Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
an anon asked:
r u going to write a sex pollen situation where reader gets hit with it?
and i thought that was a great idea!
you're not okay, but you will be. they're all here for you.
->inhuman rex, jay and levine/reader. explicit; contains heat/mating cycles, dubcon/noncon due to sex pollen, mild possessive behavior, gangbang, marathon sex.
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“It’s my turn, right?” Jay says. “I’m pretty sure it is. Levine’s been in there too long. It’s not fair.” He tries to look innocent, almost nonchalant, like he’s just asking about the weather, but Rex doesn’t buy it. He’s perched on the desk Rex is trying to use, the same one Rex told him to get off of five minutes ago, his tail swishing restlessly and smacking Rex in the leg. “Roosting,” Jay calls it. Sitting precariously at the highest elevation in the room to satisfy some deeply-ingrained instinct. He only does it when he’s agitated or pouting.
He’s also as much of a mess as all of them, stinking of sex with little human scratches and bite marks between his scales. He stopped bothering to get dressed between rounds a while ago, and all he’s got on are a pair of boxers. Rex isn’t much better, but he’s trying to keep it together.
“Go tell Levine, then,” Rex says dismissively.
“Levine doesn’t listen to me!” Jay snaps. “You have to tell him.”
“In a minute.”
Jay makes a grating sound, somewhere between a growl and a whine, and drags his claws over the desk petulantly. It’s annoying, but Rex understands. It’s getting to him, too, all the scents and sounds coming from the bedroom down the hall. There’s the musky stench of sex, sweat, and exertion, but above all that, there’s the scent of you. Your tears. Your distress. Your desire. Rex knows all of those smells, but it’s sharper than it’s ever been, irresistible and beckoning. He wants to lose himself in the haze of your need for him, but he has to focus.
His human—their human, as the other two keep reminding him—is unwell. He has a strong memory of the last time all of you spent time together, some strange, sharp aroma permeating the air in an abandoned place. You said you felt sick and left in a hurry. You didn’t answer any of his calls. And when he came to check on you—
“Are you almost done?” Jay whines.
“No, I’m not, and every time you ask, it’s gonna take longer,” Rex mutters. Down the hall, in his bedroom, you’re moaning breathlessly. Rex can just picture how Levine has you, pinned under him in bed with your legs over his shoulders, mostly human as he pounds into your tight heat. Whatever he’s doing, it’s making you gasp and cry, but it isn’t enough. He smells your dissatisfaction, your lust for more. He wants to be there. He wants to fill you. He takes a deep breath and ignores the erection straining in his jeans.
Rex carefully turns the yellowed parchment pages in front of him, trying to distract himself with the musty attic scent permeating the paper. He has a few boxes of his mom’s shit in the attic, things she didn’t care enough about to take with her (like him, he can’t help but think). There are encyclopedias and grimoires so old that no one alive would even recognize the language of the text. No index, unfortunately, so he just has to skim until he finds your symptoms. Not much to be done but help you burn whatever it is out of your system, and he knows that, but he’s more concerned with discovering the culprit.
He wants to find whatever did this. He wants to put it through agonies it never knew existed. He wants it to beg for oblivion, just so he can deny it.
He hears the bedroom door creak open. Your voice fills the hall, begging, weeping for more. “Please, please I can’t—it’s not—I need more, I need—need you, need all of you. Please, it hurts when I’m empty. Please fuck me, fill me up, I want you to cum inside. I need you. Rex—”
Jay jumps back like a startled cat when the desk splinters. Rex curses and starts pacing. He’s slipping bad. He has to take deep breaths, clutch his chest, and make his human heart slow down before he can get his tendrils under control. They want you. They twine together, straining against him to reach into the hall. He swallows hard and gradually, he pulls himself back together.
Levine appears in the open doorway, naked, gleaming with sweat, hair tousled and hanging in his face. He looks like worse shit than usual. He’s slipping, too, his eyes shining. He leaks nightmarestuff and it pools on the ceiling. “Listen,” he says groggily. His voice is wrecked. “I think we need a new strategy.”
“Fuck you and your strategy, it’s my turn,” Jay snaps, but Rex tugs him back with a tentacle before he can leave. Levine’s right. It’s not burning out of you fast enough, and your body isn’t built to handle this kind of strain. Your scent is even stronger now with the bedroom door left wide open, and he can hear how you writhe against the sheets. You’re delirious and rambling, telling them how much you love their cocks and how good you’ll be, how they can use you however they want and you’ll take it all.
“Alright,” Rex says, licking his lips. His tongue is too long, doesn’t feel much like a tongue anymore. He’s losing his sense of his own body, how the human form fits together. He clenches his hands into fists and sinks his nails in hard, makes himself bleed so he has to focus on healing. This isn’t about them. It’s about you. He has to be in control. “Let’s try something else.”
It’s a short walk to the bedroom, no more than a few steps to the end of the hall, but time slows to a crawl when he sees you. His human, curled up in his bed, panting and whimpering with need. You’re face-down, humping one of his pillows like a dog in heat, and he wants to take you like one. Wants to smother your body with his, bite your neck, pull you into the roll of his hips and fuck you deep. Jay swears under his breath when he sees you and that gets your attention, makes you lift your head and look at him with glazed eyes.
“Jay, fuck me,” you beg him, crawling on your hands and knees to the edge of the bed. You almost fall. Rex is closest and catches you, pushes you back into the safety of the pillows. “Rex,” you sigh, and his heart skips a beat. “Want you inside me.” He doesn’t know if he undresses properly, if he can bother to take his clothes off, or if his tentacles rip through them. Either way, he’s undressed and on the bed with you, and you’re nuzzling against his cock. Rex hates to stop you from licking and suckling at the head. He doesn’t, for a little bit, and pretends it’s just so he can gather his thoughts.
“Levine,” he says. The incubus is there suddenly, standing at the side of the bed closest to you. Rex didn’t hear or see him move. “You have another one in you?”
“Do birds fly?” Levine asks him wryly. He kneels on the bed and easily redirects your attention with a hand cupping your chin. “Here, little thing,” he coos, pumping his long, flushed length in front of your face. “Can you take me? All of me?”
“Yes,” you moan. You sound reverent. Without hesitation, you drag your tongue along his shaft from base to tip. Levine groans and tangles a hand in your hair, guiding himself into your mouth. He starts shallow despite your eagerness, just barely thrusting, but you’re shameless. You make obscene sounds sucking on him, saliva dribbling down your chin, and you start trying to take him deeper.
“Slow down,” Levine chides you. He tugs on your hair sharply but it just makes you moan around him. “Don’t rush this.”
You try to go still, but Rex sees you squirming, rubbing your thighs together. He doesn’t have to call Jay, because Jay is already there and trying to squeeze himself onto a bed too small for all of them, pawing at you, trailing kisses down your spine. Somehow, stuffed between Levine and Jay, you still manage to look up and give Rex a pleading look that makes heat rise to his face. “We’ve got you,” Rex murmurs. He brushes your sweat-sticky bangs out of your face. You almost pull off of Levine to lean into the touch.
You make it hard. You won’t sit still. The pillows and blankets end up everywhere, scattered across the floor from the constant awkward shuffle to reposition and your grasping, clinging hands. Jay mounts you like an animal and the quick, dirty grind makes you both cum fast, but it’s not enough. Levine works you with his fingers and you squirm, cry his name and cum all over his hand, but that’s not enough, either. You crawl into Rex’s lap and ride him and he cums twice, his nails sinking into your hips hard enough to draw blood. You don’t stop. You whine as you grind on him and run your hands over his chest.
He lies there bonelessly for a while, watching you get spitroasted between Jay and Levine with muted worry. Jay’s legs are buckling and his moans are getting quieter, almost pained. Levine’s thrusts are weak and robotic. He can’t help but passively feed on all the lust and frenzy you’re throwing off, and now he’s sluggish, so past full that it’s uncomfortable.
And it’s still not enough. You’re not cumming and you’re getting frantic, bucking your hips against Levine and sucking too hard on Jay’s softening length. Your body has to be at its limits. Rex considers all the things he knows that could have done this, and the chance that you’ll remember this in the morning. Doesn’t matter, he decides. He has to do something.
“Come here,” he says. He lets himself slip further, his voice going low, coarse, and commanding. He thinks he hears Jay collapse with a grunt but he doesn’t check. He doesn’t care. All that matters is you, the sway of your body coming towards him, the searing heat in your eyes. He waits until you’re in his arms, straddling him again, to slip even more. He wanted the first time he felt you with his true body to be special. It still will be, he decides. But right now, you need him, and that’s all that matters.
“I want you to close your eyes,” he says. “And don’t open them until I say.” You promise. You swear to him. Anything to get him inside of you faster. He’ll have to cover your eyes for you to make sure. He spreads your legs apart with a tendril wrapped around each, making you gasp at the wriggling, soft sensation. Something that you don’t recognize, that isn’t his cock and yet is, slides between your legs and rubs against your sex. Rex bites his lip so hard it bleeds. There’s no way he can hold his focus through all of this. You feel too good.
“What’re you doing?” Jay’s voice comes from just across the room, but it sounds even more distant. Rex can hear blood rushing through his ears. His flesh changing, his shape reforming. He keeps it restricted to his lower body so the top half is still human, still familiar to you. Easy for you to hold onto. Easy for you to look at with that desperate need. “Dude, you’re slipping—”
“I know,” Rex hisses, and the overhead light bursts in a rain of glass. Fuck, he’s in bad shape. You shiver against him. Rex quickly sweeps the shattered bulb off the bed with another tentacle and distracts you the best he can, caressing your body with his hands and tendrils. “You both need to get over here. Don’t hold back anymore.”
“...dangerous,” Levine murmurs, but he doesn’t disagree. In one smooth movement, he’s next to the bed again and his human skin is gone, consumed in the churning haze of his true form. The both of them crowding around you, caging you between them in their true forms, satisfies something in you. You whimper. You stop squirming and moving on your own. Everything about your body language screams submissive now, and Rex ignores the implications for now, the intentions of whatever set its sights on you, in favor of focusing on how much he wants you.
“Jay?” Rex says. He squeezes your ass, making you arch your back and moan for him. “Thought you were excited for your turn.” It’s cruel to tease him like that, but it’s good motivation. Jay is on his feet and staring at you, the way you shiver and moan as Rex threatens to penetrate you. He’s fully slipped, his tail thicker and longer, short horns poking out of his hairline. He kisses your shoulder and presses himself against your back, grinding against your ass until he’s hard again. You’re so far gone that all you can do is mewl helplessly.
“Thought I’d enjoy this, but I miss how they usually are,” Jay mutters. “Bein’ all mouthy and stuff.” He nibbles at the side of your neck and Rex feels you cum on the squirming length of his tentacle. A good sign, he thinks.
“They’re going to feel awful in the morning,” Levine says, but he’s wrapping cloudy wisps of himself around you anyway, chuckling at the needy noises you make. “It’ll be cute.”
“Focus,” Rex chides them, a useless reminder. You’re the center of the their universe right now. They’re going to get you through this, no matter what it takes.