Kinktober 2025 Day Nine
Aphrodisiac
Troy Marshall x Reader x Russell Adler
Adler might have left some vials lying around and someone might have broken one, and now a certain someone needs some help dealing with the consequences of everyone else's bad actions.
“Ah… Marshall? Adler?” Felix cleared his throat. “We may have a… small problem.”
“What kind of problem?” Marshall turned around, a smile coming over Adler’s face as he went back to smoking in peace, even as he was still clearly listening in.
“Well… Agent Firefly and I were just in the kitchen, and there may have been a small accident, where one of us, not naming any names, knocked over a vial of… something, and… exposed themselves to it.”
“To what?” Marshall asked, brow creasing as he tried to keep his evident confusion off his face. Behind him, Adler’s head rose, eyes wide with understanding behind his glasses.
“To… a libido enhancing stimulant.”
“A… what?”
“A sex drug, to put it bluntly.” Felix twisted his fingers together, his latex gloves squeaking with each movement. “What should we do?”
“Where are they now?” Adler shifted up from the bench he was leaning on.
“I sent them upstairs, to their room. I wasn’t sure what else to do, other than to try and contain the exposure, since I don’t know what it does.”
“I do.” Adler sighed. “Leave it to me, I’ll take care of it.”
“Woah, woah, you will do no such thing. Firefly is one of my operatives here, if anyone is doing anything, it will be me.” Marshall turned back to face him, forcing Adler to stop by standing in his path. “What the hell were you even doing, bringing something like that here?”
“You were the one who wanted to know more about the kind of bio weapons the CIA was developing.” Adler’s tone seemed mocking, before turning softer, as he glanced towards the stairs. “You’re in the dark on those still, and I’m not. Let me go.”
“Like hell, I will. You’re not going anywhere or doing anything without me right now. Who knows what else you’ve brought in here.” Marshall held out a hand as Adler started moving again.
“Fine.” Adler shrugged and stubbed out his cigarette. “We’ll go together.”
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Marshall was still grumpy as he followed Adler up the stairs. Who in their right damn mind brings in actual samples of the drugs, rather than just the reports?
He shook his head and sped up so he would reach your door first, bodily blocking Adler from it as he knocked.
There was no reply, and after a moment of Adler hovering insistently at his shoulder, Marshall pushed your door open, worried that you’d fallen and hurt yourself.
You hadn’t. Instead, the two men found you sat on the bed, frozen in the semi darkness. Your room faced east, so was missing all of the evening light streaming into the rest of the Rook.
“Firefly? Give me a sitrep.”
“Oh, fuck off.” You snapped, before groaning as Adler flipped the lights on. “Turn that shit off.”
Adler dutifully switched them back off, waiting by the door as Marshall approached you, switching the bedside lamp on instead. You grunted, but didn’t object to the softer light as Marshall perched on the side of the bed, moving slowly as you turned and stared at him, face expressionless as you fingers twitched on the sheets.
“Talk to me.” Marshall tried again, trying to ignore how Adler had moved to the window and was drawing the curtains.
“That doesn’t do what you think it does, Troy.” You murmured, trying to ignore Adler too. He had some audacity showing up here.
“I’m trying to help you…” Marshall took a deep breath, gazing at your face in the dim light.
You looked drawn, and your skin seemed strangely faded. Your eyes were twitchy, and your pupils were blown wide. What the fuck kind of drug had Adler brought here?
“I don’t need your help.” You tried to crawl back, away from Marshall and up the bed, but ended up losing your balance, falling forward until Marshall leant up and caught you. You gripped his arms tight, letting him sit up properly on the bed next to you, as Adler approached the end of it, keeping a bit of distance between you.
“Sure, you don’t technically need our help, but it’s on offer if you want it.” Adler sucked in a breath through his teeth. “The alternative of course, is we leave you alone to be utterly miserable for the next eight to twelve hours. We would make it go a hell of a lot quicker.”
You rolled your eyes and tossed yourself into Marshall’s chest, cupping his chin lightly. “You make sure his old ass behaves, alright?”
“Of course I will.” Marshall fought back the strange sense of pride swelling in his chest as you sat between his legs, letting him wrap his arms around you, your hands sitting prettily on top of his. You tucked your head against his shoulder as Adler moved in and worked to tug your trousers off, swinging your body to the side and avoiding any choice comments as he knelt on the floor to get between your legs and start eating your pussy.
He was mean about it, even with the consideration of the drug. Using his teeth, he tugged on your clit, barely adding anything as he messed his fingers around in the wetness in your cunt, judging by the sound, as you squirmed against Marshall, low whines catching in your throat as Adler toyed but didn’t work.
“You being nice down there, Adler?” Marshall called down to him.
“Sure.” Adler lied, glancing up at him. “It’s the drug. Needs… penetrative sex to calm it down.”
Marshall processed the words he’d just heard. “How… No, why would you even develop something like that?”
Adler shrugged. “Potential crowd control on enemy forces. You don’t feel like you could fight anything right now, do you Firefly?”
“Fighting is the last thing I want to do, trust me.” You snapped, dragging your head up from Marshall’s shoulder. “And what’re you talking for?”
Alder took the hint and descended his head again, putting more effort into what he was doing this time.
He was annoyingly good at it too, if the way your legs were tightening up where they lay over his shoulders was anything to go by. You were only semi-conscious of what your body was doing, legs tightening around his neck until one of Adler’s hands came up to cup your knee, gently trying to pry it away from his neck before you locked him in a chokehold.
That was arguably his own fault, as now he actually ate your pussy with vigour behind it, leaving his chin wet as he pushed a thumb against your clit and focused his mouth on the wet cunt below it. How was it your fault if you wanted to keep a good thing going?
You moaned as your head fell back onto Marshall’s shoulder. He wrapped his arms securely around you, not protesting when you clutched his arms tight and pulled the sleeves of his jumper out of shape. You moaned, shivering on his chest, tugging a heavy sigh out from him.
The next moment, just as you appeared to be settled, you were prying Marshall’s hands away from you, so you could tug your shirt off, tossing it aside before reaching around your back to undo your bra, struggling with your balance as you sat half off the bed in Adler’s hands.
Marshall hushed you, and reached up to unclip it himself. You swiftly tossed it, humming gratefully as he leant back and watched you turn to face him as much as you could, now fully naked in his lap, reaching up for his face again.
“Give us a kiss?” You mumbled, running a finger over his chin.
“Of course.” He mumbled back, and kissed you, cupping your cheek in one hand.
He shivered as he felt your hands descend down over his shoulders, then his stomach, before pushing the bottom of his jumper up to lay your hands on his skin, gripping his hips just above his belt. His jumper and shirt rode up as you shuffled against each other, until you leant back and started insistently pulling his jumper off, which Marshall quickly obliged, cuddling you close, sighing as he felt your hands running all over his bare skin.
That brought back some memories. He swallowed, and put the thoughts of someone else’s touch aside, and let you kiss him again.
He was so lost in it, he didn’t realise you were struggling in his lap until you shoved Adler backwards with a foot on his shoulder; uncaring of how he cursed as he fell, only that you were not free to turn around and crush your pussy against Marshall’s covered erection.
Adler caught himself on his hands just before his head slammed into the coffee table. He sat up, frowning, slightly annoyed at being rejected by you; but then he was the one that brought the stuff coursing through your veins into the house, so maybe it was fair.
And, he would be lying if the sight of your ass bobbing up and down in Marshall’s lap wasn’t a damn beautiful view. He scrambled up and knelt on the edge of the bed behind you, gently tugging you back to reveal Marshall’s face.
Marshall tightened his grip on your hips, lips parted and his brow creased in annoyance as he looked to see what had interrupted him.
“Do you mind, Adler?” He grunted, trying to pull you back into him.
“Yeah.” Adler swiftly tugged you out of Marshall’s grip and into his own lap, fighting back a smile as you immediately reached up for his face. “But I thought you might want to get your trousers off. Assuming you actually want to fuck them.”
“Fucking alright, man… you want to see my dick just say.” Marshall waved his hand dismissively, sliding up off the bed to strip.
Adler rolled his eyes, looking down at you in his arms instead. Your tits were moving rapidly as you breathed quickly and shallowly, and your pupils were extremely dilated. Nothing to worry about, then. Those, plus the errant horniness, were all expected effects of the drug. That was good; this would be considerably less fun if there were unexpected things they had to deal with.
“Hey Russ.” You mumbled, and poked at his scar running over his chin, like you’d only just worked out you were in someone else’s lap now.
“Hey, kid.” He tilted your chin up, knuckles brushing against your throat as he felt your skin wobble with a giggle as you pushed up against his arms, skin brushing against his thin shirt as you kissed him too. “You miss me?”
“Not really.” You murmured. “Fucking bullshit trouble follows you everywhere.”
“Like this?” He swallowed. That was a bit too much to expect, really. He’d treated you too carelessly one too many times for you to welcome him back into your bed with wide open arms.
“Yeah. Like this.” You glanced away, to see if Marshall was ready for you. “Least you’re trying to clean up your own mess this time.”
“I’m learning.” Adler mumbled, feeling the corner of his mouth pick up with a smile.
“Sure, like a good old dog.”
“I’m not old.” Adler scoffed.
“Hmm.” You didn’t directly respond, and further comment was cut off by Marshall reaching back out.
Adler let you go back into his arms, leaning up against the foot of the bed, feeling the wood dig into his back as he watched you guide yourself down onto Marshall’s cock, ass bobbing as you worked your way down, letting out a sweet moan as your ass met his thighs.
“That feels better.” You sighed, leaning your hands on Marshall’s shoulders, elbows pressing into his pecs, hips rolling slightly before you settled on his cock.
“Yeah?” Marshall gazed at you, holding your hips, gently rubbing his thumb in a circle.
You nodded, pushing his chin up with a finger so you could kiss him again, shifting your hips as you started to ride him, uncaring of the audience behind you. It was only a moment of control though, before your head fell back onto Marshall’s shoulder, breath fanning over his skin as you just focused on how Marshall’s dick filled you up.
Marshall took the hint and helped you ride him, his grip tight on your hips as you moaned. Each bounce down of your hips felt like it was taking the edge off the drug inside you, and your head was getting clearer with each moment, until it wasn’t, and you felt like you could cry, as it all got worse again.
Then, a shock went through your system. Your head shot up, mouth hanging open uselessly as your body tensed. You could only just tilt your head down enough to see Marshall rubbing your clit, massaging it between his fingers, sending yet more shockwaves through your body, as something slick gushed out of you around Marshall’s cock, making each glide easier, as Adler whistled lowly behind you.
That sent a spark of energy through you, and you lunged over Marshall’s shoulder, grabbed one of the pillows and lobbed it back behind you, smiling when you heard the satisfying thwap as it hit Adler.
“Glad I took my sunglasses off now.”
You glanced up and saw that you’d hit him in the face. You giggled, then moaned again as Marshall cuddled your body close to his again and started to roll his hips, keeping his fingers on your clit. He bumped it in time with each roll as you moaned against his neck, blinking slowly as Marshall fucked you, neither of you watching as Adler stripped too.
Adler watched as Marshall grunted softly while his hips stilled, breathing heavy as you slowly sat up. You kissed him sweetly, then crawled out of his lap, barely wincing as you landed on the covers. The drug wouldn’t be out of your system yet, which Adler both knew, and had confirmed when you glanced back at him, your breath catching in your throat as you saw him waiting for you.
“Need more?”
You nodded. “If you’d be so kind.”
Adler nodded back, letting you drop onto your back as he crawled over you, sliding his dick between your wet folds, not sure how much was from you, the drug, or from Marshall, as he guided his dick up into your hole.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Adler saw Marshall sit up, and crawl over to watch your face intently as Adler started to fuck you, one of his knees propped up for leverage, enjoying how tight and wet you were (drugs are a hell of a thing, aren’t they?) around him.
You were apparently unaware of Marshall’s presence, as you reached up for Adler to pull down into a kiss; his past transgressions forgiven for the moment as long as he kept helping you. He did, by sinking his dick into your cunt, and letting Marshall crawl closer and brush your hair back from your forehead, so he could press the back of his hand to your skin.
“You just need to feel useful, don’t you?” Adler grunted, not keen on another man invading his space.
“Just checking that your mad cocktail aphrodisiac isn’t fucking them up.”
“We’re the ones fucking them up.”
Marshall met him with a deadpan stare. “Don’t.”
“Alright.” Adler shook his head, reaching a hand down to tweak one of your nipples, choosing not to comment again when one of Marshall’s hands slid between your bodies, brushing against Adler’s naval as he found your clit, making you clench tight around Adler’s cock.
Thanks to Marshall, it wasn’t long before you were moaning sweetly in Adler’s ear as he fucked his cum into you, lingering a moment longer than was wise, before he rolled off to the side.
He reached out to hold your face still, warding off Marshall for a moment as he glanced at your pupils again.
“There we go… on the way down now, aren’t you?”
You nodded slowly. “One more… wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
“I shouldn’t think so.” Marshall leant down and kissed you, pushing Adler aside as he took his place, manoeuvring you into position so he could fuck you too, making you moan louder, clutching as his shoulders as he fucked you harder than before, now that he was in a position to.
Adler tried to stamp down the twinge of jealousy that Marshall was the one getting to double dip as he pulled his shirt back on. That was a conversation he needed to have with you, when you weren’t high as fuck. Maybe you could work out something again, maybe including Marshall too, if he wanted to play mediator.
He kept dressing, continually glancing back as he saw you finally coming down from the drug, eyes drooping with sleep as you curled up to Marshall’s side, trying to get him to stay and cuddle, which Marshall eventually succumbed to, leaving Adler to leave the room alone.
He ran into Sevati on the way down the stairs.
“Guess we know who won that contest, then.” She glanced back at him, grinning as Adler shook his head and walked towards the door, picking up his jacket on the hook and rooting around in the pockets for his cigarettes.
“How are they?” Felix glanced up from the disc he was working on.
“Better.” Adler nodded. “I think we’ve all learned our lesson.”
“Good.” Felix nodded, before going back to his screen and ignoring Adler’s pointed stare.
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You woke up with your face pressed against Marshall’s shoulder.
“Fuck… why is my back so sore?” He was finally able to sit up when you loosened you grip on him.
“These mattresses aren’t worth shit.” You yawned, stretching out beside him.
“Ah… are you feeling better?” Marshall scooted away from you, keeping the sheet bundled on his crotch as he realised you were both still naked.
“Much better, thanks to you.”
“And Adler.”
You shook your head. “I seem to remember you doing a lot more than him.”
“Well… I don’t know about that.” Marshall chuckled glancing down at his hands. “I’ll leave you in peace to get up, yeah?”
“Sure.” You yawned again, slowly sitting up while not taking much effort to pretend you weren’t looking at him. “Get up and give Felix a piece of my mind.”
“Why?” Marshall frowned, glancing up as he pulled his jeans back on.
“He’s the one who knocked the blinking stuff over. Why, what did he tell you?” Your eyes narrowed, as you stared him down, like it was an interrogation.
“Uh… not quite that.” Marshall tugged his jumper back on. “I’ll let him that you’re looking for him.”
