#pumpkinpoes

[fallofthehouseofglittter]

TELL ME ABT UR OC BOY PLEASE

OH HI THERE BESTIE

I assume you mean the little ginger gremlin I'm always talking about so here it goes

Two different picrews because I don't have any art of his handy

Okay so for starters he was my friend's DnD character that I kidnapped and made my best boyo, my silly rabbit, my poor little meow meow

His full name is Hernet Lysander Winz of the Fire Clan, he's a wizer (a homebrew race from my friend's DnD setting) and he's a menace to society at large. When he was a toddler his mom got arrested and sentenced to death for high treason and his father was either banished or died, he doesn't know and doesn't care. He was raised by his father's family, alongside his twin cousins, Leon and Leona.

His people are basically a xenophobic cult so Hernie grew up hating everything and everyone who isn't a wizer, until he got banished and actually saw how the world works, befriended people and even fell in love with a half elf, the race he hated the most as a kid.

See, he's a nerd, a wizard, an artificer and an inventor, he's basically what would happen if Edward Elric and Natsu Dragneel had a child together. He's scary powerful, touch starved, loyal to a fault, has a hair-trigger temper and has the fashion sense of a colorblind 12yo

Also he's very short for human standards (1,58m) but he's outrageously tall compared to other wizers, that range between 1,30 and 1,50

He's the kind of bisexual who was fully convinced he was gay until he fell in love with a girl. And then he was suffering because he thought he wasn't really bi since he was also having the hots and the feels for another friend of theirs, until he 1) found out that she was also in love with said friend and 2) was introduced to the concept of polyamory

Also wizers are extremely attuned to their native elements and his is fire, so his fire magic is way above the regular standard of power and he has the side effect of always being very warm, so his gf usually uses him as a heat pack

And his bf is the party's doctor so he's the one picking Hernet up by the scruff like a naughty kitten at 3am and putting him in bed whether he wants it or not

He's addicted to coffee, to energy drinks and to shiny new things he can poke and prod

Also he literally invented wifi in his world so there's that

And he's very, very, VERY squishable if you ask his partners

[brynnmclean]

I want you to know I just read some of your cassian/melshi ficlets this morning and when I saw it was you I thought "oh of course its you" like yeah that makes sense

I'm choosing to take this as a compliment!!!!! If I can be recognized by vibes, writing style, and/or Friendly Exes then that is cool!!!!

(ficlets are here for anyone wondering what on earth we're discussing)

[velvetmel0n]

fuck marry kill, poe dameron, din djarin, and finn 👀?

THIS IS HOW IM WELCOMED BACK?!

Fuck Finn, marry Din, DIVORCE Poe because being with a rebel is stressful but reconcile and get back together in like a year or two after everyone's cooled off and realized oh shit oh no I still love them help

[dameronalone]

URGE TO CHANGE MY URL TO SPIDERRMAN2099 IS SO STRONG RN

[dameronscopilot]

tender

Poe Dameron x f!reader

Summary: You're miserable when you wake up overwhelmed by the ache of period pains, but Poe does his best to make you feel better—in more ways than one.

Word Count: 1.7k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, PERIOD SEX, fingering, BLOOD, fluff, soft Poe, filth

A/N: This is for @pumpkinpoes and the nonnie that sent in an additional request for it as well 💖. The introduction starts off with fluff, and then it's divided off where it dissolves into something far...filthier.

You wake to the feeling of a sharp stab of pain clawing its way through your abdomen, and a small whimper falls from your lips as you clutch the comforter closer to your chest. Poe stirs at the feeling of you tugging at the blankets, your sounds of discomfort pulling him from the edges of sleep, and he opens his eyes to find you curled into a miserable ball beside him. He scoots across the mattress, closing the gap between your bodies and resting a hand against the side of your face.

“Hey,” he murmurs gently, brushing his thumb over the curve of your jaw. “You okay?”

“No,” you whine, pressing your hand firmly against your stomach in a feeble attempt to stifle the agonizing throb.

“Is it…” he trails off.

“Yeah,” you breathe out between clenched teeth. 

He nods, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed. Your consciousness floating somewhere between your desire to go back to sleep and the bright bursts of pain preventing you from doing so, you only vaguely register the shuffling noises coming from across the room. 

Poe returns a few moments later, urging you to roll onto your back. You glance at him, bewildered and annoyed at the request, until you notice the hot-water bottle he’s cradling in his hands. Once you adjust yourself, he places it over your stomach, and your eyes fall shut as the heat begins to soothe the pain’s sharp, biting edge into a dull ache. 

“Thank you,” you breathe out.

He walks off again, making his way back over with a mug. He sets it down on the small bedside table, and as you eye the steam rising from the tea, a pleasant floral scent wafts toward you. 

“Try drinking that when it cools down. It helps with inflammation.”

You offer him a grateful smile, wincing slightly as an insistent cramp overshadows the pleasant warmth on your abdomen. “Should I call you Dr. Dameron now, or what?”

Poe scratches the back of his head, the corner of his mouth quirking upward as he bites his lower lip and glances down at his feet. “My dad used to make that for my mom when I was younger.”

Your chest clenches, though this time it’s an ache in your heart at Poe’s mention of Shara. Lifting up your arms, you beckon him to climb back into bed with you, though you know all too well that he has a busy day ahead of him. He obliges anyway, slipping under the covers beside you, resting one arm over your chest and burrowing his face against the dip between your shoulder and neck.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it to today’s flight drills,” you lament, feeling weary at the mere thought of sitting in the cockpit of your X-wing and trying to focus on flying in between the nauseating waves of pain.

Poe’s hot breath tickles the soft, delicate skin of your neck as he chuckles, “Is this your way of getting out of that race you challenged me to last week? People are betting on us, you know.”

You turn your head sideways, coming nose to nose with him. 

“What’s the point in betting if I’m going to win anyway?” you smirk, though it ends up being a grimace as you twist your body at the feeling of another cramp coming on.

“We’ll see about that.”

Poe’s brown eyes sparkle with mirth, and he gently presses his mouth to yours, hand coming up to cup the side of your face as he distracts you from your discomfort with the plush feeling of his lips. He kisses you tenderly, his curls brushing against your face, fingers trailing over your collarbone, and your veins begin to ooze with warm, syrupy contentment. 

And while Poe offers to call off his own day entirely, you shoo him out the door as you take a sip from the mug of tea before collapsing back against the pillows.

--

You spend the day wrapped up in blankets, going so far as to take a hot shower before crawling back into your cocoon as you oscillate between bouts of nearly unbearable pain and few and far between moments of relief. When Poe finally makes his way home later, he doesn’t hesitate to join you back in bed after stripping off his flight suit and washing off the day’s grime.

“How are you feeling?” he asks as he lays down on his side facing you, tilting your chin upward slightly and leaning in for a kiss.

“Like a Wookiee is trying to claw its way out of me,” you grumble.

“Okay, well I have an idea.”

You raise an eyebrow, curious as to what else Dr. Dameron could possibly have up his sleeve. “Do tell.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I’m willing to try anything at this point, Poe.”

“Roll over,” he instructs, though he doesn’t move to grab another hot-water bottle this time.

You shift onto your back, letting your head fall to the side on the pillow as you glance over at him curiously. Head propped up with one hand, he holds your gaze as he reaches out with the other, laying it atop your abdomen. His fingers begin to slip inside the waistband of your underwear, and your face heats up.

“Poe, what are you—“

“Trust me, please.”

“But I’m blee—“

“Let me do this,” he breathes out.

Your mouth snaps shut as his fingers trail over your folds, slick with blood. A wave of arousal courses through you as he slowly drags a digit through your slit, which you’re nearly ashamed to acknowledge. 

“You don’t have to do this,” you whisper, heart pounding in your chest. 

“Does it feel good?” Poe asks calmly, pushing a finger into your entrance.

“Yes,” you breathe out, eyes snapping shut.

“Look at me.”

You tentatively open your eyes, and your breath hitches in your throat as you take notice of Poe’s heated gaze, his lust-blown pupils, the way his lips are slightly parted.

“It feels so good,” you whimper as he slides another finger into your wet cunt, your back arching up off of the mattress slightly.

“You’re allowed to enjoy this, baby,” he murmurs. “Relax.”

And so you do. 

You let yourself go boneless under Poe’s touch, legs spreading further apart as he shifts closer, leaning over top of you as he plunges a third finger inside of you. 

As Poe’s groin brushes against your hip, you can feel just how much he’s enjoying this, too. His hard shaft strains at the front of his boxers, and when you reach down to grasp it, he rocks into your touch, groaning. 

“Can I…” he trails off, panting.

“Please,” you nearly beg, fisting the collar of his shirt and pulling him on top of you entirely of you as you seek out his mouth in a desperate kiss. 

You shimmy out of your underwear, body thrumming with anticipation, and Poe reaches out toward the other side of the mattress, hand flopping around until he finds what he tossed there before getting back into bed with you: a towel.

Lifting your hips, Poe swiftly slides the material underneath of you before dipping back down to claim your mouth with his own again. He nips at your bottom lip as he notches the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Poe.”

He pauses. “Yes?”

Tone laced with uncertainty, you fumble to find the right words. “It’ll be…messy.”

He kisses you again, lips slotting against yours insistently, tongue darting its way past the seam of your mouth. You’re breathless once he stops, and his warmth breath dances over your wet, swollen lips.

“I want it to be messy.”

At that, he begins to sink his throbbing cock into your fluttering entrance. You both moan in unison at the ease with which his thick shaft penetrates your hole, your channel greedily sucking him in, slick with blood and arousal.

“Poe,” you whine, fingers digging into his back. “It feels—“

“I know,” he chokes out, forehead falling against yours, thumb stroking your collarbone.

“So fucking—“

“So fucking wet.” His voice is rough and wrecked.

You writhe underneath of him as Poe begins to work his cock in and out of you, the slick, damp sounds from each plunge into your cunt magnified by the additional fluids pouring out of you. Though he tries to maintain a rhythm as he repeatedly splits you open, you’re both too lost in way your nerves are on fire, dizzy with pleasure and need. 

The ache between your thighs drives a blazing path up your spine as you rock into Poe’s thrusts, and sweat begins to trickle down the side of your neck. His hands wander, pushing up your shirt to reveal your swollen breasts. A breathy sigh tumbles from your lips as he begins to fondle them, and you brazenly moan as he flicks his thumbs over your tender nipples.

Poe’s hot, wet mouth quickly replaces his hands, and your cunt throbs around his cock as he goes back and forth between your breasts, eagerly sucking at them. 

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, fingers tangling in his hair as you hold him there, urging him not to stop. 

He moans, teeth scraping over one of your nipples, hips stuttering as he continues to fuck you at a frantic pace. At the feeling of your pleasure nearing its peak, you reach between your bodies, but Poe beats you to it, fingers slick with blood and arousal as he begins to play with your clit.

Your muscles tighten in anticipation, body overloaded with the pleasure rippling through it, and your vision goes white when you climax finally punches through you. Limbs trembling, you gasp as Poe’s cock continues to piston in and out of your cunt while you soak his cock with your release. He cups the back of your head, kissing you hard as he slams inside of you to the hilt, moaning into your mouth as he empties himself deep within you.

Once you’ve milked every last drop of his seed, Poe carefully removes his softened cock from your channel. You both stare at one another, breathing hard, and as you feel his cum start to seep from your entrance, you realize what a fucking wet, sticky mess you’ve both made.

But before you can attempt to apologize or anything of the sort, still worried that perhaps this was a little too filthy for him, Poe cuts you off with an impish grin—

“Please tell me why we haven’t done that before."

—

Comments, reblogs, and/or asks are always appreciated!

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[virtie333]

Fic asks....25 & 30

Thank you for the asks!

The answer for #30 can be found here!

#25 how do you feel about the most recent fic you published?

Haha! This is a trick question, right? Because I've been publishing A LOT the last few days. Anyway, if you're talking about what I literally just published before I started answering these, that would be today's addition of my Life Day Celebration fics. @pumpkinpoes started this challenge, and I've really been enjoying it. We'll see how I feel in three weeks! Yesterday, I just added a drabble to my drabble collection, too. If you're asking about the current long-fic I'm in the process of posting, Blind Faith, I am so very anxious to share the rest of it. This fic was a self-indulgent story, and after Kinetic's success, I didn't really care how well it did. To my surprise and delight, it just hit 50 kudos yesterday. It is truly a wonderful feeling!

Send me asks about my fics!

[brynnmclean]

💬 ?

Hi there!

I swear I must have talked about stuff I liked in blessed at some point, but it's probably been years. If you'll forgive me being self-indulgent about my genderqueer!Éowyn fic:

He startled at the sound of footsteps, small bare feet upon the floor. Éowyn coming to him through the darkness, her body clothed in a simple tunic and trousers he recognized as hand-me-downs he had altered to fit her. The dim light of the lantern at his feet crept across the stones to greet her approach.

“Éomer?” she called, voice soft with concern.

“Éowyn,” Éomer said in reply, rising to his feet and holding out a hand for her to take. “What are you doing awake, brother?”

Éowyn smiled at him calling her that, brother. It had been years and years ago when she had told him about herself, how she felt both man and woman and sometimes neither. When they were in the company of others, Éomer only called her sister, but he had accepted long ago that she was both brother and sister to him, though the world would often not let her be so.

“I would ask you the same, brother,” Éowyn said, taking Éomer’s offered hand and joining him at the steps. “But I know your look well. This is not the first night you have spent here brooding, is it?”

Éomer snorted and shook his head. “It seems nightmares plague my sleep and doubts plague my waking. And those are things that neither sword nor spear can vanquish.”

There needs to be more trans!Éowyn fic in the world, imo!!!!

[ask me about fic quotes!]

[the-force-awakens]

Carefully, Poe slipped inside, taking care to be as quiet as possible since it was the wee hours of the morning and despite your night owl tendencies, you were always asleep by then. And you were. Once Poe's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could just make out your sleepy form, curled up under the covers, your head just visible beneath the blanket. And - your arm peeked out from beneath the blanket too - laying outstretched in the place he usually slept.

Poe felt something in him melt and got moving again, quickly and quietly changing into his soft and comfy pajamas, leaving his clothes a heave on the floor. Carefully, he climbed into bed, trying not to jostle you too badly but - Poe slipped under the covers and reached for your, worming his arm around your shoulders so he could pull you to him, more or less cradling you in his arms. (He'd missed you).

You stirred at that, frowning in your sleep, and Poe shushed you gently. It was good- but not enough to keep you fully asleep and you stretched your legs a little, bumping into his, and cracked your sleepy eyes open.

"...Poe?" you croaked, voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah," Poe said, voice impossibly soft. He brushed your hair back out of your face and your eyes fluttered shut again. "Happy birthday, baby."

It takes you a minute, still more asleep than awake, but a smile spreads across your face and you sigh, contented. In the morning when you wake, Poe will explain how he got back home, earlier than expected, and he will kiss you and kiss you and touch you in all the ways he'd missed, and you would celebrate with your friends and family - but for now you burrowed into his arms, safe and warm, and slept.

BFHFUFSONDKSZMSLDJ!1!11!1 djshdhsosmbdsksn FBJDKDNFDKSISMK;!!!!!! MAV!!!!!! DNDKSKDMDLSLSLSLSKSKJSKS

[dameronalone]

mack/mav, 22, autistic & adhd. aroace & in the best qpr ever. any pronouns tbh. I write I shitpost I sometimes make edits you can tag me or send me asks whenever I don't care man I'm just here to have autistic fun on the internet

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-> entering my miguel o'hara era <-

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well that's all for now folks <3 gifs on this post and my header are by my favorite @zoriis

[the-force-awakens]

'' why won't you come here for a second? '' + role swap poezeph 👀?

here you go bestie 👀

[the-force-awakens]

hi I just realized your icon is my parents

oh THAT'S what you were referring to ifjdjddkdkdksksksk. serves me for not looking at notifs. YEAH IT IS!!! it's from a rlly pretty set I reblogged... yesterday? I think 🥺

[the-force-awakens]

SPOTIFY WRAPPED MEME 💫

↳ @pumpkinpoes asked: 69 + Poe

STRANGE BIRDS BY BIRDY [insp.]

Oh little ghost, you see the pain, but together we can make something beautiful, so take my hand and perfectly, we fill the gaps, you and me make three, I was meant for you, and you for me.

[dameronalone]

pumpkinpoes >>> dameronalone

my Halloween url stuck around way longer than intended. url reference to the BEST thing a bad guy could ever say abt my mans

[dameronalone]

buckisdisabled >>> pumpkinpoes

it is so cute how can I resist!!!!

[the-force-awakens]

me: I'm trying to ignore the fact that I could so easily go on an infodump about how the first twenty minutes of TF does a damn good job of introducing santiago as a character to the audience

@pumpkinpoes: do it.

me, ten minutes later: I broke the character limit.