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lust - poe dameron

Lust - excessive desire for sexual pleasure

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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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Heart-Shaped Box 💟 3

Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: Yay! Bucky’s going crazy and we’re all getting the benefits,eh! This chapter is smutty but also, I hope, tense, so let’s get on the crazy train! Choo choo, thots. Hope you enjoy.

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You finally stopped bleeding but little else changed. The basement felt smaller with each day. You woke up in your cage, washed, dressed, and sat on the love seat against the wall and read; or worried; or pretended to watch whatever DVD you’d slid carelessly into the player.

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Sorcerer!Nanami x Sorcerer!Reader

While fighting a curse you're hit with an aphrodisiac. Nanami comes to your rescue but the effect doesn't wear off after he exorcises the curse, uh oh! [ao3]

cw: dubcon (aphrodisiac), brief tentacle-y curse, hurt/comfort

wc: 2897

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You could do missions like this in your sleep. It was just bad luck, really. Nanami had reluctantly agreed to split up with you after you convinced him things would be much faster this way. And besides, you could handle yourself, you thought. Famous last words, and all that... 

The curse had been hidden in the attic, its bulbous eyes glowing faintly in the musty dark. It surprised you, wrapping a long limb around your ankle before you could muster the cursed energy to defend yourself. You managed to cut off the appendage with a sword thrust, but the place where it had touched your skin burned cold. A tingling feeling crept up your leg. 

You turned back to it furiously, cursed energy flickering to life in the palm of your hand. But before you could advance, your leg went numb with a jolt. You hit the ground hard, dead weight from the waist down. It must have some sort of paralyzing defense mechanism, one that was steadily creeping up one side of your body. 

Four more dexterous limbs shot from the darkness, clamping around your wrists and ankles. You cried out as they pulled taut, lifting you helplessly off the ground. 

“Fucking hell. One of these perverted ass curses…”

As you writhed, the appendage curled tighter around your wrists, shifting to hold both above your head in one tentacle-like grasp. The newly freed one snaked its way along your jaw, pulsing steadily forward despite your attempts to jerk away. 

Your skin crawled at the contact, a vaguely wet invasion of cool flesh. It pressed against your lips, seeking entrance. You snapped your teeth, trying to keep it out, but it flattened itself to slip past your clamped jaw. The moment it got through, lolling fat and heavy on your tongue, something clicked off in your head. Your defenses melted away, replaced with an overwhelming need. 

A trickle of slick oozed slowly between your legs, your cunt suddenly clenching around nothing. A far-off, faint voice in your head begged you to resist, that the curse was using some sort of aphrodisiac to lower your defenses, but the voice faded into silence with a tender caress from the tentacle in your mouth.

You hung limply, eyes half-lidded as your awareness narrowed to each point of contact between the curse and your body. You needed to feel more of it- wanted it so badly you ached. The curse complied, its wide eyes still blinking from the dark corners of the attic as its appendages opened you up, spread and suspended in the center of the room. 

Self-preservation fled your body, and your desperate writhing slowed to a stop. The curse’s tentacles slunk down your arms and legs, tugging roughly at your uniform. The sound of ripping fabric seemed very far away. 

A fire was steadily building in your gut, licking outward until your whole body cried out for release. You needed an orgasm more than you needed escape, needed air, needed…

Nanami.

The sorcerer appeared in the room like a vengeful god, rage twisting his chiseled features as he spotted you. He swung his blunt sword into the body of the curse where it hid, effortlessly ripping it apart with his ratio technique. He didn’t wait to see if the blow had landed, of course it did, he was Nanami, before running for you with a shout of your name. 

Exorcised, the curse dissolved in a slow crawl, wet limbs becoming black char, then emptiness. The curl of slick muscle around your ankles and wrists disappeared and dropped you hard to the wooden floor. You gasped and choked as the tentacle that had been probing your mouth followed them. 

Nanami was at your side in seconds, his practiced hands checking for injury. You were too far gone to notice the way he trembled in relief as he found none. He shrugged off his jacket and slipped it over your shoulders, studiously keeping his eyes averted from your shredded uniform. 

With the curse’s invasive touch ripped away, you were left even needier, the aphrodisiac burning through your system. You whined high in your throat, blown pupils locked on the sorcerer leaning over you with such concern. His shoulders heaved with exertion, stretching his tight blue dress shirt. You wanted to sink your teeth into the leather of his harness, a suddenly ferocious urge that hurt.

You surged up on your knees, clinging to the bottom of his jacket. Your mind was blank except for the thought of getting him between your legs, using him to fill the impossible void in you. “Nanami.” You panted. “Nanami, fuck me. Plea-hah-please. Please fuck me…”

Nanami pried your fingers off his suit, looking down in horror at your dazed, needy expression. “You- I- what?” He bent down and grabbed your face in his hands, searching for your sanity. His voice was sharp with worry. “Did that thing hurt you?”

You shook your head quickly, frustrated that he was talking instead of shoving you down and filling you. Your legs shook as your cunt spasmed, aching, wet, and so painfully empty. “Not hurt. Just,” you shifted in his jacket to swipe two fingers between your folds, searching for a hint of relief. “Just wanna, need to- fuck I need to cum so fucking bad-” 

Nanami staggered, blindsided by your begging. He quickly realized that the curse had done something to you, hadn’t just overpowered you by brute strength. The sorcerer swore under his breath. He had to fix this. He couldn’t linger on how close he was to your exposed skin, the way your blush slunk down your neck to the top of your chest, maybe even lower…couldn’t take advantage of you like this, no matter how many times he had wondered exactly what you looked like naked. What you sounded like under him. The blonde bit his lip hard, swallowing his want. 

He knelt down next to you and pulled you into his side, rubbing your back a little roughly as he tried to soothe you. “Listen to me. You’re under the influence of something, a residual part of the curse. You don’t know what you’re saying.”  You tried to squirm tighter against him, your hands scrabbling for any part of him you could grab and yank closer. Nanami was gentle as he caught your wrists, folding your clutching fingers into his palm. 

“Mmmngh please Nanami, need it so bad…” you whined. “Need-hah- need you so fuckin’ bad…” He swallowed hard and the twitch of muscles in his neck made your mouth fall open. 

Heat rushed through his body when he saw you pressed against him like that, glossy lips parted, skin bare under his jacket, your chest heaving with little panting breaths. He felt his cock jump in his slacks and hated himself for it. “Please, you have to listen to me.” His voice cracked. “I’ll help you, get you back to campus, Shoko will know-”

You caught him by the tie and dragged his mouth to yours, crashing into him sloppily. Your tongue lolled against his lips, desperate to taste him, to get inside. Nanami’s eyes blew wide, then fluttered shut as he reached for the back of your head and held you to himself. You felt the rigid planes of his body relax, his lips impossibly soft, kissing you back almost lovingly- before he snapped back in control. 

You felt like crying as he tore away from you. “What the fuck, come back, can’t-ah-” Your need was a black hole and you were falling into it, torn apart, spaghettified. “Please help me, please, won’t make it back to-” you shuddered and fell back, head rolling.

That brought him back, corded arms supporting your neck and knees as he lowered you to the ground. When you met his gaze through the swirling fog of your arousal, it felt like an electric shock. “Kento,” you murmured, drooling a little down the side of your chin.

Goddamn it, why did you have to use his first name? He wiped away your drool with the back of his hand, brushed your hair off your forehead. He dragged one hand down his face as he sat down heavily beside you. “Does it hurt? What you’re feeling?”

To your credit, you tried to rally your two remaining braincells to answer him. You cast your focus down your body, trying to name the raw ache that was pulsing in you. “Not exactly p-pain…” you grimaced, pressing your thighs together and lifting your hips, trying to escape the pressure. “A little, maybe? I just-hah- just need. Need more than anything. Can’t- can’t breathe for it.” The incoherent explanation was all you could offer him, unsure yourself if you needed to be fucked, to cum, or just to ride out the ravaging desire.

You tried again to cum against your own fingers, slipping in the sopping wet of yourself when you reached down. Hot tears pricked at your eyes when it wasn’t enough, hardly a bucket on the inferno even when you squelched three fingers in. “God damn it!”

Nanami was staring, frozen, as you fingered yourself. His sharp cheekbones and the tips of his ears were stained a dark red. He groaned softly as you dragged your fingers out, his own fingers twitching to hold you when you arched your back and cried out in frustration. It hurt to see you like this, hurt even more to not be able to fix it.

“What can I do?” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, steeling himself to an impossible task. “Tell me what you need, please.” His voice was ragged, frayed at the edges, but he couldn’t keep watching as you suffered like this.

You pressed your hand to your mouth to muffle the scream that a new wave of lust ripped from you. The anxious tilt of his head, the tick of the muscles in his clenched jaw, the way his broad hands reached for you, they felt like blows to the chest. And it hurt so good. 

“Kento, please. I’m begging you. Please fuck me- mmmnghhh-” you moaned into your hand, arousal seeping down your thighs, puddling on the edge of the jacket you still wore.

He sucked in a slow breath and pushed aside the jacket to reveal your body underneath. His first, slightly hysterical thought: you really did blush all the way down. You bucked your hips up under his gaze, silently begging him to come closer. He placed a tentative hand on your hip but jerked back when the tiny action made you moan as if he was bottomed out in you. Sweat beaded at his hairline and rolled down his back. Almost unconsciously he whispered, “This isn’t how I imagined our first time.” 

It wasn’t how you had imagined it either, and you had imagined it plenty, but the part of you that might’ve cared about that was long gone. You grabbed Nanami’s hand and pressed it against your aching pussy, slicking him in your juices. You hissed through clenched teeth, “Need it now Kento,” and yanked him closer again by his leopard-print tie. 

He seemed to understand you that time and shook his head as if making a decision. “This is just to help you, okay? I can’t- don’t know what else to do. I’ll buy you dinner, later, take you out for real. Earn it.” He shifted to free his throbbing cock from his slacks as he made the promise, not sure if you were even hearing him.

Nanami lined himself up with your soaked cunt, sliding his swollen head along your folds. Your arousal collected on the tip, and he stroked himself hard a few times, coating his shaft in your wetness as a makeshift lube. He always had been methodical. He planted his hands on either side of you, caging you in as you writhed underneath him, needing more more MORE. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, biting his full bottom lip. True, you weren’t exactly yourself right now, but he wasn’t going to take chances. Wanted to be sure that this was the best he could do for you, right now.

“God yes, wan’ you so bad Kento,” you slurred, lifting your hips to meet him. “Need you to…hah- fuck this outta me…”

He bent down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, sliding inside you at the same time. You shrieked at the relief of fullness, finally, every twitch of his cock and brush of his lips amplified by the aphrodisiac. It felt like you were being broken apart and put back together, your body rebuilt to fit his length perfectly. You instinctually locked your legs around his back, earning a huff of surprise from the blonde as he was bent over you and pushed deeper. 

“Are you okay?” He groaned into your hair, dragging himself out ever so slightly before rocking back in all the way.

You clutched at his neck in response, running your fingers frantically over the sharpness of his undercut. The closeness of him was overwhelming you, your senses heightened by the curse. You could smell his aftershave and the vague vanilla of his cologne, taste the green tea he had had with breakfast, the metal and salt of his fear-sweat from thinking he could lose you to the curse. You sucked it all in like air. His hands anchored you to the ground as you bucked and squirmed against him, trying to fuck yourself on his cock when he didn’t keep moving. 

The dim haze of your mind worked out that he was waiting for a response still, noticed the twist of his lips and wide, worried eyes behind the glasses. “Y-yes, I’m good,” you panted, still clawing at him. “For fuck’s sake, don’t-ughh- stop! Need more!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Nanami snapped his hips into you, gripping the softness at your waist to drag you up and down on his cock. He didn’t usually start like this, fuck, never would’ve gotten here so fast, but you all but growled at him if he tried to take it slow or make any sort of love to you. So he fucked you. Faster, harder, obeying your whimpered commands like the gentleman he was. 

His long fingers found your clit and rolled it hard, drawing you up and up into the orgasm that had drowned everything else out. He stroked you like he had done it hundreds of times, understanding your body implicitly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your straining neck. He kept up his punishing rhythm as he worked your clit, his thick cock stretching you deliciously, reaching places inside you that had never been touched. The fire inside you reached its peak, and you thought for a terrifying moment that you’d combust right there, burning up underneath him. Somehow, you went up and over the blaze, coming undone with a howl that was lost in the expanse of his chest as he held you close. 

You sobbed his name, and it was that, after all the roughness of your coupling, that pushed Kento into his own orgasm. Ever the gentleman, he slipped out of you when he felt his release closing in and came with a broken groan into his fist. Hot spurts of cum spilled from between his fingers, and he stroked your hair desperately with the other hand, his lips at your neck. 

Dimly, he realized that you were still wearing his jacket around your shaking shoulders, and he trembled. Fucking hell.

You blinked up at him, coming back to yourself, the aphrodisiac’s fire mercifully quenched. You still felt high on the afterglow of your orgasm, but the realization of the things you said and the way you acted fell into a pit in your stomach. You remembered what Nanami had said about your first time, and the pit grew spikes. “Oh, Kento…” 

Nanami looked at you with such relief when your voice sounded like you again, and your heart melted. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking your breath away. “Oh god, it worked! Are, are you alright? God, I’m so sorry.” His lip trembled and he tried to steady himself, looking at you with glassy eyes.

“I’m okay, Kento. Really, I am. And don’t apologize,” you hid your face against him. “Thank you.”

His broad shoulders shook, his harness creaking with the effort. It took a moment before you realized that he was crying. “Kento? I’m okay, I swear.” You pulled away to cup his face, lifting his glasses to thumb away the tears pooling on his long lashes. “I needed you and- I’m the one that should be sorry. I told us to split up,” your voice broke as you started to cry too, and you curled up against him.

You and Nanami held each other tight as the adrenaline wept out of your systems. He hiccuped as his crying softened, and the unexpected sound from the stoic man, somehow stranger than his tears, broke the tension. The two of you laughed, the sound like sunlight breaking through clouds. You used your fingers to shape his hair back into his signature part, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You leaned back just enough to smile crookedly at him. “I think you said something about taking me to dinner…?”

Yesss, I fricken love fanfic tropes. One of the perks of being a Ko-fi subscriber of the podcast is getting to vote on and suggest content for eps. So a poll was set up in the Discord server and the group of us chose Sex Pollen/Curse and Fuck or Die! Two of my faves! Between us, we recommended Wincest, het, femmeslash, and multiples for Kasey and Sandra to check out.

My recs were Wincest, natch, and I wanted to share them here as well. They're all Sam/Dean and Explicit, but word counts vary and tags should always be heeded.

Enjoy, and don't forget to listen to the episode! 🫶

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For You to Me are the Only One by flowerofnettles

Nothing Between by WhoopsOK (@ohwhoopsok)

the constant vow by deadlybride (@zmediaoutlet)

The Luckenbooth Brooch by HelloStarlingFics (@hello-starlingfics)

One I didn't specifically recommend for this ep (since it was recced in the recent FvF: Hygiene ep) but will always recommend for both of these tropes is:

Alcohol and a Can-Do Attitude by BlindSwandive (@blindswandive)

Fantastic authors, the lot of them. I encourage you to check out their archives, as they all have other works to explore, including more of my faves.

As always, please remember to kudos and comment. That's an important part of the fic reading process, and, I can personally attest, immensely gratifying for the author. It will only take a moment compared to the time spent crafting the story you've just enjoyed, so please, do the thing. 💐💖

New Episode Alert

Help, we might have found a new thing to start. More than 2 episodes makes it a series right? Well, here's the new episode in the new Tags & Tropes Series

It’s another Tags and Tropes episode where Sandra and Kasey focus on a category or aspect of fanfiction they may or may not have delved into before. The tag up for discussion is Sex Pollen/Curse and its fic cousin Fuck or Die. (Episodes always come with an explicit content rating but be aware this is definitely an NSFW listen.)

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Kinktober Day 3 - Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen

Billy Butcher x you Contents: pwp, fem!reader x Billy Butcher (The Boys), 18+ MDNI, there's only one bed (!!) W/C: 2.2k So I've read a lot of sex pollen fics, normally Mando ones actually, and then this idea got stuck in my head so yeah, here it is! It's a little longer but my next two are a lot shorter, so this is to make up for it. Anyway, hope someone out there is as obsessed with Billy Butcher as I am! Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” You could’ve shouted at the receptionist, hands balling by your sides.

“Sorry, just the one room left tonight.”

“We’ll take it.” Billy replied, shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“You can’t be serious…”

“How much do I owe you, darling?”

He ignored your complaints the whole way to the room as well, your bag slung over his shoulder. He unlocked the door, swinging it open and laughed heartily.

“What?” You pushed him aside, to see… one bed. For fucks sake.

“No getting away from me now, sweetheart…”

You’d just gotten out of the shower when you heard a deathly silence come over the room next to you. That was unlike him. He’d had the TV blasting since you’d been in the bathroom, and now it was silent. Something wasn’t right.

You wrapped your towel around yourself and peeked your head around the door. He was standing, his leather coat abandoned on the bed, head cocked as he looked towards the window. He turned his head when he heard you, pressing a finger to his lips and creeping closer. It was cracked open, a soft evening breeze causing the curtains to billow, but you couldn't hear anything else. You opened your mouth, about to ask him what was going on when a figure moved into frame.

“Fuck, cover your mouth!” Billy shouted, backing away, but it was too late. The figure raised their lips to the window, and a baby pink smoke filled the room before you could even react to it. It left you coughing, doubled over as you waited for it to clear. When it finally did, your head was hazy, as though you had literally put on rose tinted glasses and smoked a joint. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it meant that it took longer than you normally would've to figure out what just happened.

“Cupid…” you muttered, cursing lightly under your breath and moving to close the window. She was the Supe you had been tracking for the last few days, with the ability to produce a powerful aphrodisiac that was nearly incapacitating to whoever it affected. Not exactly the best superpower, although it felt pretty fucking awful right about now. Billy had perched on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. “But why would she…”

“To distract us, to throw us off…”

“That makes no sense, we’ve already stopped for the night.”

“Didn’t you do your research, darling? It can last a full day, even two.”

“Fuck!” You were pacing now, trying to ignore the fog that was lowering over your mind. “Well, lets go after her! She can’t have gotten far.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m not in any way to drive. Plus, you’re only in a towel.” You looked down, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

“Ok… ok I guess we just have to ride it out and hope it doesn't last too long… what?” You had looked up to see him gazing at you, pupils dilated, a dark expression on his face. His eyes were tracing your body, and you hadn’t realised until that point how short the towel actually was, your legs on display for him, droplets of water from the shower still clinging to you. “Billy!”

“Fucking hell, love, I’m sorry, but we just got blasted with some kind of sex potion so you can forgive me…”

“Just… go and have a shower or something. Maybe a wank, clear your head.”

“Sure thing, boss. Wanna watch?”

“Fuck right off.”

He had been in the shower for a while now, and you were starting to struggle. When you had agreed to go with him on this Supe hunt, you never thought this was the situation you would end up in - trapped in a hotel room, only one bed, with Billy Butcher, after a maniac just filled the room with a potent aphrodisiac. And you were really starting to feel it. Every single nerve ending in your body felt like live wires, and you were so turned on it was painful, squirming on the bed as your core physically ached with lack of attention. You had managed to get changed into a t-shirt and shorts, but you still felt too warm. You were halfway through tying up your hair to try and help cool down when Billy emerged from the shower, towel around his waist. Sweet Jesus that wasn't going to help. He was ripped, his arms and chest looked almost chiseled from stone, save for the light smattering of hair over his torso, following down his stomach into a happy tail that lead under the towel. You could almost feel your mouth watering as you noticed a tent in the think fabric. He was hard, and from the way he winced when he moved, painfully so.

“Did it help at all?” You asked feebly, trying to ignore the hardening of your nipples as you watched him move.

“No.” He answered sternly, sitting down with his back to you. You couldn’t help but gaze at it. His wide shoulders, the way his shoulder blades rippled with his shuddering breaths, what it would look like when you were done with him, red welts and scratches after he fucked you into the mattress…

Nope, no. Can't go there. He's a colleague - even if only technically. Work would be unbearable.

Although, this was pretty unbearable too.

He’d said something.

“Hm?” You asked, not noticing the way he was looking at you over his shoulder until your eyes had traced his entire back. You blushed.

“I need to change…”

“Oh shit, sorry.” You headed to the bathroom quickly, closing the door behind you and collapsing to the floor. Fuck this was a mess. A horrible, terrible mess. Maybe it would help if you just… just a little bit…

Your hand found its way below your waistband, and as soon as your fingertips brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves there, your entire body relaxed, an audible moan escaping your mouth. Shit. Hopefully he didn't hear that. You carried on quietly, biting your lip to try and stay quiet, but it was hard, the relief flowing through you unlike anything you’d ever experienced. And then you heard something from the other room. A soft grunt, and then another. And fucking hell it was a beautiful noise, almost pained but so relieved, perfectly echoing how you felt at that moment. God, he was awful and frustrating and horrible to work with but his voice was so sexy, and the noises he was making now were no different.

You couldn't deny it was helping you along, and you couldn't tell if you were imagining it or not, but every time a whimper escaped you, he groaned just a little louder. You reached your peak quickly, your entire body crumpling as it overtook you, a last moan falling from your lips as you caught your breath on the bathroom floor. You stood up to wash your hands and face, legs shaking, only to realise… it had barely done anything. The ache was back almost instantly, nipples hardening again at the thought of Billy in the next room, and you cursed into the icy cold water.

He had been quiet for a little while now, so you knocked cautiously.

“Yeah, I’m decent, doll.” The new pet name sent another wave of arousal to your centre, and you cursed internally with it. Every word he said feel like he was physically touching you, but not quite enough. It was driving you insane.

“How the fuck do we make this stop?” You gasped out, frustration clouding your mind as you flopped onto the end of the bed, laying down with your hands over your eyes. Maybe if you just didn't look at him…

“Well, I can think of one way…”

“Billy…” you muttered warningly, but you couldn't bring yourself to say more than that, just letting your hands drop from your face to see his dark expression looking you up and down.

“Do you really wanna stay like this for the next day…”

“We might still be like this… after.”

“We don't know until we try.” Fuck, you hated how much sense he was making in your sex-addled brain. “You can't say you haven't thought about it…” You opened your mouth to snap back that you hadn’t, that he repulsed you… but you couldn't get the words out. The truth was, you had thought about it. A lot. He might be a pain in your ass, but he was undeniably attractive. The smirk. The confidence. Those stupid fucking Hawaiian shirts that showed off his biceps in just the right way…

“Please I… look, it's killing me here love…” he sounded breathy, strained. Needy. Hearing him beg was almost enough to send you over the edge.

Fuck it.

You sat up before you had a chance to change your mind, grabbing him by the neck and pulling his lips to yours. He practically growled into your mouth, reciprocating with a ferocity you hadn't expected. His hands were instantly all over you, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap, his strength making you gasp sharply. His teeth found your bottom lips, biting and pulling as he forced your hips down into his, grinding into you in a way that felt so fucking perfect. You needed him closer. Your shaking hands reached for the hem of his tee, pulling it over his head and pushing him to the bed, lips marking a path down his chest.

“Fucking hell, love, get those clothes off.” You obliged quickly, standing to rip off your tee, then shorts and panties as he removed his own bottoms, letting his cock spring free. He was big. Really fucking big. You needed him inside you now. Needed…

He was a step ahead of you, grabbing your arm and pulling you face first to the bed. He set himself up behind you, pulling your hips into the air and his hand found its way to your hair, pressing your face into the mattress. And then you felt two fingers dip inside your wet core. The sound that you made was filthy and animalistic, pressing your hips back into his hand as he chuckled, desperate for more of him.

“God you’re needy like this aren't you?” He pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you whining, and you heard him pump his length a few times with your slick. And then he was there, his size pressing against you, and you had no time to adjust as he rolled his hips into you. You couldn't breathe as he split you open, full to the hilt, hands scrabbling across the bedspread trying to find purchase on something.

“Fucking hell…” he grumbling, hand smacking your ass hard. You yelped, and he laughed again. “I can feel your pretty cunt fluttering around me when I do that.”

“Fuck… you…” You managed to choke out between laboured breaths.

“As you wish, doll.” He started to drag himself out of you, so painfully slowly you were squirming, but he just pressed your face further into the bed. And then he started to just fuck into you. It was debilitating, every single nerve in your body on fire. His pace was merciless, hard and fast and blinding, hitting a spot inside of you that turned your body to jelly. His hand on your hip was the only thing keeping you upright, squeezing in a way that was sure to bruise. And then his hand left your head, and you gasped in air, only to realise it was snaking around to your clit. The instant his fingertips found your sensitive mound, your world went black, and you were coming hard around his cock.

“Fuckk, there we go, sweetheart. Good girl, let it all out...”

By the time you could see again, it didn't take you long to start winding up for another orgasm. Your body had completely crumpled, pressed to the bed apart from the arm he had around your hips, keeping him in the perfect position to keep hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.

“Goddd, Billy…” you cried out, sound after filthy sound filling the room as he continued to rut into you, his breaths becoming shorter and his curses becoming less coherent. “Please.. that's it… inside me please…” Your fucked-out babbling seemed to help bring him to the edge, and he pressed his hips into yours as he came, his teeth clamping onto your shoulder enough to help you reach another pinnacle.

You could barely breathe when you were done, his entire body weight pressed to your back, his lips pressing sloppy kisses to the back of your neck. He was still inside you, and it wasn’t until you tried to move that you noticed…

“Billy?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’re still hard.” There was a beat where he stopped kissing you shifting his hips just slightly with a groan, then he sighed.

“I guess its gonna be a long night, doll.”