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[unear7hly]

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Writer Jupiter has finally made her debut on the writing platform Tumblr! She has many plans for the future! She is also questioning if hearts was a good theme for the blog. She gives credit to @murdrdocs for the heavy inspiration for her blog setup!

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Love to Keep Me Warm ft. Vi from Arcane

[cellohum]

17 / CHERRY VELVET

a single muse google doc.

introducing cherry velvet, a six paged character template inspired by picnics and flower gardens, taking on a soft, red and white aesthetic. with lots of writing room, this doc is catered for character exploration and in-depth writing. it is semi-mobile friendly.

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[mcflymemes]

reblog if you are firmly against the use of AI in roleplay spaces. this is not the place for AI-written drivel or generated images.

[eyelessfaces]

poe girlies I had the crazier AU idea yesterday. storm chaser poe AU. very few of you might know this but I am obsessed with tornadoes and have been for a long time and this idea came to me last night while watching some chasing videos and it just made sense to me. reckless poe who isn't really afraid of anything, always the one who's driving the closest to the tornado because he trusts himself that much. will take the craziest, most clean upclose pictures even despite the crazy conditions.

I don't know if I should take this whole concept further because I don't know if anyone is really interested in this lmao this is my niche, don't know if I have the juice to make it a full fic but I can most certainly try to do headcanons at least if anyone shows any interest in this, I already have some ideas

[userpoe]

Poe + piloting the Falcon

[userpoe]

Poe + piloting the Falcon

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Congestion

Poe Dameron x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals  •  Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Summary: Poe comes to comfort you when you're unwell.

A/N: for @unear7hly's ask, this is the Poe version <3

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, teasing, kisses, a little sexual innuendo, established relationship, reader is ill, typos, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 347

“How are you feeling?” Poe whispers as he climbs into bed next to you. The mattress dips as he gently places a cool, damp cloth on your forehead. 

“I’m okay.” You mutter, but you don’t open your eyes. Instead you stay curled up on your left side. 

“You sure?” He settles next to you, wrapping his body around yours and laying his arm over your waist. 

“Hmm.” You smile and nod, snuggling into his embrace. 

“It’s because I’m here, right?” You can hear the grin in his voice, practically see the silly, exaggerated expression he’s pulling. 

You snort, the sound coming out a little distorted with how congested you are. “Yeah, sure, Poe. Only because you’re here.” 

“I knew it.” He chuckles and kisses your shoulder before he rests back on the pillow. “I'd better stay here all day then, make sure you feel okay.” 

“Don’t you have a briefing later?” You manage to croak out. 

Poe shakes his head. “You’re getting me confused with some kind of pilot.” 

“Poe-”

“Maybe a handsome captain-”

“Poe-”

“Who has prior commitments and duties and all that.”

You laugh again. “Poe-”

“That’s not me, though, all I have to do is stay here with you.”

“You’re gonna get sick too.” You say, trying to sound concerned and not like you very, very much want him to stay tucked up next to you. 

“I told medical I was feeling lightheaded.” 

You mock gasp. “The poster boy for the resistance lying?”

“Never.” He giggles, squeezes you tighter. “Maybe just embellishing the truth a little.”

“A little?” 

“Hmm.” He breathes in deeply, content. “I wrote down everything I would have needed to report in the briefing and sent it on. It’s just a routine one, no one will miss me.” 

“Unlikely.” 

His voice is oddly quiet when he speaks again, so much so that you’re sure you would have misheard him if he wasn’t right next to you. “You think too highly of me.” 

“I don’t.”

He kisses your shoulder again. “Well, they can miss me then. I’d rather they did than you.” 

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[lesviankisser]

“vi's gauntlets are powered by hextech crystals, which have never caused anything bad to happen.”

2XKO just released an official concept art of their newly released character, vi!

[lesviankisser]

the snakebites ooooo i’m dizzy... i’m so dizzy.......

[lesviankisser]

if not strap on harness why strap on harness shaped

[taoisms]

vi the type to press her thumb to the pad of your tongue to force your mouth open when you're between her legs, shaking your head with her finger beneath your chin, cooing at how sweet you are, how pliant.

"good girl... keep your eyes on me, hm? ah -- that's right -- let's see you put that pretty little tongue to work."

[linusbenjamin]

Marc Spector & Steven Grant: A Duo.

[bejeweledinterludes]

the people yearn for more dean hcs

i really hope that this is the same anon over and over again that keeps asking for dean headcanons… bc that would honestly be fucking hilarious LMFAOOOO but since you didn't specify (and bc i’m a freak and horndog), here are some smutty dean headcanons that i didn't mention the last time i wrote about our boy!

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❝ lovin’ , touchin’ , squeezin’ . ❞

OR my (horny) headcanons of dean (again).

『 part 8 of @bejeweledinterludes’ headcanons series. 』

‧˚₊⋅ ──── faith’s tell-all. back and better than ever because my horniness knows no bounds! but that’s nothing new. miss and appreciate you all so so so dearly, sorry again for not being on here—i offer you this as retribution. so enjoy the product of my freak thoughts (and my gift to you for 900 followers! eek! i love you all <3).

( p. s. ) . . . yes i’ve seen countdown. yes jensen is hotter than the sun per usual. yes i need want to write for mark. i plan on writing more now so just pls be patient with me! goodnight pookies <3

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> dean winchester likes to suck your tits.

soo this is a very, ahem, well… self-indulgent headcanon of mine (i’m a member of the big titty committee so feel free to ignore)—but once dean sees your rack for the first time, there’s absolutely no stopping him. he sucks on your boobs while you’re riding him, or under him, or against a wall, or in the shower… eh. doesn’t matter where. his mouth’s findin’ ‘em and latchin’ onto ‘em. even through your bra or shirt if he’s that desperate (which is always). in fact, dean likes to go back and forth between your pussy and your tits like no freakin’ tomorrow, tag teaming them—and he finds himself wishing he had two mouths so he didn’t have to choose every time.

> speaking of, dean is a D1 munch.

i could spend hours (tbh i already have but i want to actually make a fic on it someday) yapping about how dean absolutely worships your pussy like no tomorrow—but it has to be said once again: dean winchester eats you out like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. he loves it. gets off on it. he’ll gladly get on his knees in front of you anytime, anywhere to do it too. there’s nothing like it. he loves the feel of your hands in his hair, the taste of you, plus your voice moaning his name like a prayer, over, and over again—it’s like an addiction. a damn need. he’ll gladly die with his head between your legs, he once said to you. and you believe him.

> he refers to your pussy as a ‘she’.

i’ve seen this in countless fics on here, and i fully believe that dean refers to your, uh… lady bits as a ‘she’. whether it’s “she’s grippin’ me so tight, baby, fuck” spoken right into your ear as he’s thrusting in and out of you or “she can give me one more, y’know she can. c’mon, y’got it” when he’s trying to coax another orgasm out of you with just his fingers—it’s the hottest thing you’ve heard. you didn’t think it’d effect you so much until you actually, y’know… heard it. now, it’s one of the things you look forward to when you’re knockin’ boots. besides… well, him, of course.

> dean uses sex as a outlet.

he always has, obviously—with one-night stands and such, but now that he has you, it’s a little… more. it used to scare dean bad, knowing that—but now, he knows you’ve seen and can see any side of him, and still love him just the same way you always have. he never ever hits or slaps you (unless you’re into that)—but some nights, he’s just… different. maybe he’s more quiet one night, reserved—but still dean all the same regardless. or sometimes he’s just desperate, or a little more rough. it just depends on how dean’s feeling—and how you’re feeling, too. no two nights are ever the same back-to-back, not that you’d want them to be—but you know how to read him, to feel out what he needs from you. and you give it to him. always.

> he would 100% fuck you on your period.

maybe this is another self-indulgent one (if we’re being for real, all my headcanons are self-indulgent), but i am a firm believer that dean would definitely still be down to have sex, even if you were knee deep in shark week. maybe even eat you out, too, because why the fuck would a little blood stop him from making his girl feel good? idk it feels right to me. he loves you, even if he doesn’t explicitly say it all the time—so he’d totally do it, no complaints. all “jus’ lay back, ‘kay? lemme take care’a ya” and “lemme know if ‘s too much, alright? i won’t be mad. promise”. oof. oh, but he’d only do it if you were comfortable, obviously. that’s a given, always in your relationship—but it’s completely and fully always your decision when it comes to when you’re on your period. you have the control, even though dean might end up doing all the work when it comes down to it. because at the end of the day: it’s about you.

> dean likes being woken up with sex (and waking you up with it).

you can’t remember exactly when it started—but you remember the late-night conversation that you and dean had that had gotten the idea in both your heads. it was a ‘what gets you going the most’ conversation early in your relationship, and dean sheepishly mentioned that he wanted to try being woken up to… well, you. so of course you did that for him. and god, was it beautiful. the way he looked, hair sticking up in all directions, eyes droopy and still very much half-asleep, but completely wrecked, because of you—oh, it’ll be engrained in your mind forever. you absolutely loved the way he acted, the way he sounded that morning—so now you were curious about how it would go with you, which is why you told him next time he wakes up before you to go crazy. and he did. three times.

> honorable mention: he loves morning sex.

it makes his brain all warm and makes him feel like he’s still in a dream. like he’s in the fantasies in his mind he escapes to when things are too much. it’s so intimate—and it’s never, ever rough. it’s all about the closeness, the way your moans sound the same, but just a little bit different due to the drowsiness. it’s heavenly. because you’re both still half-asleep, but in no rush whatsoever, grabbing at each other just to be close. just because you can. your own little retreat, before anyone else can bother you. and sometimes, dean falls back asleep still buried inside you before you guys actually get up to start the day. like he’d want to be anywhere else, anyway.

> dean likes seeing you cum.

there’s just something about it. he can’t really explain it, either. maybe it’s because he knows that you’re thinking about just him, or maybe because he’s the one pulling those noises, that pleasure out of you—just him and him alone. either way, he looks at you like you hung the universe when you finally fall off that edge. and if he’s in a position where he can’t see your face, he makes sure to switch when your close so he can see you. it’s a little intimidating, if you’re being honest—dean’s eyes literally never leave you, even as you slowly float back down to earth—but you wouldn’t change it for anything.

> he’s very big on aftercare.

once again, this is nothing new in terms of headcanons, since i’ve seen probably thousands of fics with beautiful aftercare from dean—but hey, it’s true! dean wants to make sure you’re okay, especially if he got a little too rough with you one night when he needed a release in the form of you—and even though you explicitly agreed to it, he still feels a little guilty if you’re too wiped out afterwards to even speak. he always makes you pee and changes the sheets (if it got that crazy), putting you in one of his shirts and pj pants and holding you like you’re something precious in his arms until you fall asleep. because you are.

oh, but don’t get it twisted—you give dean aftercare right back. your hands always find their way in his hair, or on his shoulders, chest, back, arms… pressing anywhere you know he’d been aching or complaining about hurting over the past few days. you whisper soft praise and reassurances in his ear, or against his skin or hair, kissing on the spot afterwards like it sealed the words right inside of him somehow. and on the off chance that you’re not too pooped, you drag him right into the shower with you—washing every inch of him under the hot water like he’s something holy. because he is.

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[theavengers]

Moon Knight (2022) 1.05: Asylum

[moonknightly]

hey so marc spector didn’t have anyone there to tap him out after basic so he probably stood there completely still for so long watching other kids his age get tapped out by their parents and partners and siblings and hahahaha :)))))))

[unear7hly]

this just made me violently ill why would you say this

[yasyart]

Someone on twt asked if i could draw Poe with nipple piercing

[wendichester]

⋆˚⊱ the talk,

summary. dean, your boyfriend, gives you the talk.

pairing. dean winchester x reader genre. weird fluff

wordcount. 748

notes / warnings. mild language, mentions of supernatural violence, protective/jealous dean winchester, pop culture references, a tense confession scene, slight crack energy

You’re not really mad, per se. More like… Yeah, confused as hell.

Because your boyfriend just told you monsters are real—like, capital-M Monsters. Vampires, werewolves, demons, the whole horror movie roster. Except this isn’t a movie. You’re not on your couch, halfway through a sleepover marathon with a bowl of popcorn in your lap. You’re at your kitchen table, and Dean is sitting across from you looking like someone just kicked his puppy. Which is kind of hilarious considering he just confessed to stabbing a werewolf with a silver blade last week.

You haven’t said a word in maybe… five minutes.

Dean’s knee is bouncing. He keeps glancing toward the door like he’s expecting you to run for it.

“I didn’t tell you ‘cause I didn’t want you to freak out,” he mutters, voice low. “It’s not exactly first date kinda stuff, y’know?”

You blink slowly. “…You said you were a mechanic.”

He flinches. “I can fix cars.”

“Dean.”

“Alright, part-time mechanic, full-time monster-hunter. Happy?”

You lean back in your chair, arms crossed. You should be more panicked. Any reasonable person would be. But the weird thing is—you’re not. Not really. Maybe it’s because Dean doesn’t feel dangerous to you. He feels safe. Has since the night you met him in that parking lot, laughing and talking you through your flat tire like he didn’t have somewhere better to be.

You’ve seen the way he handles a wrench. The way he walks you to your door. The way he keeps a loaded gun at yours and how he sometimes feels the need to sleep with a knife under his pillow.

You should’ve figured this out.

Dean's still talking, trying to explain himself.

“I just—look, I never wanted to lie to you, but this life? It’s dark. I didn’t want to drag you into it unless I had to. But the longer we were together, the more I felt like... you should know. You deserve to know. I promise you, Y/N, I'm not cheating on you. I just have a shitty day-job.”

You stare at him a moment. Really look at him. His hands are clasped together on the table, knuckles scraped. There's a little blood on the edge of his sleeve. His jaw’s tight, shoulders hunched like he’s bracing for a slap.

You tilt your head.

“So… when you said you’d kill Damon Salvatore if he ever tried anything with me,” you say slowly, “you meant that?”

Dean’s whole face twists. “What—of course I meant it! That dude’s a vampire. He eats people, baby. I don’t care how nice his car is.”

You blink. Then blink again.

And then, god help you, you start laughing. Not a little giggle—like, full-body, stomach-aching, shoulders-shaking laughter. Dean just stares at you, caught somewhere between horrified and offended.

“I’m serious!” he says, eyebrows yanking together. “That guy’s a psycho! He compels people and drinks his weight in blood! I don’t care how many redemption arcs he’s got or what moody indie soundtrack they put under his scenes—he so much as sniffs in your direction, he’s toast.”

“Oh my god,” you wheeze, wiping your eyes. “You were jealous of a fictional vampire.”

Dean scowls. “He’s not fictional to me.”

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand, eyes sparkling. “Okay, hunter-boy. So what is fictional to you?”

He pauses. “Uh… Harry Potter, probably.”

“That explains so much.”

Dean’s still tense, like he’s not totally convinced you aren’t about to kick him out.

You reach across the table and cover his hand with yours.

“I’m not running,” you say softly. “I’m weirded out, yeah. I mean, you basically just told me Buffy was a documentary. But I’m not scared of you, Dean.”

His shoulders drop about two inches. “Yeah?”

You nod. “You’re still the guy who brings me diner pie and gets pissy when I leave the window cracked at night.”

“That’s because it’s not safe,” he mutters.

“Uh-huh. You know I’m just gonna make more vampire jokes now, right?”

Dean groans. “Great. I’ve created a monster.”

You grin, leaning across the table to kiss him—quick and sweet, your fingers curling around his wrist.

He kisses you back like he’s exhaling for the first time in days.

When you pull away, you squint at him.

“…You still haven’t explained why you carry holy water in your jacket pocket.”

“Emergency exorcisms,” he says, deadpan.

You nod slowly. “Cool. Cool. Totally normal boyfriend things.”

Dean smiles, wide and shameless. “Welcome to the family business, sweetheart.”

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