"So," he says. He hesitates. "It looks like we're going to have some sex." Adam's eyes pop open. "You - don't - have - to – " "Are you fucking kidding me?" Kris doesn't curse, not really, but for Christ's sake- "That better be some token objection. You had better not be serious."

I don't remember the exact prompt, only that it was Sokka/Zuko sex pollen! DO WANT. There was either a reply or at least five comments promising one.

From the same arms dealers that brought you environmentally-friendly nukes, the latest in non-lethal chemical weapons: sex pollen!

I'd like the victim tied up, painfully aroused and unable to relieve it, being teased and tormented by their captor. They try to resist it at first, but eventually end up begging for relief. (Whether they get it or not is up to anon)

Author's choice; author's choice; "It was sex pollen, I swear!"

“Wow, you actually sleep in this stuff?” John asked, staring into Karkat's recuperacoon.