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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 1 year

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The throuple

Dean Winchester/Angel!Castiel/Female Reader

Warning: Implied Smut. Non-descriptive nudity. Established relationship. Dom/sub undertones.

She lays across their bed naked, hair still damp from her shower, resting her head on her pillow and sees her men walk in. Dean practically ogling her body while Cas has raised a questioning eyebrow followed by a smirk.

“Hello, Y/N,” Cas says.

Smirking with a quirked brow haughtily at Dean, she says, “I would ask if you’re a boob or ass man but I think Cas kind of answers that question for you. Don’tcha think?”

She looks to Cas with a small smile and same brow raised. “Though Cas, I’m curious as to your answer. Being an Angel of the Lord, it makes me curious as to your preferences. Does Dean answer that question for you as well?”

Cas rolls his eyes with nearly with his whole body at her question then stares at her with his dom brow.

Chewing her lip and looking to the bed as she wiggles a foot, an obvious display of her submission. “Sorry,” she says, quietly and sincerely.

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ew-selfish-art · 7 months

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DpxDc AU: Tim as a child was never given a lot of information regarding the scribbling messy handwriting that appeared over night all over his arms- naturally he came to his own conclusions.

Tim Drake was home entirely alone at 9 years old and was about to go out for the night to test his brand new long exposure camera lens when he sees the writing on his arm. It’s not English, like he assumed it was at first, but it was using the alphabet to represent… Tim isn’t bad at math but this formula is complex for his little genius brain.

Looking at his camera, he decides he can spare a moment to look it up, solve it, and get back out into old town Gotham in time for Batman and Robin’s final patrol lap. He does just that, finding the problem to relate to some aerospace engineering and then quickly deduces what laws and theorems need to be applied. He finds a pen, writes down his findings in much neater handwriting onto his arm, and goes out. It’s barely a remarkable night at all. He gets a much more memorable photo of Robin roundhouse kicking a hench person.

Things just continued on that way. Tim would find some complex math, physics or chemistry prompt on his arm (surrounded by various question marks or notes or sad faces)- he’d answer it as best he could and move on with his life. Perhaps his parents were manifesting these pop quizzes? Perhaps his subconscious felt guilty about abandoning his studies for more Bat related pursuits? Tim really didn’t care to think much about it once he became Robin- there was too much on his plate and too many peoples problems for him to fix.

Notably, however, after the attack at the Tower, the pop quiz appeared and Tim wrote back that he wouldn’t be able to find an answer to this one. It was the only time Tim questioned the markings appearance and it was because the next thing that appeared was “Hope you feel better soon.”

… his parents wouldn’t include that on a pop quiz. Cursed then. Tim decided it must be a curse, whatever, he’d deal with the implications later in life.

Tim then has the worst year of his life, hes 15, no longer Robin and the questions from his curse are getting less math oriented and more… philosophical. A lot of mentions of death that, in hindsight helped him actually grieve, and a lot of theories about dark matter and souls. Tim answers back as best he can but he’s drained and his answers aren’t very good in his opinion. He gets minimal feedback.

It all comes to a point that he’s at a family dinner, Bruce is at the head of the table, Jason has promised just to stay for dessert, Damian hasn’t thrown a single insult his way and Steph was laughing at him- when a new theoretical model appears on his arm.

“You’re just as bad as Bruce, Timberly. Hiding a soulmate from all of us, how fucking typical.” Jason points out, while watching Tim scribble back some math with a question mark onto his arm.

“A what? No, this is just a curse. I get pop quizzes every now and then.” Tim bats away Steph who rapidly approaches and began to analyze his arm (the rest of the family isn’t far behind).

“Drake. Explain how you came to this conclusion.” Damian seems more curious than anything, if his lack of insults was anything to go off of.

“Since I was young I’ve had at least weekly math check ins, I never had a parent or anyone else around so I assumed my parents had me cursed to ensure I stayed on top of my studies. Sometimes it’s physics or chemistry, for a while there it was a ton of philosophy and behavioral psychology.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Master Tim, I believe the lack of adults in your life has led you towards a false conclusion. That is most certainly a soulmate mark. The individual to whom you are responding is undoubtedly your other half.” Alfred attempts to calm the room before explaining to Tim. Tim isnt sure if he believes the butler, though Alfred only very rarely lied, so he grabs the pen once more. He writes his first question back: “Who am I to you?”

The room waits in anticipation and within moments a brand new line appears on Tim’s arm and he is vindicated: “We do math together???”

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The reason Danny is failing English is because his built in homework helper sucks ass at metaphors and has apparently never read any classic literature. The tutor on his arm is great at puzzles and math tho.

Danny gets a reply back one night that he wasn’t expecting (Who am I to you?) and he mentions it to Jazz. Who goes insane that Danny didn’t even question it and just went with “meh, probably haunted” as his explanation for the phenomenon for all these years.

Apparently, if Jazz was right, he had a soulmate who was uh, super fucking smart. That was an overwhelming thought.

The next day Danny is in crisis mode and writes back “Wait, WHAT AM I TO YOU??? Can I help on your homework??”

Danny gets vindicated when the writing on his arm presents a shit ton of dates and information for an unsolved Gotham cold case. See, Haunted.

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Eventually between Danny becoming the top candidate for astrophysics at Wayne Enterprises and Tim Drake being outed as having contributed tips to the GCPD that solved cold cases- they meet and realize just how dumb they’ve been.

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willowser · 5 months

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"i ain't takin' a fuckin' bath."

katsuki's half-undressed, standing in the kitchen with the fridge doors wide open; shirtless, shoulders broad and muscles round and taut, cool air raising goosebumps across his exposed skin. his un-buttoned tac pants are dangerously low on his hips, so low that you wonder—while staring at the dimples of his back—if he's doing it on purpose.

the dewy sheen of sweat he'd come home with has gone matte, leaving him in a thin, sticky, grimy layer that is grimace-inducing to feel. like most nights, dirt and soot and even blood—grown dark and less worrisome with time—color him haphazardly, strewn across his body; a mosaic of dynamight, made by his own hands.

"but you stink," you fail to suppress a smile when he snaps his head around, to fix you with an ugly look that you return. he manages to hide his own amusement in the bulge of his bicep. "i'm serious! a bath will help you relax!"

turning back to the open fridge, he grumbles, "i am relaxed," in a tone that doesn't sound relaxed. at all.

"come on," you urge, shuffling up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist despite all his dried grease and muck. "you go first and i'll be there in a minute."

that catches his attention enough that he finally closes the doors, facing you as he runs a lazy hand over his stomach. to his credit, he does look a bit more relaxed than he had when he'd come through the door—but the set of his jaw is still too stern, brow only ever furrowed, a little more argumentative than usual, even if it's harmless.

katsuki seems to consider your unspoken proposition, before finally surrendering with a roll of his eyes. "fine, but i'm takin' a shower like a grown ass man."

"no!" you groan, latching onto his arm when he moves to step around you. you try to dig your heels into the ground, but you're in the kitchen in socks, and katsuki only yanks you after him with a wicked grin. "bath! a bath will help you relax, i mean it! i've got lavender oils!"

"i ain't using' your frilly shit!"

he finally slips from you when you sputter out a laugh, tugging free from your grip before throwing you a look that is hot in more ways than one. innocent as you aimed to be, something tightens in your stomach; awakened at the sight of him.

you warn, "i'm only coming if you're in the bath!" and his loud, exaggerated groan echoes nearly throughout your entire house, swallowing up your chirpy laugh.

—but, much to your surprise, he listens.

you let him soak for a good five minutes before following after, and when you find him, he's got his head leaned back over the edge, elbows resting on either side of the tub, legs bent and knees sticking up out of the water. handsome as ever, you think, a little dreamy, before the marble of him shifts at your arrival.

he only opens one eye, and you can see already the tension has drained from his face; half-asleep, a little bloodshot and breathing too even to convince you otherwise.

"well, well, well," you murmur, lowering to the floor on your knees after his eye slips shut again. "look at you, princess."

katsuki makes a haughty noise of irritation, but doesn't bite back: a dead giveaway of his exhaustion. instead his hand finds the material of your shirt, tugging on it lightly before he slurs out, "get y'r ass in the tub."

you'd bite his fingers if they weren't still disgusting, but you place a teeny kiss on the cleanest spot you can see on his wrist. "i don't need a bath, but thanks."

"hah?" he grunts, eye shooting open again as he frowns at you. when you only smile coyly at him, he raises his head and glares at you properly. "y'dirty liar, you said—"

"i said i'd be right behind you," you grin. "not that i'd be getting in."

the water sloshes up against the sides as he straightens his posture, baring his teeth at you as he prepares, you think, to lunge out and haul you in with him despite a screaming protest—but you reach forward just before he can, dipping a hand down into the warmth right between his thighs.

katsuki jumps, seriously, leg kicking out so hard that his heel slams into the edge of the tub, when you gently hold him where he's soft. "jesus!" he all but yelps, eyes going a little wide as he realizes what you've done. what you've made of him.

he's still—marble-still—air sucking in sharply between his parted, frozen lips as you touch him, and heat pools so obviously, so suddenly, in his cheeks, sweet enough that you want to bite into the apples of them. in your hand he swells thick, quickly, a little slippery from the soap he's already added to the water.

all his tension returns, as a different strain; katsuki swallows, hard, as his eyes dart back and forth between your own and where your hand disappears into the water; when you gently rub your thumb back and forth across the tip of him, his back straightens, even moreso, and, you don't think he knows it, but his legs part even further.

an invitation if you'd ever seen one.

he finally comes back to life when you lean in close enough to nudge your nose to his, just to see him blink.

he's so cute, you want to eat him alive.

"the f-fuck are y'doin'?" he whispers, eyes dropping back down as you stroke him lightly, just enough to coil him tighter. at the end of the tub, water sloshes quietly from the movement, and katsuki's ears burn.

you've caught him entirely off guard, and if it wasn't clear before, it becomes crystalline when you kiss him, deeply. he's lazy to reciprocate, breathing softly, open-mouthed, as you press a soft kiss to his top lip and then to his bottom, whispering his name back to him just to hear his sharp inhale.

you time a clever stroke of your wrist with the firm press of your mouth to his, insistent and fast, urging the wildness of him to catch up, to come out. it hits him all at once—your desire, his own, the heat of it all—and his hand shoots out of the water to grip the back of your neck, a deep groan slipping from his chest as his cock kicks in your hand.

you try more than once to pull back from him with a sneaky little laugh, but his fingers tangle in your hair and he kisses your teeth and you think, maybe, you're not teasing him enough. his knees knock lightly against the ceramic as he tries to spread them, even further, and his hips shift up with every slick pump of your fist, urgent and eager.

he speaks, furiously, against your lips, when you snatch your hand away, instead teasing your fingers along the inside of his thigh. "get—in th'fuckin' tub." his shoulders tremble, ever so slightly. "i ain't askin' again."

you laugh against him and his nostrils flare. "you didn't ask at all!"

"so quit your bullshit already."

you lick his bottom lip, nipping at the fat of it gently before weaving your own hand into his damp hair. "no," you tease, like a brat, but when you tug enough at the strands, he gets the hint and allows you to pull away. "i'm trying to help you relax, you know?"

katsuki doesn't respond at first, only huffing out a frustrated sound when you wrap your hand around his length again. his face is steaming, despite how firm he's trying to be; your own desire strikes hot when his head tips back just slightly, jaw straining as he grits his teeth.

"no," he finally grunts, eyes dark and pinned to you. "'s'the last thing i feel, is-is relaxed."

"hmm," you make a point to frown and look away, like you're thinking, but katsuki's impatience wins out and he drags you back in for a shuddering kiss. he's fervent, now, nipping at your lip and brushing his tongue against your own eagerly, trying to muffle a painful sound against your cheek. "that's too bad," you tell him—but you don't think he hears you, really, over his low curse and the returning slosh of water against the tub.

but when you ask him again, only a handful of minutes later—his boneless answer is precisely what you were looking for.

#tw dirty LOL #heheheh #idk what this is it literally just popped into my head out of nowhere sorry !!!#he's such a gross dirty boy ew #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: domestic bakugou

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justanartistiguess · 3 months

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The plot twist of episode 6

#hazbin hotel #hellaverse #hazbin vaggie #hazbin adam #vaggie #Adam #art #sketch #literally the first thing that popped in my head after watching the new episodes #spoiler #<<< just in case

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t00thpasteface · 2 days

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oh poor thang

#was literally JUST about to leave the dorm to go get some grub when this image popped into my head fully formed #anyway this is what he looks like to me #art #sketch #mash #m*a*s*h #father mulcahy #blood

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imminent-danger-came · 2 months

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Like my absolute fear in this scene. I forget how scary it is. I forget

#JUST LITERALLY SCREAMING AND BEATING HIS HEAD AGAINST AZURE'S SWORD #I. Was talking about this scene with a friend #And idk. I don't know why I thought I would be fine and normal about it. It's only been 9ish months (sincere)#put your hand in the monkey cage....and expect to get bit son....................................#*head in my hands .png*#LIKE NEXT SEASON. GOD #lmk #lego monkie kid #harbinger of chaos #my videos #Jack de Sena just POPPING OFF

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arcanegifs · 1 year

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Arcane x Barbie Selfie Generator

#arcane #DONT JUDGE ME FOR THE TITLES I DID THIS IN LIKE 5 MINS BC I WAS BORED LMAO #playing around the thing was fun though #literally its just the first things that pop into my head lol #i dont rlly consider this an edit and more of a shitpost so i wont tag anymore #Lol i realized i made some typo errors dksjjdjd oh well..... this is what happens whenever i speedrun stuff

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neytui · 1 month

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M—

Malificent Hijack au…….

#my head goes 100mph I can nOT STOP IT IM SORRY #literally just because the song popped out and that��s all #but it makes much sense #but an actual romantic story and not humans always being bitches bc it’s hiccup #jack as malificent #Jamie as aurora/sleep beauty?LOL #and Hiccup as that farmer boy/king??#IM THINKING #ABISHGWIUG IM SORRY I LITERALLY GET TOO EXCITED 😭#ney talkies #hijack

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thedeathdeelers · 2 months

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a choice

“and so choose, luke patterson,” the voice boomed around him. “a reset, back to 1995, leading you to a life of fame and fortune, or,” the voice paused for a second, then continued. “or the 21st century, always on the brink of success, but never within your grasp.”

“will i be able to keep making music?”

“yes, but never to the same scale as what could be in 1995.”

“will i be able to keep the ones i love?”

“yes, you will have your family no matter your decision.”

“but julie.. what about julie?”

“if you choose to go back, her memory of you will cease. she will only know you as a famous musician, born decades before her.”

“but she’s family!”

“choose, luke.”

“i-“

“fame or julie molina. you must make your decision.”

“i choose…”

//

the voice fades, and the pitch black room he was in disappears — suddenly there’s a flash of light, and luke is blinking furiously, eyes struggling to readjust.

it takes him a moment, but his vision starts clearing, little pieces of the space around him coming into focus.

his journal on the coffee table, alex’ kit pushed towards the back and reggie’s jacket draped over the couch — the studio just like they left it.

luke continues to scan the space, heartbeat starting to pick up when he sees no hints of julie anywhere — no piano, no coloured gel pens, no hair-clips nor plants.

did the voice make a mistake? was he back in 1995?

was he…never going to see julie again?

the panic rises while luke is rooted to the spot, unable to move.

what had he done? what was happening? why-

“luke?” he hears from the doorway- the voice of an angel.

he spins so fast he loses his footing, but barely has time to recuperate before a small mass of curly hair and blurry limbs come hurtling towards him, slamming into his body.

his arms reflexively come up, holding her in place and pulling her into him.

“julie,” he breathes out, his heart beating a mile a minute.

“you’re- you’re really here?” she chokes out, her slim arms tightening around his neck.

“i am,” he says, disbelief still evident in his voice. “i am.”

julie molina.

choosing julie meant choosing music — it was as obvious to luke as breathing.

she was music.

and luke knew that no matter what, he will always choose julie molina.

#idk lmao???? literally his popped into my head #i wrote most of this right before i passed out last night so. yknow.#this is all over the place holy shit #anyway #jatp #juke #julie and the phantoms #HAPPY JUKE JEUDI!#i genuinely apologise to anyone who reads this it’s just not great but i wrote it so imma POST JT #my fics #jatp fics

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saline-coelacanth · 8 months

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I know that this wouldn't work because it literally prevents the use of elemental powers, but could you imagine if Cole could control vengestone? That would be crazy

#random ramblings #ninjago #lego ninjago #cole brookstone #this thought literally just popped into my head #and ive been wanting to share my random thoughts more #so yeah there you go cole controlling vengestone thats what my brain randomly thought of

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roguesscribbles · 1 year

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it would be really funny if Luz’s staff just. Stayed like that.

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elithemiar-blog · 6 months

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Chay is the leader of the #WikProtectionSquad on social media.

Kim wasn't expecting a fan getting in the middle of one of his fights and winning through sheer luck.

Chay may have taken his role a little too seriously.

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Not a writer for this Fandom (yet?) so feel free (I beg you) someone take this

#kimchay #prompt #my poor followers seeing this random post #i was literally just reading through fanfics #and it popped in my head #kinnporsche

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queen-mabs-revenge · 3 months

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every so often it hits me all over again that they really had flash - the character who has been in the story from the literal first panel - figure out spider-man is peter to his face, die immediately, come back from the dead, and not only never addressed it again but completely memory-holed it trash trash trash trash trash trash trash trash trash TRASH

#sorry I was literally sitting here minding my business doing some work and it for no reason just popped into my head #and I truly got a little flitter of rage just how #read spider-man and get a lifetime of low level vexing xoxo

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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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cw/tw: angst, death

Imagine Levi slowly making his way to your room in the barracks, the sounds of his steps lingering down the hallways as he does. It's been a couple weeks since the last time he has been to visit but he just couldn't get himself to go. Why he decided to go today, he doesn't know.

Your door comes into view at the end of the hallway. He remembers you complaining so many months ago about a supervisor who said that if you did their paperwork for a couple weeks, you'd be able to have that room. You wiggled your eyebrows when Levi asked why, you simply stated back, "It has the best view of the sunset." And it did.

He stops in front of the hard wooden door, noting the piercing silence that comes from behind it. It's foreign to him, as usually he's greeted with your sweet voice singing old lullabies or laughing at something with your friends you had invited over. With a gentle push, it slowly opens inward. Levi half expects you to be at your desk, staring out the window facing the horizon. Then turning to face him with a wide smile and those wide eyes he loved.

"Levi, you're home." You'd say, and you'd mean it every time even though you both knew he couldn't stay here all night.

But you weren't there, not this time. You wouldn't be, ever again. The room once filled with life from your own personal touches, now devoid of any meaning. Any scents that once belonged to you, now gone just like your things.

This expedition took more than he could take. With a sigh, he makes his way over to your old chair and lowers himself into it then stares out the window. The sun is just starting to set.

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#im. so sorry #i dont know where this came from #the idea literally popped in my head after looking at a picture of fish #what is the correlation here #do fish just make me sad #i dont even know #anyways i just typed this up on mobile so if there are any mistakes or if it's just really bad #i am so sorry #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #angst #canonverse

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psychangels · 3 months

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sudden reminder of how stupid kale is: dude is like "we need to make more money" (yes, bc greed and capitalism, but also) and doesn't know why they're losing money, and then the guy he hired to design and test the company's robots literally just makes complicated shit on the fly that costs them a FUCK TON. and then they don't sell it, bc literally who the fuck are they gonna sell GIANT ROBOT BIRDS TO???

#hi fi rush #kale vandelay #angeltalks.txt #this just popped into my head #bc i recently looked through the enemy descs #and the vu-tor1's literally says that it's not being sold yet #“surveillance” THAT GIANT FUCKING BIRD?#WHO IS EVEN GONNA BUY IT ANYWAY?#WHAT PPL NEED SURVEILLANCE BIRDS?

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royal-whims · 10 months

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A character pretending to sleep until their significant other comes to bed and falls asleep, then getting up to do some (potentially nefarious) plans, only for an arm to shoot out and wrap around them when they move.

They’re wide eyed as they turned to their signifies other’s intense look as they ask, “Where are you going?” While staring them dead in the eye.

They think at first that their significant other knew their plans all along and are ready to come clean, but actually they didn’t and are just super protective of them and sensitive to them, so much so that them getting up even a little bit in their sleep is enough to draw them awake and cause concern.

#writing prompts #romance #romance prompts #tropes #writing #writeblr #writing ideas #prompt ideas #it came to me in a dream #and by that I mean literally it just popped in my head while I was lying down #no dreaming sorry #creative writing #romance tropes #trope prompts #prompts

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