally, he was awake after a long, endless dream. Like he was discovering you, meeting you for the first time.
“What… Happened,” he said after a few attempts to find back his breath, and remorse started creeping all over you. Fuck. You abused him. Clearly. The flower was your fault, you tried to fix your mess, save him, but ultimately, you abused him- “What did I do to deserve you sitting on my cock, luv?”
“Don’t you…” You started, frowning at his comment. The biggest, most satisfied smirk you ever saw on his face was stretching his lips. “Remember?”
“I remember a flower alright,” he tilted his head to the side, his hands now resting on your waist. “Then, everything was… confused, and I felt high, so high, all I could think about was to sink my cock in your cunt,” he gestured to you, still on his cock.
You never felt more embarrassed in your life. Yeah, that was Butcher, straight to the point.
“Okay so,” You tried changing the subject, tell him what really happened. “The pollen in the flower drugged you and well, kinda my fault, it’s something I worked on back then…” You turned your head away, trying to find your inner strong imperturbable self, but it was too late.
“Figured,” Butcher muttered. “That shit is dangerous and strong as fuck…” He glanced at something behind you, and you didn’t need to turn your head to know it was the said flower. “I think someone tried to kill me by giving me this. Good thing you were there eh. Good thing you worked on it, so you knew how to save me.”
“Yeah,” you said, still feeling bad for what happened. Of course you saved him. But ultimately, it was still all your fault. You tried to get off his lap, but hands put you back where you were. That had the effect of a thrust and you couldn’t help but moan, feeling his cock push the cum out of your abused hole as it sank back in. “Fuck…” You closed your eyes, feeling him so deep inside.
“The pollen wore off,” Butcher muttered. “I’m alright. Now, how about we fuck for the good reason, eh? I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum… Again.”
You tried to deny it. But fuck, you were still high from your previous orgasms, and your body reclaimed more.
The flower and the attempted murder could wait.
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