#☥🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

[swytdoll]

babies.

more of baby!daddy eren as requested by anon ♡︎ + nsfw becuz he can’t keep his hands off of you. minors dni, please, i will send toji to get you.

Pitiful. That's exactly how you felt. Pitiful for letting the man you vowed to never let touch you again have had you in a headlock while he fucked you. Hazy, that's what your memory is as your eyes flutter open.

Trickles of light flood in, and it only takes a second for you to realize you're in his bed. The room smells like him—woodsy and slightly smoky, a scent that clings to your skin. You groan, throwing your head back, the ache in your neck a reminder of last night's intensity. It feels like you're doing the walk of shame as you saunter out in one of his shirts, the fabric soft and familiar against your skin, carrying his scent with you.

You round the corner to see the girls and then him. He's leaning casually against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand, his eyes locking onto yours with that same glint that got you into this mess. The girls are giggling, completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside you. The tension in the room is palpable, and you can feel his gaze following you, making every step feel heavier.

"Mommy!" The two four-year-olds exclaim at the same time upon noticing your presence. A smile breaks across your lips as they hug your legs, their small arms warm and comforting. "Good morning, my loves. What're you guys doing?" you question, pressing kisses against their messy bed hair, the scent of sleep and innocence filling your senses. "Daddy is making heart pancakes, look, Mommy!" Zoe pulls at your hand, her excitement palpable.

Chloe follows closely on your heels, her giggles bubbling up like a sweet melody. The kitchen is filled with the aroma of pancakes. Eren flipping heart-shaped pancakes with a concentration that makes your heart ache. The scene is a stark contrast to the turmoil inside you, a reminder of the complicated web of love and regret that binds you all together. You watch as he carefully places the pancakes onto a plate, the golden-brown hearts a testament to his effort to create a perfect morning. The girls' laughter rings out, and for a moment, the chaos in your mind is silenced by the simple beauty of this family moment.

Your ex-husband looks up, the corner of his mouth upturned. Your throat is suddenly dry, and you can feel the girls tugging at the hem of your shirt. His eyes are dark, and his jaw is set. “Eat up, so you can be big and strong like daddy.” setting the plates in front of the girls. They immediately dig in, and you take the moment of reprieve to gather yourself.

His hands are warm when they rest against the small of your back, and the way his breath fans across your ear has you biting your lip to hold in a moan. It doesn't go unnoticed. His touch lingers, his fingers tracing small, deliberate circles that send shivers down your spine. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the familiar scent of his cologne mingling with the aroma of pancakes and syrup. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, craving the connection that was once so natural between you.

His voice, low and husky, whispers, "I still remember how you like your pancakes, extra syrup, just a hint of butter." The words are simple, but the underlying emotion is unmistakable, a reminder of the love that still simmers beneath the surface. He won’t lie, the way his shirt falls off your frame excites him a bit too much. And the way he walks around all slutty with just a pair of sweatpants hanging off his hips, pretty hair tucked behind his ears excites you too much.

"Eat Mommy.” he whispers, his voice deep and husky. You glare at him. The man is sinful, and it's hard to resist when his thumb draws lazy circles against your hip bone. "Fine," you manage, trying to sound firm. For someone who can't stand him, you two sure do always end up in the craziest predicaments. It seems like every time he comes into contact with you, he leaves a mark. Whether it be bruises along your thighs or emotional turmoil, you're left reeling from his effect.

"Good," he praises, pulling away. You turn around to see his smirk as he sits on the counter. The girls are completely engrossed in their pancakes, their mouths moving a mile a minute about the things they want to do today. You can't help but stare at the man you married, the man you were going to grow old with.

But life isn't always as you plan, and now you're stuck in an endless cycle of what ifs.

"What do you want, ✰?”

The way your name rolls off his tongue sends a rush of arousal to your core. You clear your throat, looking away as you try to collect yourself. You can feel the weight of his gaze, the pressure of his scrutiny. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin. It's like being under a microscope, and you know exactly how he wants you.

"I want to take a shower." You pick at the food, appetite diminished.

His eyebrow cocks, and he crosses his arms.

“That’s all?”

You nod, watching as the girls gulped down the rest of their food. Ignoring his eyes, you stand up to carry the dishes to the sink.

The girls run off to play, leaving the two of you alone.

The tension is thick, and the silence is deafening.

You're about to head off when he wraps his fingers around your wrist.

"You're not going anywhere, what I tell you about leaving so fast and shit? What do you want?”

His hand is warm against your skin, the touch burning. His eyes are dark, and you swallow before taking a step back. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and your knees buckle.

"I said what I wanted."

He laughs, the sound mocking. He takes a step towards you, his presence overwhelming. Your body betrays you, and you can feel the arousal pooling between your thighs. “That’s all?” His words make you whimper, and your mind goes fuzzy. He's so close you can feel the warmth of his skin, the heat of his breath. Your resolve is weakening, and you know he can see it.

"I..."

"Use your words, princess. Tell me," he urges, his hand trailing up your arm. His touch is electric, and you can feel yourself giving in.

"You."

It's a quiet admission, but he hears it. A grin spreads across his lips, and he pulls you into him, his lips crashing against yours. His kiss is hungry, and his hands are rough as they roam your body.

"That wasn't so hard, was it, baby?"

"W-we can't the girls-"

"Are playing." He finishes, fingers creeping into the waistband of your underwear.

"Let me take care of you love."

And how can you say no when he's looking at you like that, with those eyes, with that voice, with his lips.

"Ohmyyyy—shittt." Eren's thrust are brutal as he fucks you against the glass shower wall. Water rains down on your bodies, his hand gripping the back of your neck pressing your face against the barrier.

The other holds onto your hips, pulling you back against his cock. The steam fogs up the glass, the sound of skin slapping fills the air. Your legs are shaking, head spinning. His name is the only thing that leaves your lips. You can't think straight, can't form a coherent thought. The only thing you can focus on is his cock stretching your walls almost painfully, his grip bruising, his voice deep and low as he praises you.

"That's it mama, doing so good." he encourages, hips rolling slowly into your gummy walls. Then once again, he's got you in that fucking headlock, picking up his pace. All you can do is babble incoherently, the head of his dick mean as it kisses your cervix.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunts, his thrusts harsh and unforgiving. "Like when I fuck you like this, like when I use you like the dirty little slut you are. He’s fucking you dumb, all you can manage is out a drawled out mhm. “Yeah, that's it, baby.” And god, he's right. You do like it. You like it when he treats you like a ragdoll, when he uses you for his pleasure. You like it when he talks to you like that, when he calls you all those vile names. After all, that is how you ended up carrying his kids.

"E-eren," you sob, your hands splaying against the glass. His grip tightens, hips continually rocking into your slick pussy, the head of his dick massaging you in a way that has you seeing stars behind your lids.

"Fuck, please," you beg, tears welling up in your eyes. "I-I’m gonna cum!”

"It’s alright Mommy, I got you. Let me feel you." his words push you over the edge, and your walls clench around his shaft. “Oh my god!" he groans, your walls fluttering against him milking is own release. He doesn’t bother pulling out, pumping his load deep inside your cunt, his seed painting your walls white. And just like that, you were sucked back in with the Eren Yeager.

𝑅𝒮𝐸𝒫𝐸𝒯𝒜𝐿𝒮 all rights reserved. comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated ♡︎

[switchbladefairy]

90'𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔰 ☥🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

[velvetbatss]

☥🦇

[hypndiary]

ㅤ𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡. ⠀ 🔪

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01.　🪦 #𝐏sicópata 瘋狂 𝗔mericano

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ est. ၇͜ ⸸ ( 2000. )⠀⎯⎯⠀, 🩸

　02.　▃⠀𝔥ered𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔶⠀⎯⎯⎯⎯⠀⚔️ 遺傳性恐怖.

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　03.　❘❙❚ ⠀ ☥ ⠀ 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 ⠀ 𖥔 ۫ ⠀🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

⠀　　◙　 m̸̢̱̖̩̗̪͐́͌͘i̴̬͖͎̜͌̉̌͊́̂̽͂̄̚n̸̢̨͎̖̦̹̰̳̦̿̎̏̊̓̀͐͛͘ͅd̴̛͚̱͊͊̇̄̒̈́͌̀̄ ̵̨͉̭̪̥̝͓͋̓̓̚̚ǵ̴͓̟̥̠̤̅̿͝͝a̶̝̜̮̬̮̰̎̈́́̀͑̒̃̐͝m̷̡̧͎̜̗̻̘̘̭͔̽͌̋̉̓̈̈́͊̐̀ḛ̷͕̰̭͎͎͉͑͑̍́̀͝ṡ̷̢̡͔͙͇̱̟̑̓͜　 🪓─┈　 ✣

　04. 𓆩⚰𓆪　𝔰 𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬.　🐑 ‛ ❦︎

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　05.　⚰️ ⠀ ليلة مجيدة ⠀ 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋 ⠀ † ̶ᰱ

⠀ ⠀ . ˳༚༅༚ ⠀ ࿙🜏࿚ ⠀ 致命的劇毒 ⠀ ࿈ 🚫

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[rxdidz]

hamzah w a youtuber/vlogger gf hcs plss 🙏 & thank u !!

☥🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ hamzah with a vlogger gf !

↳ a/n: headcanons, no warnings

you made a lot of friends in your city through youtube and social media, but there was one who you were too nervous to say anything to

hamzah made gaming and vlogging videos with his friend martin, you followed each other and liked each others posts but you wanted to talk to him

‘he lives IN your city, just reach out’ you told yourself

so you did and after meeting, you met again and again,

your subscribers knew you were dating someone, but they didn’t know who, so you would sneak in little clips with hamzah

“okay, now we’re going to the mall, he’s driving.” you smiled and pointed at hamzah, he was starting the car but he got in frame and waved.

“i have to be quiet because my boyfriends sleeping.” you whispered, panning the camera to his head laying on your pillow.

he’s so cute he’d be scrolling on your bed while you unbox clothes for a video

you filmed a what i eat in a day and he was SCREAMING because of a horror game

he loves being in your vlogs when it’s just like a day in my life because he just gets to hangout with you all day 😛

he’s your camera man but he actually cannot stop yapping and giving his little commentary

“whatt? i like this one it brings out your eyes.”

“we’re at the mall… i don’t like this store, i like the one we were in before, they keep playing this song and i think-”

“girl get that one if you want it.”

playing fortnite on the channel with him and martin🗣️ (horror games if he begs you)

doing facemasks 🤞

he likes that you both have different types of videos but still get to film together

sometimes you guys just do mukbangs of food you get at 3am

he always drives for you 🤭

you vlog your nights out and hamzahs in most of them, eating at a restaurant with your friends or in a club with you

your videos are so cute when your together, like doing his skincare in your night routine and you giggling cause he says it’s cold

you hang out and do things with him everyday and all you have to do is record it, you both love it

[nightshadefairy]

༺☥🦇☽ Bloodlust ☾🦇☥༻

[sicko4smut]

Everybody’s A Suspect! | B. Floyd

synopsis: A string of murders in the fall of ‘84 in a small town shakes the residents of WoodSprings to their core

warnings: violence, murder, eventual smut, gore, porn with a whole lot of plot, inaccuracies of the 80s (have mercy), personal head cannons of characters/dynamics, dubious consent, pushy male characters who can’t take no, bullying, physical harm, other warnings i can’t think of right now

PSA- i do not own any characters, names, ideas, or royalties of the ‘Scream Franchise’ or ‘Top Gun Maverick’

CHAPTERS

📼 1.1 - A Body…In WoodSprings?

PLAYLIST 📻 (no particular order)

The Perfect Girl - Mareux

Dark Red - Steve lacey

Somebody’s Watching Me - Rockwell

Hidden In The Sand - Tally Hall

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

Smooth Criminal- Micheal Jackson

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

Sippy Cup - Melanie Martinez

Headlock - Imogen Heap

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↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

MEET THE CHARACTERS

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 🏈 - Jake Seresin as ‘Dumb Jock’

* Jake is captain of the football team and son of the town’s mayor, super rich boy vibes

* Wholeheartedly believes you and him should be together because he is captain of football team and your cheer captain

* All brawns no brain up there, his poor skull is sitting there collecting dust and head trauma from getting tackled one too many times. 🏆 𓈒⟡₊⋆∘˚⊹ ࿔

🎸⋆⭒˚｡- Bradley Bradshaw as ‘Punk Outcast’

* Rooster is a free-spirited, rule-less, angsty, outcast

* Stays to himself and rarely ever talks, seriously no one has heard the guy say more than three words since high school

* working to put himself through college even though the stress from college and work is kinda making him flunk out

* Butts heads with Jake, two sides of different coins mixed with egos, passive aggression, and LOTS of testosterone leading to many physical fights between the boys. ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧ��ᵤ! ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

☥🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ - Nat as ‘Freak Loner’

* Out of her nerdy, timid shell from high school and free as can be…Natasha has voiced her disdain for all oppressive nature and love of the unknown, terrifying, and paranormal.

* She doesn’t feel the need to pretend to be uninterested in her education to fit her aesthetic when all is said and done, Natasha wants something to call her own and a degree is just that. So she’s willing to swallow her pride on how the world forces you into school for years right into the capitalist system of working for even longer before screwing you over even more the longer you let them..though she sure won’t be quiet about it

* But don’t be fooled by her dark makeup, passionate outburst, and spooky demeanor as hard she tries to bury her, that nerdy timid girl within Nat keeps kicking no matter how hard she beats her down. 𓉸ྀི ✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ -You as ‘The Town’s Sweetheart’

* You never wanted for anything in life for as long as you could remember, born with a silver spoon in your mouth however you were never snotty about it…never let it get to your head

* Miss goody-two-shoes as you were called was always the first one to volunteer your help whenever needed, first to be picked for the cheer team, first to speak up when someone was being bullied, first place in the Woodsprings beauty pageant, Prom Queen, Co-class president, captain of dance committee. It was all honestly a little overboard but you loved it all, love how busy it made you and how you were praised by seemingly everyone around you.

* Your family being the second wealthiest people in Woodsprings (thank you mommy and daddy) it was a given you never worried about how you were going to pay for college, the thought never crossing your mind until you overhear some peers complaining about how THREE jobs weren’t even enough to cover book fees so they would have to go to the local community college instead…it left you with an odd feeling never really having had the chance to acknowledge your privilege °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

⊹₊⟡⋆ 🔪 - Bob Floyd as ‘Ghostface’

* The man of the hour, our beloved robby. Fed up with being bullied and patronized, bob fights back…he didn’t mean for the guy to die but he would be lying is he said he didn’t like the silence that came with one less of those losers gone.

* Sweet boy who lives with his single mother trying to help her pay bills by working a variety of on campus jobs, from handyman to security to library assistant…anything that pays to lighten the load off her back

* Geek Charming in the flesh, bob but always robby to you has always been super smart which is why he was head of chess club, class president, and valedictorian in high school and awarded a full-ride scholarship to Woodsprings University

* Robby has had a crush on you since the first grade, it’s honestly a mix between creepy and embarrassing how bad he had it for you but you rarely noticed him anyway. When you did seem to remember his existence you were always so sweet just like he knew you to be his sweet girl

🪓 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

• This a masterlist/promotion for a WIP soon to be fic

• All actual chapters will be published on my main account @smutmaniac

• Please like and reblog

[elliemean]

♡⊹ ࣪ ˖

☥🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

[n-inot]

⠀☥ I’m a man of flesh and bones ⠀🦇⠀⠀⠀˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥

[teddursa]

where the sick ‘n twisted go.. .ᐟ — 🦇 ( 제이크)

PREC .ᐟ S : being dirt poor in a small village means not having the privilege to study where only the elite go, only when your mom married mr.park did the doors open for you.

𝓅 arings. vampire/cultist!jake x helpless!reader

⛪️ .ᐟ 𝓌 arnings — mention of god/religion. mention of sexual acts between step!siblings. noncon.fingering.oral sex. public sex (?). dirty dirty talk. pls lmk if i should add more !

☥🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ - authors note : hii! it’s hana ♡ this is my first fic & it’s based off of a dream i kept having & i was like this would be a bomb fic. i’m nervous abt sharing my writing since i mostly just read on here so pls be nice ㅠ��� this will also be a multiple story series since IM NAWT done, my brain is full of things for this series. this is based in the salem witch trial era.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ FIC UNDER MORE ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

CHAPTER 1. JAKE SIM.

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་���࿐

you stepped into the school. your brown plaided skirt falling before your knees. your white button down was perfect with no wrinkles on it. the sweater you wore was new, a gift from mr.park. it had now been a month since your mother and mr.parked married making you one of the new members of the rich and powerful of salem. your black mary janes clicked softly on the tiles. the school was huge, so similar to a church.

sunghoon walked behind you, staring at your plush ass as you walked. the skirt being so tight and short on you was not something he expected. but it was the only size the school had left. he chuckled to himself as he looked at your legs, they looked so soft and delicate. rubbing against each other as you walked.

suddenly, a old lady appeared. “you must be y/n. i’m mrs.malen.” you stared with a soft smile, “yes madam. it’s so lovely to meet you” you were so soft spoken that she had to move closer to hear you. “well here’s your schedule and i’m sure sunghoon here can show you to your classes.“ as you turned to sunghoon, he had the same expression, he held out his hand as you handed him your schedule. “we have all the same classes. how annoying.” his voice was deep and cold. “follow me.”

when you walked into the classroom, there were 2 clerestory windows plastered on the wall. the desks were dark and almost looked like pews. as you sat down. you looked over at your seat mate, it was guy. he had blonde hair and the prettiest features. he was sleeping. but the way you admired him had awoken him. his eyes fluttered open, he took a glance at you, “what are you doing sitting here? are you new?” you nodded, he chuckled. “ohh , well i hope you enjoy being my seat mate bc i know i will.” your innocent voice spoke “what do you mean?”

“im jake.” “y/n” he only chuckled as the teacher finally started the lesson.

later on into the lesson, you felt the need to use the bathroom . you raised your hand and was granted permission to go, you slowly walked to the bathroom using the signs plastered to find your way into the bathroom. as you walked inside you felt like there was something following you. you turned around only to find jake. “what are you doing here? this is the girls bathroom!” you shrieked as he ran towards you. pushing you into one of the stalls. closing the door behind him. “god i knew as soon as i opened my eyes, i just had to get a taste of you.” you struggled against him as he ran his hands all over your body. “stop! t-this isn’t right, god would punish us both… s-stop jake!” he only chuckled, your devotion only made him harder. “god bless your innocent soul” he said as his hand snaked their way under your tight skirt.

his fingers rubbing your tight virgin pussy. you screamed for help but jake slapped you “shut the fuck up before i make this worse for you. no one’s gonna hear you baby deer.” he grabbed your face, shoving his tongue into your mouth. still rubbing your pussy from the outside of your panties. “god, i can’t wait to fuck you.” you shook your head violently, “p-please, i can’t..” he suddenly forced a finger inside. you screamed, the pain like nothing you’ve experienced before. he slapped you with all his force. “keep quiet you fucking slut. it’s like you want someone to walk in and see you get fucked like a whore” you cried as he started to finger you.

your nails digging into him as he fucked your tight pussy with his long slender fingers. “you seem so innocent, but no innocent girl would let me finger fuck them so well in the school bathroom.” you whined as the pain started to turn into pleasure. “fuck your dripping wet…” the squelching sound of your pussy sounded like a dream to jake. forcing him to only go faster. “f-fuck jake” you moaned out, his fingers fucking your pussy harder.

“ i knew you were a good little girl. come on let me make you feel good.” you whine and you lay your head on his shoulder. you arms gripping him so you won’t fall onto the cold tile floor. he kissed you on the neck as he pulled his hands away from your pussy. you whined. “no worries my baby deer i just want to feel your tight mouth.” suddenly he pushed you on the ground, making you fall into a corner, your hand gripping onto the toilet as he pulled out his cock, fucking his hand. you looked in shock as precum fell onto your skirt.

“fuck you look so beautiful. i can’t wait to fuck your innocent face.” he chuckled as you made a confused expression, pushing his cock into your mouth. “god bless this tight mouth.” your eyes teared up as he forced himself inside your mouth. “fucking whore, take it, take my cock...just like you were made for..." your small hands grabbing onto the toilet, your head banging against the tile wall. you looked up at jake. you tried to beg him to stop but his huge cock filling your mouth stopped you.

he groaned. “t-this is why no girls sit next to me, they all know what i do to innocent girls like you….i fuck them until their brain dead.” your eyes widened as you tried to push him off. your tiny hands grabbing onto his thighs in an attempt to push him off. he only laughed as his huge hands grabbed onto your hair pushing your nose closer to his v-line.

the choking sounds were becoming to much for jake as he felt himself get closer to his high. “g-god i don’t know how sunghoon hasn’t fucked you yet. w-when he told me about you, i thought his sick self would’ve been fucking you already—“ suddenly he stopped talking and he sped up. his cock hitting the back of your throat. your choking sounds were becoming more intense, as the spit started to flow down onto your school uniform. your tiny hands grabbing onto his thighs harder and harder as he finally reached his high cumming into your mouth with no shame.

his hand let go of your head, you started to choke on the cum. Jake leaned forward and took your chin in between 2 of his fingers. “swallow.” he whispered. you shook your head desperately. “i said swallow slut.” he said coldly as he forcefully shut your mouth. you swallowed his salty cum, how will god ever forgive you for the way you had sinned. jake’s cold voice talked again. “show me baby” you opened your mouth, hanging your tongue out. he chuckled. “good deer.” he got up slowly. taking in the way you looked.

you were sitting down on to the ground, in between the wall and the toilet. your hands grabbing onto the toilet. spit all over your face as your delicate features were covered by your runny makeup and spit. Jake buttoned up his pants, and fixed his shirt. you just sat there on the floor, crying suddenly what had happened hit you. “oh baby deer, don’t cry. you’ll see more of me later i promise… i still haven’t even fucked your tight virgin pussy..” he chuckled as he walked out of the stall.

leaving you crying on the floor, you heard the girls bathroom door open and shut. what a beautiful way of starting your first day of your dream school. how will god ever forgive you for the way you have sinned.

☥🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ - authors finishing note : i hope you guys enjoyed! i’m sorry for the bad grammar or writing. like i said it’s my first fic so pls be nice but feedback is always appreciated ♡

[catdiarie]

☥  ˖ִ ࣪ 🦇 delirium.　⠀p. parker & t. stark . . .

( ♱ ) … Sickness makes Peter forget something important.

777 。。masterlist

Everything is hot. A burning, heavy feeling that encompasses everything. All of Peter’s senses have been invaded by it. There’s sandbags on his arms—must be, with the heaviness and pain of them. He can’t think, even, the blare of pain drowning out any conscious thought.

A moan of pain escapes his lips, throat dry and aching with disuse. “Dad,” he calls weakly, throat straining with the motion. “Dad.”

There’s voices. It’s all muffled—something’s wrong with his ears. Something is wrong with his body. God, why does everything hurt so much? What did he do to deserve whatever curse has befallen him? He cleaned up the lab last time he used it!

“Dad,” Peter calls again. His eyes are so heavy. Maybe his dad is here—he just can’t see him. With strength that feels monumental, Peter forces his eyes open, blinking away the dry crust in them. The room is bland, dark. And empty of any other people. Couch, bed he’s in, IV drip, TV on the wall. Pale green, white, silver. A dull atmosphere smelling of lemon cleaner, a perfect match to the dull aching between his eyes.

It’s not long before someone comes in. Peter floats between conscious and not, mind rolling this way and that like a toy boat on its first journey through bobbing waters. As far as Peter can make out, it’s a doctor. Someone he should know, if reaching for the name didn’t feel like grabbing at straws.

“Where’s my dad?” Peter asks. The doctor startles, and Peter realizes she must not have known he’s awake. She’s silent for a long moment that drags and drags. Peter’s eyes are so heavy. He’s so, so tired. Is he allowed to go back to sleep? No, he has to wait for his dad. That’s right.

“I’ll get him for you,” she says eventually. She checks over his vitals, murmuring about “stable yet low.” When she does leave, she calls down the hall for “Tony.”

Peter lets out a low whine of protest—she said she’d get his dad. Briefly he thinks Tony might be another doctor, and that maybe she’s looking for a second opinion. The thought is trampled when another wave of pain floods in and Peter curls into a ball on his side, back to the door.

The door opens and closes. The sound sends knives into Peter’s ears, and he raises his hands, almost expecting a hot rush of blood. The skin is dry, and it leaves him fumbling. If there’s no blood, why does it hurt so much? But, oh, he’s crying. That’s what that sound is—small and sharp, interspersed with wheezed, broken inhales.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright, you’re okay.” Peter forces his eyes open again at the voice. The room swims and dips.

“Dad?” Peter croaks desperately. “It hurts. I don’t feel good.”

“I know, bambino. I’m sorry.” He sits on the bed beside Peter, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead.

“That doctor lady asked for Tony,” Peter mumbles. He shoves himself forward—an act that gets him only an inch or two of movement—and rests his head in his dad’s lap. “Who’s Tony? Another doctor? Do I need another doctor?”

There’s more silence—why is everyone so quiet? It does help the pounding of his head, but it also lets the nausea running rampant under his skin take over without distraction. Numbly, Peter tracks his eyes around the room. The TV is still off.

“You’re fine. Just get some more rest, okay?” His dad says eventually.

“Okay,” Peter mumbles as he sinks back under.

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When Peter wakes up again, the heavy fog that had been wrapped around his brain has receded. The room is still mostly dark, but the blinds have been pulled up halfway, allowing sunlight to filter through and fall across the floor. The TV is playing on mute, the actress on screen doing some elaborate dance number.

Peter’s gaze lands on the couch, where a figure is cramped on the cushions, blanket around shoulders, and flipping through a thin stack of papers.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter forces out. He coughs weakly into his elbow, throat dry and scratchy.

“Hey, kid.” Tony sits up, pushing the papers off to the side. “You back with me?”

“Yeah, I—I think so.” Peter pushes himself up, arms trembling with the effort.

“Hungry? Thirsty? Your throat sounds dry.”

“Some water would be nice.”

While Tony calls for water—and food, though Peter didn’t ask for that—Peter takes a moment to breathe without feeling like an elephant is on his chest. The heater hums away, pumping heat and making Peter aware of the chill in his bones. His fever must have broken at some point.

“Food’s on the way,” Tony says, putting the phone down. He walks around the bed and places the back of his hand on Peter’s forehead. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a train,” Peter responds with a watery grin. “Not fun.”

“On par, then. Doc said you’d have a speedy recovery.”

“Not like me to get so sick,” Peter mumbles. “Completely stupid. I hate being sick.”

“Me too, kid. Me too.”

The food arrives a little while later: mac and cheese, chicken strips, applesauce, and two slices of pepperoni pizza. It’s all delicious; exceptional, even, but it just makes Peter want to go home even more. He doesn’t know exactly how long he’s been in the infirmary, tucked away at the back of the compound, but it’s been long enough, if he has anything to say about it. Peter can already feel the familiar itch to get back on the streets, longing for the moment of weightlessness between one swing and the next.

“What did you tell May?” Peter asks suddenly, halting Tony, who has a pizza slice raised halfway to his mouth.

“Exactly what happened. You got sick, and my doctors were taking care of you. She came up to see you a few times, but you were always asleep.”

“I feel like I slept for a week,” Peter mutters. “After getting hit by a bus.”

Tony cracks a smile. “The jokes are back. Must be feeling a lot better, then?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Peter limply stirs his applesauce, trying not to focus on the ache of his legs. “Can we watch Star Wars?”

“Sure, kid.”

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He had practically floated home, high on the feel of her skin and the warmth of her voice. He wants to bury himself inside her chest. Get drunk on the taste of her lips. Let her crack open his sternum and pull out his heart. This is bad.