passionate pleasures
pairing: dick grayson x afab!reader
wc: 1k
content: pollen sex, dick is down bad and desperate, he’s a whore, nipple sucking, aggressive fucking, praise kink, overstimulation, marathon sex, degradation kink, he calls you a slut,
18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
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“Yeah, that’s it, shh, good girl, take it, just like that, that’s my good fucking girl.” Dick’s voice is a rasp, wrecked by orgasm, raw with the strain of holding back just to watch your every reaction. His hands—those big, familiar hands—are everywhere and nowhere at once, splaying over your hips, pawing at your tits, cupping your jaw so he can see your face as you writhe around him.
He wants you witnessing yourself in this moment, ruined and radiant. The sex pollen hits him in waves now, not as a slow invasion but as a full-body blitz, blood roaring in his ears, every cell in his body screaming for you, for the slick slide of your cunt, for the way you clench around him like you’re never letting go.
His scent fills the air, thick and humid, saturated with need, and you taste it at the back of your throat, dizzying and sweet, a chemical mixture perfectly engineered to make you crave him. Your vision blurs at the edges, every color burned too bright by the seizure-fierce pulse of pleasure.
He’s fucking you harder now, using your body, but in the gentlest way a man can. He presses a palm to your lower back, guides you up, bends you over, strokes your cheek.
“You’re so perfect, Jesus, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says, and you believe it, because you’d believe anything right now, because his cock and his words and the fever in your skin all agree: you were made for this.
Your hips stutter, back arching to catch every inch, and he takes the invitation, grunting as he buries himself to the hilt.
“Look at that, look at how you take me, baby. No one’s ever fucked me like this, no one ever could. I’ll never get enough of you.” He’s talking so much, he can’t stop. Every thought a stream of raw, embarrassing need. He loses himself in the drag and squeeze of your body, the way your cunt milks him, the slick heat of you, the velvet tightness that makes his vision blur and his hands shake.
“You’re my little slut, aren’t you? My good girl, my favorite fucking girl. Thank you, thank you for being here with me, fuck, you’re so good to me, goddamn it.”
Your nails leave marks across his shoulder blades as you brace yourself, and you feel his muscles ripple under your touch, every flex and strain mapped in perfect relief, as if your body’s memorizing him from the inside out. He kisses your back, your neck, your ear, making sure you hear every filthy, adoring thing he has to say.
“Gonna keep you here forever. Gonna fuck you until you forget your own name, until all you know is mine. You like that, don’t you? You like belonging to me?” He punctuates every question with a thrust, shallow and deep, teasing and hard, mixing sweetness with savage need.
And you do, you like it, you want it, you want him to fill you up and split you open and make you his. You feel yourself getting close, the world collapsing into the pleasure and the pressure, the coil inside you winding tighter and tighter with each stroke. He feels it too, the way your walls flutter and tighten, and he groans, low and animal,
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum again, Christ, you’re gonna milk me dry. That’s it, take it, take it all.”
His rhythm falters only to find a new, deeper one, rutting into you like something desperate, undone. The slap of skin echoes in the little room, a drumbeat for your obscene duet. He’s losing his mind now, fucking you with a single-mindedness that feels religious, obsessive, terrifyingly tender.
“Look at you, look at how beautiful you are, so pretty, I want to ruin you, want to keep you just like this, filled with me, thinking about me, aching for me. Never stop, baby, never stop.”
You’re crying out now, not just moans but wild, wordless sounds, as the edge approaches. He wraps a hand around your throat, just enough pressure to remind you he’s there, anchoring you, then tilts your head back so you have no choice but to look at him. His eyes are black with lust, pupils blown so wide they eclipse the blue, his face twisted in awe and adoration and something a little unhinged.
“Say it,” he hisses, “say you’re mine. Say it, baby, I need to hear it, I need—”
“I’m yours,” you gasp, so desperate you can barely breathe, “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”
He smiles, slow and feral, then kisses you hard, biting your lower lip as he shoves himself deeper, grinding his hips against you for that last perfect inch.
“Good fucking girl,” he says, “my perfect girl.” He keeps you right there, keeps you trembling on the edge as he fucks you through it, determined to make you break before he does.
He wants you to cum first, wants to feel you fall apart around him, wants to see the slack-jawed, glassy-eyed bliss of your orgasm. He fucks you for it—persistent, relentless, greedy—until you come with a startled wail, clamping down around him so hard it almost hurts.
He groans, “Fuck, that’s it, fuck,” and follows you over, rutting through the aftershocks, his cock twitching as he fills you so full it leaks out around the edges. He doesn’t stop, not even after, not even as you both shake and gasp and whimper, bodies glued together by sweat and cum and the mess you’ve made of each other.
He holds you there, kissing your neck, breathing in your hair, whispering, “perfect, perfect, perfect” like a prayer, like a promise.
You think you could stay here forever, wrapped up in his arms and his obsession, high on the sex and the thing between you that feels bigger than lust, bigger even than love. It feels like gravity, inevitable and absolute.
You don’t ever want to come down.
a/n: yeah, so i'm ovulating and this is what happens! hope you enjoyed!
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This is just pwp, but I had this idea while being with a friend yesterday, so I needed to scribble it down. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. Xxx
Summary: The reader inhaled some weird pollen, she has to ask Carlisle for help as the pain gets worse, pwp
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, fingering, sex pollen, fuck or die, friends to lovers
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (1.3k words)
She was sweating, heart racing, eyes uneasy as she sat on her bed. The seconds kept slipping by, far too slowly for her aching body. He had to show up soon, time was running out, that much she was certain of.
(Y/n) didn’t even know how it had happened. One second she was cleaning out the old basement, the next she had inhaled some dust that made her feel sick within minutes. It had happened too quickly, leaving her dazed and confused as heat began to fill her system, deep inside her, as if her body had decided to burn itself from the inside out.
After she had managed to drag herself back to her apartment, she had called him, her shaky voice telling Carlisle what had happened, hoping the doctor would be able to save her. He had promised to be there soon, that he’d take care of her, words she would have liked to hear in another context.
“(Y/n)?” His voice filled the apartment as he stepped inside, probably using the key she had once given to Alice for emergencies like this.
“Bedroom.” Her voice was weak, her body cramping. She fell back against the mattress, knees pressed to her chest as she curled onto her side. Heat kept surging through her, lingering between her thighs with an uncomfortable pressure.
“Oh, (y/n).” Carlisle murmured the words the second his gaze found her, eyes wandering over her body as he set down his bag. She felt his hand on her forehead a second later, her eyes too weak to stay open. “You’re burning up. What happened, love?”
“Inhaled something,” she forced out, making herself look at him for a moment. “Brought it down with me.”
His eyes followed the direction she pointed. Carlisle grasped the box, inspecting it carefully while another groan left (y/n). She couldn’t pinpoint the pain, but the feeling between her thighs grew more intense by the minute, her nerves pulsing.
“The good news is, I know what it is.” His voice forced her to focus, trying to blink away the haze clouding her mind.
“Help me, please.” A pained expression crossed his features, making the part of her brain that still functioned wonder what was happening.
“Well, you inhaled some sex pollen, love.” The words made her choke on her breath. Confusion flooded her, she didn’t understand what kind of pollen he meant. “It’s a dangerous plant that can kill you if we don’t take care of it.”
“Anything, just, Carlisle, please.” She was too far gone to truly understand, too far gone to care about anything except the pain coursing through her body.
“Love.” Cold hands found her chin, guiding her to look up at him. “You need to have sex to get rid of the pain.”
Her heart skipped a beat, then another, before pounding even harder against her ribs. Heat shot through her again before she finally managed to speak. “Okay. Whatever it takes.”
Carlisle stared down at her for a moment before exhaling deeply. A few seconds passed before another sound broke from (y/n), closer to a moan than anything before. She let out a desperate “please” before Carlisle finally moved.
He slipped out of his coat, shoes following, then slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. If she hadn’t been this far gone, she would have cherished the moment more, every second she had once dreamed of experiencing with him. God, how she had longed for this to happen, for them to give in to the feelings tying them together.
The mattress dipped as he sank down beside her, his hand finding her warm cheek. Their lips met in a soft kiss, one her body chased with a moan as her shaky hand found Carlisle’s neck, pulling him closer. It felt as if something long-locked had finally opened, allowing them to step into something neither had fully experienced before.
“Carlisle,” she moaned his name as she pressed her hips against his, her legs wrapping around his waist in search of more contact. Both of them moaned at the touch, the feeling of their bodies pressed together as if they had always been meant for this. “More.”
A groan left him at her plea. He pulled back to tug off the sweat-soaked shirt clinging to her, his gaze instantly drawn to her chest. Cold hands cupped her breasts, making her shudder at the new sensation, grateful for the cool relief. His hands kneaded her skin before moving lower, finding her soaked panties.
The moment he pushed them aside and touched her, (y/n) felt the last of her strength leave her. Her body trembled under his touch, at the way he circled her clit with just enough pressure to make her moan. Then she came, suddenly, without warning, pushed over the edge within seconds. Carlisle praised her as his fingers continued, guiding her through the aftershocks.
Relief hit her instantly, easing the pain she had endured. It suddenly became easier to breathe, to relax her muscles. But the burning returned the moment the pleasure faded, drawing another strained whine from her.
“Carlisle,” she breathed, looking at him. His expression was unreadable, brows drawn together, lips slightly parted. “Fuck me, please.”
A deep sigh left him as he stood again, removing the rest of his clothes. He stood bare before her, grateful that she already knew his family’s secret and what it meant in moments like these.
He returned to her, his hand wrapping around himself as he lined up with her. He coated himself with her arousal, brushing against her a few times before finally pushing inside. Both of them moaned at the new sensation, their bodies buzzing.
“Oh shit, feels so good. More, please.” (Y/n) choked out, her fingernails scratching at his shoulders as he moved. Carlisle quickened his pace, the bed creaking beneath them with each thrust, focused entirely on easing her pain.
“That’s it, you’re doing so well for me, my beautiful girl.” His words sent a different kind of heat through her, one that made her heart stutter. She couldn’t respond, only pulled him down into another kiss, her legs tightening around him.
Her second orgasm built quickly, ready to overtake her. Her walls fluttered around him, pulling him deeper as he kept moving, determined to push her over the edge. His eyes took in her pleasure-dazed expression, the way she bit her lip as she came again.
Carlisle continued, prolonging the sensation while chasing his own release. She clung to him, moaning his name as if it were the only word she knew. As the intensity eased, (y/n) finally felt like she could breathe again, becoming aware of the way he touched her, carefully, yet with a depth of feeling.
“Carlisle,” she whispered, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer. He came moments later, groaning against her neck. Their movements slowed into a few final, lazy thrusts before stopping.
“Thank you,” (Y/n) murmured as he pulled out, his concerned gaze scanning her. “You’re the only one who could have saved me. Thank you.”
“Anything for you. Are you sure you’re okay?”
She hummed softly, smiling. (Y/n) pulled him down for another kiss, whispering her thanks again. Carlisle hummed against her lips before standing, lifting her gently to carry her to the bathroom for a bath.
“I hope you know this changes things between us, love. I’m not letting you go again.”
Synopsis: Usopp experiments with a new plant to fill his sling bolts with, not truly understanding the particular plant he's handling. Skin hot, heart pumping, sweat beading - he needs help, but doesn't know who to ask. You take matters into your own hands while coaching him through ridding himself of the pollen, finding it to be harder than you initially thought.
Themes: Usopp x afab!reader, virgin!Usopp x experienced!reader, straw hat x barto club, MDNI, smut, NSFW, 18+, first time sex, oral (usopp receiving), withheld orgasm, crying, shower sex, creampie, sex until unconciousness, squirting, cumming wet, orgasms, pollen fic, budding romance, no use of y/n, reader is an engineer for the barto club pirates, reader is a fan of Usopp.
Notes: For @ushoppu, who requested this little fic so many moons ago and it's finally here. I hope you enjoy! Thank you to @wrennyx and @loganwritesprobably and @hellkaiserinphoenix and @starchild-unnamed for listening to me ramble and for giving me motivation and ideas to incorporate in! I missed pollen!
Although usually having steady hands while handling his powders, Usopp the sharpshooter found his fingers shuddering and shaking while attempting to push the ground petals into the rubber spheres. His latex gloves were long gone, the self-proclaimed warrior of the seas tearing them off while the powders elected to stick to the rubbery material as opposed to the funnel. This enabled him to force more of the honey-colored powder into the ball, but the cost appeared to be the steadiness of his hands.
“Get it together, Usopp,” he growled at himself as sweat beaded his brow, “You’re better than this. It’s just a little powder. Urgh, why is it so hot in here?” He shook his head to rid the heat from baring down in his field of vision, clouding his eyes with a mist of dewy gloss that felt like the hot sting of fresh tears.
As the last of the powder was pressed into the sphere, Usopp exhaled deeply before taking in a sharp breath and pressing a hot, metal rod into the ball to seal it shut. As the ball closed, Usopp finally let that sneeze he was holding in out and into the crook of his elbow, followed by another, and another to follow. His glossy eyes clouded further while he parted his lips and groaned out in displeasure at the sensation.
“It’s so damn hot in here,” he commented again as a small trickle of sweat cascaded down from his clavicle to his belly. He rose to stand away from his workbench and removed his vest and belt-sash from his form and thrown over the back of his work chair. “Damn, are we close to the grand line, or what? Maybe I should go… I should… I should go and…” Usopp’s brow furrowed as he peered down at his bare chest, eyes following the contour of his abdomen and fixating on the large tent in his pants.
Shock consumed him. He sucked in a thick gasp of breath as he brought his palm down to the clothed erection concealed from his gaze. As soon as the pressure ground itself into his cock, Usopp almost screamed. His body responded against his will, rutting into his hand while precum decorated his briefs beneath the material of his pants. He felt the material stick to his body and cool on his flesh, spreading like wildfire down his thighs and dripping onto his kneecaps.
“What is going on?!” he screamed out a shocked whisper at himself, quickly ridding himself of his pants and gawking at his body in accusation at the way it betrayed him, “Wh-what are…? What are you doing?” He cried down at his briefs coated in a pearlescent display of creamy precum beading through the surface of his pants. “Urghhgmmn, why is this up? I wasn’t even thinking about-! I didn’t even-! I wasn’t-!” He passed his hand over his clothed tip, groaning out a thick whimper as he squirmed at the contact, “Okay, not-! Not h-here!”
Usopp’s hand moved against his better judgment. He caught his cock in his hands and began pumping it into the material. The precum continued to leak through every woven strand of fabric and paint his hand in the dewy viscosity every time he pumped his cock with it. He drew his other hand down to grip the desk, his knuckles coated with the same honey-tinted dust as those spherical pellets he loaded it into while his hips staggered into his hand.
As the high began to take him, it ebbed away from the surface and slipped from its frantic reach. Usopp’s knuckles began to pale in his firm grip against the desk. His lips flew agape as strands of saliva connected his upper and lower lip, brow furrowing as he continued to fuck his hand with a manic rock of his hips.
“H-!” he attempted to cry for help, only to bring up the hand connected to the desk to his lips to silence it. Who would he cry out help to? Who of his crew would ever help him in this particular situation? His mind ran rampant with many jumbled thoughts while his ecstasy was dangling like a carrot on a string outside of his reach. He continued to sob into his hand while his cum exited his cock without the euphoria to follow.
Usopp’s eyes rounded in a panic while his briefs soaked completely through at his crotch. He couldn’t bring himself to meet flesh to flesh, knowing how hot his body felt in this very moment. He had no choice but to continue pistoning his cock with his palm until he felt his orgasm ebb to it’s peak, only to remain there with an unsatisfactory pinch against every electrified nerve.
Narrowing your eyes at the current assortment of unruly pirates meeting at the deck of the Thousand Sunny, you continued to seek out the man you had truly begun to admire from afar. Being a part of the straw hat grand fleet beneath your captain, Bartolomeo the Cannibal, you were a large fan of Monkey D Luffy and the rest of the Straw Hats as he was. His passion for following Luffy as king of the pirates was an admirable feat, and you decided to follow him yourself.
Although not truly allowed to have favourites, the sharpshooter made you laugh. Usopp was funny, and his tales of grandeur made a smile attach itself to your face more often than not. He was a fool, and you enjoyed that about him. Taking another pass with your eyes around the assortment gathered on the Thousand Sunny to speak with Luffy, you couldn’t find the one man you truly wanted to talk to.
Stepping down from the rails on the top deck, you furrowed your brows and made your way towards the lower decks. He was not one to shy away from a crowd, and he had made it known that he was restocking his pellets with dusts and powders from the fight you had participated in all together. He would usually extend forward an invite to you, but this time he said he was working with an ingredient he hadn’t used before and wanted you to keep a distance to remain safe if it became unstable. You smiled at him then, but your smile was nowhere to be found as the minutes quickly ticked into hours with the sun setting over the horizon line.
“Where you going, Barto-pirate?” the green-haired swordsman stopped you with the hit of his blade crossing your chest, “Only crew goes below deck.” You turned and brought your eyes up to Zoro, adjusting your posture as you did so.
“I’m concerned about Usopp,” you admitted gently, “He said he was restocking his pellets, and as the Barto Club engineer, I thought I might be of use. You know, considering it’s been about three hours…” You drew your gaze down at your fingers, wringing them in front of you and picking at your fingernails, “...Because I’m good at… Making stuff, too, you know…” Sucking in your lower lip, you began to nervously chew on the inside of your cheek to hide the rising flush blooming in your face.
Zoro laughed with his whole belly, moving the swords away from your chest and moving to open the door for you, beaming at you as he did so. His expression was unfamiliar on his usually stoic demeanor, almost like the sun after a lifetime of cloud coverage. He waved you on below deck, chuckling to teeter off his large laugh.
“Look, Barto-Pirate. Just say you want to kiss him, okay? It’s fine,” he waved his hand in a flourishing gesture, bowing towards you, “You can’t fight that sheepish look on your face, nor can you stop that heat rising in your face. Just go and tell him, already. We’ve got bets placed, you know?”
With that, the swordsman closed the door behind you and left you with your heart hammering in your chest with little relief to balm its rapidity. ‘Was it that noticeable?’ you asked yourself, placing your hand on the wall and steadying yourself while you stood. You took a moment to catch your breath and shake off the warmth rushing in your head before you continue on towards Usopp’s work station as you had done so many times before.
Standing at the door, you rose your hand to knock, only to halt at the wooden frame as sounds echoed off every wall and beneath the doorframe. Crude squelching with Usopp’s voice pleading out soft whimpers with words you couldn’t quite catch until he growled out a cohesive sentence.
“I need help in here, I-I-I’m gonna die!”
Nothing could hold you back from immediately barging into the door, pushing past the threat of danger enforced on you by that sentence, only to have your eyes fall on Usopp’s form as he clutched his bench. In lieu of a series of spherical pellets he was working on, Usopp stood with his clothed cock clutched firmly in his hands with a large amount of cum soaking through the fabric. Your eyes flew wide as they met with Usopp’s own as you stood in shock, freeze being your first reaction to seeing the man you had come to admire furiously fisting his cock through the stretched and ruined fabric.
“I-I-I-I-!” Usopp choked, stuttering as tears flooded down his face and dripped onto his chest, “I can’t stop! It’s-! I think it’s the powder!” he nodded his head to his desk, prompting your eyes to follow his gaze towards the honey-coloured powder. He sobbed while the crude squelching continued.
It took more power than you cared to admit to keep your eyes averted away from Usopp while you made your way to the desk. You shrouded your nose and lips with the crook of your elbow while reaching for the hand-held, motorised vacuum cleaner he made many moons ago, switching it on and sucking up the powder to clean it. You focussed on your task, all while Usopp continued to stroke his cock close to you enough to have your heart skip a beat, but far enough away to try to make you as comfortable as he could.
Once you had finished silently cleaning up the dust, you hastily reached for a large towel and covered the desk with the heaping cloth to contain it. As the material swooshed through the air and onto the wooden surface, you quickly turned back to the room and made quick work of shutting the door to his workspace with you inside it. Usopp began sobbing further, allowing you to scan the room for anything you might need to help him.
“Did you install a shower in this space after I was in here last?” you asked him while looking at the ceiling for any hidden latches, “I told you you need one, especially if you’re experimenting with chemicals. Did you-?”
“-I-I-It’s in the cupboard up high to your right,” he stuttered quickly, “I can’t-! I can’t stop! I can’t think! It’s not-... hhghhmmn-! It’s not good!” Usopp’s brows knit together while you continued to professionally take apart the cupboard and fish out the circular showerhead and triangular toggle. Your heart continued to race, pitying Usopp in whatever plight he was currently fighting while simultaneously feeling severe guilt about your desire to watch him.
“Alright, Captain Usopp,” you turned to face him, “Let’s get you over to the shower as quickly as we can, okay?” you took a large step back to allow him room to move, “I can see some on your hands, your arms, your nose, and your-... your-...” you stumbled over your words clumsily before shaking it off, “There’s some on your briefs, but we can wash it off too. I just need you to come a bit closer, okay? You can do this, warrior of the sea.”
Usopp’s cock twitched in his pants at every encouragement that fell from your lips. He tried so hard not to think about how much he had seen you in his dreams, had his mind wander to where you were and what you were doing, all the while feeling so guilty that he would think about you romantically in the silence of the night. Now here you were, watching him as he was in his most pathetic state: furiously pumping his cock while under some kind of aphrodisiac influence. He never wanted it to be like this, have this moment like this. He wanted to ask you out, and do it properly, but he would always shy away from the moment before he got to it.
“Can you t-turn the water on?” Usopp asked you sweetly while he continued to cry softly, “I-... I can’t stop.” You felt your throat choke on an empathetic whine at this display of surrender and defeat. He deserved better than this, and you reminded him of such by giving him the decency to experience this human moment with another human.
“Usopp, I would wash you if you need me to,” you admit while elevating your hand to tug the triangle, “This is quite literally life and death. You need this, and I’m making it my personal task to take care of you.” As Usopp stepped under the circular head, you pulled the triangle and a large burst of water shuddered from the head. You placed the triangular toggle in a hook beside the chain, latching it so the water would continue to spurt out while you slowly stripped down to your underwear.
“Wh-What-?!” Usopp stuttered while he attempted to remove his hand from his cock, only to immediately double back to continue pumping its length, “You’re serious? You’ll-? You’ll help me?” The look of surprise on his face was enough to push past any inhibitions and step beneath the cool water alongside him. You moved your hand to the cupboard beside you both and found an alcohol-based cleanser and lathered your hands up with it.
“Of course I will. It might sting if you’ve got any open wounds, but I’ll be right here to coach you through it. Now, arms first. You just keep doing what you’re doing, and don’t mind me,” you rambled to fill the silence, much like Usopp did while sitting beside you many times while gazing at the stars. You made quick work of brushing the pollen residue off him and down the drain, ensuring the lather remained thick enough to not press any into your own skin, “You’re doing so well, Usopp. Just keep doing this, okay? I’m moving onto your chest and belly, okay?”
Usopp couldn’t believe his eyes. The way you so diligently rid his body of the pollen was almost hypnotic. He recalled a tale you spoke moons ago about an accident that happened in your own engineering space, causing you to be set alight with a chemical fire and you only had yourself to fix it. He swore silently that he’d never let that happen to you again, and you both made promises to install the showers in your workspace in case this happened. He was thanking both you and the gods that he listened.
“I… I need to t-... Usopp?” you asked sweetly, moving down to kneel at his feet with your hands on either of his hips, “I need you to take off your briefs now so I can check if any got on your…Got on… If any got on…” you rambled before nodding to the large cock being revealed in the wet fabric. “We can count to three, okay? When we hit three, I need you to put your hands up and get as much water as you can alongside some soap because there’s some on your hands. Let me take care of this, okay?”
“O-Okay,” Usopp stuttered while biting his lip, “You’re… You’re a lifesaver. I owe you my life.” He admitted with a small, choked sob, “If you don’t look at me any different after this, I would want to… If it’s okay with… Hgghhhmn WAIT-!” Usopp tried to remove his hand from his cock as a tested preliminary attempt at listening, but his orgasm quickly flooded into his belly and stood in a blockade at the floodgates, “I can’t! I can’t stop! I need to keep going. You don’t understand, I can’t!” He continued to piston his cock back and forward, the water soaking through his briefs to cast a perfect outline on the shape of his large shaft.
“Usopp, I promise you it’ll be okay! Usopp, please,” you moved your hand to hold his wrist, “It will be okay, I promise. Look,” you stopped his movements, watching as his hips continued to roll forward into his touch over and over again until he sobbed away from the tease of his euphoria. You rose to stand, still with your hands on his hips, and tilted your head while leaning in. Your lips crashed into his as a distraction from the torment, his nose pressing into your cheek while you molded your lips over his in a perfect cast.
Water flushed down your back and gurgled into the drain beneath you Usopp returned the kiss in a hunger you had never seen from him. His tongue darted out and coated yours in a desperate layer of saliva while grinding it down into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, momentarily releasing one of his hips in favour of cupping his face. He removed his hand from his cock and made to press it into your hip, only halting when he remembered he had pollen on his digits. He continued to pump in time with his greedy kiss.
“Hands up,” you uttered into his mouth, “Hands all the way up, and let me help you.” You gave him one more kiss before sliding down to your knees, “One, two, three.” On three, Usopp raised his hands to the circular showerhead and cupped the water flushing his body. You slid down his briefs and cast them aside, almost being hit in the face with the slender length of Usopp’s angry cock. His head was purple with the rising flood of blood pulsating along angry veins. He cried out when your hands found his body, thumbing over the skin to assess the damage.
There was no pollen on his cock, but some pooling against his balls. You hastily moved to the soap, meeting Usopp’s hands while he rubbed the pollen away from his fingernails. You quickly moved to cup his balls and massaged away the dust from his skin while breaking your own heart by ignoring his angry cock. Usopp almost screamed as soon as your hands found his body, his now clean hands finding the back of your head and stabilising himself against you.
As Usopp’s hands found your head, you both had no idea who made the first move or not. Whether he rut his cock into your face, or whether you parted your lips to welcome him inside your lips: you had Usopp’s sensitive cock-head in your mouth. The salty precum mixed with the water and soap rushed into your mouth while you eagerly bobbed along his length. Your eyes rolled back into your head while he mounted your face, working his cock into your throat in a rough and uncharacteristically animalistic pace. He grunted and whined in unison, his own eyes rolling back in his head while your mouth made quick work of getting him close to his orgasm once more.
“I-I-I’m gonna cum!” he cried, gripping onto your head for dear life, “I’m so close! Please don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop.” Usopp brayed with every thrust while more of that salty rush coated your tongue. Your underwear stuck to your cunt, now dripping shamelessly with arousal while Usopp used your face to fuck out the aphrodisiac. As soon as you felt him twitch and bob inside your mouth to indicate his proximity to eruption, it stopped like a barrier was holding it back. Usopp screamed in pain while his achingly heart cock remained as such without relief. He cried shamelessly while you continued cupping his balls and bobbing against his length. He couldn't deny that it felt good, and he would’ve cum if under any other circumstance, but he simply didn’t this time.
The thought came to you that perhaps it was the lingering call of bodies merging as one that would halt the spread of the pollen, but you pushed it aside until crescent-shaped nails pressed into your head. You shook your head while moving your hand down to your underwear and moving the crotch aside. Your fingers played with the seam of your cunt while you continued working Usopp’s cock to maintain contact. He continued sobbing, crying out apologies while the water cascaded down your back and onto your soaked underwear.
One finger, then another was added into yourself while you stretched your cunt out to take him. You were shamelessly wet and dripping onto your hands while you moved inside yourself. You almost came while Usopp mounted your head again, his cock screaming to cum while unable to do so. His black hair stuck to his face while water streamed down the contours of his spine. You couldn’t help but take a look up at him through the steam and watch as his face contoured in a merger or rage and plea. He needed you, and you had no choice but to give in.
Counting to three in your head, as soon as you reached the ‘three’, you ripped your head away from his cock and rose to stand. Usopp cried out at the absence, but was quickly silenced by your lips finding his once more. You pushed his body against the cupboard and rose your foot to brace against it. Your lips never left his as you quickly slid your fingers from inside yourself in favour of holding your underwear to the side. Usopp’s eyes were wide in the kiss while yours remained shut and focussed.
And then you slid your dripping cunt down Usopp’s cock, your pussy stretching and contorting around him in a way that had every chorus erupting in Usopp’s head. His hands moved to grip your ass, quickly rutting into you while you bounced on him. The position you were in was not as comfortable as you assumed, your leg remaining on the ground taking all of your weight while you fucked him hard and fast.
As if almost reading your mind, Usopp moved down and cupped the back of your remaining thigh, sweeping you completely off your feet and turning you in unison. Your back hit the cupboard with a thud, unlatching the triangular toggle from the hook and turning the shower off completely. Your kiss never broke while ‘God Usopp’ demonstrated exactly what it was like to fuck a higher power. His cock curved up inside your cunt and hit a place you had never felt before. He ricochetted that momentum and hit the mark on the head every time he bucked forward.
Usopp screamed at himself to hold off for as long as he could despite his body punishing him for it, because he wanted you to feel good far more than he did. He simply couldn’t hold it for any longer as his body betrayed him. His cum shot from his cock like a catapult on enemy lines. Ropes of thick viscosity coated your walls and bloated your belly with its intense velocity. Usopp had no idea what his name was at this stage, this orgasm being the longest he had ever experienced while he wildly fucked into you without any rhythm.
Every time his crotch met your body, your clit was slapped. You had no idea where the sudden rushing sensation came from, but your body released a large amount of fluids all over his thighs and crotch while stars twinkled in your darkening vision. You had never passed out while having sex before, but your slowly growing limp body was enough of a warning sign to alert you that you were on your way to.
Quickly bracing yourself on Usopp’s shoulders, you felt the world darken around you while waves of pleasure was continuing to crash throughout your body. You hung your head on Usopp’s shoulder and let him use you while you found sleep carrying you away. You mumbled softly for him to keep going, use your body for as long as he needed to before the world slipped from your vision.
Waking moments later, you found yourself in clean sheets with dry skin, your ruined underwear missing and replaced with an oversized shirt on your body. You made to move away from the warmth beside you, only halting when you found yourself pulled in tighter. The embrace was comfortable, warm, and gentle; everything your body needed after the serious beating you put it through moments prior.
“Are you okay?” Usopp’s voice cracked in a gentle whisper down at you, “I… I gave you one of my shirts to wear, and I… I threw your underwear out with my briefs. I didn’t want… I just… I’m so sorry.” You turned your head and groggily looked up at the man beside you. You gave him an expression halfway between a dazed smile and an open laugh, only which forced you both to begin laughing at one another.
“Did you get it out of your system?” you asked him softly, moving your index finger up to trace along the contours of his chest and halting at his throat, “I told you to keep going if you needed to. You definitely looked as if you needed it.” You smiled up at him before you rolled onto your side, pressing a kiss to his jaw while his face rushed with sudden heat.
“You… After we… After I… I only did it once,” Usopp stumbled over his words, stumbling further while your eyes met with his own, “And I… I hadn’t done… That… before either. I... I just wanted it to be good... for you too...” He attempted to avoid your gaze, only to find himself hypnotised into your playful expression. You pressed your lips softly to his, breaking away quickly after and smiling down at him.
“As in… I was your… First?” you quickly bit your lips to stop that impish smile from rising on your face. Usopp gave you a gentle nod, and fireworks erupted in your head. You, a Barto-Pirate, a part of the Straw Hat fanclub, took your favourite Straw Hat’s virginity, and he looked at you as if he loved you.
“You were, a-and I’m really… I’m really grateful and everything, I just… I’m sorry for how it happened. Not that I didn’t want it to eventually happen, I just didn’t want it to happen, like that.” He rambled a little, giggling nervously between his words while you continued to mentally celebrate at him. He used this moment of honesty to continue on, “Outside of the Straw Hats, I’m really close to you. I think about you all the time, you know? Like, when I’m alone, I think about all the different things I want to tell you, or see with you, or silly stuff I want to make for you to show you because you like… You actually care, you know? You want to know stuff about me and my life, and I just… I love you. I don’t know when it started, but I love you-! Mghhmph-!”
Lips collided against one another as you brought them down onto him and kissed him tenderly. Tears of joy fell from you both while you poured your own heart onto Usopp’s, both of you feeling truly seen and heard by one another while your limbs began entwining by the will of yourselves without the flowers. Elsewhere on the ship, Nami was finally parting with her Beri and giving it directly to the swordsman, who was beaming triumphantly while drinking a swig of his sake. But none of that mattered.
All that did was the way yours and Usopp’s hearts and souls merged into one, while tales of seas and starlight became the story you both lived in that very moment.
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Warrior!Childhood friends, always together on their missions, fiercily helping and protecting one another no matter what.
He shouldn't have smelled that flower. Or he should have taken better care of himself if he knew his rut was approaching, especially knowing how wild it usually is... and that there wouldn't be another soul on the island besides you. But he didn't, and now there he is, whimpering, sweating, pathetically trying to hide that growing huge bulge inside a pair of pants that seem to burn against his skin.
And you offer to help. For the mission, yes, because he is putting this high-priority mission on the brink of failure, but also because he is your friend. And he's suffering, his taut and hard muscles completely useless against the surge of pheromones fueling him with lust.
"N-no, please, it's not necessary," he weaklily tries to reassure you, voice raspy and clumsy hands already fumbling with the buckle of his belt. But you insist, and he half repeats you shouldn't, half apologize, hands moving despite himself, guiding your willing to comply body onto all fours. "I'm sorry," he repeats again and again, making quick work of discarding the clothes between you.
You chuckle. "Come on, we're fri- ah!" The sentence is left unfinished as an impressively deep thrust knocks the air from your chest.
"I'll be quick," he promises between ragged breaths, one fist pressed against your waist as he refuses to grab you disrespectfully, the other shoved into his mouth because moaning would be so improper… You are friends; this isn't about pleasure, it's about need. But as warmth and pleasure envelop him whole, and that sweet wetness progressively clouds his mind, the fist curled at your waist slowly opens, palm drifting in a caress across your abdomen, moving upward until it stops just below your breasts.
Fuck, he wants to grab them, roughly, even, to feel them in his hands, he wants to squeeze them until he makes you press your face even further into the pillow and scream hopelessly his name. But he can't. You are friends. It's improper, he repeats to himself. Still, his body gets carried away as he bucks harder into you, deeper and faster so that your breasts bounce, again and again and again, just for him to feel an inch of their soft skin slapping rhythmically against his immobile thumb.
He's close. Fuck. He can feel it. But even though he promised he'd be quick, he holds himself back. He doesn't know if he'll ever have you like this again… so just a little longer.
For the sex pollen fic, I’m going King Alistair/his loyal assassin Tabris—an AU for Alistair and Kalian! Shianni recommended Kal for the job, and in an effort to rebuild relations with the elves, Alistair accepted. She’s also been instrumental in stopping assassinations, and the two of them became close over time. The fic starts with Alistair receiving a questionable package, and then accidentally dropping it so all the pollen explodes out over both himself and Kal 😬
I’d originally planned for Kal to be his captain of the guard, but I think King’s assassin works better for her!
The snippet is below the cut cause it’s pre-smut 🥰 and very unedited lol
“What do we do?” The husk of his voice made her breath catch in her throat. Maker, how she wanted that voice to rumble between her thighs, that tongue to lick—No. That was not her place. His panic registered next, and though she couldn’t straighten her back, she projected as much confidence as she could manage.
“Ride it out. I can attempt to go get a healer, there’s guards stationed down the hall, but they’ll know exactly what’s going on. We shouldn’t come to any harm, it will just be…uncomfortable.” An understatement, but in her lust-filled haze, she couldn’t think of anything else that wouldn’t further his panic.
“No,” he said quickly. “The last thing I want is for anyone to know their King drugged himself and his favourite assassin with an aphrodisiac. The scandal that would cause…”
Despite the absurdity of their situation, her lips quirked in a half-smile. “Favourite assassin?”
A beat of silence, and then he said, “Am I not your favourite king? It seems only fair that you’re my favourite in return.”
She laughed, low and quiet to avoid any vibrations that might travel down to her groin. “You’re my only king, Your Majesty.”
Kalian could practically hear his grin, and she didn’t dare turn around; she didn’t need any more fuel to add to the pyre of her lust. “That’s the loyalty I like to hear.”
Additional Tags: Jedi Agricultural Corps | AgriCorps (Star Wars), Plants, Appropriate Use of the Force (Star Wars), Hurt/Comfort, Memories, Resolved Romantic Tension, Love Confessions, Praise, Regret, First Kiss, truth pollen, Cuddle Pollen, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Language: English
Summary: A botanical excursion. When Obi-Wan heard the news from his master, the padawan was sure it was a punishment. The AgriCorps was a topic he prefered to forget, severely impacting his mood once they landed at their destination. He behaved more like a sour apple and less like the padawan Qui-Gon admired so much. When Qui-Gon tried to teach him a lesson about plants, it literally fired back and gave Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan a facefull of scientifically modified pollen nobody knew how humans reacted to.
“Oh, well, great!” Martin snaps. His cheeks are getting brighter again. Tim can almost swear he feels the heat radiating from everywhere Martin is flushed. “That's just wonderful, Tim! I'm so glad you made the choice to go– to go shag someone while we're having a-an emergency here; that's just lovely for you, isn't it? What a horrible time you’ve had!”
“Actually, it has been, a bit!” Tim snaps back, spurred on by more than a little guilt and his own frustration over the whole damnable situation. “It hasn't been a walk in the park!”
“Oh, it hasn't been a walk in the park?”
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