After a close call being exposed to sex pollen in Gotham, Batman insists that he and Superman build up a tolerance to it. It's one of the more unusual first dates Clark has heard of...

Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he'd never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony's own design. What's more, the Avenger's captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive... and very, very attractive.

But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own -- and the truth could change everything.

It happened because Connor put something in his mouth.

Hank didn't see him do it. Even if he had, it was comfortable routine by now: he told Connor not to, or that it was disgusting, or just made a dry-heaving noise, and Connor ignored him and did it anyway. He wouldn't have been able to stop it, not until it was already too late.

Captured on a mission, Illya is exposed to a drug causing intense sexual arousal. Napoleon helps.

(Note: I selected the rape/non-con warning because this trope is inherently dub-conny, and because there is discussion of rape and questionable consent in the story. The sex that occurs in the story is agreed-to by both parties. More details in notes.)

In this story: exquisitely tragic and beautiful Russian romance, James Bond shenanigans, designer drugs with highly specific effects, Steve Rogers’ overactive imagination, a swimming metaphor. Also: a villain has a secret sex room, some assassins join the mile high club, and Captain America punches a shark.

“Sex,” Bucky says thickly. Swallows hard. Sam glances at him.

“What?”

“Hydra was— they knew about MKUltra, right. CIA drug experiments, mind control. They were doing their own experiments. Sex drugs were a logical development, given the Red Room. Ask Romanoff. Shit, I'm pretty sure they tested them out on me a couple of times, my memory from that period is all jacked up but this feels weirdly familiar.”

“Well,” Sam says. “That's great. We've been dosed with Soviet sex drugs. Love my life.”

“It just seems like—it should mean something,” Steve said plaintively.

“Well, I guess it does,” Sam said, after a thoughtful moment. “Means you’re not a virgin anymore.”

Steve is incredibly, inexpressibly grateful to have Bucky back. He is. There is no amount of nightmares, of rage, of grief and alcohol-fuelled fights that can make him anything less than absolutely humbled by the wonder of having Bucky in his life again after losing him, after living without him for three excruciating years.

But.

It’s so selfish he’s a little disgusted with himself. He’s got what’s as close as dammit to a bona fide miracle — and still, every now and then, in the darkest recesses of his mind, he’s not satisfied.