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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 month ago

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You're Safe With Me

Poe Dameron x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 6: Sex Work

Summary: Poe gets captured on a mission and you're the closest to his last location.

A/N: Thank you so much @thexsanctuaryx for betaing!

This prompt was super difficult and I have kind of just done something that vaguely relates to it.

Warnings: resistance!reader, bad guy here is VERY gross, imprisonment, slavery, implied future sex slave, kissing, sex pollen, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 2131

When you’d been told that Poe had run into trouble during a supply run on Tel’Ra you’d expected jail, the first order, him hiding up somewhere with a blaster wound.

You had not been expecting… this.

You’d been the closest to the planet and had found the traders quickly when you landed. Only to find out that there had been a miscommunication somewhere. They had thought Poe was the payment, not the negotiator.

Fucking hell.

You’d spend the better part of the last thirteen manic hours tracking him down, going from trader to trader until you got here, a meeting with the quadrant Tsar.

He was a large Terlion, powerful in his golden armour. He’d greeted you in his native tongue, and you knew enough about the culture of Tel’Ra to reply in basic. If you even said one word in the Tsar’s language then that was all he would speak, and everything would get very messy.

“This… humanoid,” the Tsar formed the word slowly, “He is yours?”

You nod and he pauses.

“I paid good coin for him.”

“So you admit he’s here?” You keep your tone even and calm.

The Tsar smiles and gestures to one of his guards, speaking in Krazel. You understand enough of the language to understand that they’re bringing Poe here.

Relief floods your veins, that was something at least.

“The traders had no right to sell him to you.” You repeat.

“But a trade was made, wasn’t it? You received goods for him?” The Tsar smiles.

“The trade was for Keseun. Not him.” You swallow, the guards in the room make your skin crawl, there were too many. Even if they had been troopers there was no way you could get out of an altercation alive, besides Terlions were large, physically powerful. One alone could snap you in half with two fingers.

You keep your chin held high, they respected confidence, straightforwardness. They wouldn’t attack unless you made a faux pas.

The resistance needed them to stay outwardly neutral to the rebellion. The planet was no fan of the first order, but would trade with anyone that showed respect.

You couldn’t blow this.

“Keseun.” The Tsar repeats, stroking his chin.

“I would offer you the same, for this inconvenience.”

He nods slightly, thinking when the door opens and Poe is pushed into the room.

You try your very best to hide the shock on your face.

You’d assumed that he had been sold as a labourer, or a servant. Not as… not as a…

Your gaze hinges on his scantily clad form, soft thin fabrics and lace and dripped in gold jewellery.

Your mouth dries as heat runs along your skin. That’s when you notice his expression, the relief plasters all over his face as he sees you.

You shake your head ever so slightly, trying to clear your not so pure thoughts, and chastising yourself.

“This is the humanoid?” The Tsar asks, beckoning with his hand. The guard pushes Poe forward to him.

He stumbles slightly, and you see the gold chains are not just for decoration.

“Yes.” You nod.

Now that he’s closer you can see the thin gold bar across his lips, the chain connecting around the back of his head, keeping his mouth closed.

The Tsar touches Poe’s cheek, grabbing hold of the back of his neck when he struggles and flinches away. He chuckles. “He is a spirited one.” He pulls Poe closer, forcing him into his lap and you stand, anger blazing through your veins.

The guards around you tense, but you keep your hands open and away from your weapons.

The Tsar laughs again, waving his hand and the guards relax.

Poe looks at you imploringly, at first you think he is begging for your help. But then you realise he is pleading for you to leave, for you to not get hurt for the sake of him.

“He has quickly become my favourite.” The Tsar grumbles, holding Poe to him, “I will enjoy taking-”

“He is mine.” You snarl, taking a step forward. Oh, this was risky, far too risky, but you don’t know how else to play this.

The Tsar raises an eyebrow, amused “Yours?”

“Mine.” You swallow, you might as well go the whole distance now. “My mate. Mine.”

Poe gives you a confused look as the Tsar freezes, his fingers digging into Poe’s side. This was a faux in Terlion culture, this had implications for the Tsar.

“Your mate.” He repeats and you nod.

“My mate.”

“You did not say this before, why?” There’s anger in his voice.

“I did not want to cause embarrassment over a mistake, however, you touching him and flaunting,” you shake your head, injecting as much rage into your voice as you can to cover the panic. “I cannot stand for it.”

The Tsar’s grip loosens on Poe, but there is fury burning in his gaze. “Humanoids… lie.”

“I am not lying about this-”

“I have no way of knowing if you are other than your word. Which is worth little.”

You clench your jaw to stop it shaking.

“If he is… yours. Then he would pass the test of Seva. He would resist the touch of anyone but you.”

You swallow. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You’d heard of Seva, a plant extract that caused extreme arousal that was banned in half of the galaxy and highly regulated in the other. It had been used in the past to prove the loyalty of royalty’s romantic partners. If someone took it and were truly devoted to their spouse then they would only accept the affections of that person while under the influence. But if they weren’t… well, anyone’s touch would do.

You and Poe weren’t together. This was going to end very, very badly.

“I am insulted that-” You try to argue, but the Tsar cuts you off.

“The test will be taken, and if he goes to you then you may take him from here without payment,” he pauses, “as I will deal with the traders myself, however if he doesn’t crave only your touch, I will keep him and wear your skin as a trophy and nail your tongue to the wall as a warning to other humanoid liars.”

Somehow you keep his gaze. “Very well.”

You were going to be sick. There had to be something, some way out of this. You rack your mind, searching for anything, anything.

A servant brings an ornate pot to the Tsar, bowing as they take off the lid and use a golden spoon to measure a serving of the fine seeds.

The Tsar undoes one of the chains at the back of Poe’s head, finally allowing him to open his mouth. He looks at you, about to say your name.

“It’s alright.” Your voice is soft, even. Somehow sure of itself even if nothing else about you is.

He keeps his shining eyes fixed on you as he opens his mouth and swallows the seeds when offered.

The servant steps back, retreating and the Tsar smiles.

“It will only take a few moments, Seva is strong on humanoids.” He muses, “If he is not yours as you say, I will claim him now to relieve him of its effects.”

Poe shivers, blinking hard. Heat starts to run along his skin, first like a gentle breeze, a caress that is not unwanted.

The Tsar strokes his back amused as Poe shakes his head, trying to clear his quickly clouding vision.

The touch is… nice. Soothing almost. Poe leans back into it, sighing. He needed to do something, there was something he was trying to remember… but his thoughts just wouldn’t hold. Would slip out of his grasp the second he tries to focus.

A weight settles in his stomach, his muscles clenching. He wanted…

The Tsar laughs as Poe sighs, pushing back as he runs the tips of his fingers along his skin. Triumph in his eyes. He takes Poe’s chin and turns him towards himself.

Poe goes with the touch, lightheaded and… he freezes, pain spikes into his chest. There’s a pause, a look of horror on his face before he practically throws himself off the Tsar, and scrambles back. He shakes his head rapidly, his eyes wild and glazed.

The Tsar frowned, about to speak.

“Poe!” You rush forward, panic gripping your chest. “Are you a-”

The second he sees you, relief rushes into his mind, presses solidly into his bones. He grabs hold of you, his skin hot and sweaty, “Baby, baby, baby,” he slurs, practically sobbing as you help him to his feet. Which is easier said than done.

He presses his body against you, whining the second there is a fraction of space.

“Poe, it’s okay,” You soothe, trying to keep him upright.

He buries his face into your neck, shivering and breathing hard. “It hurts.” He whimpers and you hold him tighter.

The Tsar drops to his knees, “A great insult has been cast to you by myself.” The guards all fall to their knees as well.

“I-” Your own gasp cuts you off as Poe kisses your neck, lightly sucking on your skin as he grinds his very obvious erection against your leg.

“I will sort this disservice with the traders, please, I offer any future trades to go directly through me and my house to ensure its standards.”

“Thank you,” you manage to get out, as you grip Poe’s wrists to stop him from undressing you then and there. “There is no ill will, please let me leave you with Keseun as a sign of my appreciation.”

The Tsar nods deeply, “I will accept, and will repay you for your generosity in the future.”

Poe wriggles one hand free, pushing his fingers under your shirt.

“I, thank you,” you bow your head, “I need to be getting back to my ship and-”

Poe kisses your cheek, nipping lightly at your jaw as he tries to press his lips to yours.

“Please,” The Tsar gestures to the side, “Let me show you our hospitality, at least while the effects are still strong in your mate.”

You want to refuse, you want to get the hell out of there. But there’s no way you can get Poe to your ship like this.

You nod and are quickly guided to a lavishly decorated room. You barely get the chance to thank the servant before Poe’s tongue is in your mouth.

It’s dizzying, desperate the way he moves against you, how his hands slide and tug at your clothing. He pushes you back, up against the door.

“Poe– Poe,” You manage to pull yourself away, to resist getting caught up in his warmth. You have no idea how this worked out, maybe Poe had gotten himself together for long enough to throw himself away from the Tsar and to you?

“You okay?” You hold his cheeks, stroking his feverish skin.

“Need you,” he moans, his eyes soft and dilated.

“I’m so sorry.” You mutter. God, you had to find something, do something, knock him out for a few hours until his body worked this out of its system.

“Why? Why? You saved me.” He bites his lip, rubbing his hips against yours.

“Hey, hey, let’s see if we can-”

“I love you, you know that?”

You freeze, your mind blanking out for a second.

“Ever since Heiran. Ever since then, I knew it, I love you.”

“Poe, you’re not thinking straight, the, the S-”

“I should have kissed you on Heiran,” he closes his eyes, pressing his face into your hands and sighing. His skin is burning, desperate for the relief of your touch. “I should have kissed you after, I was scared. Scared you’d reject me…” His eyes are shining when they open, “But you can, you can say no. I won’t…”

He lets out the sweetest sob when you lightly kiss him, moaning into your mouth as you wrap your arms around him and pull him close.

“I should have kissed you on Heiran,” you whisper, “I wanted to.”

He groans, rocking lightly against your legs to take the edge off the deep ache in his stomach. “I…” He bites his lip, it hurts. The weight is so much, too much. All consuming now that he knows you want him to.

“Here, it’s okay,” you turn him around so that his back is flush with your chest. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” You kiss his temple, his skin feverish and sweaty as you slide your hand under the fabric around his waist.

He moans, grabbing hold of you desperately as your fingers touch his velvety length.

“It’s okay.” You soothe as you start to stroke him in earnest. “You’re safe with me.”

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jasmines-library · 1 month ago

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Pollen

WHUMPTOBER DAY 4: prompt: Hallucinations

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Summary: After being snatched by Ivy, she decides to experiment on you with a new type of plant that causes hallucinations.

Warnings: blood, kidnapping, dislocation.

Word count: 1.5k

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You were sure you were dying.

Atleast that’s what it felt like. Your entire body was in agony, burning like a thousand fires blazing with the fury of a God.

It had been days since you had been snatched. As a vigilante, much less one of the Robins, you were very high on the profile list for abduction by Gothams criminals. They seemed to have a thing for you and the rest of your team. Probably because of your links to Batman. They all liked to get back at him. Possibly because they hated you for intervening with their ploys. Most likely because they assumed you were young and naive, and therefore easy to take down. You didn’t go down without a fight. No. But Ivy had managed to get the up on you, using her plants as to overwhelm you. And so there you were. Half dead, tied up in what was practically a greenhouse.

Every wall was scaled by some sort of plant. Green. Red. Pink. You couldn’t really tell anymore. Your vision had sort of just blurred into one and when it hadn’t you hardly had they energy to lift your head to look around you. All you knew was that it was uncomfortably warm; beads of sweat rolled down your face into your eyes and caused your hair to stick to your forehead.

It had been days since you had so much as heard from Posion ivy. Or anyone else for that matter. You were so hungry it hurt. But not as much as the various half healed half oozing wounds that were left gaping open from your fight. You had hardly slept either. Too uncomfortable from where you hung from the wall. You were sure that your shoulders were going to dislocate. If they hadn’t already. Perhaps they had. You don’t rember the pop. Or the pain. But then again….everything was hurting. You weren’t sure what was broken and what was bleeding. Only that it hurt.

Ivy had claimed that she had some ‘special plan’ for you. You weren’t sure what it was, but when criminals say they have something special planned, it never means anything good. And that was….who knows how many days ago. Perhaps her plan was to just leave you there to rot. To decay like one of her forgotten plants. With the way you felt, you were sure you weren’t far off. The other pressing matter was the fact that you were still there. That no one had come to rescue you. At first you were confident. You were absolutely certain that the rest of your team would come bursting through the doors not long after they realised you had been taken. But that window of hope had long closed.

The door slid open with a rattle of chains. In strode ivy, her head held high, heels clicking sharply on the floor as she strode over to you with a proud grin on her face. She seemed to circle you, as though you were a prized flower ready to be pruned. Pinching your chin between her index, middle finger and thumb, she lifted your head from where it had been laying on your chest and forced you to look at her. You tried to scowl at her, looking up at her through your eyebrows in an attempt to intimidate her, but it was more amusing than anything and she just let out a short tut.

“That’s no way to treat your host now, is it?”

“I’d hardly call it hosting” you retorted back through a strained, mumbled breath.

She seemed amused at this. “Now now. I told you I had something special planned, didn’t I?” Ivy said, running a slender finger along your jawline. “You see, I’ve been working on something new and I thought it would be fun to try it on you” she said. “I was actually hoping for one of the boys. But now I’m thinking you’ll do quite nicely”

“The fuck do you want with me?”

“I’ve been experimenting with a new type of plant. The pollen is quite fascinating. A very potent hallucinogenic. And I’m thinking it’ll do quite nicely on you. You’ve seen lots. I’m excited to see what it’ll make that fucked up little brain of yours see.” As she spoke, Ivy seemed to be fiddling with something that you couldn’t quite see. When she stepped closer to you, you could see the plant she had clearly been talking about. It was a strange looking flower. Orange with dainty petals. But a deadly pollen. You could already see the spores in that one singular plant; but as she manipulated it to grow and surround you completely, you began to feel their effects almost immediately. At first you felt light headed. And then, Ivy was completely gone.

The first thing your brain conjured up was yourself. It was like you were looking into a mirror. You could see yourself hanging, feet barely touching the ground as you struggled to gain leverage, blood dried and crusted across your skin. But then, your likeness soon merged into Damian, the youngest of your team whom you felt very protective towards. You let out a gasp, struggling forwards to reach him. He was in pain. You could tell from the twisted expression on his face and his cries that cut right through you.

“Dami-“ you struggled, trying to get to him. You hated seeing him in pain. Hated nothing more than hearing his cried. “Dami—“

The hallucination played out in front of you cruelly. The pollen making you completely oblivious to the fact that what you were seeing was in fact, not real.

It wasn’t long before the hallucination changed again. But it was equally as distressing as before. This time it was not one of your team, but it was the joker himself, looming over you with a twisted grin. And you felt the pain and he advanced on you. You weren’t sure if you screamed or not.

No one knew how long the hallucinations had been playing out when they finally found you. Dick and Jason flung the door open and Tim quickly detained Ivy. You were a crying, whimpering mess. Clearly distressed as well as bloody and bruised. You were in a state that none of them had ever wished to see you in and they cursed themselves for not reaching you sooner. Jason approached you cautiously, trying to get your attention. But your eyes stared vacantly ahead, your face painted with an expression of pain. Fear. When Jason reached out a hand to touch you, you practically screamed.

“Hey hey- it’s me. It’s Jason. It’s us.” He tried to say, but your breath came quickly as your eyes darted across the room. You were terrified, that was to say the least. Jason wasn’t even certain if you could see him or not. Your eyes just sort of stared past him.

“Is she…..” Damian spoke rather fearfully.

Dick studied you carefully, cringing at the painful sight of your shoulders and how they practically popped out of their sockets. He noticed you reacting to things around them, but not to them.

“Hey, kiddo…..” dick approached you. “Whatever you’re seeing it’s not real, okay?” He reached out and placed a gentle hand on your face. “It’s not real. But we are. Okay. We’re here. We’re real. It’s me. And jay and Tim and Dami. Okay? We’re real….just look at me….”

Hesitantly, your eyes did manage to tear away from the horrors your mind had created and to find his face. Your eyes watched him. His hand. How it cupped your face with a tenderness that the hallucinations had all lacked.

“…..Dick…..?” You mumbled.

The four boys let out a breath. “Yeah sweetheart. It’s us. We’re gonna get you out of here okay?”

“…….okay….” You agreed quietly. Once you said that, Dick wrapped his arms around you to support you as Tim worked on releasing your arms from their holds. You let out a whimper as your arms were freed.

“I know…I know” Jason said, smoothing your hair away from your face as Dick scooped you up “we’ve got you now, sweetheart. We’re real. We’re gonna get you some help.”

Jason’s words were comforting and they cut over the raucous of your hallucinations.

“We’re sorry it took us so long to find you kiddo….so, so sorry….” Tim said lowly to you as they began to hurry you out of the door and towards the Batmobile so they could rush you back to the cave. You would likely need some sort of antidote or way to flush the spores from your system. “We got you..:and were never letting you go again”

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<- DAY THREE. ⛤ DAY FIVE ->

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ineffabildaddy · 6 months ago

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creature of mine (E, 21k) - a good omens fic | words by ineffabildaddy, art by omens_for_ophelia

"Dunno why, but s'not working this time. M'not resssponding to it." Crowley's eyes flickered with something entirely unreadable. "I need a warm body." "I see." "Can't even use my fingers properly with these bloody claws. Still, feels better to have something warm, something moving." Aziraphale attempted to make sense of Crowley's words, his head pounding viciously. A warm body. "Would you like me to... hold you again?" Crowley smiled, open-mouthed and beastly. His fangs glistened in the darkness. "Need you to fuck me, angel." Or: Aziraphale buys Crowley a snake plant, hoping to please Crowley with the appealing smell of its flowers. Its effects on Crowley are far more extreme than Aziraphale anticipated, and it’s down to him to face them head-on.

Created by @omens-for-ophelia and me for the High Pollen Count! Good Omens Sex Pollen event 2024, moderated by the ineffable @adverbian @malachitegrey @voluptatiscausa. We hope you enjoy it!

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sizzlingstarlightsky · 1 month ago

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*Can I Lick You

Kinktober 2024: Sex Pollen

Azriel x Eris

word count: 3000

cw: mlm, 69, filthy nasty animalistic gay sex, sex pollen

"You picked these for me?" Eris's eyes widened with surprise as Azriel presented the bouquet.

His smoldering gaze held a softness he hadn't seen before, a stark contrast to the usual shadows that danced in the depths of his pupils.

"I did," he replied, his voice low and gentle. "These are from the forest. I thought they might bring a touch of color to your chamber."

Eris' eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion flickering across his face. "Which forest?"

"The one that borders the Winter Court." Azriel said, his expression unreadable. "They're unlike any I've seen before, with petals as vibrant as the fire in your eyes."

Eris took the bouquet with trembling hands, the scent of the flowers immediately filling his senses with something both sweet and musky.

"They're Erica Canaliculata," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "They're not just any ordinary flowers, Azriel."

"Ah," Azriel said with a knowing smile, "but you are not just any ordinary High Fae."

Eris couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through his chest at his mates words.

The fragrance grew stronger, and he felt a peculiar tingling sensation along his skin.

"They're known for their... sex pollen," Eris said, the heat rising in his cheeks. "It's a rare and potent aphrodisiac. Only blooms in Autumn and only under specific conditions."

Eris tried to keep his voice even. "They say breathing it can stir the most primal desires in a Fae."

His breath caught in his throat, and he took a step back, trying to put some distance between him and the bouquet.

"Let's get these out of here," Azriel said firmly, his shadows darkening.

Without another word, he marched to the open window of Eris's chamber and hurled the bouquet into the night, the petals fluttering away on the cool Autumn breeze.

But it was too late. He had already inhaled the potent fragrance. A strange warmth spread through his body, and his own desire flared to life.

He turned back to Eris, whose eyes had gone dark with need.

"We need to cleanse the room," Eris managed to say, his voice thick with arousal.

"Agreed," Azriel murmured, walking over to Eris. He cupped his cheek, thumb gently caressing his flushed skin. "But first, let's make sure we're both...comfortable."

Eris's breath hitched as Azriel's textured hand slid down to his neck, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw before his fingertips danced over the top button of Eris's shirt.

With a deft twist, the button popped open, revealing the pale skin beneath. Eris felt his heart race in his chest, the throb of his pulse echoing in his ears.

"I need to get these off," Azriel murmured, his eyes darkening as he took in Eris's state. His own shirt was discarded in an instant, revealing the sculpted muscles and tattoos that adorned his torso.

Eris nodded, his own hands fumbling with the fastenings of his pants. His shirt fell to the floor, and he gasped as the cool air brushed against his overheated skin.

The room felt as if it was shrinking, the walls closing in on them as the scent of the sex pollen lingered, a pheromone-laden haze that seemed to thicken the very air they breathed.

"Let me help you," Azriel purred, his eyes never leaving Eris's.

He stepped closer, his bare chest brushing against Eris's, sending a shockwave of need through him.

Eris's hands stilled, allowing Azriel to take over. With a grace that belied the urgency in his movements, Azriel unbuckled Eris's belt and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down to expose his throbbing arousal.

But Eris's gaze was drawn to something else - the majestic wings that framed Azriel's body, the leathery skin glistening in the moonlight.

The desire to touch them, to feel their softness against his own skin, was overwhelming. He reached out tentatively, his hand trembling as it approached the arch of the nearest wing.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Azriel's question was a low growl, his eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and something else - something that sent a thrill down Eris's spine.

"You're the one that drugged me." Eris wimpered.

"Not drugged," Azriel corrected, his voice a sensual rumble. "Aroused. And I intend to satisfy that craving."

With a swift motion, Azriel scooped Eris into his arms, the wings enveloping them both like a warm blanket.

Eris gasped as Azriel carried him to the bed, laying him down with a gentle grace that seemed at odds with the fierce need in his eyes. The mattress dipped under their combined weight, the fabric of the bedclothes cool against Eris's feverish skin.

"I want to taste you," Azriel breathed, his eyes raking over Eris's body.

Eris's breath hitched as he watched Azriel kneel beside the bed, his gaze lingering on Eris's aching cock.

He couldn't help but shiver with anticipation as the winged faerie leaned in, his mouth watering at the sight of Eris's erection.

"So beautiful," Azriel murmured, his breath warm against Eris's skin.

"Please," Eris begged, his eyes glazed with desire. "I need to taste you too."

"As you wish," Azriel smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He stood up from the bed, his erection bobbing with every step he took closer to Eris.

Eris's breath hitched as he watched Azriel position himself. The Shadowsingers legs straddled his face, his thighs like bronze pillars on either side of him.

Eris could feel the heat radiating from Azriel's body, the scent of his desire thickening the air. He reached up, his hands ghosting over the smooth, taut muscles of Azriel's thighs, before coming to rest on the firm mounds of his ass.

With a low growl, Azriel lowered himself, his erection nudging at Eris's eager mouth. Eris's eyes rolled back in his head as the velvety tip brushed against his lips, the taste of him already driving him wild.

He opened his mouth, welcoming Azriel in with a hungry groan. The taste was like nothing he'd ever experienced before - musky and sweet, a heady combination that made his own need spike.

He took Azriel in deep, his tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive underside of his cock.

Azriel's grip on the bed frame tightened, his wings fluttering with the effort to stay still.

Eris reveled in the power he held, the way Azriel's body responded to his every touch.

He could feel the tension coiling in the faerie's muscles, the way he quivered with every suck and lick.

But Eris's own need was demanding attention, his cock aching for the same kind of worship.

Without a word, Azriel positioned himself over Eris's waist, aligning their bodies so that their erections met in a delicious kiss.

Azriel eagerly took Eris into his mouth, the feeling of the other's warm, wet heat enveloping him sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine. His skilled lips moving in perfect tandem with Eris's movements.

The sound of their muffled moans filled the room as they pleasured each other, the scent of arousal mixing with the lingering musk of the sex pollen.

The sensations were exquisite, each suck and swirl of their tongues echoing between them, a symphony of desire that grew more intense with every passing moment.

Eris could feel the tension building in his balls, the pressure rising like a crescendo. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

The Shadowsingers eyes squeezed shut as Eris worked his magic.

Each stroke of his tongue along the shaft sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but rock his hips, fucking Eris's mouth in a silent demand for release.

"You're so good," Azriel groaned, his voice a hoarse whisper. "So, so good."

Eris's own breath grew ragged as he felt the cock in his mouth swell, the taste of Azriel's precum coating his tongue.

He knew his mate was close, could feel the tension in the muscles of his thighs and the tightness of his ass.

He redoubled his efforts, eager to taste the release he knew was coming.

But Azriel had other plans.

With a sudden, almost violent jerk, he pulled out of Eris's mouth and flipped their positions, pushing Eris onto his back.

Eris's cock bobbed in the cool air for a moment before Azriel's mouth descended upon it, his tongue swirling around the tip before taking him in deep.

The abrupt change in angle and the intensity of Azriel's sucking had Eris's toes curling into the sheets, his moans echoing through the room.

The Shadowsingers hands roamed over Eris's body, his thumbs teasing his nipples into tight peaks.

Eris arched his back, silently begging for more. His hands found purchase in Azriel's hair, guiding him, urging him deeper.

The sensations were overwhelming, the scent of the sex pollen in the air amplifying his every thought and feeling.

"Fuck, yes," Eris gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head.

The Shadowsingers hands slid down Eris's torso, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin of his stomach before coming to rest on his High Lords leaking cock.

The sensation of Azriel's mouth and hands was too much, the pressure in his balls unbearable. He could feel his climax building, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to shatter him.

"I'm going to come," Eris warned, his voice barely above a whisper.

The only response was a muffled groan from Azriel as he took Eris even deeper into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing with each suck.

Eris threw his head back, the pleasure so intense he could feel it in his toes.

With a strangled cry, he released, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot into Azriel's eager mouth.

Azriel swallowed greedily, not a drop escaping him, his eyes never leaving Eris's face.

But the relief was short-lived.

The potent pollen still lingered in the air, and with each breath, the ache between Eris's legs grew stronger. He reached down to stroke himself, but Azriel's hand was there first, warm and calloused, taking over the task.

Eris's eyes flew open, meeting the intense gaze of his mate.

"More," Eris whimpered, his body trembling with the need for release.

"I know," Azriel murmured, his own desire palpable in the air as he continued to stroke Eris's cock with a firm, steady rhythm.

The scent of the Erica Canaliculata had permeated the room, their bodies, their very beings.

Eris's hips began to buck against Azriel's hand, his need growing with every passing moment.

"Fuck me," Eris pleaded, his voice a desperate whine. "Please, I can't take it anymore."

Azriel's eyes gleamed with understanding and need. He didn't bother with further preamble. He kissed Eris deeply, their tongues dancing together as he reached for the oil on the bedside table.

He knew Eris was tight, knew he'd need to prep him thoroughly if he was going to take him without pain.

The thought of being inside him, feeling the warm embrace of his body, was all-consuming.

He broke the kiss and positioned himself between Eris's legs, his eyes never leaving Eris's face.

The High Lord's cheeks were flushed, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he watched Azriel coat his own fingers with the slick substance.

Eris's gaze dropped to his hand, watching as he slid one, then two digits into his mouth, sucking them clean. Holding the lube in his mouth.

The sight was obscene, and Eris's cock twitched in response, already begging for more.

With a wicked smile, Azriel leaned over Eris's body, his wings casting shadows across the bed as he lowered his mouth to the puckered entrance of his ass.

He could feel Eris's tension, the tightness of his muscles as he anticipated the invasion.

But instead of pushing in, he spat out the lube, the warm liquid pooling in the cleft of his cheeks.

Eris gasped as the warmth spread over his hole, the sensation surprisingly erotic.

"Ready?" Azriel whispered, his voice a dark promise.

Eris nodded, his eyes glazed with need.

He felt the tip of Azriel's cock press against his entrance, and he couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped his lips.

"Yes sir."

Azriel was gentle at first, his hips rocking in shallow thrusts that had Eris begging for more. The pain was there, a sharp contrast to the pleasure, but the sex pollen had dulled it to a sweet ache that only served to fuel his desire.

With each push, Azriel stretched him wider, filling him inch by inch until he was seated fully inside.

Eris's legs trembled, his nails digging into the bedclothes as he adjusted to the feeling of fullness.

"Are you okay?" Azriel asked, his voice thick with lust.

"More," Eris panted, his eyes never leaving Azriel's.

He began to move in earnest, his strokes long and deep.

Eris's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed as the Shadowsinger claimed him.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and the occasional gasp of pleasure.

The mattress groaned beneath them. Eris's legs wrapped around Azriel's waist, his heels digging into the firm muscles of his back, urging him deeper with each thrust.

"You're so tight, so perfect," Azriel groaned, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm that had Eris seeing stars.

"Do you like that, High Lord?"

"Y-yes," Eris stuttered, his voice breaking on the word as Azriel hit just the right spot.

"More, please. Fuck me harder, I need it."

"As you command," Azriel growled, his own desire mirroring Eris's.

He picked up his pace, his cock slamming into Eris with a ferocity that was matched only by the fierce love in his eyes.

"Oh fuck," Eris moaned. "Tell me how much you want me, how much you need this."

"I want to claim every inch of you," Azriel rasped, his hips driving into Eris without mercy.

"Your body was made for me to fuck, to fill."

Eris's eyes snapped open at the words, the raw need in Azriel's voice sending a fresh wave of arousal through him.

He felt the cock inside him thicken, the head brushing against his prostate with every thrust.

"Please," Eris begged, his voice a desperate whisper. "Fuck me harder, claim me. I need to cum."

The animalistic lust in Eris's voice was all the encouragement Azriel needed.

He growled low in his throat, his eyes flashing with a wild hunger that sent a shiver down Eris's spine. Azriel snapped his hips forward, his cock driving into Eris with a ferocity that was almost painful. But it was the sweetest agony Eris had ever felt.

He could feel the Shadowsingers muscles tense and release with each thrust, the power of his wings shivering through the air. It was as if they were two beasts in the throes of mating, driven by instinct and desire alone.

"Look at me," Azriel demanded, his voice a gravelly whisper.

Eris obeyed, his eyes locking onto the fierce gaze that held his own. The intensity in those eyes was almost too much to handle, a storm of emotions that made his heart race even faster.

"Look at me as you cum my Lord."

The words sent Eris over the edge.

His orgasm hit him like a bomb, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum that painted his chest and abs with white streaks.

The Shadowsingers eyes widened in surprise before a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction settled on his face. He watched Eris come apart, his own need spiraling out of control.

"You're so beautiful," Azriel murmured, his hips never slowing as he continued to fuck Eris through his climax.

The High Lord's body shuddered with each powerful stroke, his eyes never leaving Azriel's as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm going to...I'm going to..." Eris panted, his breath coming in quick, sharp gasps.

"That's it," Azriel encouraged, his own voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"Cum for me again, my love."

"Yes," Eris hissed, his body bowing off the bed as he felt the beginnings of his third orgasm.

"Yes, I'm... I'm... "

He couldn't form the words as his climax hit him, harder and more intense than before.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the sound of their muffled cries and the slap of their bodies coming together.

Eris's ass clamped down on Azriel's cock, the muscles spasming around him as the Shadowsingers seed filled him once again.

But even as Eris's body began to relax, the need didn't abate.

The sex pollen still lingered in the air, a seductive whisper that demanded more.

More.

Much more.

Im so excited to share this one! Tried to get it done for Eris week but it wouldn't have lived up to my expectations 🙃

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adverbian · 7 months ago

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“Zenith” by @edosianorchids : a Good Omens fic

written for the High Pollen Count Good Omens Sex Pollen Event 2024

Explicit; 4399 words; 1/1 chapters

Summary

A pressed flower in a book causes both Crowley and Aziraphale to have unfamiliar physical urges. They decide to have sex, but there’s one problem—neither of them has a clue what they’re doing.

Read it on AO3!

Thanks to @edosianorchids for writing the very first fic for the High Pollen Count event!

This fic has everything: Smut, humor, sweetness, and ace-spectrum husbands!

Go and enjoy it! 😊

Event AO3 collection: High Pollen Count (Good Omens Sex Pollen Event 2024)

(Thanks to my co-moderators @voluptatiscausa and @malachitegrey !)

#good omens high pollen count 2024 #good omens sex pollen event 2024 #good omens fanfiction #good omens #sex pollen

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naegleria-nfowleri · 7 months ago

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For this year's Good Omens High Pollen Count event, pilatesandpinot and I had been collabing on a Greek mythology fic. It was such a great pleasure to work with one of my favorite writers!

Today we are posting our fill! Pls consider checking it out if it piques your interest 💙💙💙

Aphrodisia (E, 4298 words)

Nymph Aziraphale and dryad Crowley are in Paphos for the Aphrodisia festival, where they partake in drinks, oysters, dreams, and some lovely pollen-fueled sex. (2 uncensored NSFW pics are embedded in the fic)

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graciereadshannigram · 6 months ago

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hey fam, welcome to the May 2024 roundup of the best hannigram fics i've read this past month! i read several million words worth of fics, and these were the cream of the crop. i also managed to rewatch the show for the fifth time!! (unemployment has its perks lmao)

as a reminder: the ingredients for a five star rating typically (but not always!!) include some combination of a.) believable characterizations of both Hannibal and Will, b.) compelling plot and/or character arcs, and c.) high quality smut.

that being said, my judgment of the aforementioned ingredients is powered almost exclusively by vibes. as such, it is incredibly subjective.

you can find past rec lists below:

February March April

and if you have any recs of your own for me, PLEASE SHARE.

anyway, in no particular order, let's go!

Overcoming by purefoysgirl

Word Count: 547.5k Summary: A Victorian A/B/O romance in which Hannibal Lecter is the future Duke of Westvale who has been away at war for the past ten years. His Grandfather has made good on a contract made shortly after Hannibal's birth to procure him a wife. It was supposed to be easy. Naturally, with the Omega, Will, given in the place of his twin sister, it is anything but, because if there is one thing Hannibal Lecter despises, it's Omegas.

This fic had me holding back tears when it ended (after sobbing a couple different times). This was... incredible. What a fucking UNDERTAKING this author committed to, and despite this being a doorstopper of a fic, the plot did not miss a single beat. Just... wow. For the love of god, please read this.

Falls the Shadow by littlesystems

Word Count: 72.4k Summary: "You're a psychiatrist," Will says. "Between your personal and professional lives you must have met thousands of people, you must know dozens of different flavors of pathology. Do you know anyone who would take me as I am? Who would be able to love me," he gestures in a sweeping motion, from his messy hair to his stained knee, "just as I am?" "I do." Bedelia's words shock Will into stillness. “Really?” AKA an AU where Bedelia is Will’s psychiatrist instead of Hannibal, Will makes a series of increasingly questionable life choices, and no one should ever take Bedelia’s advice. Ever.

GIMME MORE STARSSSSSSSS. Bedelia as Will's psychiatrist was brilliant, holy shit. And Will understanding Hannibal and completely accepting him? This is something I see so rarely done in fics. Will always makes him be a lot less manipulative, or at least goes through heavy angst over it. But in this? Will was immediately endeared because that's just who Hannibal is.

Bram Stoker's HANNIBAL by DBMars

Word Count: 586.7k Summary: Love Never Dies. "I have crossed oceans of time to find you." Hannibal + Bram Stoker's Dracula + the classic novel = a new version of the seductive vampire legend. Count Hannibal Lecter loses the thing most precious to him -- the love of his life. God is beyond measure in wanton malice, and matchless in his irony. And so Hannibal renounces God, and becomes an immortal monster that feeds on the blood of the living. 400 years after losing his beloved, Count Lecter meets a man who looks exactly like the husband he lost -- reborn and returned. But who could learn to love a monster?

@dbmars you are a fucking genius. I am honestly still processing and figuring out how to communicate just how amazing this fic was. Do yourself a favor and go read it NOW.

the book of jonah by zipegs

Word Count: 18.1k Summary: A sudden breath of hot wind presses through the trees. For a moment, it feels fresh, alive, and then the dust—the pollen—comes along with it, a parasite hitched on the back of the breeze. Will is ravenous. --- After the fall, Will and Hannibal sojourn in a remote, decrepit cabin in South America while they await Chiyoh’s return. But something here is afflicting them, and it’s only getting worse.

Okay, bear with me. THIS WAS FUCKING AMAZING. I haven't felt this way after consuming a piece of media since I watched Guillermo del Toro's The Autopsy episode. Psychological horror mixed with body horror mixed with smut??? I guess that does it for me. I literally can't stop thinking about this fic. It's been two weeks and I am STILL thinking about it.

Wrong by HotMolasses (@snazzymolasses here on tumblr)

Word Count: 4.2k Summary: Will roughly rubbed his arm across his mouth again, trying to rub it off. Rub off the scent of Alana, after they’d kissed. After she’d kissed him. Or he’d kissed her? It was mutual. Until it wasn’t. Until Will breathed in her scent, so familiar, so Alpha, so…wrong. He’d pulled back forcibly, unable to hide the expression of revulsion on his face. “I…I need to go.” he said, sweeping his coat off the back of a chair on his way towards the door. “Lock up when you leave.” The weather was crap, and it probably wasn’t smart to drive in the snow while he was in pre-heat, but Will didn’t know what else to do. He needed to figure this out, he needed to talk to the only person who understood him. He needed to talk to Hannibal.

So ummmmmmm what do I need to do to turn this into like a whole AU?? As always, this was a total home run. Every single bit of it was perfect.

as soft, as wide as air by BlackKnightSatellite

Word Count: 193.9k Summary: After surviving the fall, Will finds he has far fewer hesitations about joining Hannibal than he would have guessed. Character death, but not Will or Hannibal.

Well shit. I read this immediately after a full rewatch of the show (in four days no less) and THIS is my new season 4 canon. It's brilliant and actually reads like a proper season would. And I love how it gives all the characters a concluded story line. Aside from Will and Hannibal. I also loved how much this explored Will's instability and how his mental state would be affected after he finally slung off all the guilt and allowed himself to fully enjoy killing. All around very good.

The Dispersal Method by @victorineb

Word Count: 16.9k Summary: It’s a normal fall day in the forest for Will Graham. Dead body in front of him, cannibal psychiatrist behind him, the usual. Then Will brushes against the wrong flower, and suddenly neither he nor Hannibal can keep their hands off each other. Now, Will must navigate his way out of the crime scene and Jack’s scrutiny while also trying not to jump Hannibal’s bones at every opportunity. Well, one out of three ain’t bad. Set nebulously in s2, post-Will's release from the BSHCI. Will’s a conflicted honeypot, Hannibal’s a (not-so) secretly-besotted asshole, and nobody has brought enough lube.

THIS IS THE BEST SEX POLLEN I'VE EVER READ. Seriously. The BEST out of pretty much any fandom (at least so far).

Between the Shadow and the Soul by raiast

Word Count: 48.7k Summary: When Will decides to stop taking his suppressants neither he nor Hannibal can deny the attraction between them. After nearly a decade of running from his biology, Will is faced with his primitive Omega urges full force. As if navigating his hormones wasn't enough, there is a killer at large with a very specific motive that seems to only be targeting preteen boys.

This might be my new favorite ABO fic? And one of the better case fics out there.

Sleepover by EarthsickWithoutYou

Word Count: 70k Summary: Set in Season 1, after "Fromage." Will is still confused about his kiss with Alana and seeks romantic advice on how to date and be more "smooth" from Hannibal. Little does he know that Hannibal is madly, passionately obsessed with him, and desperately jealous. Needless to say, Dr. Lecter is all too happy to teach Will everything he knows about love and dating.

This was pretty fluffy, tender, and fun, and it was exactly what I needed after finishing a heavier fic

Alana Finds Out by @victorineb

Word Count: 32.1k Summary: A series of one-shots in which Alana Bloom discovers, in the midst of various tropes, that her boyfriend Hannibal Lecter's feelings for Will Graham run far deeper than friendship. Basically a chance for Alana to shout at the pair of emotionally-repressed idiots whilst still indulging in much Hannigram loveliness.

Oh I loved all of this. This scratched that itch in my brain that loves when Alana realizes that Hannibal has wanted Will all along. And some of these one-shots are genuinely hysterical. Love.

Doctor's Orders by JSinister32

Word Count: 29.2k Summary: “He’s dead on his feet, Jack. I do not understand how you allowed him to come when he’s so obviously ill. There have been too many hours in service of your needs, so many that it seems to have affected any sleep that he may have gotten over the past few weeks. From what you and I have discussed, he has a difficult time shutting his mind down under the best of circumstances and this case today has clearly gotten to him.” The doctor stepped closer to the profiler, peering into his eyes as Will tried to focus. “Will? Can you hear me?” Will Graham has never been particularly good at taking care of himself. When he comes down with a severe cold while working on a string of murders, the new psychiatrist on retainer, Doctor Hannibal Lecter, offers to care for him. Will he be able to keep his feelings in check while Hannibal is in his home? Hannibal Lecter can't get the profiler working for the Violent Crimes unit out of his mind. When given the opportunity to care for him when he's ill, will his feelings for the other man come to light?

TENDER. I want like 70k more words of this. Especially Hannibal putting Jack in his place. Especially Hannibal washing Will's hair. Mmm. There's just something so good about Will letting Hannibal take care of him.

The First Condition of Immortality is Death by OneHandedBooks

Word Count: 92.5k Summary: Hannibal’s heart stopped for the first time after he’d dragged himself and Will out of the frigid ocean onto the rocky shore at the bottom of the bluff.

Oh this was GOOD. Very tender, good characterizations, and loved how Will's hallucinations were portrayed. This was just all a really good exploration of how their relationship could have progressed. This author also is incredibly good at showing the scenes in a way that I could watch them unfold in my head. This felt like a crystal clear movie.

What Do The Dead Know? by OneHandedBooks

Word Count: 7.6k Summary: He looks up at her, haloed by the sun. She could be anyone. No one. St. Abigail, patron of lilies and last chances. AU: What if Will joined Hannibal willingly after the Uffizi Gallery and they shared a few tense weeks in the world before Mason's men finally ran them down? In which Will writes, hallucinates, and succumbs to the dark side and Hannibal is a manipulative, brainwashing, bastard.

cw: Abigail/Will. But does it really count if it's a dream sequence? Regardless, this was something else, off the charts, big fan. The author NAILED the hallucinatory vibe that made this entire fic work so so well. Also, just Will working through his grief for Abigail this way made it that much more intense.

chimera of the chapel by bleakmidwinter

Word Count: 211.5k Summary: When Will Graham wakes up from a coma three months after the fall, Jack reveals that Hannibal Lecter didn't survive. Outside the realm of Hannibal's influence, Will decides to discover the full truth behind the world's sudden and seeming falsehood. Everybody seems to hold their own opinion on Hannibal's fate, but Will knows better than anyone that trust and honesty are as elusive as death.

The "presumed dead" trope might just be my new obsession. I adored this fic so much, the plot was incredible, the development of their relationship was spot on, and there were just some very tender moments.

wear my silence like a mask by bleakmidwinter

Word Count: 32.k Summary: After running into Hannibal at a Bass Pro Shop, Will is invited to a Masquerade Ball at his estate. Jack encourages him to attend for an opportunity to catch the Ripper. Extenuating circumstances tempt Will down an even graver path; Romance with the Ripper.

Three words: masked anonymous sex. That's all.

The Voices and the Shadows by darlinghogwarts, MaddyHughes

Word Count: 114.6k Summary: “The Chesapeake Ripper? The serial killer? That's a grisly thing to find at the bottom of a drink. Most people say oblivion ...or possibly sex.” Hannibal sips his wine again. “Why are you thinking about a murderer on your birthday, Will? Is it part of your degree?” “He is a part of my degree by my own choice. My supervisor didn’t approve, but…” He sighs. “I insisted.” AU where Will—a Masters student studying the Chesapeake Ripper—gets drunk on his birthday and meets an intriguing man at the bar.

Man, I wish I had had Hannibal as my thesis supervisor in grad school, hot damn. (Mine was pretty much too busy to help with anything, ended up doing it all myself – would not recommend.) This was was damn near perfect. I needed some good old fashioned angst. With a good and fluffy ending. This was a good AU!

Chasing Thoroughbreds by HigherMagic

Word Count: 42.8k Summary: After the fall, Chiyoh rescues Will and Hannibal and takes them to the Lecter home in Lithuania. When Hannibal wakes up, his memories of everything - Will, being the Ripper, everything since Mischa's death - are gone. Will's only problem with that is that killing Hannibal won't be nearly as satisfying if he doesn't understand why. Wrestling with his own feelings, or what's left in the tattered mess of them after the fight with Dolarhyde, Will stays, hoping that Hannibal will recover and give him the opportunity he's waiting for. But there are others who remember what Hannibal did, all those years ago, and they have their own bone to pick.

Ugh pretty sure I love almost everything HigherMagic writes and this did not disappoint. This was fantastic. I was absolutely captivated by Will's development through this and Hannibal was just as good.

Volto Larva by TreacleA

Word Count: 39k Summary: Will is having trouble unwinding after work. Hannibal helpfully suggests somewhere that may assist with that, with absolutely no ulterior motive whatsoever.

So ummmm I'm still blushing (in the best way) over parts of this fic because FUCK this is scorching. Anyway. That's all I've got to say LOL.

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