daredevilkink | Prompt Post #1

Honestly i juxt need more sex pollen in general, and teamwork makes the dream work, ya'll.

this is such an insanely good idea

my brain is fried somebody give me the first sentence of this fic and i can probably wax rhapsodic about some naked pollinated people

Here, if you need it (use or don't, as you please):
At first, Claire can't tell what's wrong with him; it's only when she pushes off his cowl and he arches into her touch that she notices his flush, his rapid breathing, and the way his pulse leaps under her fingertips.
-- OP

At first, Claire can't tell what's wrong with him; it's only when she pushes off his cowl and he arches into her touch that she notices his flush, his rapid breathing, and the way his pulse leaps under her fingertips.

(this sounds like the beginning to that scene where Matt doesn't listen or smell Claire and Karen and Foggy as closely as he could to preserve their privacy, until he's hit with sex pollen and then he's just a) deliriously happy, and b) can't stop going into insane detail.

...here's the beginning, where Claire is a Very Professional Nurse who's seen people horny and high before. but she's never run into a drug that's transmitted by kissing: she might be in over her head. just a little bit.)

"Did you go out with a fever like this?" she asked, and Matt gave her a blinding (oops: she was still trying to work those words out of her vocabulary) grin.

"A fever...for justice!" he said, and burst into...giggles?

"Oh no," Claire sighed, and reached forward to take the mask off completely. "What did you - shit, what did you take, Matt?"

He tilted towards her, leaning in; she was never going to get over how heavy he was for such a little guy. "No, no, see, Claire, here's the thing -" and he reached out to kiss her.

She knew better, she really did, but - but what could it hurt, honestly? Matt was so warm, and his skin was warm but not hot or dry to the touch, and he could kiss like no one's business - gentle, so gentle that it hurt to think about, sometimes, especially when she considered how lethal he could be in a fight. Claire could honestly say that yes, it was Matt's insane determination that had caught her attention, but the his body was unbelievable, muscle everywhere, skin fucking silky for a guy who spent as much time getting beaten up as he did, and his mouth was a gift; she'd never known anyone quite so - detail-oriented - as Matt. This time was no different: he came in soft, waiting, smiling against her mouth, and she gave in. Caught his lip between her teeth.

"See?" Matt said, when they pulled apart; his eyes, as always, were unfocused, but there was something triumphant in his expression. "Makes sense, right?"

"Yeah, Matt," she said, absently, already thinking well, he's clearly too high to know what he got hit with, and damnit, there's that night of sleep, and it's a shame he's roofied because as long as I'm staying awake babysitting all night I could use a couple orgasms. E? Hopefully not E; the crash was always bad, especially if you weren't used to it.

Her mouth started to tingle.

Clearly it'd been way too long, if one little kiss could get her going like this.

"I need new friends," she said, and Matt nodded.

"You and Karen should be friends," he said. "Foggy! Oh! You'd love him."

"I bet I would," she said. His shirt was soaked through, and it'd rucked up, exposing his fucking ridiculous abs. She rubbed her mouth. It still felt sensitive; she wanted to bite her own lip, she wanted Matt to bite her lip for her, she wanted him to put his hands in her hair and pull. She wanted to put her hands in his hair and pull; he went down so pretty when she got a hold on him.

This was no good.

"I love him," Matt said, and he sounded both - honest, a little terrifyingly so, and smugly pleased. "You can't have him, but you'd love him, women do, Marci said he gave the best head she'd ever gotten -"

"Matt," she said, "I think you're telling me somebody else's secrets," because that was the sort of thing that tended to work best.

"Oh," he said. And stretched. Claire's breath caught. He closed his eyes and smiled, close-mouthed, ridiculously, ridiculously pretty, and - oh great, she thought. Yeah. He was hard, and she wanted -

"I like the way you breathe when you're turned on," he said, calm, conversational, still smiling. "I like knowing that looking at me makes you think about sex. Your shirt makes a different sound rubbing across your nipples when they're hard; it must feel amazing, I think." Claire closed her eyes (to shut out that temptation) and swallowed, hard: she was not thinking about how he was right, she wasn't thinking about Matt's big hands and sharp teeth on her nipples, because. She had to swallow again. Because Matt didn't talk like this sober. She clenched, once, hard, around nothing at all, just to - just to remind herself that nothing was going to happen, and Matt laughed. Happy. He sounded so fucking happy.

"Heard that," he said. "Ah. I could hear it when you squeezed around me, too, y'know. That was really good; we should do that again."

Claire licked her lips, trying to force her breathing back to - some semblance of normal, and tasted something spicy. She felt a little dizzy. She shifted her hips, because she was wet and absurdly sensitive already, no reason, just that was enough to hit her hard, and Matt grinned like he'd won the lottery.

"Yeah," he said.

*noise that only dogs can hear* oh my god let me love you

horny!/drugged!Matt is just... um, lovely. Unf. And this line: "he went down so pretty when she got a hold on him" holy crap.

I can't wait for the rest, this is GLORIOUS.

-- OP

Hot! And kinda sweet. Happy Matt! And Claire!

"No," she said, evenly - oh, fuck's sake, who was she kidding: it did not come out even.

Matt shuddered, arching just a little. His nipples were hard, and what kind of - what kind of crime-fighting costume let you see if a man's nipples were hard?

This was bad, she thought, but it was hard to focus when she knew that at this point, as worked up as he was, she could slide the shirt up over his head and rake her nails down his chest and ribs, and if she did that just right he might come from that, or if she was feeling mean she might scratch him up until he was whining and sling her leg over his face and stay there for one or two grinding orgasms, or -

"Fuck," she said. "Um. OK. Yeah. No. Matt," and he turned toward her like a flower to the sun, a hot flush up on his cheekbones, "I changed my mind, I think we should call your friend Foggy, okay?"

(they have to take matt's clothes off! to avoid hypothermia, obviously! and then they get distracted for a minute before calling in reinforcements, so. uh.)

The man on the other end of the line burst into bright, uncomplicated laughter; Matt grinned and thrust harder. Claire bit her own lip hard, because he was gorgeous, and so she was breathless and stinging when Foggy, apparently, said to someone else:

"OK, apparently Matt is having a sex emergency at Nurse Claire's place, this is amazing, this is the day I'm going to celebrate all of my birthdays from here on out, I'm never letting him live this down -"

and Claire heard a woman's voice, younger, laughing, who also sounded drunk and faint: "...what is even a sex emergency?"

"I don't even know, c'mon, let's go pick him up and put him to bed - hey, nurse? Claire? We'll come get him, don't worry - whoah," and he stopped, suddenly. "Are you okay?"

At which point Claire realized that she'd been panting, breathless and happy, into the phone, and she might have - a little bit - started moaning with it, just because it felt good to make noise, and it felt good to tip her head back, and it felt good to get one leg up - oh! that change in the angle was perfect, fuck - over Matt's shoulder and claw at his back: she felt herself slick against his cock, he had the best - prettiest - "Harder," she said, and Matt laughed breathlessly.

"Hurry up, Foggy," he said, " - oh! and Karen, I - doesn't she sound amazing? but when you smell her it's going to - to - Foggy, she sounds so good but I miss hearing your sex noises, I forgot about that until tonight, you should - you should hurry up" - putting his weight into the last stroke and snapping his hips with the kind of twist that made Claire's toes curl.

"Matt," the phone said, sharp and concerned, which was ridiculous, really, and Claire would've told him not to worry, she was a medical professional, but she was busy pulling Matt down and biting at his neck because if she did that he'd whine and - oh! his hips stuttered, and that was really good, so she did it again - and then if she pulled his hair he yowled and shoved hard enough to slide them both across the bed, and the blanket rubbing against her bare shoulders was just enough to tip her over for the second time -

(...i probably need jesus. op: i promise i did not forget the prompt, it just turns out i wanted to write some more claire & matt doin' the do.)

OH NO SMOKING HOT CLAIRE/MATT BANGING, WHATEVER SHALL I DO

I love everything you choose to be, anon.

-- OP

AHAHAHAHA SEX EMERGENCY

"We have to drink water," Claire said, and Matt made a grunting, snuffling sort of noise of agreement. He was lying facedown on the floor in the living room, which really just highlighted his - that fucking ass, Claire thought, it was unreal, she wanted everything. Didn't think she could focus long enough to actually get a strap on, because she was just. She was really warm and really tingly, and it was hard to stick to a plan -

-water, right, but -

"Could I fuck you, you think?" she asked, getting a glass from the cupboard. She drank one straight off, gulping noisily; some of it spilled and trickled down her throat. She shuddered, and then, because asking seemed to relieve some of the tipsy pressure in her head. "I have a strap on, and it seems fair - you've been doing most of the work -"

Matt groaned with real delight, and his back arched and ass went up in the air; oh. "Yeah," he said, eyes closed, lashes dark and wet in the dim light from the lamp, "you could, but - ah - but Foggy and Karen are a couple blocks away, they have to pay the taxi driver and then - and then, if it's all the same to you, I want." He sighed; she walked into the living room and he pushed himself to his knees. Didn't bother opening his eyes; she could see how flushed he was, that his eyelashes were damp. "I want the real thing," he said. Leaned into her, hard, and Claire would never experience anything like Matt did, but the musky sweating heat of him hit her like she hadn't already gotten hers three times over already.

right, she thought, and slapped his cheek, lightly; his head rolled back to her open palm. "Drink water," she said. When she put the glass to his mouth he opened up like she was a locksmith, and drank the whole thing down without stopping. The muscles in his throat worked rhythmically; she couldn't remember wanting this much without any pain attached in years. Everything felt hyper-real and dreamy at the same time, it was -

Whatever this is, she thought, this is not -

- but Matt was talking, rubbing his cheek into her open hand; she couldn't help petting him, just a little; his cheekbone was hard and his skin was soft under her thumb. "I meant it," he said, still smiling, "you should let Foggy eat you out, I just want - someone in me - oh, but then Karen will be lonely -"

"I think I can handle that," Claire said.

(whew! uh. ok. A CLIFFHANGER - don't worry, friend, spoilers: everybody gets high on sex drugs and is happy - but I gotta go to work and writing the sex with four people is trickier than two. uh. OMG op, it turns out this is an AMAZING PROMPT sex pollen is incredible <3 <3)

Bless you, anon!author, may your work go well and swiftly. This is everything I wanted and then some (hello mention of pegging, my bulletproof kink), thank you!
-- OP

...also, you keep writing these AMAZING descriptions, like "When she put the glass to his mouth he opened up like she was a locksmith" and so basically this is both skilled AND hot as fuck, omg.

-- OP

um. no YOU are the best anon.
(seriously, when writing porn on the internet, i think all anyone really wants is to be told "you did the sex talk real good" and "gadzooks, forsooth, thy prose!" so like. this is my day right here.)

BUT! i did fuck up that earlier bit: pegging, omg, pegging is amazing and i want all of it - when I wrote that little bit implying that pegging is not "real" anal, I was. hm. I think I was going for "pegging is awesome but a lil complicated, and I want a mood where everyone is drugged-up-happy and not terribly coordinated," and i didn't mean to. y'know.

of course now i have half a scene where karen's got three fingers up matt's hootnanny and claire offers her dildo, again, because whew, she is a nurse, you don't wanna give yourself tendinitis, karen.

it needs a push, tho: line, please, director!

Oh, see, and here I just thought he meant a real *dick,* not that pegging isn't real anal. So I wasn't bugged at all. Y'know, for what that's worth.

(Tangent: my brain went from 'ha, yeah, Matt CAN probably tell the difference between a real dick and a synthetic one' to 'yeah okay my next prompt is probably going to be Matt going to a sex shop because he's probably PICKY AS HELL about textures and materials and the buzziness of motors, and that sounds like a fucking hiLARious fic premise, omg')

Okay so where are you stuck: before/as Foggy & Karen arrive (ie after the bit you posted above), or while the ladies are working Matt open?

that is what I was going for, whew!

MAKE THAT PROMPT.

(side prompt: MATT MURDOCK CRANKILY WRITES ALL THE ONE-STAR AMAZON SEX TOY REVIEWS, GO.

i mean, the research for that prompt alone would be delightful!
NSFW, obv, but: http://www.holisticwisdom.com/vertical-turbo-stroker.htm this thing that looks like a nutribullet for ur dick

or this TWO FOOT TALL STUFFED ANIMAL purse named tyler to casually hide ur dildos in: http://www.holisticwisdom.com/bear-storage-case.htm ? do it OP bring this joyful prompt to the world)

ie after the bit i posted last is where i would appreciate a boost, yeah!

Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork more more

(Anonymous) - 2015-05-14 19:55 (UTC) - Expand

(fuck's sake I can't hit my groove tonight? i am DUMPING THIS SHIT, it is - y'know. almost there, not quite, I am putting it here so I can come back to it tomorrow and turn it into a proper story, blah blah blah.)

She opened the door - oh good, Matt's friends, Matt's friends were pretty - and the leggy blonde in the ridiculous dress, who must've been Karen, went bright red.

"Oh god," Nelson - Foggy - said. He blushed too; mm, she thought. Wait, was she -? No, she'd grabbed a towel, at least, but -

"Finally," Matt said, cheerfully, right behind her, "you took forever to get here, don't think I didn't hear you talking downstairs -"

"Whoa," Foggy said. Karen whirled around and burst into tipsy giggles, covering her face with her hands; oh! Matt hadn't bothered to get a towel. Well. That was fine, he was really - Claire knew that he was distracting: at the hospital, she wound up looking at more dicks than her parents had probably ever thought their daughter would see, but she'd only seen a few really pretty cocks in her whole life. Matt had one of them, lucky bastard. "Buddy," Foggy said, carefully looking straight between her shoulder and Matt's shoulder, which was adorable, really, and totally not necessary, but then, he probably didn't get it yet: "you feeling okay?"

"Yes," he said, and Claire had to agree; she felt better than she had in about two months, exactly the warm and sleepy feeling she got after a solid twelve hours; her spine felt like each vertebrae had been knocked into place. "Yes," she agreed, and she and Matt wound up grinning at each other.

"Oh my god," Karen said, faintly, from where she still stood in the hallway with her back to the door like she'd never seen a naked man before.

"Come in, don't stand in the hallway, it's tricky to explain," Claire said. Matt wandered back into the living room, fingers drifting against the wall, to fling himself over her couch. Foggy was broad across the shoulders and soft in the middle, not at all like Matt, and she wanted to see him naked; she bet he could pick her up and put her against the wall. (She and Matt had tried it once, and his bony hips had made it a pain; it was no good. Sometimes she didn't want the kind of savage body that Matt needed in his hard world.)

<<<<<

"Oh oh oh," Matt said, hips moving with that smooth machine rhythm, and he was grinning like he'd won something, saying "missed you missed you missed you" on every stroke, and Foggy got one hand up to interlace their fingers, holding on tight, said "you got me though, it's good, bud, it's all good," and Karen was staring with wide, brilliant eyes, and Claire -

Claire caught her by the hand, turned her body away from the two of them, and said "c'mon, let me show you what I've got, you're gonna love it."

She came in for a kiss, all sweet honey; Karen kissed with her eyes closed, and came out of it like she was waking up from a dream. Her tongue was ridiculously pink when she touched her lips, and Claire felt - bright, and loose, and thought she wanted to sit in someone's lap and kiss a lot for a while.

<<<<<<<

(Karen lay on the floor next to Matt, watching her own fingers pumping in and out with a sleepy, serious focus: Claire could see sweat at his hairline.)

"I have a," Claire broke into a yawn as surprising and pleasant as Foggy's big hands had turned out to be, and gestured loosely with her free hand. "If your hand's getting cramped."

"A little," Karen said; her hair fell like a sheaf of wheat over one shoulder, her eyes slitted in tactile pleasure. "You're so tight, Matt."

He made a noise in his throat. She poured more lube into her palm and tipped her hand to let it slide down her three fingers; she was already sticky and glistening to the wrist. "More?" she asked, soft.

"We all agree that this is Matt's fault, right?" Foggy asked, from behind Claire. One hand fit into her like a key to her locks, two fingers in her cunt, one neat in her asshole, while his thumb restlessly stroked and tapped at her clit. It felt - mm, just enough to keep her grounded, like he was carving out enough space in her body for good things to grow.

"It should be Matt's fault all the time," Karen said; she was the most Siamese-cat-shaped person Claire had ever seen.

"I toldnot - oh! - an alien, Foggy."

"But how would you know?" he asked, and this had the rhythm of an old, well-loved argument. "You couldn't see her, she might've been an alien," and that was enough to set Matt off, laughing helplessly as Karen shoved three fingers in to the hilt.

<<<<<

"Wait, what did you mean, my sex noises, were you listening in?"

"Oh -" and here Matt yawned, "that was college, every time you brought a girl over, but - you got so mad about the heartbeats. And that's baby stuff; I can hear so much more, I can go way deeper."

The three of them started giggling, and - and Foggy was laughing and twisting his fingers, lazy and steady, inside her. "C'mon, Claire," he said, "don't be gloomy, that was funny."

"You are all five-year-olds, that wasn't -" she started, smiling in spite of herself, but Karen burst in with a surprised, excited noise:

"Oh! --I got four in, now -"

and Matt made a noise that started out deep and ended high and panting for a minute. "...do that again," he managed. For a minute, Claire felt left out, and oddly cold; she couldn't see, at this angle, after all. Foggy leaned up against her. He bit her shoulder, friendly, trying to get her attention: "I can keep doing this and talk you through it," he said, "I used to do it all the time for Matt? Unless you wanna move?"

"No," she said, "no, you - you talk me through it," because suddenly it had turned into a game, and Matt was making some truly pornographic noises behind her, and she wanted to hear what Foggy would say about them.

Oh heavens *fans self* I adore you, author!anon. It's not shit at all; maybe a bit disjointed, but it actually kind of reminds me of nights where I've been under the influence (not sex pollen, of course, but still) and I faded in and out of focusing on events. I'm certainly not going to turn *down* more writing, but I am enjoying what you've shared thus far. :D

--OP

you are TOO MUCH, here, i am ridiculously lucky to have such an awesome audience. :D

(I mean, my trouble was that today I kept thinking about how they'd sober up: Matt would want to sneak off, of course, as things started to filter back in. Claire would put the brakes on THAT idea - wtf, Matthew, do you know how hard people crash on ecstasy, nevermind whatever alien drug you just exposed us all to? stay in this puppy pile get comfy i don't even care-

and foggy would want nothing more than a giant cuddle pile of all his favorite people, of course, and karen would want a) a giant cuddle pile, but also to b) know what the fuck happened here, people need to know about this new drug, alert the papers -

and the next morning some agent of shield showed up in a cheap suit to inquire about Suspicious (Readings), just in time to give everyone a chance to ward off The Dreaded Crash by playing Secret Agent Men.

(Matt, in particular, takes a perverse glee in playing the part of Blind Confused Civilian suddenly exposed to SHIELD, I think.)

(on a more general note: uh. heck yeah, OP! I am old enough that this particular interpretation of "sex pollen" was heavily influenced by my actual experiences; it is super-neat that that particular flavor came through, y'know?)

^_^

(oh my god Matt so would, with the added bonus of "don't worry about me, I can handle this" but then a tangle of limbs reach out like OH NO YOU DON'T and hold him right where he is)

Now I'm laughing forever at the mental image of Simmons (because she's the expert in bio stuff) showing up at Claire's doorstep all earnest and concerned while Claire's like "no, nope, it's fine, I'm a medical professional,* nothing wrong here" with, say, hickeys all down her neck.

So okay while I super do enjoy the dreamy jump-cutting, I think what I'm missing is the pollen transfer moment/point (from Claire &/or Matt to Foggy &/or Karen, in whatever manner or combo you like), the moment where things tip over for Foggy & Karen (because it seems there's a ramp-up period for the effects of the pollen?), and maybe the moment where Claire first has an intimate interaction (of whatever kind) with Foggy &/or Karen. Threshold moments, I think I'll call them? Moments where things change, if that makes sense. And they could all be one scene or 'beat,' honestly. But those are the bits that might make this cohere a bit more?

Though, you know, that's. Just my own opinion, obvs. I'm only throwing it out there, really, since you seemed interested in more constructive feedback (?), and I'm basically happy to encourage more of this however I can. Feel free to ignore me all you like.

*still laughing at that line, incidentally.

(oh, and that was me, the op, sorry)

plus, MORE lines I'm loving to itty bitty pieces, now that I'm rerereading:

"Sometimes she didn't want the kind of savage body that Matt needed in his hard world."

and

"she was the most Siamese-cat-shaped person Claire had ever seen" (which is extra funny because Claire is not a cat person and yet)

DID I ALSO MENTION (oh god it has evolved a PLOT. why. this is plotting that needs to be written out:) this is the one where the next morning Karen is 500% about figuring out what that was and tracking it down, so Claire is like: you. i like you. you're spunky. we will investigate! come to the hospital with me. and they have, like, dates. investigating-the-source-of-the-sex-pollen dates. matt and foggy go back to the Scene of the Crime (where matt was accosted by Probably-The-Alien-Sex-Lady) and foggy makes him smell, like, a bunch of different trees and lampposts. ("is that the smell?" "NO") matt pretends to hate it buuuuuuuut it's foggy getting into the spirit of matt's supersenses instead of being freaked out and grossed out by them. secretly he loves it.

Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork (blah blah)

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Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork (blah blah)

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Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork (blah blah)

(Anonymous) - 2015-05-16 05:46 (UTC) - Expand

yes yes please! constructive feedback is THE BEST feedback.

and i mean. thank you for playing with me with this idea! I mean. I absolutely agree with you, and I think you're right - transitional bits are needed, buuuuuut. well. like. what are words, words are hard. this is what happened: scene: right after Matt & Claire have yanked Foggy & Karen into the Pollination Station*, but before the happy sex times started:

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"Are you." Foggy squinted at Matt; serious and worried, and Claire felt, abruptly, not so good; it reminded her too much of the last time she'd seen him, furious and heartbroken when Matt lay bleeding all over his apartment. That wasn't good, that wasn't right - he shouldn't be suspicious or sad, none of them should be - "It's hard to explain," she said, catching him by the wrist and dropping her towel, because it was warm and the air felt good on her skin, and Matt trusted Foggy so absolutely, Claire knew it would be okay. "It's easier to show you, honestly."

"I had a dream like this once," Karen said. Her voice was still pitched high, tipsy, more than a little giggly, but she followed Foggy inside and closed the door. She and Foggy and Matt were all on the right side of it: good. Better. Claire could smell her perfume, something very light and fragrant; she liked it. She liked them.

"Matt, what is going on," Foggy said, and his eyes only dipped to Claire's breasts once. "This is actually a sex emergency,, isn't it, I am unprepared, I can't handle - he waved vaguely in Claire's general direction, which she had to agree with, she looked spectacular naked - "all that, that - this is not my life, this is your life, I hate your life."

"I don't," Matt chirped. "It is really good right now. Karen, come over here, though, this is important."

"I didn't ask you over here to sit around and complain," Claire reminded Foggy, and smiled to take the sting out of the words, because: well. Foggy looked like he had when Matt had been hurt, and that was all wrong, nobody was hurt, it was fine, it was - it wasn't fair that he should look upset.

"Matt, I'm really having trouble talking to you with your - I mean, where are your pants - I mean, that looks - uncomfortable? wait. What's that smell?" Karen asked, from further into the living room.

"You can smell it!" Matt said, sounding utterly delighted. "Nobody ever smells anything!"

Claire took the distraction as an opportunity, and pressed her luck - and herself - up again Foggy, kissed him hard, trying to get his attention. He froze, probably in surprise, and - she felt a little bad, but this was important, it was important to convince him that they were safe, and warm, and this time no one was dying, no one was bleeding. (It was also important to get the measure of him, to reassure herself that yes, he was taller than her, and warm and soft, and - and yes, interested, good, she couldn't help rubbing up against him a little, just - just noticing.) "Don't worry so much," she said, looking him straight in the eye, after she pulled away. "Stay and help."

"Oh my god," he said. "You are both so high."

"Don't - Foggy, don't leave," Matt said, and for the first time that night he sounded - distressed.

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...my general feeling is that Foggy, in particular, would have a VERY LOW TOLERANCE for weird superheroing shit, and play the ethical "I will not fuck my best dude friend while he's high on sex pollen!...but he's really hot. and for once this superheroing nonsense hasn't resulted in anybody bleeding out. OH NO FEELINGS, BONER FEELINGS." now i gotta poke it back to the "everybody is high and happy and really, really into touching each others junk" place?

*actually not ashamed of this at all.

(YES. matt is like "nah, i don't want to - to cuddle after our sex pollen thing, THAT WOULD MAKE IT WEIRD, i'll just go sleep it off on the floor"

"yeah THAT'S what would make it weird," karen said, half-asleep already.

"go get him," claire said, poking foggy, and he yelped in mock distress.

"why me? Matt, cut it out, don't make me drag you back here, that's gonna be embarrassing for everybody -"

"shhhhhh," karen said. some of her hair was in claire's mouth. that was okay. it smelled weirdly like apples.

matt hovered by the edge of the bed, hesitating; he looked sleepy and oddly nervous, until in an astonishingly lucky moment of timing, karen grabbed for an arm and foggy tripped him back into bed.

"VICTORY," foggy shouted into a pillow.

"seratonin," claire said, sternly, "the beneficial -" she yawned "-effects of human touch."

"...your sheets are scratchy," matt said, but since he'd already wrapped himself mostly around claire she figured he could take it; just to be safe, she pushed him into the middle, where it would be harder to mount another escape attempt.)

_______

argh

"Why," Foggy asked Claire, sounding worried, "do I want to lick your nipples this much?"

"I know, right?" Karen said dreamily, lifting her head from where she'd been sucking Matt's cock; it stood up stiff and shiny. Matt squirmed. She grinned and drew her fingers up along the length: he shuddered. "You have the prettiest nipples, Claire, I'm jealous," she said, honestly, meeting Claire's eyes, and that was enough to send a little thrill down her spine.

"Oh no, why are you high too," Foggy said. "I cannot be the only responsible adult here, this is not -"

"Stop talking," Karen said, cheerful and bossy, "and come help me?"

"That'd be - okay," Matt said, choked.

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Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork (blah blah)

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Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork (blah blah)

Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork (blah blah)

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