#cuddle pollen

[thecorefrisk]

*said with the careful gentleness of a man taking apart a live bomb*

Cuddle pollen… yandere batfam… neglected vigilante reader…

[toriafiction]

In a lot fics Ivy is either throwing around sex pollen indiscriminately or even maliciously but what if it was by total accident?

She is still in the experimental stage with this new pollen enhancement. She doesn't even know what all effects it will have. There is no way she is going to use it until she does.

Cue nosey Bats snooping around in her lab, poking into things they shouldn't be, and dosing themselves with it then fleeing. Cue Ivy's lab results finishing at just that moment showing that what was once innocent cuddle pollen is now some monstrous mind-shattering sex pollen.

Sex pollen that just infected two little birds that she has known since they were in pixie boots and neon yellow capes, believing in magic and goodness and that nothing could ever clip their wings.

Cue Ivy rampaging through Gotham looking to actually save those two moronic birds.

"No, Batman not right now. I'm trying to save your two oldest idiots!"

Cue Ivy finding them in a very compromising position and filling with cold dread and sharp painful regret as she apprehends them and drags them back to her lab, keeping them separated the whole time.

Cue her calling Harley before she even starts trying to make an antidote. These boys are going to need therapy, all the therapy, and she doesn't know or trust anyone else. She's going to need therapy for what she's done to them.

Harley's fist assessment of, "They're just really horny for each other," does nothing to help her.

After Ivy manages to flush the toxins from their systems and Harley is actually able to talk to them and she comes back with the same assessment with an added, "Really they owe you a thanks," she breaks down crying in frustration. relief

She didn't clip any wings. She didn't end any more of their magic and the good it brings.

[distantlydreamingofwater]

Carnivorous

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Pairing | Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) x Reader

Summary | For someone who refuses to eat meat, Ivy sure does devour you.

Words | 1.1k

tags | Dom!Bottom, Sub!Top, cuddle pollen, mentions of/implied subspace, use of "flower" "beautiful" "my darling" "little Larkspur", mommy kink, grinding, scissoring,

Notes |

Kinktober Day 13: Dom!Bottom x Sub!Top

Masterlist kinktober2025

"Where are you, flower?" Ivy's voice echoed through the greenhouse, her footsteps following the sound of her voice as she trailed deeper into the room. She had been experimenting with a new pollen and wanted to test how well it worked. It was designed to make the victim relaxed and pliant, not quite an obedience polled but giving the victim a willingness to do anything the people around them wanted. "Flower, don't make me come looking for you."

"I'm over by the day bed." You call, lifting your head from where you were painting the pond to look where her voice came from.

Humming softly, the bubbling of the waterfall was background noise as you dropped the paintbrush in your solvent cup, wiping your hands on a towel as she came into view, "Hi beautiful, what's up?"

Her eyes flickered over the painting as she stepped closer, settling between your legs, her hands resting on your shoulders, "I have a new toy I want to test, if you're willing."

Your hands sat on her hips, gently stroking them as you set your chin on her belly, looking up at her, "What's it do?"

"It should make you clingy, pliant. Give you a desire to obey me, that will grow stronger the longer it is in your system, but ignorable at small doses."

A small smirk twitched across your lips, "So you made artificial subspace?"

She paused, tilting her head slightly as a look of realization flickered over her face, "I...I suppose I did. I didn't have that have that in mind originally. Though I suppose happy accidents."

"Yeah, I'll test it with you. I've got nothing better to do." Your hands roamed over her hips, stroking her sides softly. "Do you want to go inside or...?"

Vines crawled up the bedposts, curling over the canopy and draping the bed in purple wisteria. Pollen trickled down from the flowers, dusting the white fabric with golden specs.

"Breathe in for me, my darling little larkspur." She purrs, her hand sliding along your jaw to tip your head back, holding it under the fall of pollen.

The pollen tickled your nose as you took a deep breath, letting your eyes fall closed and resting the weight of your head in her hands. A warm fuzzy feeling settled over you the more you breathed in, making your mind buzz and body feel heavy.

A familiar floaty feeling bubbled through you, your eyes fluttering open to look at her, "How do you feel, little Larkspur?"

Blinking a few times, you nuzzled into her hand when it stroked cheek, "Fuzzy...floaty...you're pretty. So pretty."

She grinned, brushing the hair out of your face, "Good, that's how you're supposed to feel."

You were practically purring in her hands, nuzzling against her. So it was no surprise when you dropped like a rag doll when she pushed you back against the mattress. Your hands felt disconnected from your body when they gripped her waist once more.

"Mmm, you're so pliant. You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you, little Larkspur?" She purrs, leaning down to kiss you softly, her grin widening when you nodded like an eager puppy. "Of course you would. Anything to make mommy happy."

You whined when she rolled her hips, grinding against you, sending electric pulses through your body. Your body responding to hers on instinct, your hands trying to pull her closer to you, wanting to feel her body pressed against yours.

"Aw, you want to cuddle, flower?" She cooed teasingly, wrapping her arms around you to roll you over so you were on top. Her hands gripping your waist to continue rocking your hips against hers. "Make mommy feel good, and then we can cuddle."

You whimpered softly, nodding vehemently, head buried in the side of her neck as you continued rocking your hips obediently. Your arms wrapped around her tightly, holding you as closely to her as you could, pressing as much skin to hers as possible.

"Flower, you're not doing it right." You whined at the accusation, tears gathering in your eyes making her backtrack slightly, "Hey, shh, there's no need for tears, flower. Mommy just wants to feel your pretty skin against hers. Will you take off your clothes for me?"

You nodded rapidly, choking on a sob as you forced yourself to pull away from her, your skin buzzing as you rushed to take off your dress, uncaring of where it ended up if it meant getting your body against hers once more.

"Will you help mommy out of her clothes?" Your hands pulled at her bodysuit, blinking a few times as a shuddered breath ripped through you. Your hands trembling as they pulled down the zipper and all but ripped it off of her, pealing the fabric away leaving you both bare.

Practically diving in her, arms and legs wrapping around her in desperation to feel her and silence the buzz beneath your skin, rocking your hips against hers once more, making you both moan.

"See? There you go, flower. You're doing so well for me." She cooed, reaching up to thread her fingers in your hair, her other hand guiding your hips, "Get mommy off and then we can cuddle all you want."

You mellowed weakly, rocking against her faster, biting your lip as your clit drags across hers, sending ripples of pleasure through you, causing your vision to spin. She let out a sound of pained pleasure when your nails dug into her back and arms, nearly breaking skin from how hard you were gripping her.

"That's it, flower. Cum for me, little larkspur. Cum for me, and bring mommy there too." She slipped a hand between the two of you, her fingers finding you clit with ease, making you tremble and whine.

You cried out as you came, doing your best to keep your hips moving and bring her to the edge as your vision went white. Teeth clamping down on her shoulder in an attempt to ground yourself, vaguely identifying the sounds of her own orgasm faint in your ears, like an echo.

When you both came down from your high, she gently shushed you, stilling your hips before you both went into overstimulation, pulling you closer, "It's okay, flower, you don't have to keep going. You can just rest now."

A sound of acknowledgement faintly filled your ears as you nuzzled your face into her neck, wrapping your body tighter around hers, as if having even an inch of skin not touching hers would drive you mad before finally letting yourself relax into the floaty feeling the pollen provided.

[cringingwithabook]

One of my favorite fandom things to do is take a prompt originally created for smut purposes and making it family friendly

“Hmmmm yes they go into heat but what if instead sex they need their children”

“They don’t even have a mate, they just nest with their siblings”

“Sex pollen but instead of being horny they just wanna cuddle”

[beyond-andromeda]

Thinking many thoughts about my cuddle pollen fic idea…. So have a few.

CW: Distressing themes. Vague COVID trauma if you squint. Mentions of mucus (being sick is gross, I’m sorry)

You’ve been stranded on Felucia, and your colleague Luke is sent to come get you. On your way to the extraction area you’re exposed to some strange black fungus that releases spores upon you walking too close to it. You think nothing of it— the whole planet is rife with plants and fungus releasing all sorts of pollen and spores all the time.

However on your way back to base you contract a flu-like infection. You spike a fever and there’s a weird ashy color to your mucus, not unlike the color of the fungus you’d nearly choked on before.

You get worse very quickly and the ship is barred from docking due to disease transmission fears. No one knows what you have.

You and luke have to quarantine yourselves aboard your ship.

You hurt everywhere. Your cough is getting worse by the hour. Your chest feels heavy. You’re burning up. You hope that whatever antifungals the Alliance had sent to you will start to work soon.

Luke does what he can to support you. It’s probably just fever delusions but you swear you almost feel the slightest bit of relief when he rests his hand over yours or touches you to help you sit up or lie down or hand you something.

You begin to miss his touch, which is silly. You’re hardly even friends. You’ve never once desired holding his hand much less being held by him.

You try to discretely seek it out. Thankfully he’s naturally a touchy person already. When he brings you a meal and you sit up to eat, you lean on him and play it off like you need some support given how weak you are. His arm is immediately around you, no questions asked.

When he leaves, your symptoms seem to worsen tenfold. You almost crave his touch.

Late one night he finds you in the refresher. You’re on the floor, coughing up now blackened sputum. You’re crying. Your tears are also black. You can hardly catch your breath as it rattles in your chest.

You’re burning up, the fever higher than it’s ever been. You rasp out that you don’t think the antifungals are working.

Luke’s priority is controlling your fever before you literally cook your brain. He drags you into the refresher clothes and all and starts the water. It’s not cold but it isn’t warm either.

To you though, it’s like ice. It’s the worst burning pain you’ve ever felt. You cry out, sob, grab desperately at your friend and drag yourself into his lap, pressing into him as much as you can to try hiding from the water.

He stays with you the entire time, holding you and apologizing relentlessly and through tears of his own for what he’s putting you through.

Eventually the water shuts off. Your fever has improved and is no longer in the danger zone. He does his best to help you dry off and change on the refresher floor— you’re too weak to try moving.

He holds you against him again as soon as you’re both dry enough. He doesn’t even want to try moving you for fear that he’d break you or something.

You’re terrified. Still sobbing you tell luke that you don’t want to die.

You end up falling asleep on the cold floor with him still holding you close, promising you that he won’t let that happen.

When you’re conscious again you find that you feel noticeably better. In the state you were in though, better means you’re still incredibly sick.

Eventually you and luke find out that touching each other seems to be the catalyst. You improve when he’s holding you, you deteriorate if he’s not.

The most effective way to attack this infection seems to be a very aggressive approach of staying cuddled up at all times.

Yes, all times includes sleeping and bathing.

Necessity overrides what would be very awkward and uncomfortable on a normal day though.

It also overrides any sort of sexual tension that would result from these scenarios on a normal day.

You can’t even bring yourself to desire him that way right now, not even if you tried. The only thing you can think about is being held by him— nothing more and nothing less.

I can’t wait to write this fic y’all.

[villainwithacrush]

Cuddle pollen should be contagious. I NEED fics about the chain reaction of it all

[kopivm]

Getting this out here so I could actually start a draft

Tim unknowingly gets hit with a cuddle pollen, he lives with the consequences of not getting cuddles (bcs he's busy as shit), but as soon as he figures out what's wrong with him, he's too ashamed and he feels like it's too late to come clean at this point so he just suffers with his 'mystery illness' for a few days and Bruce has ran the entire villain lineup ragged trying to figure out who and what they did to his boy until Ivy (now just a civilian) hears about it and is like,

"oh... that might have been me, my bad"

Because Tim visited her for WE business and was snooping around her plants and might have unknowingly got some pollen on him.

Anyways it ends with Bruce just hugging the shit out of Tim (because he's extremely relieved that nothing major was going on with him) and the rest just sorta fit themselves into the pile and Tim is crying because he doesn't feel like he's being burned alive anymore.

[andromedajones7]

A cuddle-pollened Tim gets stuck in a collapsed building with the Joker.

The fic is called “Huddled In A Cocoon of Ice and Pain” by quotidian_void

It’s sad and depressing and stuff BUT it is hurt/COMFORT and there is fluff at the end, and I don’t want to say it has a happy ending, but it’s optimistic.