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Antianakin's Second Anti-Anakin/Pro-Jedi Fic Rec List

Same general idea as the first one, this rec list is dedicated to fics that are critical of Anakin Skywalker. That can mean anything from just emphasizing that the Jedi's philosophies are right even if it means Anakin is wrong, to killing Anakin off in the most gruesome (and probably cathartic) way possible as a consequence for his choices. Since I know there are differing levels of feelings towards Anakin in the people that follow me, I'm going to add in some new helpful terms and redefine the categories slightly. Please note that these are MY personal interpretations of the fics, not the authors' stated intentions.

Helpful terms:

Unfinished - Any fic that is marked as incomplete, or a series where the fic(s) in it are still incomplete and cannot stand alone.

Ongoing - Any series marked as incomplete, but the fics in it are marked as complete or can stand alone as they are.

Critical - The fic critiques Anakin's philosophies and choices, but allows for more sympathy towards his character and situation should the reader desire it.

Anti - The fic specifically presents Anakin in a very negative way without any sympathy for him or his choices.

Anakin/Consequences: Anakin experiences consequences for his actions, but does not die. These fics can be anywhere between "critical" to fully "anti" depending on the author's take.

Spoiler Alert, He Doesn't Make It: Anakin experiences the specific consequence of dying. These fics will likely all fall under the definition of "anti" as opposed to just "critical."

The Galaxy Deserved Better: Focus of the story is more on characters' reactions to Anakin's choices or using other characters and their relationships to critique Anakin's choices in canon. None of these fics will be "anti" Anakin probably, since the critique of Anakin is at best a catalyst for the rest of the story.

I've had people ask me how to FIND more anti-Anakin fics, so here's my tips:

Look at your favorite authors' bookmarks. If you like something someone wrote, chances are they like reading the same stuff you do.

There's always the option of looking into tags, but I've found that very few people actually use "anti" tags on fanfiction, so your best bet is to look into pro Jedi/Jedi appreciation tags as much as possible, and the ones that are truly pro Jedi are often also critical of Anakin simply by design (if he shows up at all).

A lot of these fics take things like the Tusken massacre, Order 66, and Anakin's treatment of Padme, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, and the clones very seriously. Please take that as a warning if any of those things might be triggering, and keep an eye on the tags for all of the fics included here just in case.

There is no specific order to this. I tried to group fics from one specific author together, but other than that, I didn't place anything in any specific position for a reason.

This is not an exhaustive list of good anti-Anakin fics that exist, obviously. If your fic or your favorite fic isn't on this list, please feel free to rec it yourself in the notes, leave a reply or reblog with a link. I'm happy to read more anti-Anakin fic, especially if it's very Pro-Jedi!

One final reminder: NOTHING IN THIS LIST IS ANAKIN FRIENDLY! That means it's likely not going to be friendly to Anakin specific ships either, particularly Obikin and Anidala. If that's going to bother you to read, please just skip this entire list, it's not for you.

Anakin/Consequences

Blood-born Memories by Siderea (anti, 725):

Quinlan touches Obi-Wan's robe after his "assassination" by Rako Hardeen and ends up picking up some memories and emotions from Anakin that give him some heart-breaking revelations about Anakin's true nature.

Technically this one ends just before any real consequences and so the consequences are more implied, but I love the way Quinlan reacts to the revelations he has in this fic. Quinlan is so obviously horrified by it and heartbroken on Obi-Wan's behalf, but also strong enough as a Jedi to know what he needs to do now. He's already grieving his friend, but he has to set all of that aside to deal with this now more important issue. This fic is supremely unlikely to ever get any follow-up, but thinking about how Obi-Wan would deal with this development upon coming back from his stint undercover is delightfully angsty.

Malfunctions & Mutiny by BitterChocolateStars (anti, 6k):

Obi-Wan loses on Mustafar, but Anakin takes him prisoner and proceeds to kill Palpatine and make Padme Empress. He puts Cody in charge of guarding Obi-Wan, and one day Cody's chip breaks when Anakin tortures Obi-Wan. Cody starts working on an escape plan for everyone, Jedi and clone alike.

The nice thing about fics post Order 66 from clone perspectives is that Anakin tends to be represented as an unforgivable monster and little else. Cody's priority is saving everybody he can and getting them as far away as possible, so he's not interested in trying to understand or sympathize with Anakin when it doesn't serve his purposes. One of the things I really like in this fic is the way we see Rex and Ahsoka react to the revelation of Anakin's betrayal. Ahsoka takes it a lot better than she does in canon, but we get a nice sort-of outsider perspective of Rex struggling with believing it until he doesn't have any other choice and the way this impacts his relationship with Cody.

The Temple vs Order 66 by LauraBWrites (anti, 4k):

The Temple has become semi-sentient over the years and starts preparing to protect the Jedi in the eventuality that Anakin Skywalker fails.

The Temple itself being a character is really fun, and I quite loved the way it was almost arguing with the Force about Anakin and how to handle the growing darkness in him and the galaxy. I also really appreciated that, while Padme ultimately leaves Anakin behind, her selfish choices during the war aren't swept under the rug, either. I liked that it insists that Anakin is taken care of and not just left to rot, but that whether he gets better or not remains up to him. It doesn't matter how much therapy he's given by the Jedi, he has to choose to accept the help or it won't work.

For want of a horse, the rider was lost by LacieFuyu (critical, 19k):

Anakin doesn't get left in the dark about the Rako Hardeen mission and it goes disastrously as a result. Everyone has to live with the consequences of that choice.

This one takes place within the Rako Hardeen arc, but it does deal with the revelation of the Tusken Massacre and the Anidala marriage as well. There are a lot of truths being thrown at Anakin in this particular fic by the people around him who start to discover more of what he's done and who he truly is, most of whom choose not to sugarcoat anything for him. Several of the characters choose not to forgive Anakin for what he's done, even as some of them continue to work to help him figure out how to heal and get better. There is hope left for him at the end, but the consequences for him in this feel very real and substantial, it goes far beyond Anakin just having to live with what he's done. He loses a lot of the people he cared about, he loses certain privileges and ranks, and they leave open the possibility that he might have to face a pretty serious consequence for the Tusken Massacre from the Tuskens themselves. So while it's sympathetic, it takes Anakin's choices seriously, which I appreciate. I also liked seeing some of the ways other characters were dealing with their own pain and betrayal, the ways they were taking comfort from Jedi teachings and loved ones to heal in a more healthy way.

Spoiler Alert, He Doesn't Make It

here on the edge of silence, half afraid by Siderea (anti, 4k):

Pirate/Mer AU where Fox and the Guard work on Palpatine and Anakin's ship and Fox manages to kill Palpatine, causing Anakin to throw him overboard only for Mer!Obi-Wan to save him.

I like the development of Fox and Obi-Wan's relationship in this one, from some very understandable mistrust to attraction and the beginnings of a friendship. The glimpses we get into a wider world and a rebellion of sorts and how Obi-Wan being a merman fits into the Jedi still existing and fighting alongside the clones under Palpatine are SO tantalizing. Fox's opinion of Anakin is immensely low and Obi-Wan himself is far enough along from whatever betrayal Anakin committed in this AU that he is able to criticize Anakin's behavior and obsessions with people. Anakin never actually appears in this fic, he remains a far-away obstacle to be removed, and I love that for him.

The Galaxy Deserved Better:

Ahsoka is Mace's Padawan series by SkyeBean (ongoing, anti, 442k):

The title of the series speaks for itself for the most part, but this is an AU where Mace chooses Ahsoka to be his Padawan around a year prior to AOTC and it follows the various consequences of that change both to Ahsoka herself and to the galaxy at large. The first fic goes all the way through the end of the Clone Wars, but other fics in the series continue beyond that to at least the end of ROTJ and explore the impact of the Empire on the Jedi as they struggle to survive.

I made an entire separate post strictly about this series because it basically changed my brain chemistry for the week it took me to get through everything, and I know several other people have recc'd it in various lists, but I'm putting it here again for anyone who hasn't yet seen it because it's just that good and that worth it. This fic understands how to make Ahsoka develop and mature without making her some angel or goddess of light without flaws. It is BREATHTAKINGLY pro Jedi and especially pro Mace Windu. There's some really great exploration of Ahsoka's relationship to the clones both before and after Order 66 as well a lot of delightful diversity in her relationships to other Jedi. This fic does not pull punches with regards to Anakin, Padme, and Anidala, or the consequences of their choices. If you were disappointed in how the Ahsoka show treated her reaction to Anakin and his atrocities, this fic is the OPPOSITE of that.

After the War (Part the First) by KChan88 (critical, 7k):

Instead of Obi-Wan, Mace and Yoda choose Quinlan to be the one who goes undercover during the Rako Hardeen arc. Obi-Wan, who has been in an off and on relationship with Quinlan since they were teenagers, reacts to the loss.

This is actually incredibly positive towards Anakin, but I'm leaving it in here as "critical" because pretty much any fic that has someone else reacting to the Rako Hardeen act is sort-of critical of Anakin's canon behavior by design, and the underlying issues that ultimately lead him to darkness. Obi-Wan reacts like a Jedi should, letting go when he believes Quinlan to be dead, and understanding when he has to face Quinlan after he knows it was a lie even as he is still angry at the circumstances putting Quinlan in that position in the first place (not the JEDI, just the war and the way it's forcing the Jedi to run themselves ragged and put themselves through the wringer). That anger gets acknowledged and accepted and Obi-Wan and Quinlan are shown to have an incredibly healthy relationship with each other that's incredibly sweet.

After the War (Part the Second) by KChan88 (critical, 6k):

Quinlan manages to catch up to Obi-Wan during his confrontation with Anakin during the Obi-Wan Kenobi show and the two have a reunion after things settle down on Tatooine.

Part of the same series as the above, this one lands more sympathetic towards Anakin than positive, since it's set post Order 66 and, for obvious reasons, it's pretty hard to be positive about what Anakin's done and what he's chosen to be at this point. But it's not unsympathetic, both Obi-Wan and Quinlan remember good times with Anakin, Obi-Wan has a line about having felt some kind of light in him during that last conversation they have in the show, and Quinlan makes comparisons to Anakin sounding like a scared and lonely little boy. So the critical aspect of it is relatively soft and minimal aside from the obvious references to his betrayal. Much like the fic above, I really love the way Obi-Wan and Quinlan's relationship is represented and the dynamic they have with each other.

Meet in the Middle by BilbosMom (critical, 9k):

Baby Luke and Leia are working on some Force shenanigans to try to find a way to speak to each other through a middle ground within the Force, but have trouble getting to each other on their own and end up recruiting Rex and Obi-Wan to help them.

This one is also pretty positive about Anakin in that it talks a lot about how Luke and Leia are going to save him by reminding him of how to love and things like that. I'm leaving it in here because it is also set post Order 66 and does reckon with the impact of that, especially on Rex who is finding out this betrayal for the first time, so it's hard not to end up at least a little critical just naturally. Anakin has done some particularly heinous shit and is still DOING some heinous shit. That remains true whether he can be saved in the future or not, whether he used to know how to love selflessly or not. I particularly like the structure in this one, the way it bounces back and forth between Obi-Wan's perspective with Leia and Rex's perspective with Luke. I like the way that Luke and Leia land sort-of wiser than their years due to their stronger connection to the Force but also still very much children who get impatient and annoyed with the adults around them.

scraps series by grumpyhedgehogs (critical, 9.5k):

Cody's chip fails when Obi-Wan dies on the Death Star and he goes searching for Rex and the Rebellion. He deals with his grief and guilt along the way.

Cody isn't Anakin's biggest fan, obviously, but both he and Rex acknowledge that Anakin USED to be a better person. The focus of the story is on Cody's relationship with Obi-Wan and how, even after he's died, that relationship still helps Cody move forward from his grief and find some measure of peace. I like the way Cody, Rex, and Ahsoka all connect over the different ways Obi-Wan had meant something to them and the ways he impacted their lives.

may you inherit his light by notbecauseofvictories (critical, 2.5k):

Leia reflects on her relationship to Bail Organa and the impact of his loss in the years after ROTJ.

Leia is also not Anakin Skywalker's biggest fan and dislikes that she inherited anything from him. I appreciated that Leia never forgave him in this. Even in the moment where she claims to wish he showed up, it's so she can rage at him for being the reason she ISN'T Bail Organa's daughter instead. It's a heart-wrenching story and dive into Leia's character, the ways her life at constant war have defined her as well as her experience as an adopted child who wanted nothing more than to have something physical to connect her to the family she loved and to make them proud. Mon Mothma saying Leia reminded her of Bail about made me cry.

Thank the Gods, I'm Not Alone by BitterChocolateStars (critical, 16k):

Obi-Wan and Rex from ten years post Order 66 both get sent back in time to the Clone Wars and work together to make sure it doesn't happen a second time.

Since Obi-Wan and Rex are primarily dealing with an Anakin who HASN'T betrayed the Jedi and the clones yet (depending on whether you count his marriage to Padme and his murder of the Tuskens a betrayal of the Jedi or not), they both have to figure out how to forgive this version of him that hasn't committed the crime they're angry about yet. He's the same person who DID go down that path before, but circumstances change enough to make different choices this time around. I appreciated the acknowledgment that it's okay to choose not to forgive the version of Anakin that DID make those choices, even as they recognize that it's not fair to hold this version of Anakin accountable for things he didn't do.

Gentle Welcome by Miandraden1 (critical, 1k):

Short and soft post-Rako Hardeen one shot where Obi-Wan reflects on Anakin's reaction to his stint undercover but gains comfort from the people who understand.

I love Obi-Wan discussing his worries about Anakin with Mace, it's such a nice call back to AOTC where he was more explicitly pushing back against the Council's decisions and had less faith in Anakin, whereas here he's so clearly trying to continue to have faith in Anakin's ability to grow and learn, even as he can tell Anakin's struggling. There's no lack of acknowledgment of Anakin's continued struggles, but there is a choice to continue to believe in him. I love how sweet the clones are in how they react to the Rako Hardeen deception, in some ways this is just another Tuesday for them, but Waxer explicitly leaving Obi-Wan a little gift he knows he'll like says something slightly different and it's adorable.

The Temple of Hope series by Zarz (ongoing, critical, 93k):

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and their battalions stumble across a very old Jedi Temple that reveals certain truths about both the Jedi and the clones and changes everything.

This one is also mostly about just forcing Anakin to face his own truths and fears while everybody else gets to make their way to a happy fix-it AU as a result. One of the tags on the first fic is "anakin skywalker faces consequences" but the primary consequence is just Anakin feeling bad about what he's done more than anything else. It's overall a sweet, soft, Force-sensitive Clones!AU with a lot of pro Jedi vibes to it.

"... if you remain his student" by Peppermint_Shamrock (critical, 4k):

The Wrong Jedi arc doesn't happen which leaves Ahsoka at the Temple during Order 66 and she was never going to be enough to save or stop Anakin.

To be perfectly honest at this point, this is the ending I'd have wanted for Ahsoka. It wouldn't have been able to happen in canon given she's not in ROTS, but like... this is probably one of the most impactful ways for her story to have ended (and one of the kindest, given how shitty her character has become). I love the way this fic insists that Ahsoka isn't enough, any more than Padme or Obi-Wan were, he'd have cut her down the same he did the others, no matter what he might have felt for her once or what she believed he felt for her.

Reversi by LacieFuyu (critical, 2.5k):

Anakin and Obi-Wan's roles are reversed in the Rako Hardeen arc and Anakin is startled by everyone's reactions to his deception.

This is yet another one that is critical by comparison to canon. Even Anakin himself acknowledges by the end of the fic that he's pretty sure he wouldn't be reacting this compassionately and calmly and reasonably if their positions were reversed, something we know to be true. There's also a small moment where Anakin begins to doubt his choices regarding the Tusken Massacre, but instead of actually reflecting on it, he buries the feeling all over again and chooses to learn nothing. It's very in character for Anakin.

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fairy-writes · 11 months ago

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Hi! Me again, your friendly neighborhood Sean Renard lover! I was wondering if whenever you feel like writing if you would consider writing Sean being very protective over the reader and everyone is saying to him that he’s so in lover with them and he’s like “no I’m not” and then he’s like realizing that’s he’s like in love with the reader damn near devoted. Or whatever you’d like to write. I’d honestly be happy with anything you put out. But take your time, no rush needed. Just whenever you feel like it. Thank you so much!!!! Have an awesome day!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

LITTLE BIRD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): NBC Grimm

Pairing(s): Sean Renard x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Wesen!Reader, Use of nicknames (little bird), Reader is implied to have longer hair, but it’s not explicitly stated

Notes: I hope you enjoy!

TW for violence in the latter half of the oneshot (I’ll add an extra trigger warning when that starts)

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“Lieutenant Renard?” Sean looks up from his desk to see Cadet Drew Wu fidgeting with his button-down cuffs. He was nineteen and green in the gills, still exploring his options as a police cadet. But even though he hadn’t fully committed to the police academy yet, he was a hard worker.

He’d make a good police officer.

Sean sets down his pen and clears his throat.

“What’s the matter, Wu?” The police cadet stepped aside, and Sean’s jaw almost dropped at the sight of you. It was as if you had come straight from a painting. It seemed you hadn’t changed at all. Well… not exactly. You had aged, being a handful of years younger than him.

But you were still as beautiful as the day he lost you.

After all, the last time he had seen you was when his mother took him, and they fled from the Royal family out for his blood. You were but a fledgling that hadn’t yet sprouted in your full glory.

You both stare at each other before Wu swallows awkwardly and takes his leave. Then, you take a seat at his desk and smile,

“It’s certainly been a while, Sean.” You say quietly, and he feels his heart stutter at your warm words.

It had been years since anyone other than his mother was so full of kindness for him.

He sets down his pen and leans his forearms on the desk.

“How did you find me?” He asks seriously, and you shrug

“I have my ways. You should know this by now.” You tease, and your eyes flash a deep glowing blue for just a second. So quick, in fact, that he almost missed it. Feathers as black as pitch shuddered down your hairline before disappearing into your tresses.

Sometimes he forgot you were wesen. A Raub-Kondor, to be exact. And a brilliant one at that. You were often employed, even at a young age, by the Royal Families to track down and “take care of” certain traitors or deserters. It was how he met you in the first place. The thought of your job made him shudder,

“Are you here to get rid of me?” At this, you looked downright offended, eyes going wide and mouth dropping open ever so slightly.

“Of course not!” You hiss, and he feels his shoulders relax. He wasn’t in danger after all. You notice his palpable relief and smile that smile that makes his heart skip a beat.

The two of you part ways with the promise of meeting up for coffee. Your number is stored safely in Sean’s phone, and you even send him a text saying, “It’s me :)” and he can’t help but smile at the little emoji. You were always lighthearted despite all the blood on your hands.

You shift in place, eyes scanning every face in the small coffee shop as you wait for Sean to arrive. You check your phone and scroll through the brief messages you had shared with your childhood friend. He wasn’t the best conversationalist via texting. He typically preferred a call over texts.

“Have you been waiting long?” Comes his voice, and you jump, knee jerking up and hitting the underside of the table. Your eyes meet his, and he offers a half smile, clearly amused by your reaction.

“Not at all. I just got here a few minutes ago. I took the liberty of ordering you a coffee, black with one sugar, if I remember right?” You say, ears burning at your surprise at his arrival. He sheds his long overcoat, drapes it over the chair across from the booth you were in, and takes a seat.

“You remember correctly. I’m surprised you remember after all this time.”

At that, you duck your head, ears burning even more in embarrassment.

“I try to remember everything about you.” You say quietly, so quietly that he can barely hear it. But obviously, he does because his face splits into a warm grin.

He looks so handsome when he smiles.

The waitress brings over your drinks and a slice of chocolate cake that you ordered. You visibly brighten at the sight of the sweet treat and nearly dig in when you remember your manners.

“Would you like some?” You offer, noting the waitress had gone through the trouble to give you an extra fork for the occasion. Sean, sipping his coffee, shakes his head.

“Thank you, but I’ll pass for now. I know how much you adore your sweets.” He teases and you roll your eyes, secretly happy that you get the chocolate dessert all to yourself.

The cake is absolutely demolished in a few minutes flat, though you were careful not to get any crumbs on your clothes. Then, you start on your coffee.

“I see you still are a sugar addict,” Sean says as you add sugar to your bitter drink. You huff but stir and take a sip of the sweetened beverage. Perfect.

“I prefer the term sugar motivated.” You say, and he chuckles, making your breath catch, but you hide it quickly by taking another sip.

You thought your crush on the bastard prince had died over the years.

Clearly not.

“So…” You start, and he looks up from his coffee, eyebrow raised. “How’s life here in Portland?” He hums, glancing around the coffee shop before answering.

“It’s certainly different than Vienna. But enough about me… Why are you here?” He asks, suddenly serious, and you have to fight the urge to sit up straight.

You should’ve guessed he would ask something like this. It had taken you years to track him down to the Portland area. And for what? But you knew better than to lie.

So…

You didn’t.

“I missed you. As stupid as it sounds, I missed having someone to talk to. Well… that and your mother is concerned about you joining the police department. She’s worried it’ll put a target on your back.” You say, and Sean sits back in his chair, stirring his coffee absentmindedly as he mulls over your words.

“I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine. I’m surrounded by good people.” He says, and you raise an eyebrow skeptically. Thankfully, Sean takes your concern seriously. He always has.

“But what if things go wrong?” You ask, and he shrugs a shoulder.

“If it makes you feel any better, you are more than welcome to stay here in Portland to keep an eye on me.” You smile at his words,

“I’d like that.”

Despite your promises to keep out of the way, you quickly become absorbed into his little work family. As the years go on and the precinct grows, you are always a constant at his side. You attend his promotion ceremony from his previous ranks to precinct captain, and he holds your gaze the entire time as he gives his speech.

Even as people come up and congratulate him, he finds himself only wanting your attention. He couldn’t care less about everyone else.

He feels a smaller hand slip into his, and he looks to find you smiling up at him. He sets down his glass of champagne, still mildly embarrassed that the precinct threw this shindig for him.

“Congratulations, Sean.” You whisper, and he hides a smile, but you still catch the twitch of his lips, and your smile widens.

He’s about to say something, but you are both interrupted.

“Is this your spouse?” Hank Griffin, homicide detective, and one of the most senior staff at the department. He’s followed by the newer homicide detective and his new work partner, Nick Burkhardt. Sean huffs out a dry laugh and shakes his head,

“Nothing like that. They’re a childhood friend, that’s all.” He says, and Hank nods, not entirely convinced.

Why was everyone doing that when he introduced you? Hell, even Wu didn’t seem to believe him.

Later, Sean spies you chatting with Nick as you raid the dessert table. You’re polite, and he feels his heart clench as Nick says something to make you laugh. Feathers shift down your hairline like they did whenever you half-woged, and he sees Nick’s face drop, but he hides the expression by the time you look up from your sweets. And that makes the clenched feeling in Sean’s heart twist more.

Was he a Grimm?

He’d have to look into this more.

Sean, ever the gentleman, walks you to your car after the celebration of his promotion. You, feeling adventurous, slip your hand into his and swing them back and forth ever so slightly.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain. He even squeezes your hand.

“I just wanted to say congratulations again.” You say as he opens your car door. You squeeze his hand once more, and he offers a quick quirk of his lips that you almost miss.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, little bird.” He says and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. You feel your cheeks heat up and hide an embarrassed smile.

He always was the cheeky one.

Feeling a bit bold, you lean out our car window just as he leans down to presumably tell you goodbye and kiss his cheek. He freezes, eyes widening ever so slightly in shock, but he doesn’t say anything.

He remains like that as you drive away, brushing his cheek with his fingers.

You chew on your lip as you watch him disappear in your rearview mirror.

Hopefully, you didn’t mess things up by doing that.

You don’t hear from Sean for several days. And it’s making you nervous. Had you overstepped your boundaries? Had you misread the signs from all your little coffee outings?

The book in front of you failed to hold your attention as you glanced from the words on the page to the cellular device next to you. After another thirty minutes, just when you were about to give up on reading, your phone buzzed.

Buzz… buzz buzz… buzz buzz…

The book was hastily bookmarked, and you scooped up the phone and swiped right to answer the call.

“Hello?” You said, trying to seem… well… not breathless or like you were anticipating the call.

“Are you busy?” Sean asks, sounding ragged as if he had been working for three days straight.

His new promotion must be wearing him down.

“I was just reading. Is everything okay?” You ask and hear a quiet hum on the other end.

“Might I invite you to dinner tonight?” Your heart skips a beat.

Dinner… that was a step up from coffee dates.

A big step up.

You make a noise to let him know you hadn’t died at the suggestion (though you certainly felt like you were about to pass out).

“I suppose I might be free tonight. Let's say we eat at seven o’clock?” You tease him gently and hear him write something down.

“I’ll pick you up.” He says, and you can’t help but smile.

“That sounds lovely.”

VIOLENCE STARTS HERE

Dinner doesn’t go as planned.

Sean’s car rumbles as he waits for you to come out of your hotel room. He had offered to let you stay with him at his new house; he had a spare bedroom after all, but you had declined. Instead, you had told him you were a big kid and could take care of yourself.

A shadow moved inside your hotel room on the second floor, and he looked up, a frown pulling his lips down. What was taking you so long? You hadn’t even responded to his text saying he had arrived. Should he call you?

He pulls up your contact and is about to press the call button when you come exploding through the window in a rain of glass and chaos.

Coincidentally, you land on the hood of his car, and his airbags deploy as you cave in the metal.

There’s someone on top of you, hands wrapped around your neck and squeezing like your life depended on it. He can see your hands going limp, and he darts from his car and draws his gun that he keeps with him at all times.

“PORTLAND PD! DON’T MOVE!” He bellows, and the person jerks their head up to look at him, eyes wild and glowing yellow.

A Mauvais Dentes.

The sabertoothed wesen leaped at him as he felt his face change in his woge.

He fired.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The man fell, his woge rippling across his skin and retracting the fangs and fur into his body until he looked like a regular man again.

Sean ran to your side, where you lay gasping on top of his car, pulling out his phone and dialing 911 as he went.

“911, what’s the location of your emergency?”

“This is Captain Sean Renard of the Portland Police Department. There’s a man who’s been killed and someone else who is gravely injured.” He started and rattled off your address, begging first responders to hurry because you looked terrible.

You had been in the middle of getting ready—a blouse stained in blood and shredded to bits, trousers, and you weren’t wearing shoes. Your throat isn’t much better. Sean can see where the Mauvais Denetes had punctured your skin, and its oozing blood at a sluggish pace. Your woge ripples under your skin and the tar-black feathers retract into your face. Your beak disappears, and when you open your eyes, they’re glassy.

“Stay with me, little bird, stay with me.” He says as he sheds his suit coat and tears it into strips to tie around your wound to hopefully staunch the bleeding.

“Sean?” You gurgle, and he hushes you,

“Don’t speak. An ambulance is on the way.” He says, and you nod once, closing your eyes again, and he listens to your breathing.

It doesn’t sound good.

He only hopes that you make it to the hospital.

Time slows. The ambulance and police arrive after what feels like hours. Blood has stained Sean’s trousers, but he doesn’t care. All that matters is you.

The first responders load you carefully into the ambulance and stop Sean before he can get in with you.

“I’m riding with them.” He snarled, and the two workers looked at each other before one stepped aside and allowed him to sit beside you. He holds your hand until they hook you up to get your vitals. You open your eyes again and wheeze,

“Sean?” You gasp, and he holds your grasping fingers.

“I’m here, little bird.” He whispers, and his heart is broken as he hears you whimper.

“Don’t leave me.” You whimper, and he stands as the ambulance rumbles into motion and presses a kiss to your forehead,

“Never.” He says and knows deep in his soul that he means it.

Because he loves you too much to let you go.

#sean renard x reader #renard x reader #grimm x reader #nbc grimm #sean renard #sean renard grimm #grimm sean renard #grimm #fairy writes

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humanoid-life-form · 10 days ago

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Heated (Part 1)

Alpha Claggor x Omega Reader

Rated E (explicit)

Let me know if you want to be tagged for Part 2!

I know Claggor senses it from the way his body goes rigid. I feel the heat rolling off me in waves, my scent suffusing the air around us. But Powder and Mylo, both betas, don't have the receptors to pick up on it. Really, they're lucky.

I slide into the booth beside Claggor, already involving myself in the conversation at the table.

“They keep wanting add-ons,” Powder is saying, resting her chin in one hand as she stirs her drink with the other. The metal straw clinks rhythmically against the glass. “I told Gert there's only so much I can do.” She puffs her cheeks out, ignoring the way Mylo perks up at the name. “We maxed everything out.”

“What sorts of mods do they want?” I ask. “Maybe I could figure something out.” It's only half true right now because I can feel the daze creeping in from the corners of my mind. I slip my hand into Claggor's, squeezing meaningfully. I see his head turn in my peripheral vision, and I can feel his eyes on me.

“Oh, Shay wants chem amps for her drumset,” Powder says flippantly. “I told her the stuff's loud enough already, but she said she wants the drummer equivalent of a drive pedal.”

“You sure she doesn't just want, like… the glowing lights?” I suggest. Chem mods not only changed the sound but also the aesthetic of the instruments. “Cuz it's not like—”

I stop mid-sentence, hit with a wave of vertigo. I have to close my eyes against my swimming vision.

“Whoa, Y/N, are you good?” Mylo's voice reaches me through the haze. I keep my eyes shut tight, feeling the world spin. I grip Claggor’s hand tighter as I feel a fluttering in my lower belly.

Then I’m being pulled in against him, tucked under his chin. I almost whine aloud at the contact, nuzzling my face into his neck and chest, taking in deep lungfuls of his scent. Cinnamon, flowers, earth, alpha.

My alpha.

“Claggor,” I whisper, feeling feverish. He’s nuzzling me in return, scenting me.

“Uhh….” Mylo sounds confused across the table. Not that I care. “Seriously, are you okay?”

“She’s fine,” says Claggor, his deep voice vibrating in his chest. “Just… not feeling well.”

I don’t have the energy to respond. I can barely pay attention to my surroundings.

“You should take her home,” Powder says, and I can tell she understands. “She’s…. She needs rest.”

I hum in agreement, squirming against Claggor as the heat threatens to bring a flush to my face. It only started thirty minutes ago! And I'm already losing my senses to my heat. Dimly, I realize he must be triggering it somehow—or at least exacerbating it. Or maybe I'm making it worse by being so close to him, breathing in his scent. But I don't care. He's intoxicating.

Claggor gently nudges me, so I reluctantly pull away from him to get out of the booth. My knees feel weak, but at least I can stand and walk. He places one hand on my back as we leave the bar and head out into the street.

On the walk to my place, we’re constantly touching, whether it’s his hand on my back or my arm around his waist. In a few minutes, we’re in my apartment building. As we climb the stairs to my floor, his scent sharpens into something hotter. Almost entirely cinnamon, no fresh flowers or earth. My fangs descend, and when I meet his burning gaze, his grey irises are thin rings around his dilated pupils.

I nearly drop my keys in my rush to get inside. He’s holding me from behind as I unlock the door, scenting me right here in the hallway. I’m sure everyone on my floor can smell us right now, but I don’t care. The pheromones will be blocked by my door and carried away by the specialty vents once we get inside.

Speaking of: the door finally unlocks. I sigh in relief, and we’ve barely made it over the threshold before I slam the door and press Claggor up against it. He has the presence of mind to turn the deadbolt, and then he’s kissing me.

It’s as though he’s a drowning man and I’m his last hope of oxygen. The kiss is hot and messy and wonderful. I pull his lower lip between my teeth, biting gently, and he groans into my mouth. The air is clouded with cinnamon, sugar, and sex—our scents mixing together into a rich aphrodisiac.

Somehow, we end up in my bedroom, and we’re stripping off each other’s clothes between kisses. My wetness is obvious now as he teases one finger against my underwear, and he huffs out a breath. “Fuck.”

#claggor x reader #claggor #claggor x you #omegaverse #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #reader insert #my writing #dividers by cafekitsune #pinned

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mantequillamcwhoremick · 6 months ago

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IM BACK TO ASK IF YOU HAVE ANY BUNNY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS 😭😭

Hiiiii!!!! Omg dbcvhkjabchjbc I'm honored you want recs from me but honestly I'm on the lookout myself😭😭😭😭 I'm either terribly picky or really bad at finding fics so I can give you my faves, but they're probably gonna be ones you've already read-- I'm seriously slacking on the Bunny fanfic consumption maybe

Lock and Key by sp_peppers

This one is more Butters than Bunny but one of my absolute favorites. Wish I knew the author's tumblr because god damn. HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING because this one is super dark, it's an elaborate fic about Butters' canon abuse with the timeline a little rearranged, but it has a happy ending and Bunny is sprinkled all throughout and nicely wraps up the end. But please for the love of god proceed with caution; It's heavy on the abuse

Just Underneath by TrashKat

You might know this one already but it's your classic Mystechaos fic. Love it. Wish the ending was a little less short because it was SO GOOD so if you haven't read it, you're welcome

Midnight Snack by Blame Canada (OneHitWondersAnonymous)

This one's a really cute oneshot <3 Kenny comes over to bring Butters a midnight snack, very fluffy, what more would you need? :3

until the sun comes up by starglitches

another sweet oneshot where Kenny climbs in through Butters' window. I will never EVER get tired of those.

The Night Bound to Come justtothesea, orphan_account, thewordsleep (justtothesea)

a cute but angsty little oneshot where they both find solace in each other's company while having a bad time. I reread it sometimes :>

May Nothing But Happiness Come Through Your Door by boy-thighs (sop)

Probably my absolute favorite, I fucking WISH I could write like this. You probably already know it (it's very popular) but holy fuck, I reread this often. I wanna kiss the author on their forehead and thank them for their service.

So these are ones I have saved to my bookmarks, but I'll keep being on the lookout. Check if I find some that are maybe unfinished but still bangers. And feel free to always go ahead and recommend stuff to me too!!

I'm mostly focusing on writing rather than reading right now, so let's hope I can soon add more to the bunny tag. They're my favorite little guys and, again, I'm very honored you're asking me for recs <3333

#ask #south park #sp bunny #lucio yaps #fic rec

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oc-aita · 2 years ago

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Welcome to oc-aita!

This blog functions exactly like @am-i-the-asshole-official, except it's for the blorbos from your head only. You pick a scenario that happened in your story, and write it in the point of view of your OC of choice (which doesn't specifically means how other OCs view the situation, or what really happened). Then, they will be judged whether or not they're the asshole here.

The questions will come with a poll, and it follows the same categories as these. For easy access (although they are explained a bit more on the link), they are:

YTA = You're the asshole NTA = Not the asshole JAH = Justified asshole NAH = No assholes here ESH = Everyone sucks here INFO = Not enough information to judge.

Please, provide at least a bit of context! Specially if there's magic or other things that aren't from the real world, but also just. The context needed to understand the situation (or what your OC considers important/relevant).

I also accept fan characters, but I don't know every piece of media, so please clarify (in another ask) if they're from a specific media.

NSFW (tagged as "NSFT") is allowed, but don't get too explicit, if possible. I am an adult, so don't worry for me.

This blog runs on a queue! For now, the waiting time can be up to a week I think, but that's more of a guesstimate rather than a hard truth. You can also find your AITA posted the next day you send it, it really depends.

I will be tagging potential triggers as "[thing] tw", and mentions of these as "[thing] ment". If possible and needed, please put trigger warnings on your own at the beginning on your ask! Sometimes I can miss stuff.

I don't accept Alternative Universes AITAs only involving canon characters from media. If your AITA is about a fan character and it involves a canon character from that media (example, if your FC is asking whether they're the asshole in a situation involving a canon character), that's fine, but this only focuses on characters you yourself created (unless you are the creator from that book/comic/series/etc, I'm not going to stop you in that case:p). Sorry about that!

With this, we're nearly done. A few things, though: Unless they're tagged as "my own", the OCs and situations are not mine. So, don't send anything about them directed towards me. I will not post hate or anything negative directed towards the owner themself, and avoid telling bad things to the owner on the notes for what their character did. And please, don't take this too seriously, this is just a silly little blog for silly fictional characters! I will add the corresponding trigger warnings if needed, but these characters don't exist, and real people matter more than fictional characters.

Done? Then get ready for your little guy to be judged!

#original character #aita #am i the asshole #pinned intro

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mrdairyy · 2 months ago

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Howdy travelers! Making a pinned post because yeh

You can call me Mr.dairyy, Mr.D, MD, Dairyy or just D ||Pronouns: idc but I prefer she/they most|| Minor :>||Aroace I think?|| joined: 9/4/2023 ||

I’m an artist that draws my ocs, fan art of fandoms, art of aus from others or my own, and sometimes I draw others ocs or take requests (but it’s rare)

Sun and moon show aus I’ve made:

|| Iced out || wonderland show || harp strings (wip) || small but mighty (wip) || I’ll add more if I think of any :3

Fandoms I’m in:

Undertale, tsbs, deltarune, fnaf, the owl house, tadc, gravity falls, rain world, arcane, squid games, and DCA

My ocs [refs wip]:

Rue

Entity/doc

Tater-tot

Quill

Tink

Tank

Grayson/Dr. Felix

Cyrus

C.C

This account is all fun and games so don’t take it too seriously

I like answering asks about me, my ocs, or my aus, and don’t worry, I probably won’t bite lol

Sometimes I might tag things wrong or forget to put a warning on something triggering, if this happens please tell me! I can’t read your mind (sad I know)

Tags:

Dairyy rambles: just me talking

Lactose draws: my art

Secrets uncovered: oc lore, stuff like that

Ooo asks!!!: answered asks

There’s some things I won’t tolerate:

Homophobia

Racism

Transphobia

Any drama happening in the tsams fandom

Harassment

Graphic/ explicit things

NSFW

Political things

Anything that you know for a fact isn’t ok

#pinned post #Dairyy Rambles #lactose draws #secrets uncovered #Ooo asks!!!#aroace #artists on tumblr

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freddie-77-ao3 · 7 months ago

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sup yall we're vibing here

anyway. hey, my name's freddie, and i'm finally trying to write an actual intro/master post which... we'll see how this goes.

important stuff is highlighted in orange.

so, basic stuff:

as I said, my name's freddie. he/him pronouns. i'm a college student (majoring in accounting, might add a psych minor). not gonna say which college but i'm currently in california.

i've been on tumblr since 2019 i think? not under this account, this started as a fandom account and then spiralled out of control... really fast. um, my regular tumblr which i've not actually opened in ages is @chronicchthonic14 so. yeah.

not particularly relevant to this blog, but i might mention it at some point so, i have autism and adhd. and some other things but. like. that list is very long and those are the two most relevant because i promise if i come off wrong/mean, i didn't mean to, i just forget to make my words normal. but. those are the two most referenced. if for whatever reason someone wants to know more or has questions you can send an ask ig?

i'm scottish, born there. moved to US when I was four. finishing uni and moving back.

some quick warnings

this blog definitely contains cursing/vulgar language, whatever you want to call it, so if you're not comfortable with that, probably not the blog for you, as i don't tag cursing or anything for you to filter out.

if, for whatever reason, if i ever reblog something that contains a slur (against racial minorities, queer people, anything) i will ABSOLUTELY tag that though.

also if anyone has any trigger warnings they think any content needs, please let me know-- asks, dms, comments, reblogs

the cursing thing also applies for sort of dirty jokes? think that only applies to like. two posts and very not explicit. those aren't currently tagged but if they get any more explicit they certainly will be.

queer identity because the explicit reminded me, i'm asexual, and probably straight. maybe bi? dunno, don't particularly care. and i'm trans. ftm. this isn't the blog i talk about that on usually though, unless it relates to a specific ask or a fandom thing.

which, getting into what this blog is for because i can't think of anything else i need to add here (guys let me know if i forgot important stuff, please, i'm an idiot!!! i will forget the important stuff and write random shit instead!! i've already deleted three tangents from this!!)

sooooo

fandoms!! ones i write and/or post about or will potentially post about

percy jackson extending to hoo, toa, tkc (definitely post way less about this), mcga (again, way less). haven't read TSATS or COTG yet, but spoilers are fine. i post way more about minor characters. write fanfiction for and have some posted (both on here and ao3) and a bunch of snippets.

dcu-- films, comics, animated shows, all of it. personally, my favorites are young justice (the comics, not show version), new teen titans, and batman inc (batgirls, nightwing, and red robin esp). late 90s yj run is my favorite, and i loved the DCeased event. favorite batman comic is definitely court of owls run. no fanfics posted, but some on docs.

mcu-- way less so, but have a stucky oneshot. slowly making my way through in timeline order.

throne of glass. i'm an aedion and chaol apologizer because they do a bunch of dumb shit but then WHO DOESN'T in this series. fanfics in doc, not posted.

this would go on for ages if i listed everything so instead, here's an ask i answered on my fandoms/genres and everything. feel free to send me asks about anyone. if you send me something about radium girls i may cry though (tears of joy) so there's your advanced warning.

main things you'll see on my blog are incorrect quotes, snippets, and the occasional fic

this^^

my... idk, contact policy? seriously what do i word this

asks are always open, anon is on.

if you send hate... whatever. i'll probably delete it.

unless i find it funny. then I'll post it. there's really little you could say to me that would hurt.

when i say asks are always open, you can drop anything you want.

literally anything

you need to vent? want advice? want to request headcanons? request a fic? give me a prompt? ask random things about me? something else I've forgotten? go right ahead

if you want to ask me to update my fics? go right ahead. sometimes i forget i didn't post something.

send as many asks as you want, i don't care if it might be spam

i can't promise i'll respond to asks in a timely manner, sometimes i open my inbox and forget they exist for months, i'm sorry. if it's something you really want answered you can send another one

dm's are alright? if you want to be friends or something, go right ahead.

anyone can reblog any of my posts/comment/heart, i don't care. you want to heart 50 things in a row? i adore you. if i had kids, you would get my firstborn

if we're mutuals you can ask for my insta/give me yours.

now, other accounts:

anyway, i think that's it?

#intro post #introductory post #pinned intro #pinned post #blog intro

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lexosaurus · 1 year ago

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The Phantom Martian: Chapter 4

Andddd introducing VLAD this chapter! We love an antagonist who is as pathetic cringefail and smug as him! Ruh roh, scoob, what's a Danno to do?

This is a crossover between Danny Phantom x The Martian. You do NOT have to have read/watched The Martian to understand this fic. Tbh I wrote it thinking that only a few people have read this book forgetting that it had a massive online cult-like following back in the day. I didn't grow up online akjsnfskjfdn

Also! I'd like to shoutout @captain-ozone's ghost Sleetjaw, who is a medic in Frostbite's kingdom, and makes an appearance this chapter! I loved him in her fic Shift and so I wrote him in Frostbite's scene too!

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Summary: When Astronaut Mark Watney went to Mars, he knew there was a chance he'd never come home. Now, though, he's determined to last long enough for NASA to save him because this whole dying for science thing is not as fun as it sounds.

Meanwhile, Danny Fenton is just trying to keep his identity a secret amidst a potential crisis with his powers. Seriously, what's up with that weird current under his skin? Why is he having so much trouble controlling it? And why does it feel so familiar...?

In a fit of determination (and possible stupidity), Danny goes to Mars to save Watney, only to add to both their crises when he arrives and can't get home. Will NASA save them? Will Danny have a home to return to if they do?

Chapter WC: 5552

Fic Tags: Danny Fenton & Mark Watney, Canon Divergence, Ecton AU

Excerpt under the cut

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“So…what do you think?” Danny asked. He swung his legs off the ice-medical table, his core happily vibrating in its favorite setting: a cold, icy environment rich with ambient ectoplasm.

Frostbite towered above him, arms folded, his good arm tapping his ecto-ice prosthetic. He tilted his head back, his white jaw jutting out in thought. To his side, the head medic, Sleetjaw, stood in his traditional orange attire with claws clutching his clipboard. He mumbled something in Ghost that Danny couldn't quite make out, but Frostbite waved him off, stepping forward.

“Show me this power again, Great One?” Frostbite requested.

Danny stuck his hand out and called upon the shimmering energy that bubbled just under his skin like molten flames of emerald. The energy spiked, and he directed it to his hands, snapping his fingers to his palm as a trigger. Opening his palm, he stretched the green disc that had appeared with it, pulling it as much as he could—only a few inches across—until the bubble popped and its energy dissipated into nothing more than ambient ectoplasm particles.

“Yeah.” Danny absentmindedly shook out his wrist, batting away the sudden fatigue that had come with it. “Yeah, that's pretty much it.”

“Great One,” Frostbite said after a moment of silence. “I don't have to tell you what that is.”

Despite the chill, Danny could feel his neck prickle with nervous sweat. “What do you mean?”

Frostbite bent down and tapped Danny's chest with his ice claw. “What do you think that power may be?”

#danny phantom #the martian #phicc #my writing #the phantom martian #invisobang 2023

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sideeffectsofhavingnolife · 4 months ago

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IPKKND S:1 EP-6

I swear to God! There's some supernatural power at play that keeps me from being consistent with anything in my life.

Why is it that everytime I try to be productive, life springs me ten miles backwards.

But No Worries, We are back on track to watch the sixth episode of Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon.

"Hum jaa rahe hai" She is so cute.

Oh my god! Bua ji is tagging along. I must have missed that in the last episode. This is just as bad as it sounds.

"Bina dil ki dilli, Maachis ki tilli" Ayo! I live in Delhi. But I also kinda do lack a heart at times. So maybe that's true.

But does the tailer dude has to rhyme, 'cause maachis ki tilli' doesn't add anything to this.

Yes boy! stand up for us delhites.

"Un gundo ko aapse bachaya tha"Oh he is so sweet.

"Pehle hi darshan ho gaye... devi maiyaa ke." I like him.

Take your chance, boy. Let her know that you two are going to be sharing the city.

This is unnecessarily emotional.

That traffic ain't nothing, girl. You should see it now.

I don't like Bua ji but she is right! That's how you gotta cross the road here.

But take them with you, why would you leave them behind! The Bua keeps getting worse.

They just sat in a rikshaw without telling him their destination OR negotiating the price. Is an auto supposed to be a new concept?

"Humare auto me to teen ka hi permit hai, mata ji!" Even the rikshaw waala is roasting her.

Ughh, Stop staring at women and focus on the road. I hate how this is being shown in a playful light because this is so common it's not even taken seriously anymore.

So they are going to Laxmi nagar, close to my home just that it was 12 years ago.

Lovely! Throw some more bags at him.

Lol! He just flew Bua ji with him.

No way! She just had a whole fucking moment with that man.

And she has the audacity to accuse Khushi of being immodest.

Does she know him? Probably not.

Why does she have a home here?

"Kaam se dosti aur khud se dushmani" What a fucking line to define workaholics.

My girl is literally fucking with a plug switch to turn on the fan. Don't be that dumb Khushi.

I relate to clumsy Khushi though.

Wow! That really triggered Bua Ji. Accept it Bua ji you were thirsting after that man.

"Uske sage baap ka call hai" Why is she so despicable?

Are we always going to have sulky mother. Will she ever come around?

'Pardes'? She just went to another city. Everyone is so overdramatic.

But if I was stuck with Bua ji, I would be crying rivers as well.

or just straight up...

The spider webs? how long has it been? Was it left unattended for 20 years or so.

The bed looks okay though. I would just go to sleep without cleaning anything.

Where did they get these golden stars hangings from? did they visit Arnav's ad shoot as well.

Yess! Die bitch, Die on dust and pollution. That would make me soo happy.

She's got asthma, God is fair.

Lol! She just dropped dead on the bed. Way to go!

My girl stole a scooter, she's already a thief. God knows! what would Delhi make of her?

Hard luck Arnav, wo ladki tumhe chhod ke nahi jaane waali.

Noo! Why is she fine? I want her to be gone!

Stop driving in the opposite direction. That's not a new rule either.

And she banged up his car! Nice! He is totally gonna ask her to pay for it or something.

A little bit of "Aap", a little bit of "Tum" that's all we want.

To the next episode we go!!!

#ipkknd #ipkknd episode liveblogs #brainrot #Bua ji needs to die

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nfcv-saltmine · 4 months ago

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Censoring because I'm not about to participate into this modern witch hunt.

In all due respect to the person who sent me this... Get over it, please. Being gross isn't a crime. But you know what is? Harrassment and calls for hatred.

I'm sorry but I have seen enough of those modern witch hunts to not want to participate. This is ridiculous, seriously. A call out post... To protect who, fictional characters? What about doing call out posts for people who you know and have proof that they are an actual predator, not someone you ASSUME are bad because they enjoy something bad happening in fiction to a 100% fictional character?

This is so basic but people can enjoy topics and scenarios in fiction that they would not enjoy and would actually condemn in real life (and they don't all show their enjoyment the same way. The reblogger you're talking about seem to be sarcastic in their comments. You're weirded out and have a doubt about their intentions? Their askbox and DMs are open as I type this, maybe start there before trying to raise a bunch of strangers against them). You don't like it? Okay! I don't like heavy gore in porn! So I just ignore it or block people or tags, and go on with my life, because at the end of the day... Who's being harmed?? Who cares?? I'm not gonna assume someone is a serial killer or support serial killers for it. You just don't understand what they find appealing in this...? Just. You know. Ask??

The people you are calling out not only gave trigger warnings, but from what I see of them, they tag their stuff, too (and a little comment that they forgot or should add a tag isn't gonna cause as much harm as literally exposing them to the world for a little mistake, or for being "gross"). Exactly so people can easily ignore or not see them at all. You read anyway? The blame's on you. You just don't like that it exist? Again, get over it, it's not a crime. And calling it CP or CSA is so fucking ridiculous and make it seem like you take the very terms like a joke, because no real child is being harmed. And yet you put real horrors real children go through... With fake scenarios filled with fake characters?? (When the protagonist of the scenario is very obviously a bad guy you shouldn't root for, too??) What's next. Are we not gonna be allowed to have fictions about murders because murdering is bad and some people are triggered by it because a loved one has been killed? No more rape scenes (the kind that actually serve the story/a character's lore) because rape bad and triggering?? What about the very character of Dracula who canonically is a genocidal monster. Do you think people who like him, or the ones who wrote him, or drew him, are also monsters who need to be called out for liking such a horrible bastard?? I don't think so. Yet, no matter how many heavy and bad topics people explore out there, everywhere, even the clumsier ones... No one reacts the way people like you react to fictional underage SA or incest, even when it's obvious the people enjoying it KNOW it's bad and do not condone it irl and don't even write/draw it to be sexy. Typical double standards.

I'd argue that we need to be able to have any kind of heavy topic in fiction, even the clumsy ones. Because they're stuff that happen irl and it would be stupid to just ignore their existence. So let people explore and enjoy them in a safe way if they want. Seriously, an obscure fic that grossed you out or even triggered you is not worth the person you find disgusting being harassed or attacked or hated by all.

Even if it isn't your intention to cause them to be harassed or harmed... You and your friends literally gave names. You literally reduced two whole blogs to one gross post or ship and made it so people would think "oh they're bad, better stay away from them". You want them to be isolated and rejected by all (because that's what is gonna happen if everyone blocks them and "spread the word" you know). You, yourself, came to my askbox, to warn me about someone being gross like you're expecting me to expose them, too... And I really hope you or your friends didn't do this to many other people because that is just a fucked up thing to do, especially if you had "good" intentions. And saying you don't want them to get harassed isn't gonna make up for the fact you're screaming at the top of your lungs, for as many people as possible to hear, "STAY AWAY FROM THOSE PEDOPHILES!!" when the worst thing they did is enjoy something fucked up in a piece of fiction.

SO MUCH TROUBLE could be avoided if you or your friends simply WENT to the people concerned directly to explain your PoV and maybe ask for theirs, instead of doing... This. Literally, what prevented you from opening discussion?? If you think they fucked up, do you REALLY think it's gonna help them change and improve to shit on them behind their back and encourage people to block them?? Why directly going on the "call out post" route, wich can end DRAMATICALLY for NOTHING, when from all you know... A simple, cordial ask could have probably solved the whole thing?? I'm sorry but this pisses me off. Just for this, nor you nor your friends can claim to have the moral high ground. We aren't talking about a big celebrity wich you can't reach wich also influence a lot of people. We are talking about two random people who have no influence (despite what you seem to think), who seem to be open to discussions. Give the people a chance to explain themselves before you jump to conclusions, seriously. You don't want to? Okay, no one forces you. But don't then pull this shit and then pretend you're morally better and they're the worst when the whole thing... Can be reduced to a misunderstanding you didn't try to clear up. Or a mistake you didn't attempt to bring to the OPs' attention. Or simply a taste in fictions you do not share.

#you can't say 'oh i hope they change and be better' when your first reaction to them doing something you don't like #is running away and shitting on them while exposing them for everyone to see #that's very cowardly to do. and I hope YOU change for the better.#ofc I'm not saying you HAD to confront them. you don't owe anyone anything. but if you're going to do this...#yeah. i do think you should've try a more peaceful approach first if your goal was to make tumblr a better place or for them to change #it works? nice. it doesn't? at least you tried and now you have actual reason to complain about them. it's a win-win situation.#sorry if you think i would join the witch hunt because my whole blog is dedicated to NFCV hunt lmao

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icecream-and-gadreel · 2 years ago

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Handle Me(NSFW)

Summary: Castiel owns an upscale apartment with his family. When Dean, a handsome new tenant, moves in, Castiel's (slightly creepy) social media digging leads him to Dean's only fans page.

Pairing: Top!Castiel/Bottom!Dean, Gunner, Gabriel

Rating: NSFW (Read it in the breakroom!)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, language, rough sex, jealous!Castiel, slight dirty talk, size kink, a brief altercation

Specific warning: WARNING: This fic describes a panic attack; if that will trigger you, please do not read it! The method of dealing with this panic attack in this fic is NOT a method that would work for everyone (I just thought I'd mention that)

Word count: 8000+ (weoooo)

A/N: Guess who's back with a brand new track! Seriously, this shit took me a year to write. Lmao, enjoy!

Eternity squad: @mrswhozeewhatsis, @sheinthatfandom (The eternity squad is open! Shoot me an ask to join in and get tagged in all of my fics!)

Castiel

"Gabriel," Castiel growls, banging on the bathroom door. "It's your turn to make rounds!" he says, slumping against the door. Nothing. He knocks once more, flinching as, finally, the door flies open. Gabriel stares at him with a sunken face, his bathrobe snugly wrapped around his form.

"Come on, Cassy, you know I can't function this early in the morning," Gabriel coos, batting his eyelashes.

"You're acting like that's my problem," he grumbles. They stare at each other silently for many moments before Gabriel slams the door shut. Huffing, Castiel makes his way into the lobby, pinching the bridge of his nose. Running an apartment building is far more work than it sounds. Granted, it always seemed like a lot of work, but Castiel's family tried to convince him otherwise. As he passes, he snatches the clipboard off the front desk, pulling the pen from it as he makes his way to the elevator. He rapidly presses the up button, grumbling under his breath as the old elevator rattles. "God, I hate this place." He continues grumbling as he steps into the elevator, eyes running down the laundry list of tasks on the clipboard.

"Hey – hold it!" a gruff voice calls, making Castiel stiffen. He wedges his foot between the doors just before they shut, and his jaw damn near hits the ground as a man jogs toward him. Behind a stack of boxes is the most handsome face he's ever seen. Wide, green eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a gorgeous smile. Castiel sucks in an inadvertent breath, fighting to say anything as the man settles beside him.

"Floor," Castiel blurts, gaining a furrowed brow from the other man. "What...floor?"

"Oh – sorry, 13," the man says, a soft smile on his face. Castiel presses thirteen, trying to remember how to speak to another human being. Just as his brain begins to function again, the smell of warm cologne fills the elevator.

"What are you wearing?" Castiel asks, gaining another puzzled look from the man. Before Castiel can reclaim dignity, the stranger is doubled over in laughter. "Cologne," he adds in a helium-high voice.

"Bleu Chanel," the man answers, trying to stifle his laughter.

"Oh. I like it," Castiel mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. Curse this slow, god-damned elevator. "I'm Castiel."

"Dean," he says, releasing his hand from beneath the boxes and offering it to him. Castiel takes his hand, frowning.

"...Winchester?" he asks, gaining a furrowed brow from the other man. "I'm not creepy," he adds, rigorously shaking Dean's hand and clamping his mouth shut. After many moments of silence, Dean lets out another hearty laugh, his head dropping.

"I think some context would help you out here, buddy."

"Oh – shit – um –" Castiel shows Dean his clipboard – "I'm one of your landlords. I heard about you yesterday."

"Damn, and here I thought I had a new stalker," he teases.

"Sorry to disappoint, Dean," Castiel retorts, gaining even more laughter. Finally, the elevator dings. Dean steps off, giving the other man a nod before walking down the hall. Castiel can't help but stare as he does, noting how his clothes strain against his muscled frame. "I'm a moron," the landlord whispers, leaning his head against the wall. He sits there for a while, tilting his head up when he realizes the elevator isn't moving. Right, he never even picked his own floor.

…....

The last few hours have been a daze. All of Castiel's embarrassing, fumbling words replay in his mind on repeat, and all he wants to do is crawl into a hole and die. He curses his stupid brain as he knocks on door 1208, flipping through the pages on his clipboard. Claire cracks open the door just wide enough so that her head can peek out, a blank expression on her face.

"It's the first of the month!" Castiel says, trying to put on a chipper tone.

"Whaddya want?" Claire grumbles, rubbing a hand over her eye.

"Well, rent's due," he replies with a forced smile.

"I just paid you last month!"

"I thought it was common knowledge that rent is due every month," Castiel says, gaining a deep-set glare from his tenant. She lets out a long groan, rolling her eyes.

"You're annoying. Tomorrow, I get paid," Claire says.

"Thanks! We appreciate your continued –" she slams the door in his face – "Patronage," he adds in a near whisper. Castiel treks back to the elevator, going over his checklist once more. Only one floor left. He presses 13, a zip of electricity going up his spine as memories from earlier flood his brain. God damn, he's never met someone so handsome before. At the very least, he could try and befriend Dean. He knocks on door 1320, shaking away the intrusive thoughts.

"Benny, it's the first of the month –" Castiel's words divulge into a flurry of stuttered utterances as his eyes lock on Dean. He stands in a wife-beater with loose sweatpants falling around his waist. Castiel looks at the door number, cursing to himself. 1318. "Hello again." The Winchester smiles down at him, cocking an eyebrow.

"Hey. Who's Benny?" he asks, a chuckle in his throat.

"Not you...wrong door," Castiel squeaks, turning away as heat rises to his cheeks. Sucking in a breath, Castiel turns back to Dean, clearing his throat. "I'm not always this awkward."

"Is that right?" Dean asks, pursing his lips.

"Yeah," he concurs, nodding. "You just flustered me, but I can be quite sociable when I'm not nervous," Castiel adds. Dean nods, looking Castiel up and down.

"I'll hold you to that, Cas."

–

"You're kinda weirding me out," Gabriel says as he locks up the drawer next to Castiel.

Hell, he's creeping himself out.

He's only known Dean for a few days, but he can't get him out of his mind. He's read Dean's application forms over and over, looked at his Facebook all the way back to 2015, and now he's checking to see if he's still on Myspace. "I've never seen someone that attractive," he groans, smiling when he finds another social media. "Of course, Twitter," he coos. Like all of his other profiles, Dean hardly has anyone following him, with five or ten likes on each post.

"How about asking him out instead of being a creeper?" Gabriel grumbles, tucking the keys into his pocket.

"Not everyone's as forward as you," Castiel says as he stands from the desk. Gabriel shrugs, checking his watch.

"Put his file back and lock up. We can't afford to get robbed again."

"Of course." Castiel watches as his brother leaves, tucking away the file as he continues scrolling down Dean's Twitter. He pauses on a shirtless picture of the Winchester, letting out a short whistle. He continues browsing as he returns to his apartment, his eyes locking on a specific comment under one of his posts.

Maddiebub: 'OMG is this you?!'

Impa69: 'Ha no!'

Castiel frowns, clicking on the link. "Onlyfans?" He speaks slowly, his frown deepening. He quickly gets into his apartment, his eyes never leaving his phone as he moves toward his bedroom. He clicks on the link and plops down on his bed, his eyes scanning over the page as it loads.

The first thing he sees is a masked, shirtless man with his hands behind his head. 'Anonymous43', five thousand subscribers. He stands from the bed, tossing his phone and heading to his desk. Turning on his laptop, he types in the Onlyfans address once more. Castiel tilts his head, staring at the muscled body lining the banner. It couldn't really be him...could it? No, there's no way! He chuckles, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a credit card. There's no way.

Ten dollars later, his computer screen is flooded with a faceless man in various provocative poses, some nude, some not. The videos are silent, adding to his anonymous flare. "Woah," Castiel squeaks as he lands on another video. The man slowly strokes his thick shaft, a black butt plug visible between his thighs. "Ooh..." Castiel breathes, his cock twitching at the sight of it. His eyes glide over the mystery man's freckled skin, and he fights the urge to grip his cock, continuing to scroll down the page. His eyes widen as a 'Weekly live stream now live!' notification pops up on his screen. Castiel's heart beats faster in his chest, his jaw clenching as he takes a dry gulp.

Hell, even if it isn't Dean, this guy is hot. He clicks on the notification, searching the empty room on his screen. Typical enough, a bed pressed against the wall, a fancy gamer chair. An array of dildos and butt plugs sits on the desk, making Castiel's face flush red. The boxer-clad lower half of Anonymous43 walks into the frame, waving at the audience with one hand behind his back. Castiel flinches as a comically large dildo is suctioned onto the table next to the already impressive collection, his cock twitching once more. "Will that even fit?" he breathes, a zip of excitement rushing up his spine at the prospect of finding out.

Anonymous pulls his boxers down his thighs, tossing them aside before rubbing his length. Castiel stares in awe as the man's cock grows, excitement buzzing at his skin. Finally, the man sinks into his seat, his face still cut off and his throbbing cock in full view. Castiel tilts his head as if he could will the camera to pan up to the man's face. Finally, Anonymous speaks.

"How's it hangin', fellas?" he asks, voice gruff and low. He pauses for a moment, chuckling. "My camera's fucked up again? Hold on..." He begins fiddling with his camera, panning it up until –

Castiel slams his laptop shut, heart pounding against his chest. There's no fucking way. He stares around his room, feeling like he's just been caught doing something he shouldn't have. After many moments of silent panicking, he slowly opens his laptop, fingers drumming against his desk as it goes from black back to the Onlyfans page. 'Join Livestream' is plastered across the screen, and he nods to himself, clicking on it once more.

Castiel stares at the screen slack-jawed, his eyes searching the screen wildly. "Dean?" he says, an inadvertent moan escaping him as Dean begins stroking his cock. Castiel tries to soak in everything all at once, finally focusing on those green eyes. Those same eyes that made his breath hitch only days ago. He tears his eyes away from the screen, pinching the bridge of his nose. Something about this feels...wrong. Like he's peeping through his neighbor's blinds or spying on a friend in the shower. It feels grimy, somehow. Yes, he paid, and yes, Dean is doing this willingly. But it still feels wrong. Castiel begins to click out of the live stream, pausing when Dean starts to speak.

"Gimme a break. I'm still tryna figure out all this computer crap," Dean says, adjusting his camera. "Oh, some asshole keeps posting links to my account on my Twitter, so I gotta change the name again." Castiel sucks his teeth, leaning back in his seat. Dean begins stroking his cock once more, letting out a soft moan. "I'm really horny, so – you gotta deal with the crooked camera for now, ok?"

Castiel's cock twitches again, and he groans, swiping a hand over his face. "Forgive me, Dean," he whispers, looking around his room before turning up the volume.

"Alright, guys, it's about that time," Dean grunts, his voice hushed and teasing. Castiel rubs a hand over his growing bulge, leaning closer to the monitor. "If you wanna help me play with my toys, start donating. Everyone else is getting kicked out," he says. Castiel damned near jumps out of his chair, diving for his wallet and pulling out his debit card. "Don't get shy on me now. You don't wanna miss this," Dean purrs.

"Damn right, I don't," Castiel grumbles, quickly entering his card details. He hits the donate button, sighing in relief.

Dean pauses his hand, leaning forward and squinting. “User45347?” He says, chuckling to himself. "You gotta change that, man. Thanks for the donation."

"You're welcome, Dean," Castiel says. Pausing, Castiel frowns. Is it weird to respond? He can't even hear him. He stares at the replies going across Dean's screen, smacking himself on the forehead. Leave a comment. Just as he goes to click on the 'reply' box, Dean is standing from his seat, hand still stroking his cock as he goes for a bottle of lube.

"Now that we're alone... let's get to it," Dean says. He squeezes a dollop of lube into his hand, clearing his throat. "I really, really wanna try my big boy tonight –" Dean leans forward, resting his elbow on his desk – "But if you've stopped by before, you know I never get too far with that one," He pushes a lubed finger into his hole, a hushed moan escaping him. Castiel leans even closer to the monitor in an attempt to hear better. Fuck, what he wouldn't do to have him moaning in his ear. Dean pants softly as he pumps his fingers into himself, closing his eyes as he gets lost in the rhythm. Slowly zipping down his fly, Castiel watches intently, pulling his pulsing cock out of his pants with a moan. "So, whaddya wanna see in me?" he asks. "Besides your own dick," he adds teasingly. Castiel watches as the comments flood in, using his free hand to add his request. After reading through some of the comments, Dean grabs a green dildo, slowly slipping his tongue around the tip of it. It's no bigger than four inches, but the curve at the end is sure to reach Dean's spot, Castiel thinks.

"Holy shit," Castiel whispers, a smile stretching across his face. He begins stroking his cock, guttural moans escaping him as he watches Dean suck on the small dildo. On the other end, Dean turns away from his camera, straddling his chair and poking his ass out, looking over his shoulder. The Winchester spreads his plump cheeks apart, slowly sinking the dildo into his tight hole with a long, guttural moan.

"Ngh...good choice," he says as he begins to pump the dildo inside of himself. An array of soft, mewling moans falls from Dean over and over, his cock twitching with every slow thrust of the dildo. "Keep moaning for me," Castiel breathes. He uses his free hand to type, biting his lip between his teeth as Dean continues his slow pace.

User45347: What a view...

Dean chokes out a laugh, going back to his moaning moments later. "I'm glad you like it."

Castiel closes his eyes, his mind filled with images of Dean bent over before him, taking every inch of his throbbing cock. He'd be slow at first, letting Dean adjust to his size, but by the end, he'd be unrelenting. Castiel massages his balls, giving his cock rough strokes as his edge quickly approaches. "Dean, you feel amazing," he groans, throwing his head back.

"Fuck that's good," Dean breathes, his voice getting caught in his throat.

"Come for me, baby," Castiel hisses, finally opening his eyes. Dean is fucking himself with quick, short thrusts, his other hand jacking off his cock in sync with his rhythm. His look is pure ecstasy, his cheeks flushed, and his mouth gaped as he reaches his edge. Castiel comes moments later, moaning far louder than he intended to, his body arching out of the chair as hot strips of come coat his shirt. Castiel stares up at the ceiling in the afterglow of his orgasm, eyes shifting wildly. "Wow," he whispers, resting a hand on his forehead.

Dean slowly eases the dildo out of his ass, his head lulling back as he takes short, rapid breaths. "As fun as that was, I'm lookin' for a real challenge."

–

Dean

"Son of a bitch," he hisses as he limps down the hall. He definitely overdid it last night, but he's never been one to back down from a challenge! Despite all this pain, he still hasn't gotten to his giant toy yet. Dean grumbles to himself, rubbing his butt with a pout. A door opens a few feet away, making him flinch his hand away and straighten up. He nods at his new neighbor, trying to walk like a regular person.

"Hey!"

Dean whirls around to the source of the voice, staring down at the brown-haired man. After a few moments, Dean gives him a little wave, twitching a smile. "Hey?" he responds, flinching as the man holds up a flyer. Something about an apartment-wide get-together decorated with sparkles and crudely drawn desserts. "Ah..."

"You're Dean, right?" he asks. Dean's heart clinches in his chest, and he slowly nods, taking down a dry gulp. "I'm Gabriel. I'm the one who accepted your application, sugar!"

"Oh!" Dean holds a hand over his heart, chuckling. "You and Cas know how to bury the lead, huh?" he adds through laughter. Gabriel grins, shrugging.

"It runs in the family, I guess," he says as he offers Dean the flyer again. "This is for all the new kids on the block. A little 'get to know who to avoid and who to nod at in the hallway' type of thing."

"Sounds like my kinda party. You supply the beer?" Dean asks, grabbing the flyer.

"All the lukewarm beer your little heart can handle," he coos, gaining a hearty laugh from Dean.

"Will Cas be there?" he mumbles as he reads. After many moments of silence, he looks up, frowning at the strange smile on Gabriel's face. "What?"

"He'll be there all alone, sweetpea."

"... ok?" Dean says. Gabriel shoots him a wink before damn near skipping down the hall, leaving Dean with more questions than answers. He chuckles to himself as memories of Castiel flood his brain. God, he's a weirdo. But in a good way.

–

Castiel

"Thanks again, man," Dean says, running his fingers through his sweat-slicked hair. Castiel grunts in response, trying to stop his legs from wobbling as he holds up the flat-screen TV.

"What are friends for?" he says through gritted teeth, sucking in a deep breath and lifting his side of the TV. Dean pushes the elevator button, shooting the other man an apologetic look. Dean smells of expensive cologne, even though they've been putting his apartment together all afternoon.

Castiel's mind trails back to memories of the live stream, his eyes flicking to Dean's plump rear. He never got to his largest toy. The biggest he could take was a mildly girthy seven-inch vibrator. But after a week of waiting, Castiel can finally watch Dean attempt his other toys again. As Castiel's mind begins to wander back to the other night, his grip on the TV slips. "Shit!" Before he can adequately react, another set of hands grabs the TV, a hearty laugh filling the air. Gunner raises to his full height, shaking his head at Castiel.

"Clumsy per usual," Gunner says, tssking his landlord.

"You're home early," Castiel says, stretching his back with a groan.

"I got eliminated earlier than I hoped," Gunner says. Both men turn to Dean as he lets out an excited noise, his eyes wide and twinkling.

"Holy shit," Dean breathes. Gunner smiles slickly, tilting his head. The elevator doors finally slide open, and all three men squeeze into the space.

"Do you know each other?" Castiel asks, looking between them both.

"Yeah – well, no, I'm just a fan..." Dean's voice begins to trail away as Gunner laughs, an awestruck look on his face.

"It's not often my fans are as handsome as you, so I'm honored," he says, winking. Dean lets out a light, fluttering laugh, trying to keep himself steady.

"I'm Dean."

"You new here, Dean?"

"As of last week, yeah," Dean says, pressing 13. Castiel clears his throat, rubbing the back of his head.

"Anyways –"

"You're on thirteen, too?" Gunner cuts in, making Castiel clamp his mouth shut. "Small world."

"Yeah, come borrow sugar anytime," Dean blurts, flicking his eyes to the ground. "'Or whatever," he adds, gaining a hum from Gunner. Castiel laughs awkwardly, resting his hands on his hips.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," Gunner rasps. His voice is deeper than usual, his eyes hooded, and he has a gentle smile on his face. His smug, handsome, annoying face. He's never looked so punchable.

When they finally reach the thirteenth floor, Castiel holds the doors open for the other men, watching as they quickly make their way down the hall.

Dean laughs at something Castiel can't hear, pausing when he notices his landlord isn't following. "You still want that beer, Cas?" Dean yells. Castiel observes the other men once more before silently shaking his head and pressing the 'close door' button.

….

"They like each other!" Castiel whines, draping himself dramatically over Gabriel's couch. Gabriel plops down next to Castiel with a tub of ice cream and two spoons, nodding sympathetically. "There was chemistry and – flirting – why wasn't I born six inches taller?"

"It's a family curse," Gabriel sighs, stabbing the spoon into the ice cream. "All of our inches go to our dicks."

"I didn't come here to talk about our dicks, Gabriel," Castiel grumbles with a disgusted shudder. Gabriel shrugs, offering him the ice cream.

"Let's cry into a tub of rocky road and get you on Tinder."

"This is less helpful than I thought it would be," Castiel groans, leaning up on the couch as his phone's alarm goes off. 'Dean's live stream.' He perks up at the notification, damn near sprinting out of the apartment. At least Dean was all his tonight. He rushes through the rooms in his apartment, flinging open his laptop and pulling up the live stream. Damn, already five minutes in. Dean sits naked with a small pink butt plug in hand, laughing about something Castiel missed.

"I just mean...I need someone who can handle me," Dean says, shrugging. Castiel ponders over his words, watching all of the overly thirsty men flooding Dean's comment section. The Winchester scans his eyes over the comments, chuckling at some, lightly humming at others. His eyes lock onto something, and he bursts out laughing, throwing his head back. "User45347, you're back!" Dean says gleefully, leaning closer to the monitor with a wide grin. "Still didn't get around to an actual username, huh?" he asks, chuckling. Castiel chuckles to himself, a warm feeling going over him. Even if Dean laughs at him, he still likes the attention. "Anyways, I met my celebrity crush today. He's the one who got me thinkin' like this," Dean groans, gripping his cock and biting his lip. "I've been crazy horny ever since."

Castiel stares blankly at the screen, his jaw clenched tight. "I can't even pretend you're mine when I'm alone," he says, leaning back in his seat.

"Seriously. I'm a pretty big guy. I need someone who can fold my ass in half!" Dean chuckles. Castiel types before he can even think, his heart pounding.

User45347: I could do that.

He's no different than the other men drooling over Dean in the comments. He's just another wallet getting sweet-talked into spending more.

"Yeah?" Dean says, staring at the screen intently. "Could you really, User?" Dean asks, biting his lip with a wide grin. Castiel stares as well, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Is he really talking to him?

User45347: Yes. Easily.

"What would you do to me?" Dean asks, winking. Castiel stiffens in his place, biting his lip. He rubs at his growing bulge, typing with his free hand.

User45347: I'd fuck you until your legs are useless. Make it so no other dick could make you come.

Dean runs his tongue over the plug, resting his head on his hand with a grin. "Promise?" His voice is light and airy, a look of lust overtaking his face. Castiel's cock jumps, a low, growling moan in his throat. He'd go upstairs and show him if he were bolder. Dean stands from his seat, stroking his cock with short grunts. "Now look what you did. I'm hornier than ever. Take responsibility if we ever meet, got it?"

Dickman69: Geez, don't tell me you like User more than us :(

1TerranceHoward1: Show your ass again pls

lilbigmedi: Shut up about User already!!

Dean lets out a hearty laugh, running his fingers through his hair. "Yeesh, I think I'll end it here. You guys are rowdy tonight."

With that, Dean stops the Livestream, leaving Castiel to his lonesome. Sighing, he stands from his computer, swiping a hand over his face. Pathetic. He feels every bit as miserable as he did when he watched Gunner steal Dean's attention in the elevator. He mindlessly slips into his bed, eyes locked on the ceiling. "It's just some guy," Castiel whispers, pulling the blankets over his form. Just some gorgeous, funny guy. Castiel's hand trails over his shaft, his cock throbbing underneath the touch. He curses to himself, pulling his hand away and turning on his side.

................

"Do I really have to go?" Castiel grumbles, adjusting his tie in the mirror. Gabriel hops into a pair of pants, grunting as he plops down on the couch.

"Come on, Cassy, just ten minutes of lookin' at your tenants' faces! I worked hard on this!"

"Yeah, but..." Castiel lets his voice trail away, letting out a deep sigh. He hasn't talked to Dean since that day in the elevator. Days have passed without incident. He hasn't bumped into him since that day, and thank god for that. He can barely understand his emotions, and seeing Dean would only worsen things. "Fine, I'll shake hands and then make my exit."

"Good boy," Gabriel says in a sing-song voice, smacking his hands together.

–

Dean

Crowds have never really been Dean's thing. Seriously, he hates making small talk and pretending like he gives a damn. Alas, to make friends, you actually have to speak to people. He mindlessly wanders around the rooftop, taking in the cheesy decorations and bobbing his head to the awful pop music filling the air. He pauses at a table filled with alcohol, swiping up an unlabeled beer. Just as Gabriel promised, it's lukewarm. He stares at his new neighbors, trying to find a familiar face. Finally, he lands on Gunner and perks up, giving him a lazy wave. Too eager? Who gives a damn. That's Gunner freaking Lawless.

"There he is," Gunner yells above the music, extending his arm to Dean.

"There I am," Dean squeaks, kicking himself immediately. He goes to shake Gunner's hand, his break hitching as the other man pulls him into a half hug. This is really happening. His idol is actually hugging him – tight! – and resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Good seeing ya," Gunner says in his ear, squeezing him before pulling away. Dean nods in response, trying to will his heartbeat to return to normal. Gunner nods his head to a somewhat empty corner before walking off. Dean follows along with a spring in his step, damn near floating through the crowd. Gunner Lawless wants to be alone with him!

"You settling in ok?" Gunner asks, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"As ok as anyone could," Dean says, shrugging. The other man chuckles, eyes running over Dean's form.

"So what does Dean do for a living?" he asks.

"Huh?" Dean blurts, stiffening.

"I mean, a place like this ain't cheap, right?" Gunner says, pointing to a blonde girl across from them. "We got trust fund kid, my neighbor's a doctor, and you?"

"A little of this, a little of that," Dean replies, flicking his eyes away. "Nothing fun," he adds.

"Hm." Gunner nods, cocking an eyebrow. "You in porn?" he asks. Dean's throat dries, his heart pounding in his chest. "That or you're runnin' drugs," he adds, chuckling.

"I..." He lets his voice trail away as the horrified look on Gunner's face registers.

"I was just joking...are you really..." Dean stutters over his words, heat rising to his cheeks. Gunner stares silently, clearing his throat. "Well, whatever works for you, right?" he asks, laughing awkwardly. Gunner takes a step away from him, a stale smile on his face.

"Please don't say anything," Dean blurts, looking around the crowd. It feels like everyone is staring at him. He hates being looked at. Gunner mimes zipping his lips, and nods. Just as Dean begins to calm down, Gunner chuckles.

"Were you good in school?" he asks. Dean shrugs.

"Hated homework, but I passed tests," Dean says, chuckling.

"Good in school, handsome, charismatic, but you still end up in porn?" Gunner says. Dean's smile sinks once more, and he shifts his feet.

"Well, Onlyfans. But yeah."

"Ah. The new age prostitution feels less dirty because it's through the screen, right?" Gunner asks. This time, there's no laughter following his sentence. Dean lets out a forced laugh, stroking the back of his neck.

"C-can we talk about somethin' else?" he asks, smacking Gunner on the arm. Gunner flinches back away from him.

"Maybe don't touch me anymore," he grumbles. "That doesn't make you feel dirty, Dean?" he asks, flicking his tongue over his lip. Dean would've punched him in the face and gone on about his business if it was anyone else. But this is Gunner freaking Lawless. The man he's idolized for the vast majority of his life.

"What?"

"No offense, just wondering. I could never be with someone who gets fucked by strangers for money."

And just like that, it feels like he can't breathe again. Everyone's staring at him; everyone's whispering about him. They all know, and they hate him for it. He takes a short breath, eyes widening as it gets stuck in his throat. He tries to calm himself and tries to ground himself. He inadvertently grabs for Gunner, eyes widening as Gunner brushes past him.

"Again with the touching, Dean." He holds his hands up in defense, walking around Dean and getting lost in the crowd. Sinking to the ground, Dean clenches his arms around himself in an attempt to slow his rapid breaths. Fuck. Not here.

–

Castiel

"Nice to meet you," Castiel limply shakes another tenant's hand, willing himself not to roll his eyes. Two minutes down, eight to go. He continues down the line of new tenants that Gabriel arranged for him to meet, staring around the rooftop. He'd rather not see Dean and Gunner making out somewhere, but damn, does he still want to see Dean. As if the universe is laughing at him, Gunner bumps into him with a lazy smile.

"Mr. clumsy strikes again," he says, chuckling. Castiel frowns, staring around.

"Dean isn't with you?" he asks, a smile spreading across his lips. Gunner pauses for a moment, clearing his throat.

"Last I saw, he was sitting over there," he says, gesturing behind himself. "Between you and I, I'd leave him where he is," he adds in a near whisper. Cocking an eyebrow, Castiel walks through the crowd, trying to find the words to say to Dean when he sees him. It's only been a couple days, but damn, has he missed talking to him. All words fall away from him when he finally makes it to Dean, his eyes going wide.

Dean sits against the wall hugging himself, his eyes squeezed shut tight as he rocks back and forth.

Leaning down, Castiel studies him. "Dean," Castiels says softly. "Are you ok?"

"No," Dean breathes, hugging himself tighter. "I feel – I don't know – I'm scared."

Gently, he places his hand on Dean's shoulder, slowly pulling away as Dean flinches under his touch. Dean looks up at him, saying something that gets drowned out by the music. Castiel leans in closer. "What?"

"Fuck – hug me," Dean groans, his breaths short and ragged. "Hug me, squeeze me tight, hug me!" He speaks rapidly, his fingers digging into his arms. Castiel pulls him into a bone-crushing hug without hesitation, ignoring the hoots and howls of those around them. "Nngh – just like that," Dean whispers, his ragged breaths beginning to slow. Castiel's cock twitches, and he curses himself, closing his eyes shut tight. Dear god, not right now! "Tell me I'm safe," Dean says, his voice light and whispy. Castiel nuzzles against him, his length twitching once more. Why does he have to smell so good and feel so warm? Why the hell is his voice so tempting?! Taking a deep breath, Castiel squeezes him tighter.

"I'll never let anything happen to you, Dean," Castiel says. Chuckling, Dean lets his head fall to Castiel's shoulder.

"That's a little intense, buddy," he says, chuckling again.

"Your breathing seems better, though," Castiel says, rubbing Dean's back.

"Yeah," he says, wrapping his arms around Castiel's back. Dean spreads his legs just enough so the other man falls into him, Castiel's hard cock pressing against him. "I knew I felt somethin'. You gettin' off on this?" Dean teases, rolling his hips forward.

"N-no!"

"Mm, you sure? Seeing me all vulnerable didn't do it for you?" he whispers, laughing as Castiel pulls away.

…...

"Well," Dean begins, rustling with his keys. "I know how to leave an impression, eh?" After awkwardly explaining the situation to Gabriel, Castiel was (thankfully) allowed to leave the party and escort Dean back to his apartment.

"I wouldn't worry too much," Castiel says, clearing his throat. "When Benny drinks, he likes to strip. That usually drowns out any of the other awkward things of the night."

"Fantastic," he says, smiling softly. "You wanna know somethin'?" he says, continuing when Castiel nods. "Not one person even looked my way while I was freakin' out."

"I'm sorry," Castiel says, shaking his head.

"For what? That's on them, not you."

"Well, I'm also for earlier. My body has poor timing," Castiel says. Dean purses his lips, nodding.

"I still owe you that beer, don't I?"

"Oh, yeah," Castiel says.

"Come in. They're nice and cold, promise," he says. Wordlessly, Castiel walks in after Dean, staring around at the simple decor. Band posters from the eighties and photos line the walls. Castiel stares around the apartment with wide eyes, buzzing with excitement. He's really in Dean's house. In no way did he ever think he'd get this far. But, in the same vein, he needs to keep his head straight. Dean needs someone to depend on right now, not some horny dog rutting at his leg. He'll have a beer, listen to him, and wish him a good night. He takes in his surroundings as Dean enters a different room, running his fingers along a picture frame.

"Are you close with your family?" Castiel asks, pausing on a picture of Dean and a tall man. "I'm pretty close with mine. We all live here," he adds, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I mean, they drive me nuts, but I love them."

"Love my family," Dean grunts as he passes, tossing Castiel a beer. He's now wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a wife beater. "Let's do somethin' fun."

Castiel stares silently at Dean, trying to force away the thoughts of pinning him to the ground and fucking him silly. "Like what?" he asks, swigging from his beer.

"Wanna watch a movie?" he asks, walking to his entertainment center and leaning over. Dean makes a show of sticking his ass out, slowly swaying his hips from side to side. Or, rather, Castiel feels like he's making a show of it. At this point, he can't tell if he imagines it or is just struck with lust. "Hm...Somethin' scary to get you clinging to me, how's that sound?"

"Oh...um...that's fine. When should I leave?" Castiel blurts. Dean pulls out a DVD and pops it into the player, humming.

"Whenever the fuck you want. You wanna leave now?" he asks.

"I can stay for the movie," Castiel says, sinking onto the couch. Turning off the lights, Dean plops down next to him, swigging from his beer. Castiel glances at the Winchester, a puff of air escaping his lips. Stuble peppers his jawline, and his adam's apple bobs in his throat whenever he laughs. He's almost too damn handsome if there ever was such a thing.

“Hey," Dean says, his voice low. Castiel shakes away the thoughts, shifting in his place. "Pay attention to the movie. I'm not goin' anywhere," Dean says, shooting him a wink.

"Oh, yeah," Castiel says, looking at the TV. Something about aliens or clowns, maybe both. He really can't focus. Not with Dean sitting so close to him, smelling as good as usual, letting out those goddamn little laughs and grunts. He sighs as he feels his length hardening again, closing his eyes. Is it enough to just be near him now?!

"Calm down, Castiel," Castiel whispers. Dean grunts, patting Castiel's cheek.

"Open your eyes, damn it! You just missed the first kill!" Dean whines. "What, do you really get scared at this sorta stuff?" he asks. Before Castiel can respond, Dean hooks an arm around Castiel's waist, pulling him closer. "I'm right here, buddy, ok?"

"That's the issue, Dean," Castiel bites, stroking a hand over his face.

"You want me to back off?" Dean asks, rubbing his hand up the other man's thigh. Castiel's cock twitches again, and he inadvertently leans into the touch. "Woah," Dean breathes, a devious grin on his face. Castiel follows his gaze, stifling a moan as Dean grazes his fingers over his growing bulge. "I just keep gettin' you all hot and bothered, huh?"

"I just --" Dean squeezes Castiel's length over his pants, effectively silencing him. Grazing his lips along the shell of his ear, the Winchester nibbles at Castiel's tender flesh, letting out a hot breath.

"Let me make it better," he says, voice whiskey-dipped and low. In one swift movement, Castiel's throbbing cock is released from his pants.

Dean stares in awe at the long, thick cock before him, mouth agape. He gives Castiel's cock a quick pump, biting his lip between his teeth. Slowly, Dean swipes his tongue down the length of Castiel's cock, chasing a bead of precome as he does.

"D-Dean, you don't have to," Castiel moans, resting a hand on Dean's head.

"Mm, but you want me to, right?" he asks, flicking his eyes up to Castiel. "Can I stuff this fat cock down my throat, Cas?" he purrs, grinning as Castiel's cock throbs. With that, Dean takes the other man's length into his mouth, tongue swishing from side to side. He grips Castiel's balls, taking in as much of Castiel's shaft as possible before bobbing his head.

"Oh my god," Castiel groans, throwing his head back and bucking his hips up. "So good." He holds Dean's head in place as he fucks into his mouth, relishing in Dean's gagging and the slick wetness engulfing his cock. When the Winchester pats his thigh, Castiel quickly pulls Dean's head up by his hair, cursing himself. "Are you ok?" he asks. Seeing Dean like this, lips fucked swollen with drool dripping down his chin, is almost enough to make Castiel lose control again.

"Mhm," Dean replies, letting out a pleased noise as Castiel takes him into a gentle kiss. They start slow, leaving soft pecks on each other's lips, wrapping around one another. Dean allows Castiel's tongue into his mouth, grinding his hard length against Castiel's stomach. Castiel pushes Dean's shirt over his head, taking in every inch of his form as it's revealed. He kisses Dean's neck, tongue swirling along with skin as he moves over his adam's apple, down the valley of the collarbones, and down to his chest. He swirls his tongue over Dean's nipple, gaining a low moan in return. Castiel bites and licks his way down Dean's body, leaving his mark over every inch of his skin.

"Turn around," Castiel hums, and Dean eagerly complies, getting onto his knees and leaning over the armrest. Castiel nibbles on his nape, one hand pulling his shorts down his hips, the other wrapping around his neck. He grips Dean's length, giving it rough pumps as he nibbles along the Winchester's shoulder.

"Fuck, so good," he moans, grinding back against the other man. Castiel closes his eyes, mind trailing back to watching Dean and Gunner walking down the hall. He doesn't know why that cocky god damned grin flashes through his mind at now of all times. All he knows is it lights a fire in him that he didn't know was there. The words come out quicker than he can stop them.

"Did Gunner make you feel this way, too?" he growls. Dean stiffens, craning his head to Castiel. Before he can speak, Castiel pushes his fingers into Dean's mouth, stroking Dean's cock quicker and grinding against his back. Dean moans around the digits, his body twitching with every rough stroke of his cock. "Did you make those sounds with him, too?" he spits. Pulling his fingers out of Dean's mouth, Castiel forces him down against the arm of the couch, pushing his spit-slicked fingers between his plump cheeks. Dean grunts, looking at the other man over his shoulder wide-eyed.

"Where'd that come from?" he grumbles, his voice falling into fluttering moans as Castiel pushes two fingers inside his tight hole.

"I can fuck you better than him," Castiel growls, scissoring his fingers inside of him. Dean groans and pants against the couch, his hole clenching around Castiel's fingers. "I wanna hear you more," he breathes, fingers rubbing against Dean's prostate.

"C-Castiel," Dean moans, his toes curling with every rough stroke of his spot. "I-m s-so close," he purrs, cock bobbing helplessly as his edge approaches. Just before he meets his edge, Castiel slips his fingers out of his tight pucker, pumping his own length in his hand. "Fuck don't stop now--" Dean cuts himself off when he feels the thick head of Castiel's cock pressing against his hole. Rocking his hips forward, Castiel teases against the rim of Dean's hole, rubbing Dean's plump cheeks with a guttural moan.

"Nngh, so tight for me," he says, smacking Dean's ass as he eases forward. Finally, the tip of his cock begins to gain purchase, cock twitching as Dean's hole pulls him in.

"Oh my god," Dean squeaks as the head pushes past his tight rim. "Caaas," he whines.

"I've got you," he whispers, pressing light, feathery kisses against his back. Dean flinches as Castiel rocks his hips forward, short moans forcing out of him with every movement. "Dean," he grunts in his ear, fingers gripping his hips. Castiel pushes deeper into him, relishing the feeling of Dean's tight hold squeezing around his length. "You feel amazing," he groans, bottoming out in Dean with a quick, short thrust. Dean inadvertently pushes his hips back, his hole squeezing around the girth of Castiel's cock, desperately trying to accommodate his size.

"Ahn!" Deans moans, voice getting caught in his chest as Castiel quickens his pace, his hand holding Dean in place as he fucks into him. "O-oh m-my --" Dean stutters over unformed sentences, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the other man pounds into him relentlessly.

"So good, Dean, my good little slut," he growls, gaining moans in return. Castiel is reeling. He wanted to be gentle, wanted to be romantic the first time, but all that's running through his mind is fucking Dean until he can't even think of anyone but him. Dean's fluttering cries of 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me' aren't helping the matter, and soon, Castiel is fucking into him relentlessly, leaving Dean helplessly gripping onto the couch.

"I'm coming -- fuck Cas!" Dean damn near screams as he comes onto the cushions, shaking and twitching as he rides his release. Castiel slows his hips as the aftershocks of Dean's orgasm pulses through him, slowly turning the Winchester to face him. Castiel presses rough, quick kisses on his lips, his cock still buried in Dean's ass as he does.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Castiel whispers against his lips, slowly finding his rhythm again. "I'm not done with you yet."

The night was far more eventful than the men were prepared for. Three rounds or far too sex left more than a few bruises and rugburns in places that didn't seem possible. Castiel holds a hand over his head, eyes locked on a sleeping Dean cuddled up next to him.

He got too carried away. Dean needed a shoulder to cry on, not whatever the hell he offered him last night. Sighing, Castiel rises off of the ground, hissing as his back cracks. He flinches at Dean's groggy laugh, running his fingers through his hair.

"Not used to sleepin' on the ground, old man?" Dean asks, slowly leaning up.

"Not generally, no."

"Me neither, fuck," Dean groans, rubbing his back. Castiel runs his eyes over him, biting his lip. "You weren't lyin', though," Dean says, a grin plastered across his face.

"About what?"

"You really can handle me, huh?" Dean coos. Castiel stares silently for many moments before it dawns upon him.

"How did you know?!" he squeaks. Dean bursts into hearty laughter, leaning up from the ground and smacking Castiel on the arm.

"Dude, you know your name's attached to every payment you sent me, right?"

"I...was not aware." This sends Dean into a full-on laughing fit, clenching his stomach and rolling onto his side.

"Are you mad at me?" Castiel asks.

"What, for findin' my only fans? Nah, I appreciate the support."

"Actually, I meant for all those things I said about you and Gunner. I'm sorry, I got really jealous."

"Jealous Cas is pretty hot, so I'll give you a pass on that," Dean says, patting him on the arm. His smile fades away, and he huffs. "All we did that day was watch reruns of his old matches, anyways."

"Oh...well, good."

"Yeah," Dean says, his face falling. "You don't think I'm, uh, gross or anything, right?"

"Why would I?" Castiel asks. Dean shrugs, twitching a smile. Castiel cradles Dean's face, gently craning his head to meet his gaze. "Sex is natural. It just so happens that your sexual prowess is good enough that people pay for it," he says, pressing a kiss against Dean's lips. "I'm just glad I wasn't another groupie to you."

"Woah now, when'd you get so smooth, User45347?" he asks, a shit-eating grin on his face. Castiel stares at him blankly, gaining roaring laughter from the other man.

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