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hearts4juzi · 5 months

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Could you list all of your Au’s and what each acronym stands for

YEAHYEAHYEAH!!! I HOPE I GET EM ALL LMAO THIS GOES SOOOO FAR BACK

this includes aus without tags but i'll tag the ones that have tags lol

EAPS au. Evan afton's pizzeria simulator: evan survives the bite and goes on to be scooped, later reuniting with an alive and healthy michael in ffps. shenanigans ensue

N? au. Normal? Aftons au: The afton kids survive and evan and michael, along with a ton of other characters, have to work to stop william elizabeth and a mystery killer

normal aftons au: just ur run of the mill happy au. everyones normal and silly

mm au. Murder Mystery au: Afton kids live and liz calls them to solve the mystery of their father's disappearance while they uncover certain... concerning things

Pitdad au: william gets springlocked before he can kill any kids and becomes springbonnie early on. springbonnie also becomes sentient and the two of them have to mend the family william has neglected for so long

dysfunctionally functioning au: Nobody dies but the afton kids have to learn to deal with their abusive household dynamic (important note! the abbreviation for the fic of this au is gbwwwg and stands for getting by with what we've got.)

Wizard's Quest au: Springtrap and William team up in ucn to escape while its in a fantasy type landscape

Michael's robots au: William, Henry, and Michael build the robots together following the deaths of michaels siblings. however not only does william has a lot of dark secrets, mcihael is learning a whole lot about his robot friends (like how. yk. theyre possessed)

Swap au: Exactly what it sounds like. Elizabeth is michael, michael is the puppet, evan is circus baby, charlie and sammy are golden duo, and theres other thigns im not getting into rn

fnaf x tadc au: just the fnaf characters getting put in the digital circus world

fnaf x ut au: fnaf/undertale crossover but i changed so much its unrecognizable at some points

Werewolf will au: william is a werewolf adn kills people and manipulates his friends while keeping his kids hidden for evil nefarious reasons

Employee trio au: William drags vanessa and henry into killing people and everything goes to shit

kill ur dad au: Michael kills william and drags evan in to help him cover it up. unfortunately, william always comes back

Traveling circus au: the funtimes, as humans, run a circus and meet elizabeth who got lost when her father had a springlock accident. while htye take care of her, william gets help from a shady wizard and things dont go well

Fnaf theatre au: where the fnaf game characters are a highschool theatre class and end up making a huuuge broadway show that retells the fnaf movie

anthro au: everyones a furry and the aftons are searching for william who disappeared many years ago

Golden memories au: Evan and Cassidy fail to keep william in ucn and end up losing their memories of everything past being killed (which includes meeting each other officiall) and help cassie throughout ruin

this isnt rlly important but good ending tfc au: novel elizabeth goes home with charlie instead of dying and they become friends

scrap baby's pizzeria: scrap baby (not liz), lefty (charlie), and molten freddy run a pizzeria in ucn and have to watch william while cassidy is away on torture vacation

Foxymike au: Michael is a robot william built years ago. he looks like foxy and ev n liz dig him up and decide to adopt him as their new big brother while william has a more special, evil plan for him

Lizzie time travel au: Elizabeth travels back in time after fnaf 6 and has to fix everything

the immortal and the restless au: Evan survives the bite and both him and mike work to fix everything, but they dont meet again until fnaf 6. evan burns down fnaf 3, and mike still gets scooped and all.

Fredbear sb plush au: Evan follows greg around as a possessed discontinued golden freddy plushy and they become besties

glitched mike au: au where michael goes looking for his missing sister and gets wrapped up in the remains of glitchtrap, whos clawing his way back to life

Zombiegolf au: Michael works at the pizzaplex and is bestfriends with monty and theres other lore but william is glitchtrap, evan and liz r there, and gregory is there lolz

Zombie apocolypse au: William accidently makes a zombie virus and everything goes to shit while his kids search for him and he finds his ex wife again

time travel crack au: Michael goes back in time but hes like. nine. and hes pissed as fuck and is trying to kill his dad wiht cassidy

fnaf wcm au: Ellis goes to the pizzaplex and meets the ghosts of the people who died there (most notably tony, gregory, and cassie) but somethings wrong. gregorys still alive...

Monster Island au: (the fic for this is deep end!) au where the animatronics are giant monsters on an island where a bunch of kids get stranded (afton kids, mci kids, sb kids, ect)

mer cbby au: circus baby is a mermaid that michael befriends (not liz!!!)

Michaels plush shop: michaels family gets cursed as plushies and he realizes any plushy he makes comes to life so he just has a funny little plushy family

flashlight frights au: flashlight duo are springbon and golden freddy and they r besties while william runs fazbear frights and jeremy, michael, and vanessa are security guards there

fredbears pizza mania au: glitchtrap remakes the afton family in a video game and they become sentient

little nightmares au: au based on the LN games. full of angst and horror adn afton brothers

Cityscape au: Au where its all futuristic shenanigans centered around glitchtrap vanny and the sb kids

afton house of horrors au: au where the afton kids meet the very kind hearted robots fredbear, springbonnie, circus baby, and ennard. unfortunately for htem, williams testing his nightmare gas in that house

ucn mike au: post fnaf 4 mike gets stuck in ucn bc cassidy fucked up the timeline and hes stuck with william

warrior cats au: jsut fnaf retold with kitties

Elliz sb protag au: Ellis is the sb protagonist and befriends monty

Williams apprentice au: Elizabeth lives and becomes williams helper

Williams successor au: an au based on a post by @/puhpandas (go follow him!!!! NEOW!!!) where william tries to make evan his successor and evan flips him the bird

Afton family business au: a murder family au catered to me

the sun sets in utah au: Elizabeth, grown by now, returns home after college to find both it and the people in it have changed so much. Especially her family

Glamrock baby au: Elizabeth in the pizzaplex what will she do

marionette emily au: charlie is accidently killed possesses the puppet. henry takes her as his daughter still. what could go wrong? (a lot)

the puppet and the carver: Charlie is trying to get her father to move on, but he has work to do. So much work. A lot of charlie and henry angst n stuff

summer camp au: Michael dies and is a ghost and his family + cassidy investigate

those are the ones of note i can think offff they dont all have tags like i said. I'll link this on my pinned post btw so anyone can find it

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totaldrama-showdowns · 2 months

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Submissions for Most Transgender that didn’t make it into the bracket!

Duncan (2)

Idfk transmasc Duncan who also happens to be misogynistic is hilarious to me and makes him such a better character

Look,

Sammy (2)

How to make poorly-developed characters infinitely more interesting: transgenders them. That is a nonbinary egg

Demi-girl. fuck it, gives her cool gender juice

Crimson (2)

transmasc crimson

She's got that transfem swag. to me

DJ (2)

nomebinary. he likes lemonade

dj is so transgender in all ways but ive recently become rather fond of transfem dj. people keep telling her to man up and she's like huh? :(

Mal (2)

agender. He's been he/it

Yeah I know I just submitted svetlana but mal is also trans...

Wayne (2)

Wayne

Raj (2)

gay AND trans because i said so

Geoff (2)

He is canonically dickless. (That one moment in X-Treme Torture where they did not censor between his legs despite him lacking pants). Also he’s totally the type to display his top surgery scars proudly.

katie and sadie (2)

changing their names to be similar to eachother. its cute.

cody (2)

t4t coderra please please please

he's got toy cringe

Chase (2)

ripper do you think I'm transgender

he's rep for trans guys who are assholes!!!

Justin (2)

nobody will get it but me but trans girl justin please...

Intern Girl / That one intern that wayne helped (2)

Mike (2)

Tyler (2)

T4T LYLER SEE MY VISION..... he could go any way for me i love transmasc tylers i love transfem tylers....... i love you tyler

Jen (2)

You know Bulletproof heart... yeah Johnny/Jenny

she just gives transbian

Staci (2)

She's got that "just started transitioning" haircut

actually her great great great great great great grandparent invented gender. mhm. yah.

Junior (2)

i like to think the reason dwayne sr is all "man men manly men" is because he's trying to bond with his recently out son and supporting him in his transition. he's just being weird about it

Sam

She’s just an egg!!

Emma (2023)

Wanna know why we got another Emma after ridonculous race? It’s because TD Emma named herself after RR Emma during her transition

millie

nonbiney swaggr

transfem ennui

Chris McLean

Trans rights, sure, but Chris supports trans wrongs

scarlett

the mtf creature ever

all of them

none of these fuckers are cis

Dakota

both shawn and dave together

maybe its just all the fanart but they really bring out each others transmascness

Kitty

she is just so non-binary to me

Axel

Ripaxel can also be yaoi

Eva

Blaieneley (is that how u spell it??)

divorced trans swag

Nichelle

Courtney

i can see it

Gwen's face

Gwen is trans therefore the boat "Gwen's face" is also trans. In this essay I will

Beardo

he has fucking voice dysphopria

Dave

failcore

Leonard

cant grow his own fucking wizard beard

rodney

stupid lesbian

topher

he transitioned just to rival chris

Caleb

i need to give him a redeeming feature

Emma tdr

transfem swag

brody

Kelly

milf and also trans. the whole package

Mary

that is just a trans woman in stem

tammy

she'z cute

#most transgender showdown #unused submissions

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lady-morrigen · 2 years

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Right Now You're Mine

pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

words: 5.7K

warnings: 18+ content, cursing, drunk guys refusing to take "no" for an answer (not Peter), college/post-college aged reader & Peter

a/n: so i was listening to "Skin to Skin" by Movements and couldn't get the idea of tumultuous on and off relationship with Peter out of my head, this is the outcome of that. i recommend listening to it before or after reading! thanks as always to my forever beta @acrossthesestars for editing this into something legible. i am nothing without you 🖤

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(divider by @silkholland)

The driving bass rippled through the shitty apartment, nearly drowned out by the voices of all the people crammed inside. You’d found a relatively empty corner to stand in, preferring to be there rather than brushing shoulders with total strangers. You always felt so out of place at these big parties, even when you came with friends.

Your fingers picked nervously at the label of the warm Bud Platinum in your hand. Your friend Mike grabbed a case of them for you after class. You’d assumed he would grab them from the refrigerated section but you had been terribly wrong. It’s not like you even enjoyed the taste, but they were relatively cheap and brought on a comfortable buzz much quicker than the Busch Ice that the boys usually kept in the fridge.

The song changed and you brought the bottle to your lips, singing along to the opening lines of “All Night Longer” almost out of instinct before tipping it back and allowing the bitter liquid to take the edge off your anxiety. You were staring blankly into the throng of people in front of you, observing the way their bodies pressed close together, gyrating awkwardly to the beat. Out of nowhere, a voice, surprisingly close, snapped you out of your reverie.

“You a big Sammy Adams fan?” The boy to your right asked, turning to face you. You snorted derisively into your beer and shook your head.

“It’s impossible not to sing along when the boys play the damn song any chance they get.”

He laughed then, a bright sound that caught your full attention, and you turned to face him fully. Boyishly good looking, he had tousled brown hair and a smile that made his dark eyes twinkle. He was wearing a plain black shirt, thumbs tucked through holes in the sleeves, under a green cargo jacket, and dark jeans; he seemed out of place in the sea of pastel and white worn by the frat bros throwing the party. You recognized him, you thought, as the quiet boy that had sat behind you in your European History class freshman year.

“Hey, I know you!” You had to shout to be heard over the music, leaning into his space and placing a stabilizing hand on his shoulder. “You had Dr. G freshman year, right?”

“That’s right,” he smiled at you, a hint of surprise lighting up his eyes. He angled the neck of his bottle toward you, the gesture mirroring that of a handshake as he introduced himself. “Peter.”

You clinked your bottle to his, half-shouting your name as you turned back to the party. Turns out he already knew your name; sitting in the front row had made you an easy target for a professor who made it his life’s ambition to rag on students every chance he got.

“Nice to officially meet you,” you said, taking another swig of your beer with a grimace.

“I take it you come to these parties a lot?” That was an understatement. Your roommate was dating the chapter President and you inevitably found yourself tagging along with her to impromptu parties at least three nights per week. But you’d never bumped into Peter at one before.

“Mmm,” you hummed against the lip of your bottle and pointed to your roommate and her boyfriend in the opposite corner. “You see that blonde over there with Fletcher? That’s my roommate, Cate. She drags me here every other night.”

“I see,” He pointed towards them as well. “Fletcher invited me tonight. He asked me to take pictures of the party for their upcoming recruitment video. Offered to pay me in beer.”

“I hope you left your camera at home,” you scoffed. He grimaced, twisting so you could see his backpack. “Fletcher can be such a dick sometimes.”

“Hey, I don’t mind,” he said. He shoved his free hand into the pocket of his jeans and rocked back on his heels, a sheepish smile on his soft mouth. “I’m enjoying the company.”

Four years passed from the night you first met Peter. Four years of study dates that turned into coffee dates, late night texts, and sending each other silly Instagram videos on bad days. You had never become an “official” couple, preferring to fall into each other when the moment was convenient, or when you’d had a little too much to drink. On nights that Peter was out doing god knows what, you’d sometimes fill your bed with another warm body. More frequently, you would spend the evening alone, polishing off a bottle of wine to drown out the lingering loneliness.

It’s not that you didn’t care for each other. In fact, you probably cared a little too much. Life just had a habit of getting in the way and you both had your own respective walls up. Relationships never seemed to work out well for you, so it was easier to avoid them. You avoided getting too close to anyone, so you threw yourself into your work, making up excuses about how you were too busy for anything serious. Peter had his secrets too, a clandestine job that had him working nights and odd hours. You pretended not to notice the black eyes or the swollen lips, the way he insisted on keeping the lights off so you couldn’t see the scars that marked his body.

He never told you what it was he was doing, but he would frequently find his way to your door in the early hours of the morning. He’d be propped against the door frame, a sheepish smile firmly in place, asking to come in and talk for a while. Most of the time, there was very little talking involved. Instead, your studio would be filled with the sounds of your pleasure, fading into a comfortable quiet just as the first light of dawn began to filter through the fogged windows.

You’d lie there with tangled limbs, your bare skin pressed firmly against his as you traced delicate circles over the planes of his chest. You’d tell him about your shitty day, your weekend plans, and about how you secretly hoped to one day leave the city and make a name for yourself. Peter never once shared details about the ghosts that haunted him, the ones you could see dancing in the shadows of his eyes, but you had learned early on not to push. "I like hearing about your day," he would say. "I don’t want to bore you with the details of mine."

It was all so intimate, the traveling hands, forehead kisses, and intertwined fingers. Sometimes, you’d let yourself imagine that it was real, that he was yours, and you didn’t have to give him up with the sunrise. Eventually, the dawn would become too bright to ignore and he’d extract himself from you, despite your protests, leaving you all alone in your big bed with little more than a parting kiss and a whispered promise of calling you later.

You’d toss and turn, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before peeling yourself out of bed and catching the train to work, but it was usually hopeless. You were never able to calm your racing thoughts long enough to get anything resembling rest. Instead, you’d throw on a pot of coffee and sink into a chair by the window to watch the last of the darkness slowly fade into daylight.

Deciding you were through with your self-pity, you agreed to go out with Cate and Fletcher while they were in town, knowing that you’d be in bed by 11 pm at the latest. You’d agreed purely out of a desire to get out of your own head for a bit, thinking that some face time with your best friend might do you some good. Slipping into a tight dress, you swiped on some concealer in an attempt to look more alive than you felt and headed out the door.

The club was packed - long weekends always brought plenty of tourists into the city. The feeling of the pulsing bass, paired with the vibrant flashing lights and the familiar burn of a vodka soda felt like a balm to your soul. Or at least a distraction from your problems. It had been so long since you’d let yourself go out and enjoy letting loose. Something like guilt had begun gnawing at you about a year ago, when you realized how deep your feelings for Peter ran. You hadn’t brought another man home since.

As the music and the alcohol began to loosen your limbs, you let Cate drag you onto the dance floor. Your hips moved in time with the seductive rhythm as you brandished your drink in the air, singing along to lyrics of a song you’d nearly forgotten. It wasn’t long before a pair of unfamiliar hands circled your waist, and pulled you against a firm body, encouraging you to keep dancing. As the scent of his overpowering cologne attacked your senses, you turned just enough to see the strangers face, and complied. He was handsome enough, with deep olive skin, a shock of nearly-black hair, and hazel eyes that seemed to stare right through you. When you turned back to face Cate, she was giving you a thumbs up in approval, a devilish grin on her face. You made sure to stay in the middle of the dance floor, under the brightest lights so that anyone could see if the stranger tried anything that crossed a line. It’s not like you’d never danced with a stranger before, but something told you to be careful with this one.

One song turned into two, turned into five and you found yourself in need of another drink and a break to catch your breath. The stranger’s hands hadn’t left your hips and you were suddenly feeling touched out. You looked toward the bar to check on the lines and your heart leapt into your throat. There, leaning his back up against the polished counter and staring directly at you was Peter. There was no anger in his eyes, but you knew him. Well enough to know that there was hurt masked behind the cool indifference of his expression. He casually sipped his drink then turned back to signal to the bartender, leaving you frozen in place.

When you had finally convinced your limbs to move again, you turned to your dance partner and mumbled some excuse about needing to freshen up and get a new drink. He offered to come with you, his hands tightening possessively as you tried to walk away. You wriggled free, adamant that you go alone, despite the brief flash of anger that flared in his eyes. Looking around for Cate or Fletcher, you noticed they were nowhere to be found. They had a habit of sneaking off to a corner somewhere to paw at each other and you cursed them for leaving you alone with that creep.

When you finally made it through the sea of sweaty bodies to the bar top, you were shocked to find that Peter was nowhere to be found. Had you imagined him? Was this your guilt manifesting itself in the form of hallucinations? It’s not like you had been sleeping well and Peter had been running through your mind all night, that familiar gnawing guilt trying to claw its way back to the front of your mind. You waved the bartender over, ordering a shot of Jameson and grimacing as the dark liquid burned in your throat. A wave of heat washed over you as it hit your belly, suddenly making the crowded club feel entirely too warm.

You moved toward the exit, hoping that the fresh air would offer some relief. Breathing deep as you stepped outside, you allowed the cool, damp air to fill your lungs and closed your eyes. You had been a fool to think that coming here would make you forget about Peter, to think that anything could erase the mark that he’d burned into you years ago. Exhaling, you dug your phone from your bag, fingers flexing around it as you scrolled through your contacts and hovered over the call button. Calling Peter right now could be a big mistake, especially if you hadn’t imagined him and he’d seen you grinding on someone else. You didn’t have the energy to argue with him and you didn’t want to make it seem like you were only calling him to assuage your guilt. With a groan you locked the screen, tucking the phone back in your bag and turning back toward the entrance.

“Well just where do you think you’re going, pretty girl?” The voice was male, incredibly deep, and unfamiliar. You looked up into the eyes of the creep from inside the bar. Had he followed you?

“I needed some fresh air,” you said plainly, trying your best to sound casual. “I’m headed back inside to get my friends. A cab will be here to get us soon.”

You were lying, but he didn’t know that. There was no one else outside with you and the thought suddenly made you feel unsafe and on edge. You would risk returning to the sensory overload that awaited you inside, if only to get away from him. You brushed past his shoulder and his hand tightened around your wrist, pulling you back against his chest. He held you there with one strong arm around your shoulders, refusing to let go as you shoved against him, trying to get free.

“I think you should stay out here with me,” he growled against your ear. His free hand slid up the back of your thigh, pushing underneath your dress to cup the curve of your bare ass. The sickening sweetness of his cologne overtook you once more, making your stomach churn as you choked on it.

You jerked against his hold again, trying your best to remain calm and not let your fear get the best of you. There was no one around to hear you scream and no one inside the club would notice you over the loud music, so you kept as still as you could, waiting for the right moment to fight back.

“I was hoping we’d get a little privacy,” he said. “You put on quite a little show for me.”

He loosened his grip ever so slightly, intending to turn you around to face him, and you used it to your advantage. Lifting your heeled food, you brought it down hard onto the top of his. He howled in pain, but his grip remained firm as you fought against it. You did it again, this time swinging your arm down with force, connecting with his groin. He stumbled and you lurched forward out of his arms, putting a safer distance between the two of you as you reached for your phone to call for help.

“You bitch,” he said.

He stood up to his full height, taking a stumbling step toward you. You were about to grab for your mace when a blur of red and blue whizzed past you, colliding with the man and sending him flying back onto his ass.

“Ok, now I know I’m seeing things,” you mumbled to yourself, swaying on your feet.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Standing over the crumpled man was Spider-Man. You’d seen articles about him in the paper and the smear campaign that they ran on the local news stations, but you never thought much about it. Truthfully, you were a little skeptical that he was actually real. It would be hard to deny after this.

The masked man crouched, hovering over your assailant and muttering something that you couldn’t make out. Taking a tentative step forward, you stopped when he suddenly stood, gesturing for you to stay back. You froze, unsure of whether to run like hell or stay and watch him beat the shit out of the guy who just manhandled you.

Without warning, the man climbed to his feet and charged at Spider-Man. Dipping his shoulder, he aimed it squarely at his ribs, and slammed the masked man into the wall with a sickening crunch. Spider-Man crumpled to the ground, unmoving, and your attacker turned to you once more.

“Now,” he said, huffing a breath and taking a step toward you. “Where were we?”

Before he could take another step, his legs were yanked out from underneath him by a web, shot from the heap where Spider-Man still lay. He climbed to his feet, doubled over from the pain of having the wind knocked out of him, and probably a couple of broken ribs. He limped forward, pinning the man in place with strategically placed webs on his hands and feet. Facing you, he spoke. His voice was hoarse, but familiar in a way you couldn’t quite place.

“Go,” he croaked. “Get out of here. I’ve got this.”

You did as you were told, afraid of the consequences if you didn’t. Thankfully, your apartment was only a couple of blocks from the club. You frantically scrolled through your phone, looking for Peter’s name, and pressed the call button. The phone rang and rang and rang, and you were forced to leave a desperate, sniffling voicemail when he didn’t pick up.

The tears were flowing freely by the time you circled the corner and took the stairs to your apartment two at a time. Your eyes were blurry, causing you to fumble with the keys and drop them to the ground with a curse. On your second try, you managed to scoot inside, closing the lobby door safely behind you with a thud.

You sobbed through the elevator ride to your floor, thinking only of how Spider-Man had stepped in to help you from a stranger, someone who clearly couldn’t take no for an answer. You were usually so smart, careful not to take risks and leave yourself vulnerable, but you’d been lost in your own head and not paying close enough attention. Now someone else was going to pay the price.

As you walked in, you threw your bag and phone onto the couch and kicked off your shoes, sending them flying across the small expanse of your living room to be lost in the dark. Tossing yourself onto your bed, you didn't bother to change out of your dress before crawling under the duvet. You’d wash the sheets later. As you lie there, you couldn’t help but think about how badly you wished Peter were with you. The gentle security of his arms was the only thing you craved in that moment.

You wanted him to hold you to his chest, tuck your head in the space below his chin, and stroke your hair until all of the tension left your body. You wanted to feel the rumble of his voice as you pressed yourself into his chest. In short, you wanted him. The empty space in your bed reminded you that he wasn’t there and that he wouldn’t answer your calls.

As the tears slowed and your breathing began to even out, you felt the weight of your exhaustion lying heavy on you like a blanket. The first tease of sleep began to creep into your limbs and you breathed deeply, inhaling the familiar scent of your fabric softener and the spicy remnants of Peter’s cologne. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you heard a knock - one long, two short, one long, the coded knock that Peter had begun using over a year ago.

Convinced you were dreaming, partially due to the fact that you’d been crying yourself to sleep with him fresh on your mind, you snuggled deeper into the blanket and ignored it. It sounded again, this time much louder and accompanied by Peter’s voice on the other side of the door. You leapt from the bed, legs tangling in the sheets and crashed face down onto the floor. With a groan, you scrambled to your feet and opened the front door.

Leaning against the frame was Peter, a look of concern on his face and a thick sheen of sweat on his brow. Without waiting for an invitation, he pushed himself inside, grabbing you by the wrist and turning you to face him. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, his hands ghosting behind as he scanned for injuries.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his hands cupping your cheeks and forcing you to face him.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine,” you said. “I just fell out of bed Peter, it’s ok.”

“That’s not what I mean, I-” His voice was uncharacteristically sharp, something he must have noticed because he softened his tone when he spoke again. “You called me like 10 times and then you didn’t pick up when I called you back. I was worried.”

You choked out a sob, falling into his arms as he led you to the bed, sitting you gingerly on the edge. He crouched in front of you, his thumbs tracing soothing circles on the backs of your hands.

“What happened?” His voice was thick with emotion and it made something inside of you crack. You told him all about the guy from the club, how violated you had felt with his hands on you, and how grateful you were that Spider-Man had been there to save you.

“Otherwise…” you trailed off. You didn’t want to verbalize what would have come next. He shushed you, pulling you into his chest and gingerly rubbing your back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing tightly to convince yourself he was really there. It couldn’t have been too tight, but Peter tensed, a barely perceptible wince escaping his lips.

You pulled back, allowing yourself to really look at him and realized that he had a giant bruise forming along his cheekbone. Upon closer inspection, you could see a small cut in the center of the swollen knot. He swallowed hard, gritting his teeth as he stared off into the corner.

“Peter, what happened?” You gingerly ran your fingers along his side, taking note of how his body grew impossibly more tense from the effort of holding back. Carefully, you lifted up his shirt to reveal a large, reddish purple bruise stretching across his ribs.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just work stuff.”

You replayed the events of your attack over in your mind, loosely fitting the puzzle pieces together in your mind as you came up with an answer that seemed too impossible to believe. Your heart raced as you searched for the courage to ask him one question, knowing that the answer might just be your missing puzzle piece.

“Where were you tonight?”

He turned to face you, his eyes not meeting yours as he fidgeted nervously with the strap on your dress.

“You look so pretty,” he dodged your question, letting his knuckles drag over the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Peter,” you tried again, breathing in sharply through your nose before continuing. “Did I see you at the club tonight or not?”

“I might have stopped in for a drink or two,” he looked into your eyes then, his own red rimmed and brimming with emotion. You closed your eyes, slowly breathing out as you willed your racing heart to slow down. You felt dizzy, like the solid weight of the bed would dissolve and swallow you whole.

“And where did you go after that?” Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, sticking to the roof as it fumbled over your words. “I tried to find you at the bar, but you disappeared.”

“It was hot in there,” he leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and nuzzling your nose. “I went around the corner for a coffee.”

“Peter…” Your voice was nothing but a whisper as the past four years all started to make sense. All of the secrecy, the scars, the odd hours. It hit you like a ton of bricks and you felt foolish for not figuring it out before. “It was you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His lips were mere inches from yours, brushing languidly against the side of your mouth.

“Oh give it up, Parker!” You pulled away, jumping to your feet and whirling on him. His shocked face stared back at you for a moment. Then he looked away, clenched jaw ticking as a tear streaked down his bruised cheek. You softened, taking a tentative step towards him and crouching so that you were eye level. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“No,” he stood to leave, furiously shaking his head. “No no no no no no no, I can’t do this. I said I wouldn’t do this.”

“Do what?!” You were shouting at him now as tears fell freely down your face. “Let me in?”

“Don’t,” he growled, jabbing a finger in your direction before letting his hand fall weakly by his side. “Don’t you dare talk about not letting someone in.”

You were stunned into silence, staring at him with confusion twisting your brows. You couldn’t do anything but stammer weakly.

“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ve been trying to break down your walls for the better part of four years now, hoping that one day… but I can’t get close to you.”

“How did you expect me to let you in when you constantly keep me at arms length? I mean, god, Peter I don’t even know where you go at night or where all of your bruises come from. You don’t tell me anything.”

“I… I can’t,” he stubbed the toe of his converse against your wood floors with a squeak. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Do you really think anyone is going to mess with me when I’m with fucking Spider-Man? How much safer could it get?!”

“That’s exactly why they would mess with you. To get to me. I’ve lost too many people I loved and I couldn’t do anything to save them. I tried and I… I just couldn’t.” Peter sat back on the edge of your bed dropping his head into his hands and heaving a sob. “I can’t lose you too.”

You sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and placing your hand gently on his knee.

“Hey, I’m right here,” you whispered. “I understand the risks and I’m staying right here. Don’t mourn me before I’m gone.”

“But what if I can’t protect you?”

“You’ve already shown me that you’re more than capable of protecting me. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up tonight?”

Peter shook his head as if trying to clear the thought from his mind, eyes still glued to the floor. You gave his thigh a squeeze, nuzzling even closer into his neck and his hand came up to rest on your shoulder.

“There was no doubt in my mind tonight that you were the only person I wanted to be with me after all of that. I called you because something in me needed you and I couldn’t explain why. Turns out you were there the whole time.”

He shifted toward you a bit, lips brushing gently over the tip of your nose as he pulled you tight to him.

“I was so angry,” he said. “I saw that creep’s hands all over you and I blacked out. I knew that it was risky, but I didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.”

“You did good, Peter. You spoke to me and your voice… I wanted it to be you, but it felt impossible.”

He kissed you then, slow and lazy, his tongue laving over yours in a way that sent flames licking up your spine. His hand was on your jaw, the other on your neck as he guided you back against the pillows. He settled between your thighs, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist as he caged you in with his arms.

He began to kiss along the edge of your jaw, blazing a trail down the column of your neck to your collarbone. Sucking a mark into the delicate skin there, he reveled in the noises you made as he moved his hips against you. A primal groan escaped his throat as he looked down upon his handiwork, branding you as his.

“I’ll never let another person touch you,” he mumbled against your skin. “I promise.”

“Peter,” His name was pathetic and breathy on your lips and you tangled your fingers into his thick hair, pulling him up to crash his lips against yours.

He furiously tugged at the straps of your dress, sliding them down over your shoulders and exposing you to the cool breeze of the fan that spun overhead. Your flesh erupted in goosebumps at the sensation and you began to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one smooth motion.

Every movement was desperate as the two of you traded breathy moans laced with tension.

Peter hiked the skirt up over your hips, sliding a finger along your slit and groaning at the way your panties were soaked with desire. He began to nibble along the column of your neck as his fingers circled your clit through the thin fabric, causing you to writhe beneath him.

“All these years and you still get so wet for me.” His breath was hot against your neck as he spoke filth into your ear, dragging a broken mewl from your lips.

Your fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, unzipping and sliding them gracelessly down his thighs as he settled back between your legs. He thrust against you and you could feel how badly he wanted you from the impossible hardness of his bulge, his boxers and your lacy scrap of underwear serving as the only barrier.

He leaned down and began mouthing at the swell of your breast, gently brushing your nipple with the pad of his thumb. Your back arched off of the bed, offering yourself up to him fully, and he devoured you greedily. His hands gripped tightly at your waist, pulling you impossibly tighter against him and dragging against your core.

Your moans turned pitchy and you began to shove at the band of his boxers, lowering them over his hips just far enough to free him, the feel of him warm and heavy in your hand. He hissed at the contact and thrust his hips forward, kissing his way up your neck toward your jaw. In a flash, your underwear were pulled to the side as he lined himself up at your entrance.

Peter’s lips found yours as he pushed in, tortuously slow, swallowing every moan as he stretched you open. He pulled out slowly, then snapped forward with more force, repeating the motion over and over again. Each thrust seemed to be laced with feeling, a message passed between you in the darkness as he gazed down at you, lids heavy with desire.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Your fingers gripped tightly into the flesh of his ass, pulling him into you, and tilting your hips to meet him thrust for thrust. Tossing your head back into the pillow, you bit back a cry as he brushed up against the spot that sent sparks dancing across the surface of your skin. You could feel the pleasure building inside of you, the coil wound tight and ready to snap.

“Don’t you dare hold back on me,” he whispered against the shell of your ear.

He hitched your knee over his hip to press impossibly deeper, laying his other hand flat against your stomach, pressing down slightly. Your release wracked your body, nails digging into Peter’s skin, desperately clinging to him and capturing his mouth in a messy kiss.

"Oh fuck," he breathed, nipping at your bottom lip. His pace had become erratic, sloppy, in response to the way you clenched around him. You fell back against the pillow and brought one hand to your breast, twisting and pebbling your nipple between your fingers as you gazed up at him from under your lashes.

He dropped his forehead to yours, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth falling open in pleasure. The sounds he made were obscene as he firmly gripped your hips, holding you in place as he spilled inside of you.

You moaned at the loss of him as he pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside you and lacing his fingers with yours. He slowly brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss against your knuckles. The two of you lay like that for a moment, struggling to catch your breath and make sense of everything that had transpired between you.

You groaned and pulled yourself from the bed, stumbling to the bathroom to clean up. When you returned, you found that Peter had climbed under the blankets after filling a glass of water for the both of you. You grabbed Peter’s t shirt from the floor, slipping it over your head and smiling shyly down at him. It all felt so… domestic, and a small part of you was afraid it would scare him off.

You grabbed the water from the bedside table, perching gently on the side of your bed as you took a long sip. Peter’s hands slipped around your waist, tugging slightly. With a chuckle, you placed the water back on the table and crawled under the blankets to face him.

He turned onto his back and pulled you into his side, his fingers strumming lazy patterns over the skin of your shoulder. You tangled your legs with his, nuzzling tightly under his chin, reminding yourself not to get too used to the feeling. But your mind began to run away from you and you found yourself imagining, once again, what if?

The coarse hair dusting his chest tickled as you danced your fingers through it absentmindedly.

“Peter?”

“Hmmm?”

“I think I can do it,” you said, your voice far less confident than you felt.

“Do what, sweetheart?” He tilted his chin to look down at you.

“Be Spider-Man’s,” you stumbled over the words. “His girlfriend, that is.”

“You’re not Spider-Man’s girlfriend.” There was a tone of finality to his voice that made your stomach sour with disappointment. He must have felt the way your face fell, your body tense where it was pressed against his. He hooked a finger under your chin and tilted you up to face him.

“You’re mine.”

#tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker smut #andrew garfield!peter parker #andrew garfield!spiderman #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #the amazing spiderman #andrew garfield

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betterthanyalls · 6 months

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Masterlist

Started: 10/18/2023

Last Updated: 4/8/2024

Topics

Fluff-😊

Angst-😭

Songfic-🎶

Oneshots-1️⃣

Crackshots-🤩

Headcanons-😶‍🌫️

Holiday Specials-🎉/❤️/🐰/🇺🇸/🎃/🦃/🎄

The Amazing Digital Circus

Caine

Bubble

Ragatha

Organized Love😊1️⃣

Fluff Headcanons😊😶‍🌫️

Jax

Pomni

Gangle

Zooble

Kinger

Various

TADC x Flirty!Reader😶‍🌫️😊

If You Abstract😶‍🌫️😭

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Henry Stein

Sammy Lawrence

Smell of Pines😊1️⃣

Norman Polk

Wally Franks

Bendy

Boris

Various

Toon Quest

Abel

"It's only November!"😊1️⃣

Bendy

The Nutcracker🎉

Chugga Chug🤩1️⃣

Cuphead

Astronomical View😊1️⃣

“In your face!”😊1️⃣

Donald(Platonic)

Felix

Oswald

Panchito

Christmas Cookies Gone Wrong😊1️⃣

Ruck(Platonic)

Pinky Promise😭1️⃣

Various

Late Night Scolding😊1️⃣

Dance of the Heart😊1️⃣

Frozen Memories😭1️⃣

Lego Monkey Kid

Sledding Bump😊1️⃣

Ink MK

Mini Oneshots/Drabbles😊1️⃣

Sun Wukong

Dancing to Christmas music😊1️⃣

Fake Proposals❤️

Night Sickness😊1️⃣

Macaque

Redson

Birthday Night😊1️⃣

Mayor

Nezha

Various

Five Nights At Freddy's

Michael Afton

Bonnie

Freddy

Chica

Foxy

Phone Guy

Ness(Matpat, movie ver.)

Mike Schmidt(Movie ver.)

Various

Other

Hershey Mascot Bazooka🤩😶‍🌫️

Is Love Bought?🤩1️⃣

SCP-049/SCP-035 x Kitsune!Reader😶‍🌫️

Who Needs Words?😊1️⃣

#angst #x reader #tadc #toon quest #scp foundation #lego monkie kid #five nights at freddy's #masterlist #batim x reader #batim #headcanon #fluff #crack fic #oneshot

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thecryptidart1st · 6 months

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Movie! Mike Schmidt's character in a nutshell (spoilers below):

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totaldramararepairweek2023 · 9 months

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What Pairings Aren’t Rarepairs?

(Please let me know if I didn’t put a pairing on this list that you don’t think counts as a rarepair!)

Ships NOT allowed in this event are:

Adult x Minor (If you’re doing RR characters, use the confirmed ages as a resource! This means NO gen 1 x gen 3, sorry!)

Incest Ships (Including Chet x Lorenzo)

Bowie/Raj x Women

Gen 4 x Past Gens

Axel x Nichelle

Priya x Millie

Wayne x Raj/Bowie x Raj/Wayne x Raj x Bowie

Chase x Emma

Crimson x Ennui

Noah x Emma

Stephanie x Ryan

Jasmine x Shawn

Sky x Dave

Trent x Gwen

Chris x Chef

Jasmine x Sammy

Alejandro x Heather

Alejandro x Noah

Alejandro x Tyler

Duncan x Courtney/Duncan x Gwen/Gwen x Courtney/Duncan x Gwen x Courtney

Team E-Scope (Noah x Eva x Izzy)- Individual combos count as rarepair!

Lindsay x Tyler

Leshawna x Harold

Noah x Cody

Noah x Owen

Owen x Izzy

Geoff x Bridgette/Geoff x Brody/Poly Surfers (Geoff x Bridgette x Brody)

Scott x Courtney

Cody x Sierra

Priya x Damien

Scary Girl x Damien

Julia x Wayne

Zee x Emma

Gwen x Geoff

Sam x Dakota

Mike x Zoey

Devin x Carrie

Jo x Brick

MacArthur x Sanders

MacArthur x Brody

Dawn x Scott

MK x Julia

Chase x Ripper/Chase x Zee/Zee x Ripper/Chase x Ripper x Zee

Jo x Anne Maria

Cody x Gwen

#total drama rarepair week

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angelicalchaoticabyss · 1 year

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oh empire god of mankind abyss/mike/sam/sammy/angel/ire May I ask you to make a longan dragon x reader please

Longan Dragon Cookie x Reader.

An Exception.

The grand dragon remained at the top of the world, the strongest of their kind and could strike caution in even the ancient Millennial tree. Any who met their glare was turned to stone, any who were weak were unfit to live. They’ve killed many of their own kind who tried to rival them in the days of old, the golden days, where dragons roamed the land on mass. All dragons feared them, and they feared no one. Aside from their siblings all were below them, none could match them.

Every Cookie that infected this world was worthless, pathetic, weak, they killed off the remainders of their kind. Even young dragonlings…eggs, they deserve no mercy from them. Every single one must be destroyed, for the sake of the remaining dragons.

But then…they came to a slight roadblock in that notion, and that was the weak one resting on their lap this very moment. Here you sit upon them…a cookie.

Honestly despite what their stoic features may say, internally they were a mess of emotions they refused to show. When your village was attacked you still fought back despite how little you could do. It was amusing in a sense, seeing your futile attempts to protect the rest of your sorry species in that festering nest. But you still tried, even when limbs were turned to stone you still tried. It intrigued the lord enough to have your statue form retrieved and turned back to normal under their supervision.

“Just what makes you so special weak one?” They questioned.

“I don’t know…” You replied, you were…angry…scared…but some semblance of gratefulness you were turned to normal.

You didn’t know, and for the first time they didn’t know either. They felt…angry at themselves, now they’re the ones betraying their own kind by sparing you? But at the same time, you felt different to them…you felt pure compared to the rest of your kind. To them being a dragon would suit you much better than a little cookie. However…you were quite adorable the way you are now, small compared to them as they held you close.

They knew you didn’t love them; they knew you didn’t hold these same feelings that were currently tearing their mind and rationality asunder.

But that alone made them determined to get your opinion of them changed, they wanted YOU as their mate. They had to do this carefully as it’ll only drive you away further if it’s not perfect. What could they gift you? They have plenty of treasures and wonders to spare, cookies can even become amazed at the simple sight of an overly beautiful flower. They could give you many things within the palace, have you served hand and foot with a comfortable life. Keep you away from the chaos they’re trying to correct.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

“Hm? What do you mean weak one?” Their tone held no aggression.

“Why are you trying to destroy all of my kind? What did we ever do to you?” You finished.

“Simple, your kind is weak and don’t deserve to survive in a world made for dragons.”

Your eyes sparked with an odd emotion “If that’s the only reason…why am I still alive? If we’re all weak then why not kill me too?”

“…” They were silent.

“Give me the full reason, more than ‘we’re all weak’. If I’m somehow so special to you then you can at least give me the courtesy of the full truth.” The stood your ground on this.

Longan eyed you, that was very bold of you to speak to them like that. You completely lost any fear you had for that moment, but they could feel it start to grow back the longer they stared at you. The Dragon Lord weighed the options in their head before a sigh escaped their lips.

“Very well, I’ll shall inform you of your kinds actions but I shall start with a question. Why do you think there are so little of my kind left?”

You opened your mouth before closing it as you didn’t have an answer. Longan waited a few seconds before continuing.

“It’s because Cookies systematically wiped out my kind one by one.” They said darkly.

“What?! No! We’d never-!” They cut you off.

“But your kind did, and it didn’t matter what kind of dragon it was we were all destroyed. Even dragonlings and the unhatched, recently a cookie went through the last remained hatchery and destroyed every egg they came across on their way through. I foresaw this fate, that the giant wings would fall to ground, but I had to plan, I went dormant and couldn’t awaken until just a little while ago.”

You were silent with horror; you couldn’t believe it! It can’t be true! But their face, their expression had changed. There was an even deeper seriousness, their mouth was semi twitchy in a snarled grimace…and a great sadness lied deep in their eyes.

“I…well…dragon lord-“

“Longan. Use my name.”

“Well, Longan, you have to believe not every cookie is like that. I’m sure there’d be plenty who’d want to help your species upon hearing the plight.” You said, but in way you felt like you could barely convince yourself of that notion.

“And I counter with the simple fact that after your kind showed no mercy towards mine, why should I do the same?” They actually questioned.

Then it hit you.

“Well…you’re showing mercy right now. I’m a cookie and you spared my life. If we deserved absolutely no mercy then you wouldn’t have turned me back. You wouldn’t be caring for me right now.” You pointed out.

Longan went silent again, that mental battle returned. The grand dragon was firm to believe their stance and stick to it, yet your mere existence and words pointed a very hypocritical hole in that. What made YOU the one exception to their hatred? Why did you avoid being a target on their path of revenge? What made you feel pure and worthy to them? Why is this happening to them? These swells and swirls of emotions were something they’ve never truly experienced and it was driving them mad. They were shaking and growling at themselves, almost in a thought trance before being pulled back into reality by you.

“Deep down, even a tiny bit, a part of you must hope that things can be fixed the peaceful way. That we can coexist and share the world. Please, I want to help but I can only do that if you let me.”

For that moment, you had let your negative emotions towards them fade away. After hearing the reason for all this…you honestly can’t say you’d fair any better in their place. You reached and held their head to keep Longan’s gaze met with yours. They looked so tired…

Slowly, the dragon lord leaned into your touch.

“Very well then…”

#cr #crob #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cr x reader #crob x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #longan dragon #longan dragon cookie #longan dragon x reader #longan dragon cookie x reader #I love longan so much #they're my favorite dragon #thank you for this #bow before me

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kkkkkafka · 2 years

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sammy is a menace

in which michael met charlie later in life through sammy instead of while they were kids

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #charlie emily #charlotte emily #michael afton #mike schmidt #sammy emily #michael afton x charlie emily #fnaf marlie #fnaf fanart #my art

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td-rarepairs · 5 months

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A bunch of wheel generated rarepairs

Rodney x Ella

sierra x harold

chef x josh

tyler x brick

crimson x Staci

lindsay x Vito

Taylor x Dawn

mike x B

Brody x Jo

topher x Mal

dave x brick

Sammy x Sky

ezekiel x Staci

#rodnella #siarold #chosh #bryler #crimstaci #lindsvito #mikeb #bike #jrody #malpher #brave. dick. help #davebrick #skammy #stacekiel #td rarepairs

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crashdevlin · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit 1- Just Helping Out

Author’s Note: This is part one of Forbidden Fruit. It is a high-school set, adopted sister Wincest, non-Supernatural, a/b/o series. This is brand new, never been posted (not even to my patreon). There was an Omegaverse week over on @spnkinkevents and there was a prompt of Heat/Rut which I think this will fit pretty well.

Summary: When John and Mary Winchester adopted Y/n into their family, Dean never imagined he'd grow to think of her as anything other than a nuisance. Imagine his surprise when his sister becomes the single most important person in his life.

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader, Michael x Reader

Word count: 3342

Story Warnings: sister wincest, alpha!Dean, alpha!Michael, omega!reader, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, masturbation, phone sex,

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Dean Winchester stepped out of his car and slung his backpack over his shoulder, long bowed legs carrying him toward the last building in town he wanted to be in. His brother followed at a slower pace. His friend, Richie, approached him as soon as he entered the school, looking around pointedly.

"Where's your hot sister this morning?"

Dean rolled his eyes. He was more than tired of his friends trying to get with Y/n. Just like he was tired of reinforcing that she was adopted. "Fuck if I know, man. She was sick or something this morning. Mom told me and Sammy to head out without her."

"Sick, huh? She ain't pregnant, is she?" Richie asked. He always took it to a sexual place.

Dean scoffed. "Be real hard 'less it's the second coming of Christ, man. She's a virgin."

"You sure? 'Cause word around the locker room is-"

"You finish that sentence and I'm gonna rip your fuckin' lungs out. That's my sister and she is not a topic for your locker room bullshit," Dean growled. He knew there was no way the rumors might have substance but the very idea that Y/n let some guy touch her made his alpha show itself.

"No, no, man. Not me! I would never disrespect you and yours like that, but...I mean, Mike...Cas' big brother...he was sayin'..."

All anger flowed out of him. "They went to one movie and I escorted them. Nothing happened. He's a lying piece of shit."

"Maybe...but he's telling everybody that he nailed her so…"

"I'll deal with it."

Dean wasn’t sure how he'd deal with it, but he knew he would. There was no way he would let everyone think his sister was a ho.

"Well, don't hurt Mr. President too much. You don't want to get arrested."

"I'm not gonna hurt him," Dean argued. "Well, I might, but if I say that then it's premeditation and I don't have the 'crime of passion' thing to fall back on." He scoffed as the bell rang through the PA system. "See you in English, Richie."

"She wouldn't want you to fight with him. She likes him," Sam said, walking up to his brother as Richie rushed down the hall.

"She doesn't like liars and she doesn't deserve to have him spreading rumors like that about her."

"Then let her deal with it."

"She's not here today, is she?"

"And you gotta deal with it today?"

Dean turned on his little brother and let out a growl. "The longer he's out here spreading this shit with no pushback and no one defending her, the longer it has to take hold and the more people are gonna believe it. I am not going to let that happen."

Sam sighed, his hair swinging as he shook his head. "When she gets upset and cries about you beating up her boyfriend, I'm not gonna hold back the 'I told you so'."

"He ain't her boyfriend!" Dean called before heading into his homeroom. He threw his body down into his desk and rested his head against his fist.

He never would have thought he would end up so protective of Y/n. He hated that girl when his parents decided to foster her. They put a seven-year-old boy who only ever had a little brother with a brand new six-year-old 'sister', they were naive to not expect some pushback. She was living with them for almost a year before he called her anything other than 'Foster' and he remembered making every single thing a fight even after they decided to adopt her and make her his sister. He was an unbelievable ass to her and that still showed up sometimes.

But despite the genetics, despite the rocky start, Y/n was his sister. Y/n was his little sister and he was not about to let the student council president get away with telling everyone that she gave her virginity up to a piece of shit like him. Fuck Michael Novak.

Four other people mentioned "the rumors" before lunch. By the time he saw the tall green-eyed teen across the cafeteria, Dean was seething. He was laughing with a group of other wealthy, popular seniors and Dean was itching to hit the smile right off his face. At least it wouldn't be an unfair fight. Michael was the same age, same height, same build, and both were alphas. In a lot of ways, Michael Novak was just like Dean Winchester, so much so that people sometimes mistook them for each other in the halls during hotter months when Dean only wore t-shirts instead of his many layers of plaid and leather.

"So tell me, how'd you manage to get some from my sister when I was with you the whole damn night?" Dean asked without preface and definitely without tact as he walked up to the group.

The group collectively blanched before turning to the gruff boy. Michael's blank green eyes found Dean's rage-filled ones. "What are you going on about, Dean?"

"You been tellin' everybody that you had sex with my sister and I'm just wondering exactly how that could have happened when I was with you the whole date. I picked your lame, Abercrombie and Fitch-wearing ass up. I drove you to the theater. I sat next to her in the movie. I drove your lame, Abercrombie and Fitch-wearing ass home. When did you put her ankles behind her ears and make her see God?"

Michael looked caught for a moment, obviously unsure what to say. "You weren't around the whole night," he responded, eventually. "She and I were alone while you went to the anime store in the mall."

Dean nodded, angrily. There was a short gap where he let them out of his sight but… "I was gone for ten minutes. I just needed to grab the new Twilight Princess manga. My baby didn't smell like sex when I got back in and you really think anyone's gonna believe you talked Y/n out of her virginity in the backseat of my car in ten minutes? Also, dude, if you're only giving girls ten minutes of time, you're doing sex wrong. Have you ever had sex?"

Michael obviously took offense to the question, eyes going wide. "More than you, I'm sure, you...white trash, thrift store-shopping, piece of-"

"Well, you're wrong there. I steal my clothes and if you think I'm trash, what do you really think about Y/n?"

"I think she's been trying to get me to knot her for months and she would have been easy if you hadn't been a constant presence during the date!"

"Did you just call my sister 'easy'?! And like hell, she's been tryin' to get your dinky little dick!" Dean's fist clenched and he moved to step closer, but his phone vibrating in his pocket stopped him. He growled as he pulled it out, softening a little at his mom's contact pic on the screen. "Yeah, Mom?"

"Hey, I need you to take Sam over to Bobby's after school. You boys and your father are going to be staying there for a few days."

"Wait, wha--Why? What's goin' on?"

"Because Y/n's becoming a woman and having two alphas in the house when an omega is going through her first heat would make everything harder and Sam is going to want to be with you wherever you are so...meet your dad at Bobby's, we'll see you in a few days, okay?"

"Y-yeah." Dean turned away from Michael and his friends, phone pressed to his ear. His cheeks went hot as he heard Y/n moan in the background. "Is she...she okay?"

"She'll be fine. First one's the worst one. You remember your first rut, how you wanted to fight everyone and went through half a bottle of lotion?"

"Com'on, Mom," he groaned.

Mary laughed. "I'll take care of her. We'll see you when she's on the other side."

"Yes, ma'am. See ya then." He sighed before pushing his phone back into his pocket. "Stop lying about my sister, you dickbag...and lose her number because no way is she going out with you again," Dean called over his shoulder as he walked away. Y/n was under enough stress. She didn't need to come back to school to find out that Dean got in a fist fight with Michael over her.

"You didn't hurt him?" Richie couldn't believe he just witnessed Dean walk away from an opportunity to defend Y/n's honor. "Who was on that call, man?"

"My mom. I'm not gonna…not gonna hurt him. I called him out, his friends know he lied, and I'm never gonna let Y/n go out with him again so…" He shrugged and sat on the table, boots resting on the seat. "He really said she'd'a been easy if I hadn’t been on the date, blockin' him. He obviously doesn't know anything about her."

"You let that slide?! 'Cause your mommy called you?"

"Richie," Dean started, licking his lips. He had a hundred things he wanted to say to his friend, but his mind kept replaying the moan he heard in the background of his conversation with his mother. He adjusted how he was sitting as he started to get hard. "Shut up."

~~~~~~~~~~

"So, we gotta sleep at Bobby's until Y/n's feeling better?" Sam asked from the passenger seat of Dean's Impala.

"Yeah. Dad brought clothes over for us and we're gonna be sleeping on the couches. Dad gets the guest bed, of course."

"How long does an omega stay in heat?"

Dean looked over at Sam for a second before looking back to the road. "Aren't you takin' sex ed? Isn't there a whole section in that book about gender presentation?"

"It's all vague. 'One to five days'. That's not helpful. Come on. You know stuff. Cassie was an omega, right?"

Dean rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex. "Yeah, Cassie was an omega...and her heats lasted three. Mom's last two. So...we'll probably have to stay at Bobby's 'til Saturday."

"Thank you. Was that so hard, jerk?"

"Harder than you think," Dean said, shifting on the bench seat. Just thinking about Y/n in heat gave him a hard on...which was wrong. So wrong. That's his sister.

Bobby's front door opened and Ellen stepped out. "Hey, boys. Jo Beth and I put pillows an' blankets out on the couch and loveseat and y'all can do your homework in the library. Bobby and yer dad'll be back from the body shop at 6 so you got plenty'a time to get that stuff finished before dinner. Fried chicken. Come on in." The Winchesters followed the brunette woman inside. "As always-" she started as soon as Dean walked in.

"'Hands off Jo'. Yes, ma'am," Dean finished for her.

"Good," she said before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Get caught playing doctor once, ten years ago...never let us live it down," Dean grumbled under his breath as he tossed his backpack through the open doorway into the library.

"She'll get over it one day," Jo said, walking up to pick Dean's bag up.

"Not fucking likely. But it doesn't matter, does it?" Dean chuckled as he slid the door closed and sat at Bobby's desk. "Her threats didn't actually stop us."

"Hush yer mouth," Jo whispered, furiously. "Momma would kill us!"

"She'd kill Dean." Sam flopped down on the loveseat and dropped his backpack to his feet. "No big loss."

"Yeah, shut up, you little bitch."

"Are you going to do your work or just-" Sam cut himself off when Dean put his feet up on Bobby's desk and pulled out a comic book from his bag. "Right." Sam rolled his eyes.

"I don't need to do the homework to pass the tests and all my teachers know that shit, man. They don't fuck with me about it."

Sam just rolled his eyes again.

~~~~~~

Dean's phone ringing on the floor beside the couch woke him at a little after midnight. He was barely awake enough to recognize Y/n's contact picture before he had answered and put the phone to his ear.

"Dean?" Her whisper through the phone made him sit up, more awake.

"Yeah? You okay?" he whispered back to keep Sam from waking.

"Mom told you?"

"Yeah."

"I don't like this," she whined and Dean was struck with the desire to go home and comfort her. "I've never been so…"

"Horny?" Dean guessed.

"I was going for 'uncomfortable' but...yeah," she admitted. Dean swallowed thickly and licked his lips as blood rushed southward. He felt a little bad about getting hard over his little sister's first heat, but it wasn’t something he could control. "I don't know what to do. I just wanna...make it go away."

"O-only thing that would m-make it stop for a few hours would be...an alpha, but, um...you can...you know...and that'll...take some of the edge off."

"I can't," she squeaked.

"Can't...what, masturbate? It's totally natural and okay to-"

"No, I just...maybe I'm too stupid or I'm doing it wrong but it...I've tried before and it d-doesn't work."

Dean's face went hot as his dick twitched. "Um...you could--you aren't stupid, you just don't--um, I could send you a few videos from Pornhub and-"

"I can't watch those kinds of things!"

"Don't be such a prude," he snapped before sighing. "Sorry. That was rude. I'm an ass."

"It's okay. I'm sorry, too. I'm just...I'm not eighteen yet. I really shouldn't look at those videos."

"Right, well…" An idea came to his head and it left his mouth before he could realize how wrong the idea was. "I've seen a lot of those videos. Maybe I could help you."

There was silence on her side for a minute and Dean almost laughed it off and pretended it was a joke until he heard, "You could do that?" Her voice was so small and hopeful that he couldn't call it a joke.

"Y-yeah. I could do that...for you."

"And that’s...okay? It's not-"

"I'm your big brother. If I can help make this a little more bearable for you...I should. So, uh." Dean shot a look at Sam's sleeping form and got up to tip-toe into the bathroom at the foot of the stairs. "You in bed?"

"Yeah," she said on a breath.

"Okay, so...I guess, just get comfortable and, um, close your eyes."

"Okay."

"And just get a clear picture in your head of somebody that you'd wanna touch you. It's better if you can imagine someone...when you can think about their voice and how they might look when they're hovering over you...looking down at you...runnin' their hands down your body like you're about to be doing."

"So, I should run my hands down my body?"

"Did you come up with someone to imagine?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, now, imagine that guy and let your hands drift until you find a place that feels good. Imagine him kissing your neck and telling you how fucking pretty you are." A sharp gasp from Y/n made Dean's dick twitch and he reached down to run his hand across the front of his pajama pants. "Some girls really like their nipples being played with. Some like tugging and pinching real hard, but others like it to be all light like a feather touch. So you should-"

"Oh my god!" she whispered through a moan and Dean had to bite his lip to keep from moaning himself...and to keep from asking how she likes her nipples played with.

"Now, um, put your hand in your underwear, whichever hand feels better...usually dominant hand, but sometimes that left hand is just a bit different and that can be fun." He wrapped his fingers around his erection through his pants and tried to control himself. "Keep your other hand playing with your nipples and don't just go straight for it. Tease yourself before you get the fingers going."

"T-tease what? My…"

"You need to play with your clit, baby," he said, cursing himself for calling her that before squeezing his erection and moving on. "Gentle pressure, circular motions...when you-"

"Oh! Oh, fuck!" Hearing her curse was too much. His goody-two-shoes, Student Council Vice President, church choir soloist little sister was playing with her clit and moaning for him. It was so wrong...and a-fucking-mazing. He reached into his pants and boxers and pulled out his cock, sweeping his thumb over the head. "It feels so good."

"If you're...if you think you're wet enough, you can slip your middle finger in-inside you and...just kinda feel around. Don't thrust, just press your fingertip into your pussy." His hand started moving slowly down his erection and back to the tip. "Gotta find the spots you're gonna be aimin' for when you start thrusting."

"How do you know-"

"Dirty movies, nasty mangas, and some hands-on experience. Now...fuck...um, take as long as you want with the teasing, ya know. There's no such thing as too much foreplay, even when you're playing with yourself."

He started tugging at his cock as he listened to her breathing heavily. Something in the rhythm of her breaths told him she had found her pace and started fingering herself. "How's that workin' for you, baby sis?" He needed to hear her voice. He needed to know what she sounded like all wrecked with bliss.

"It's workin'," she whimpered.

"Yeah? You think you can make yourself cum like that?"

"Yeah. Oh, I'm so close."

"I bet you are. Bet you're about to gush all over those pretty little fingers, aren't you?"

"Fuck, so close. Alpha, I'm so close."

Dean dropped his phone in the sink as his whole body jerked and his toes curled, a powerful, unexpected orgasm taking his breath as he shot cum all over the counter. "Shit!" he hissed, grabbing his phone as he continued fucking his fist. He got the phone to his ear just in time to hear Y/n let out a shuddering breath and a relieved moan. "You...you feel better, Y/n?"

"Uh-huh. I...I'm sorry I called you that. It just came out."

Dean chuckled, grabbing some toilet paper to clean up the evidence of what her calling him that did to him. "It's okay. It's natural. You're an omega in heat. I'm an alpha you trust...you were doing that. It's not a big deal. As long as you're feeling better, that's the important thing."

"I'm feeling a lot better. Thank you. I knew it was the right choice to call you."

Dean tossed the toilet paper in the bowl and flushed before securing his boxers and pants. "Why did you call me?"

"Something in me said you'd be able to help."

Dean licked his lips and swallowed. "I'm glad I could help. Um...but we should probably not tell anybody that I did, ya know?"

"Yeah. People probably would think-"

"Yeah."

"Thank you for helping, Dean. This won't be so miserable now."

"Try to get some sleep, Y/n."

"You too. Sorry I woke you up for this."

Dean smiled. "Don't be sorry. I'm glad I could help."

"Oh, um...can you collect my schoolwork for the week? It's gonna be in the front office tomorrow."

"Yeah. I'll, uh, grab it and drop it off for you tomorrow."

"Okay. Thank you. Love you, Dean. Night."

"Night." Dean disconnected the call and stared at himself in the mirror over the sink. "That’s your little sister, man. What's wrong with you?"

He shook his head and sighed, checking the time on his phone and wiping at his tired eyes. "Nobody has to know. Doesn't have to be a thing. I was just helpin' her out like any good big brother would." He flicked the light off and headed back to the couch in the library.

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