I Don't Know Why But There Are So Many Ads For Taking Shots Of Olive Oil Like Wtf Just Eat A Multivitamin

i don't know why but there are so many ads for taking shots of olive oil like wtf just eat a multivitamin stop drinking olive syrup out of the bottle like orange juice at 3 am are you okay do you need help blink 3 times i'm scared

lust - poe dameron

Lust - excessive desire for sexual pleasure

fem reader

cw: it's a sex pollen fic so dubcon, but there is an established relationship between poe and reader. overstim (m), lots of Bodily Fluid, masturbation, uhhh it's smut. a lot. (m) fingering, briefly at the end. subdrop? idk Poe gets really upset after. aftercare! yay

You'd begged him to go to the med bay. He'd come home exhausted, but the moment he wrapped you in a hug you knew something was up. His skin was flaming, sweat dripping even in the cold shower. Poe's bright eyes were dull and glassy.

you're sick, you pleaded, trying to push him out the door. But his hands were grabbing at you, mouth mumbling some excuse.

Kissing him, you promised to get some medicine and that you'd be back in a few.

You'd come back to this.

The door was struggling to open. You frowned, slamming your shoulder until the metal durasteel finally relented.

Shouting in surprise, you dropped the bag of supplies.

The bed had been torn to shreds, sheets bunched against the door and pillows strewn everywhere. Your closet had been ransacked, uniform and spare street clothes littering the floor. The shelves were in various stages of destroyed against the wall.

"Poe?" you breathed, stepping inside and letting the door thunk closed behind you. "Baby, wh-"

He was definitely...struggling. On the now bare mattress, he was furiously fisting himself, head crammed so far into a mass of pillows that you feared for his breathing. Muted moans and shouts were forced from his throat. Slick coated his hand and thighs - he'd already finished. Several times, you thought in awe at the amount of release smeared over the bed.

At your voice he writhed, hands leaving his red, aching length to tear at his hair.

"Help," he croaked, eyes shining with tears, "oh, Maker, help me it hurts-" another garbled moan rocked out of him, his hips bucking into the air. You shucked your jacket, worry creasing your brow.

He looked ill. His skin was flushed and clammy, lips cracked and dry. Fever burned along his flesh; you could feel the heat from here.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" You asked, trying to get him to stop moving to feel his forehead. He shook his head rapidly, clawing at your leg.

"need," he whispered hoarsely, rutting against the bed, curls plastered to his face with sweat. "Need it so bad, please." His voice was rough from screaming. You wanted to so badly, could feel your core heating up at the prospect.

But...

"Poe," you whispered gently, stroking his head. He looked at you with desperation, biting back a moan as another gush of cum leaked out of him. He was going to hurt himself.

"I need you to stand up and go take a shower," you said, keeping your voice soft, petting his cheek. "It'll help you feel better."

He cried out and moaned frustratedly, angry that you hadn't bowed to his request. His hand was back on his cock, tugging and squeezing over the ruddy tip. Frustration intensified the lust burning in his head, the sole objective to cum and never stop.

Stripping off your shirt, you slung your arms under his and pulled him off the bed. The previous time he'd spent enthralled in pleasure had weakened his legs considerably. Poe crumpled like a baby deer, groaning as he rubbed against your thigh. Swearing, you made sure he didn't hit his head, bringing his sweaty face to your shoulder.

He moaned with relief, the spiking pleasure singing as your soft skin contacted his hardness. Poe suckled at your neck, bruising and biting with his enthusiasm. He was so hot and everything was on fire with how much he needed you. Nothing but a need for pleasure consumed him, brain running on autopilot.

More more please his rabid mind demanded, scrabbling for purchase on the wall of pleasure in front of him. He thrusted harder against your leg, furiously climbing. close close he was really really almost almost oh-

You pulled away, hushing his angry cry as his climax drifted away. Angry pain rocketed through his spine, making him writhe onto the floor again. Somewhere, dimly, Poe felt the need to hide away, knowing this was wrong. But you were right there and he knew you wanted him, he could smell it but you weren't playing nice-

A cool sensation sent shivers across his sensitive skin. You'd come back with a wet rag, stroking over his face and shoulders. Poe swallowed thickly and reached for you, greedily grabbing at your soft tits. As you tried your best to clean up his mess, he fondled and sucked, eyes awash with lust.

You had to focus. Clean him up, at least, just get him cooler. His skin was so hot it felt like magma. As he moaned against your chest and rabidly humped against the floor, begging for any stimulation, you finally dropped the rag and pulled him against you.

"Careful, careful careful, Poe!" You hissed as he bit hard, thrusting up into you with one fell swoop. Your cunt greedily sucked him in, warm and soft and oh there we go there it is...his lust-drunk mind cooed in relief, slowing his pace for a moment to revel in the delicious fluttering of your walls.

You noticed the shift. His hips were steadier, rolling deep and measured rather than shallow and sloppy. Trying to maintain a semblance of control against the heady feeling of his cock dragging against your pussy, you struggled on top of him.

Poe moaned at the added weight, eyelashes fluttering. Tears were still bubbling in his eyes. His pupils were dark and all-consuming as he watched you bounce on his girth, small grunts of pleasure at every punch into your core. It had been agonizing to use his fist. His wrists were sore and aching, abdomen cramping from how hard he'd curled on himself, desperate to feel relief.

"Easy," you breathed, "easy, don't hurt yourself." He sniffled and hiccupped as your gummy folds squeezed around him, triggering another painfully fast orgasm from his wrecked body. Warmth flooded your cunt and dripped onto the floor, mixing with your own climax.

Poe caught you against his chest, still rocking into your warm center. His breaths were labored, struggling against the mounting need. He couldn't breathe. Need was all that his heart ached for, needing more of you, more more

"More," he mewled, devouring your tongue in a searing kiss, "more please."

You couldn't find it in you to sit up again, so you rocked and rolled against each other, laying on the blissfully cool floor. The punching thrusts of his hips were too much for your already sore clit. You pushed away from him, desperate for a breath of fresh air and a break from his hot skin.

"Hang on, hang on no," he growled, grabbing you close and thrusting upwards. "Just-just wait a sec hnggh..." He came again, scrabbling at the floor to keep from flinging you into the wall. A loud whine tore from his throat, sobbing around the earth-shattering climax. Your sloppiness had leaked everywhere, the rich musk driving him crazy.

He needed it so badly, but any more attention to his overstimulated cock would drive him to insanity. You hushed and soothed, rubbing his back and kissing his blubbering face. Poe cried into your shoulder, unable to stop rucking against the floor. You slid off him, still murmuring comfort into his ear.

It had been hours. You didn't know what to do. It seemed like he was slowing down at least. His balls had been milked dry, nothing but moans spilling as he came. The room was humid and musky, everything thoroughly soiled.

You'd put him in the shower, turning on the cold water in hopes of clearing his mind. It had helped a bit, but he was still pressed against the cold tile, stiff cock throbbing from neglect.

"Help," he hiccupped, brown eyes weeping, "B-baby I don't know what to do ah!" A groove caught on his length and triggered another spasm. You bit your lip, running a hand through his damp hair. He squeezed your soft thighs, muffling his moans against your tummy.

"It'll be gone soon," you whispered, hoping it was true. You couldn't bear to watch this. Poe looked at you wetly, pouting in desperation.

"One more," he pleaded quietly, legs trembling. "Just- ah just a little bit m-more-"

You relented, gently stroking his balls and kissing his forehead. He heaved a sigh of relief, wrapping his legs around your torso. You struggled to stay upright, concentrating on squeezing his last climax out of him.

Accidentally, your forefinger brushed too far underneath. Poe jolted, whimpering into your chest. Curiously, you did it again. He stopped thrusting, muscles locked in anticipation.

"Hhhng," he groaned as you carefully slipped a finger in. Huffing hard, his wild, crazed eyes begged at you to finish. please please please please he screamed mentally, begging your finger to stroke a little to the side please god

The loudest whine you'd ever heard tore out of his mouth as you rubbed along that little button inside, splintering pleasure along his bones until he couldn't see. Colors and sounds and everything blurred into a slurring mess as he writhed in your hold. He gasped for air, teeth shredding against your collarbone.

Hissing, you pried his jaw off of you, slipping a thumb in his mouth instead. Poe accepted it greedily, sucking and moaning as he slowly succumbed to your touch. He thrashed weakly, rocking himself on your heavenly fingers.

You rubbed harder, pressing firmly onto his prostate. With a last cry, Poe thrusted into the wet tiles and came hard. The mess shot onto the ground, trickling white and thick down the fresher drain. Immediately you saw the switch, his eyes clearing and lips going slack.

"Shit," you swore, slipping your fingers from his holes and gathering him against your chest. The hours of overstimulation had finally caught up to him. He writhed away from you, needing reprieve from touch. Everything throbbed with unsurmountable pain, contorting his face in a pitiful mix of pain and desperation.

Stumbling to your feet, you rifled through the remains of the closet until a clean, soft towel appeared. You returned and wrapped it around his shoulders, rubbing the terrycloth over his shaking frame to ground him.

"it's over," you assured him, "all done, no more, you made it. oh, honey," your voice broke as he shuddered away, eyes wild and detached. Incoherent babbling dripped from his slack lips as he fought for clarity against the wall of anxiety now staunch in his head.

You retrieved a glass of water, urging him to sip. He did so slowly, pausing to hiccup and whimper.

"Do you need some space?" You asked quietly, petting his hair away from his eyes. Poe nodded mutely, shaking hands pulling the towel tighter. You nodded, kissing him on the forehead.

While he tried to come back to himself, you began to clean the main room. His bunk was ruined; the sheets were better off in the garbage. Quickly as you could, you stripped them off and disposed of them, as well as any of the pillows and his strewn clothes.

You flipped the mattress to the not-soiled side. Using the linens from your bunk, you redressed his bed and made sure it was comfortable.

Poe was shivering from the cold shower floor. His legs were splayed apart, trying to remove as much stimulation as possible. He reached for you when you returned, boxers and his sleep shorts in hand.

"You need to clean up," you said, coaxing him to stand. He leaned heavily against the wall. Aftershocks tore through his legs. You propped him up against the door, quickly drying any water and cum from his skin. He winced when you reached his cock and you murmured an apology.

The boxers proved to be too tight so he settled for the soft shorts, still moaning into your shoulder while you helped him dress.

"All better now," you said kindly, rubbing his back in circles. Poe stumbled to the bed, mumbling quietly.

He shuddered relief as he lay on the soft blankets; clean, cool sheets like heaven against his skin. You put distance between you with a few pillows, reaching out to play fondly with his hair.

"It's okay," you said, noticing his stricken expression as he took in the bruises and bites littering your skin. "It's okay. Trust me, it's not a big deal. They'll heal."

Tears welled in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he croaked, and you reached over to hug him.

"No, baby, don't cry..."

He sniffled, wiping his cheeks. The dissonance between his aching body and ruined mind was closing with each soothing remark.

"Pollen...or something, I dunno," he explained weakly. You nodded in understanding, still wiping his tears.

"We'll chat tomorrow. Sleep, love."

Poe mumbled weakly and snuggled closer, curls rubbing softly into your hand.

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here's some moon knight art i dont think i ever posted here. enjoy some of the boys

yes ok!

Okay so I should be absolutely locked up in jail for this, but...

A few days ago I saw that gif of Tinkerbell where she gets, well, not spanked, but yeah... spanked and stardust(?) and stuff is falling out of her.

And then my horny ass mind twisted it to a what if...

So what if Marc Spector, Grumpy Fist Of Vengeance meets a sassy fairy who absolutely gets on his nerves on one of his missions? She has a sparkly golden skin, and when Marc pushes her away roughly (what a brute) he notices that stardust is kinda explodes(?) or falls (?) out of the spot? And he's like "interesting 😏".

Cut to him fucking her brains out roughly and teasing her for "having sex pollen that bewitched him" (he knows it's not that) and with every thrust of his hips, the stardust is coming out of her and it falls on everything around them, even on Marc's skin and imagine how delicious his muscles would look sparkling 🫠

Anyway, time to go to horny jail.

is it normal as a fanfic author to suddenly gain perspective on what you write.

like.

I feel so bad for the actors I write about. I don't know why I treat them that way. i feel like I should stop? but also

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