#Peter Hayes x Reader Smut

[lilithslittleworld]

All For You

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a Peter Hayes one shot. Personally Four and Peter have always been my favorite male characters and crushes throughout the Divergent series! (Also I know the a GIF is Miles as Vinny but let’s just imagine it’s Peter ;) )

CW: fighting, penetrative sex, oral sex, minor injuries, begging, and praise.

Summary: Peter Hayes and Molly have ended their fwb/fling, leaving Peter all for you. Or at least that's what you hope...

It came as no surprise that when you saw Peter Hayes and Molly arguing loudly in The Pit that their fling had come to an end. The ranking lists were beginning to shift daily, excluding some and including others. The pressure on everyone was clearly visible, even to two ex-Candor childhood friends who had tried to become something more. Knowing how stubborn both of them were, this wouldn't be a private or amicable split.

"I can't believe what a lowlife you've become," Molly hissed, her eyes were dark and dangerous towards Peter.

Peter just smirked and rolled his eyes. "There's nothing lowlife about survival. I'm going to make it in Dauntless, that's why I chose it. Can't say the same about you," he insinuated, causing Molly to turn an even brighter shade of red.

"You stay the fuck away from me," she threatened, cocking her hand back in case her words hadn't been enough.

"Hey!" A voice boomed throughout the walls of The Pit. Eric emerged from the crowd towards the couple, his arms crossed and gaze hard. "Whatever the fuck you two have going on, save it for tomorrows fight. We don't need anymore deaths this week, Abnegation's been on our asses since the last two."

Your eyes shifted over to Tris as he said this, spotting her next to Christina, furrowing her eyebrows at Eric's comment. Tris had stopped mentioning anything of her past faction when Eric had publicly called her out on it, the rest of you took it as a warning as well.

Peter's smirk only grew at Eric's statement, challenging Molly with his gaze. You knew Molly wouldn't stand a chance, as strong as she was. It wasn't a fight you were looking forward to watching but that was something you'd never say aloud.

"Lose the fucking grin, Hayes," Eric warned, walking past both of them. Peter's face flushed red, his eyes a wild mix of excitement and anger. Molly seemed to enjoy his discomfort, laughing in his face before retreating towards the living quarters.

Peter's eyes scanned the crowd that had formed around them, fixating on your own eyes. His gaze made an exciting shiver roll down your spine, his eyes burned into yours with an exhilarating heat.

"What the fuck are you looking at, Stiff?" he shot at you as if you were the only one watching him. You felt your face grow hot and your eyes dropped to the floor below you in embarrassment. Peter shoved past you, whispering something only you could hear.

"Like what you see?" his voice was soft in your ear and his lips were just brushing your hair, sending another shiver along your body. As annoying and problematic Peter Hayes was, you were undeniable attracted to him.

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The days went by and Peter continued to show interest in you but had never explicitly made any moves, it was as if he enjoyed teasing you with no promise of it actually turning into something. His fight with Molly hadn't gone as bad as you'd expected, she'd landed a few solid punches but had ultimately lost. Your own fights had improved in comparison to your first weeks in Dauntless but your embarrassment grew, knowing Peter's eyes followed your every move. As you started winning your first fights, however, a glimmer of pride appeared on Peter's face but he said nothing.

Your interactions with him were always filled with sexual tension, yet so subtle that they went by unnoticed by your other fellow Dauntless. The communal showers became one of those tenser interactions. Two days ago, you had tried to shower during one of the weirder hours, knowing there wouldn't be anyone in them. With your towel wrapped tightly, you tiptoed into the bathrooms, freezing at the sound of water running. The sight of Peter's wet body remained in your mind ever since, especially when you saw him. The water trickling down his toned, muscled body, as he ran his fingers through his hair. You hadn't dared to look further below his belly button, luckily you didn't have time to. Your eyes had met, making your head spin and face flush, as you hurried out of the bathrooms, clutching your towel to you.

That night, you imagined him lying in his bed, just a few down from yours, with the image of him naked flashing before you relentlessly. You wondered if, in the depths of the night, he touched himself secretly. There was no way of knowing since there was no source of light and you had never heard anything. Or maybe you hadn't been paying attention...

You also hadn't picked up on the fact that Peter had been stealing glances at you in the mornings when you changed. You were always very careful, being raised in Abnegation had definitely left its mark on you. You always covered your chest with your free arm/hand when it was necessary and made a point of changing your pants seated on your bed. It was uncomfortable and a little awkward but no one had ever really seen anything. Tris had outgrown this habit and you hoped that one day, your own embarrassment would too fade.

One morning, after having practiced aim with Four at the shooting range, Eric called an unarranged fight to the floor. To your horror, he had said both your and Peter's names. You weren't ready to face him but you didn't want to fall below the red line as many others had done. Being factionless was worse than fighting the boy you had a crush on.

"First fight of the day, Peter and y/n," Four called out, eyeing you carefully. You couldn't tell what he was thinking but he gave you a curt nod of encouragement.

You walked up on the mat, taking special consideration to look at the red lines that delimitated the zone. If either of you stepped outside of it, your efforts wouldn't count and you could even lose points. Peter walked up in front of you, stretching slightly before he stopped to stand before you, raising an eyebrow at you playfully, his eyes never leaving yours. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, your body filled with adrenaline.

"Fight."

Suddenly your arms were up, shielding your face, as you began to circle the ring, Peter's body mimicked yours. He was much larger than you and everyone knew he was the strongest in the group but that didn't scare you. You had picked up ideas when watching Tris fight but your own flexibility would up her game even more. Peter stepped towards you in an attempt to throw a punch but you ducked it in time. You exhaled softly, finally in the mindset that you needed to be in. This time it was you who advanced, with a roundhouse kick to the face.

"Nice, y/n!" you could hear people shouting in the crowd.

Peter's face was red from where you had kicked him but you hadn't done too much damage, which calmed you down vaguely. "Damn, Stiff, didn't know you had it in you," he commented, rubbing his jaw slightly before lunging at you.

Peter's fist made an impact against half of your jaw, your block had been good enough to not let him reach your full face. Now you were angry. Your next hits were fast and uniform, sidekick to the midsection, knife hand strike to the neck, and another punch to the face. Peter's defense struggled but he stayed standing firmly. On your final kick, another high roundhouse to the head, Peter caught your foot, swiping your other leg from below you. The fall knocked the wind out of you, your back crying out in pain. Peter loomed over you, sweat trickling down his face and chest but his eyes were sympathetic.

"What are you doing, Peter? Finish her off!" someone screamed.

Peter kicked you once more before bending down, his back towards the others. You winced as he raised his arm, expecting the worst.

"How about we call it quits?," he whispered, cocking his head to the side before bringing his fist softly to your side, not causing you any pain. He winked at you and your brain quickly pieced everything together. He wanted to put on a show without actually hurting you. It was a game for two and you would have to be a convincing actress. You groaned as he continued to send fake hits your way until Four called it.

"Enough! Peter wins this round," he declared, stepping into the ring and separating Peter from you. You, however, continued to stay in the role of injured opponent, though you actually were in a little pain from the real hits Peter had made at the start.

"Take her back, she's obviously worthless for the rest of today's training," Eric spat, frustrated at the thought of losing two of his best members, "The rest of you, follow me."

Peter lifted you carefully into his arms. "Jesus, Stiff," he said, breathlessly, "I thought I was going to have to kill you, not my favorite activity for a Thursday."

"I could've finished you," you shot back, surprised at your increase in alertness and energy.

"Yeah right," he rolled his eyes, "You're no match for me." God, he was so cocky but he was right.

"You're saying you haven't been staring at me like a proud parent at my recent wins?" you challenged, watching a smirk slowly creep up on his face. He looked down at you, your heart racing at his expression but determined not to break eye contact.

"So, you've been watching me too, huh?" he noted, his ego clearly on fire with the idea of you thinking about him.

Fuck.

You buried your face in his chest to hide the embarrassment that washed over you. So much for your determination. He smelled so good, the mix of cologne and sweat drove you crazy.

"I knew you liked what you saw." That same phrase sent another shiver down your spine and you felt a need for him that was unsatiable.

When you made it back to the quarters, Peter laid you softly in your bed. Fearing the worst, you reached up towards him, tugging on his shirt.

"Stay," you whispered. You were sure that with the way you looked there would be no response. But something snapped inside Peter as you said those words.

"God, I knew you wanted me," he smirked, still standing above you. Slowly, he sat down on the edge of your bed, placing both of his arms on either side of body, hovering above you.

"I do," you blushed, reminded of your feelings after seeing him in the shower. You wanted so badly to see him like that again.

"Well, well, well," he whispered, bringing his lips just centimeters from yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips and instinctively sat up to reach them. You winced at the pain that shot through your upper body as you tried to kiss Peter. He stopped you instantly.

"I just beat your ass, y/n, I'd stay still if I were you. Either way, you're not in charge here," he said, running his fingers along your cheek, stopping at your chin to tilt it up slightly towards him. You laid back down, obediently, as Peter brought his lips softly down to yours. His lips were soft and warm, moving gently against yours.

You kissed him back eagerly, entwining your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you. If it wasn't for the need to breathe, you would've never slowed down your pace. You needed him so badly and he knew it.

Peter smiled against your lips, picking up on your excitement. "Patience," he murmured, biting your lip before pulling away. His teasing was working because you could feel your body getting ready for him and what was to come next. His fingers traced the outline of your collarbone, trailing down to your shoulders and the straps of your tank top.

"Not going to lie, you look hot in these shirts, y/n, but its a little pointless for now. Don't you think?" he questioned, pulling it down, exposing your bare chest. You hated the feel of bras and in this case, it came in handy. Peter's eyes lit up at the sight of you but leaned back in. The kisses were more forceful this time around, your tongues exploring one another, and your breathless gasps were exhaled in each other's mouths.

His hands made their way down to your boobs, this time staying there. Your boobs fit perfectly in his big hands and you couldn't help but look down at the scene before you. He played with your nipples, making you moan into his mouth. He loved this, groaning back in return before abandoning your lips once again. You closed your eyes, taking in all of the sensations, all of Peter. His breath against your boobs, his lips planting soft kisses on them, and finally, his mouth against your hardened nipple. You moaned as he swirled his tongue around it, suckling slightly, causing you to arch your back in pleasure. Peter took advantage and placed his hands on your back, pulling you up towards him carefully.

You straddled him, eye level before he made his way back to your boobs. Watching him drove you crazy, especially when he looked back up at you. He looked so beautiful and the way he handled your body mixed with the sounds he made were unimaginable. You could feel him growing harder from in between your legs and nothing could stop you from softly moving your hips against his.

"Fuck," Peter breathed, placing his hands on your hips, facilitating the movement. His hands guided you, making sure that the friction would hit your clit even under the layers of clothes. He laid you back down, opening your legs and making his way down. Your breath hitched as he toyed with the waistband of your pants, wishing he would just pull them down. And he did, leaving you in your panties.

"I just know you taste so good, Stiff," he murmuredm, bringing his lips down against the bow on your underwear, sending shivers down your body. "Finally, showing some skin." His fingers sloppily began to circle your clit, knowing the indirect contact would drive you even crazier.

"Please," you moaned, unable to contain the growing need inside of you, seeking some sort of release.

"Hmm?" he questioned innocently, as he started to pull down your panties, leaving you fully naked. Normally, you would've felt the impulse to close your legs or at least cover yourself up with something but you needed Peter so badly that you didn't care. Now you were finally getting somewhere with him.

He planted lazy kisses along your inner thighs, stopping just inches away from where you really wanted him. When Peter finally brought his mouth against you, his warm tongue circling your clit, you cried out.

"Yes!" Your hands were in his hair, securing him and his arms were still around either thigh of yours. He looked so beautiful and made you feel everything you'd never felt before. Greedily, he sped up his pace, looking up at you as he did. He loved the way you looked and moved for him. You were just seconds away from your climax and Peter knew this, pulling his mouth away immediately.

"I was so close," you breathed, slightly confused and dazed by the pleasure you had been in just moments ago. Peter laughed, sitting you back up and kissing you passionately. You could taste yourself in his mouth and suddenly the urge to taste him overcame you.

Your hands trailed down his chest, pulling off his shirt in a speedy fury. Now, you ran your hands along his bare, sculpted chest, pausing to feel his heavy breaths under your touch. He was so beautiful and sweaty that your hands made their way to his own waistband. Peter's groan was soft as you did, but you heard it. You continued to take off his pants, running your hands over his hardened cock with just his boxers separating you from it.

"You think you can take me, Stiff?" he mused, his eyes wild with excitement as he awaited your response. God, he was so cocky.

"Obviously," you replied coolly, hoping he wouldn't pick up on your nervousness. Even in his boxers, he looked big but you didn't care. His cock bounced against his stomach as you pulled down the final layer of clothing, the tip glistening with precum. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, fully exposed and before your face.

You brought your lips down lightly against the base, leaving a trail of even gentler kisses as you worked your way up. You were going to tease him the same way he had done to you. He twisted his fingers into your hair in response, his breathing even heavier than before. You continued to give his length long licks, before finally coming in contact with his tip. You let the precum wet your lips before looking up at him as you licked them. Peter groaned at the sight of you and guided your head back down to his throbbing cock. Finally, you placed your lips around him, taking him tentatively into your mouth. You started bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his head when you could, loving the way he seemed to pull you closer.

"Fuck," Peter moaned, throwing his head back as you continued to go down on him. He tasted heavenly and your own body craved him inside of you.

"I need to be inside of you," he breathed, reading your mind as he laid you back down, placing his arms on either side of you to hover over you once again.

"Want you inside of me," you cooed, looking down at the sight unfolding before you. Peter guided himself to your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down your slit before going in.

"It's all for you," he whispered, pushing himself inside of you. You moaned as he stretched you out, taking a few deep breaths as you adjusted to his size, as he waited patiently for you to give him the 'okay'. You nodded and Peter began to pick up the pace, moving his hips gracefully against you. He felt even better than you had imagined inside of you and he looked even better. The sweat that had trickled down his face had fallen down on you, you wanted so badly to lick it.

"You feel so good, baby," Peter mumbled, looking down at the sight of you taking his cock. He loved the way you played your boobs, seeking further stimulation. Noticing this, Peter brought a finger back down against your clit, picking up the same pace he had down with his tongue just minutes before.

"Yes, just like that," you cried out, so filled with pleasure that was emerging from everywhere. Peter's groaned at your words, picking up his own pace.

"Tell me how good I make you feel," he said between breaths, you knew he was just minutes away from cumming, and you too, were approaching your own orgasm for a second time.

"S-so good," you breathed, your eyes fluttering as you tried to concentrate on the moment, "You're going to make me cum."

"Yeah? Cum for me, princess," he encouraged, his hips slapping against you in combination with the circles against your sensitive bud that made you come undone. Your back arched in pleasure, hands gripping Peter's hair as you came hard, your walls contracting around him. He helped you ride out your orgasm as his was quickly approaching.

"Gonna cum," he mumbled between moans, as he too, came undone above you. Peter had pulled out from inside of you and was now pumping his twitching cock before you. You watched, mesmerized as his warm seed shot out onto your belly, his chest rising and falling at a heavenly pace.

"Mmmm," you murmured, as he fell into your arms, burying his face in your chest in exhaustion.

"Damn, Stiff. Didn't think you had it in you," he confessed breathlessly, winking playfully at you as you stroked his sweaty hair.

"You have been on my mind, Hayes. If that wasn't obvious enough," you teased, smiling at the thought of your fantasy having actually happened.

[morganwrites12672]

Requests are Open!

I just added Peter Hayes! But, check my pinned post for all of the characters I write!

Also! I am in the mood for writing for either Peter Hayes or Peter Parker! You can request anybody in my pinned post, though!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Peter Hayes x Reader || Smexcerpt

*Disclaimer: I like to write in an AU where the characters in Divergent do not choose until they're eighteen years old rather than 16, so on this blog Peter, Tris, Chris, etc are all EIGHTEEN. Four and Eric are 20.

Plot: You and Peter take advantage of finally having a private place together (Set in Erudite, Insurgent time).

Warnings: Short mention of Peter wanting to hurt you, and obviously- smut.

For two young adults who have never had a place just for yourselves before, you think that you and Peter have been acting rather maturely, since you got your own room together in Erudite.

Yes- Your. Own. Room- Together.

You’ve both been a bit preoccupied with the culture shock you got from moving from Dauntless to Erudite, and then dealing with Tris, and now Four… to be too concerned… immediately, at least,… with other things.

But you’re still human and you have a very hot boyfriend, who feels the same way about you.

“Agh… Peter… “So- Naturally- you’ve found yourselves with him thrust balls-deep inside you or with your cheeks hollowed around certain things… pretty often. Whenever you can, really. At night once your duties are over with, in the morning before you head off for duties, on some lunch breaks if they match up… Now is one of those end-of-the-day, fucking-exhausted, needy sessions after a long 8 hours apart of dealing with Erudite Noses that you have not-a-thing in common with at all. You just desperately needed your boyfriend- Your Peter- and you definitely appreciated the dicking down; But that’s just a bonus.

So as you hold him to you with your legs crossed around the back of his hips and your heels dig into him, and he grinds his fat cock through you with the delicious strength and speed combination that you’re sure only Peter possesses, you lose your hands in his thick hair; Your lips against his skin, your mind in his voice. He smells like sweat and this men’s cologne all the guys here seem to use, and you kind of wish you could wash it away- make him smell like him again. A Dauntless boy.

But maybe another day.

Maybe tomorrow morning. Because- Another great thing about Erudite? Private showers.

Disconnecting himself from your lips so you both can breath as he rails you, Peter lets his hand find its way to your throat - he triesto stop himself every time but at some point, it always makes it back there, -, but doesn’t squeeze. He just rubs a thumb up and down the sensitive, delicate skin; Eyes focused there. You know he’s thinking about how easy it would be to hurt you, to wrap his strong fingers around your neck and wring it like a fucking towel, but when you reach up to lace your arms around his neck and catch his attention again, you know he would never do it. Somehow, you both do.

“Enjoying yourself there, Y/N?” Peter asks, and you’re still so shocked that he can talk so smoothly, so clearly, buried so shamelessly inside you, but you like it. Its so him. Not a lot gets to Peter, unless its anger. But even then, you have to be Tris to really aggravate him. Otherwise, he just gets even- he does that with you, even. Purposefully inconveniences you until you come apologising to him all pathetic-like, agreeing to whatever he wanted usually, and he gets all the damn peanut butter off of the top fucking shelf.

You know you feel good to him though, even if he’s composed, because he’s rock hard inside of you- and he always nuts first. Always. Smirking, and raking your fingers back gently through his short chestnut hair, you kiss your way up his skin from his collar bone to the corner of his mouth, where you stop but a breath from his lips and grin up at him; Those manipulative, innocent-seeming brown hues glint mischievously back. “Well, yeah- you’re doing all the work.”

His own smirk only gets more devious as he slowly halts his movements, leaving his dick buried totally in you as you and he both know your cunt will just desperately milk him while getting nothing, drawing an involuntary whine out of you- damn. “That’s because- you know I’m the best at it.” He teases, and when you open your eyes again you see that the asshole is waiting, above you. Waiting, for you to agree. Admit it. Tell him how good at fucking you he is.

Groaning, you roll your eyes. Bunching the fabric of his undershirt in your fists, you weakly tug. “Peter… “

“Come on- say it. I won’t keep going unless you say it.”

“You’re a dick.” But here you are, in his lap with your legs around him, aching walls hot, throbbing and begging for him to keep doing you- so your words don’t have a whole lot of merit to them.

Tough, scarred hands move down your body, and to your pretty, dirty flower stretched around him, and just… sits there on your thigh. It makes you the slightest bit nervous. “So I’ve been told.”

“Peter… “You start again cautiously, biting your bottom lip as your eyes flicker from his face down and back up again.

He moves closer to you, mumbling hotly in your ear. “Say it, and I’ll take the day off tomorrow to fuck you, but leave me hanging, babe, and I might… “Suddenly, with a cruel glint of enjoyment in his eyes, Peter uses his hand on your thigh as leverage to pull his perfect cock out of you halfway- causing a desperate whine of no no!to instantly escape you as you stop him. He raises a brow, but before you can say anything, you’ve crawled over him; Pushing at his shoulders until he’s laid back on the bed and you’re able to slowly sink onto him again, with a sigh.

Now in the ‘cowgirl’ position, with all the power, you lean down over him, a tiny scowl on your face. “Fine. Damn it- Peter, you’re…“You press a kiss to his lips, a gentle one; Full of love for him. Even when he’s being an ass. Even when it’s hard to like him. “Hot. And,” This time you kiss him where his neck becomes his jaw; a sensitive spot that you peck softly, maddeningly. “You have a great dick. And,” You kiss his throat; A hot, open mouth one that has him stretching his neck out to give you more room; A sexy moan escaping him. “I love you. I want you. I needyou, to fuck me. Now,” You brush your lips across his again, and connect gazes slowly. “Please take care of your girlfriend.”

Peter lets out a snort, bucking up into you as if to tell you without words. “Yes ma’am.”

[petersnya]

again | peter hayes

ig you could say i have a thing for peters lmao— but i’ve been dying to write for miles teller so i wanted to start with my personal favorite, peter hayes from the divergent trilogy. no one can ever tell him that he isn’t the star of that series 🤷🏽‍♀️ he’s the only man ever ;) anyway, i’m working and a miles teller boxing AU that’s gonna be hella long and i’m SOOOO EXITED 🤭

summary; after peter took the memory serum, you knew there was no way the two of you could ever exist again.

warning; HELLA ANGST tehe srry, you and four being besties cuz y not??

pairing; peter hayes x fem!reader

it took damn near everything in you not to hate him. one side of you completely understood why he wanted to take the serum. it made since, and every reason he gave was, well, reasonable. but another side of you resented him for it all. he wouldn’t remember what the two of you were. it took so, so long for you to trust him - for you to learn to love him for the way he is, since no one else would. and now that he took that serum you would have to start all the way over… but it’s not like you really could, anyway. you were apart of his old life. apart of the old peter hayes. not this one.

so, naturally, you moved on with your life.

you got this nickname ‘ice’ from your friends when you all first met. your personality was as cold as ice— and the only person that managed to soften you up was peter. so now that he’s gone, you were back to ice; which means four was back to the nicknames.

“what’s goin’ on, ice?” four walked up to the lunch table you sat at, staring at your nails with a blank, cold expression.

“nothing much, man.”

“hey,” four sat closely next to you and rested his hand on your shoulder gently, “i know it’s hard, ice. how bout i take your mind off it?”

your eyebrow cocked upwards at his statement. “you know what u meant, y/l/n.” he chuckled at your expression lowly. you let a small smirk creep onto your lips- a laugh soon following.

“i know, i know..”

the two of you starting talking about anything and everything you could think of. the conversation went on for a while, jokes being cracked here and there. you personally had never seen four laugh so much in your time of knowing him.

“ooh- ok, i get it now,” you nodding your head at four who had been explaining the job he was assigned to you— which you thought to be nearly impossible.

“you do?” four looked almost relived to think that he was finally done explaining.

“yeah!”

“… are your sure, ice?”

“no.”

four burst into a roaring laugh that shocked you to the point you started laughing too. the two of you continued to laugh at eachother to the brink of tears. you made silly little gestures and jokes for the rest of the time you were together. but not to your acknowledgment, there was a set of eyes watching the entire time.

you and four had said goodbye to eachother- before you left, you reached out to him and gave him a big hug and thank you for taking your mind of things.

walking out of the cafeteria, you rubbed your eyes as they tried to adjust to the new light you were walking into— not insanely bright, but the scattered light casted shadows on any object in the hallway.

“i want to remember.”

your heart jumped rapidly at the sound of his voice. peters voice. you turned around to see him looking you dead in the eyes, intensely. your stomach churned at the look he gave— it’s not that the look made you nervous, or scared you. it was just so.. familiar.

remember? what was he talking about? what did he mean he wanted to remember?

“tell how you were before i took the serum. tell me how we were. what we did, how we met- i want to know everything thing, y/n,” with each word he got closer to you, and at his final word- he was standing inches away. he grabbed the sides of your arms tightly, “please. i need to know why everytime i see you fucking talking to anyone else, i get this burning feeling of jealousy in me. my head feels like it’s going to explode. and everytime i see you without anyone, i just wanna be around you all the damn time. so, please..” your eyes started to burn with tears, “make me remember.”

you had to old it together. you couldn’t let him see the effects his words had on you. peter had a way to tell when you were lying, or any emotion for that matter - just by looking into your eyes. so, your turned your expression cold.

“no. you wanted to take the serum, and you did. the whole point was to forget- am i wrong?” you looked at peter with a sinister smirk.

“don’t do that to me— don’t you fucking do that to me, y/n!” he nearly screamed at you, his face only centimeters away now. you didn’t budge, but you knew your eyes told a different story. peters face softened quickly as he realized what he did.

his hands flew off of your arms and he backed away slightly— running his hands threw his dark curls. hayes began to mutter apologizes over and over to you; soon finding his way to a bench not far from your and sat with his head in his hands- his knees shaking rapidly.

this wasn’t new. it didn’t scare you for the reason he might think it did. him yelling was the old peter- the peter that would punch holes in walls when agitated at the slightest. this was not supposed to be happening. he was supposed to be rid of his old ways- what the hell happened?

“everytime i’m around you-“ your eyes darted to peter as you listened to his shaking voice.. was he crying? “i get flashes of what life used to be before the serum. i see you in my head doing some random shit, and then a flash of me smiling- o-or laughing at you… and it makes me feel good,” he finally looked up at you— his eyes blood red with tears spilling down his cheeks.

your instant reaction was to walk over towards and cup his face in your hands.. so you did. peter pressed his head into your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely as he sobbed.

peter hayes never cries. ever.

“i just want it back.” his words broke your heart. but you knew that you couldn’t give him what he wanted.

you slowly stood away for him. peters head shot up to see why you had moved away suddenly.

“i’m sorry peter,” every fibber in your body ached for his touch. you wanted to let him scoop you up and change everything right here, right now. but you couldn’t. you knew this would hurt him for bringing back his memories one way or another. “but i can’t.”

“what?” peter asked in a breath. he stood to his feet slowly.

before your could do or say anything else, you started to walk away. if the old peter was starting to shine through, you knew this wouldn’t end well.

“where the hell are you going?”

there it was. good old peter.

“peter i truly and sorry.. but no. i can’t help you with this one,” you back still turned to him.

“please,” peter hayes never begged. “i love you.”

you stopped. you knew old peter when you heard it, your heart clenched tightly. damn it. damn it, damn it, damn it!

you felt peter press his front into your back, his large hand ran slowly up and down your arm. most definitely the old peter.

“there’s no good reason in you thinking that we,” you slowly moved his hand away from your arm, “could ever exist again.” you started to walk away from peter quickly- so that you would force yourself to turn back.

you regretted not telling him, but it felt almost selfish. but the look in his brown eyes said something completely different.

so, maybe when you think he’s ready, you can’t help him remember again.

[foreverrogers]

okay but what about,,,,aftercare with peter,,,and the way he gently cleans you off before pulling you to his chest and kissing you softly OKAY I NEED TO STOP MAKING MYSELF CRY

AFTERCARE WITH PETER!!!!!!

you're a few years deep into your relationship so peter is no stranger to having a hand towel ready at your bedside to clean you up. mostly because by the time he's done with you you're both too spent to get up, heavy breath and smiles pressed into lazy kisses as you both settle into your post-orgasmic haze.

you sigh when you feel the soft fabric between your legs, graces the inside of your thighs as peter brings his hand up to cup your cheek, lips brushing your jaw as he speaks. "there you go. took me so well, honey, wish you could see how beautiful you look right now." he brings his face up to yours, asks if you're okay before he tosses the cloth on the floor beside the bed.

you nod, wriggle a little beneath his weight, already missing the fullness of his cock inside you. "yeah, i'm perfect. thank you." your voice is whisper-quiet, breathed into the contours of your smile as you catch his lips in a short, sweet kiss.

"yeah, course you are." another kiss, all teeth and smiles and short giggles rising out of the back of your throat. "my pretty girl, perfect and all mine. c'mere."

his lips are still on yours even as he's rolling onto his back and pulling you onto his chest, feels all the love in his chest ready to burst, like it might start oozing out of his pores as your warm hand slips over his stomach to wrap your arm around his middle.

he wraps the covers around your shoulders, presses a kiss to your hair as you lay your cheek against his chest, feel the warmth and the steady rhythm of him against your skin and let it lull you into a gentle sleep.

[cup1d-ends-here]

Up coming fanfics

This is in priority order

Sherlock x Reader

Tahno x Reader

Loki x Reader

Peter Hayes x Reader

If you want me to write you something, requests are always open!

[shawnmendesdream]

BOI

[multifandomxreader]

Punches and showers

Peter Hayes x Male reader

summary: you don’t really like Peter or do you?

tw: kissing? implied smut? idk

Its very short ik but I’m trying to finish all my wips, so yeah...enjoy

 Your morning routine was always the same: training, showering, breakfast. Thus like every other day you were working on your moves and strength, usually, you were alone because you had your private training room but today you were less lucky. The moment he came into the room he made a snarky comment, you decided to ignore him and hit the punching bag harder. You maintained this way but after another three comments you gave up. Peter was now standing next to you smirking “Finally a reaction” he teased. “Can you let me concentrate for a minute pretty boy?” you ‘kindly’ asked. “What’s the fun in that?” You knew Peter and you knew he wasn’t gonna leave until he had you so irritated you could kill him. Little did he know you didn’t really hate him, there was something between you. Call it chemistry, call it a weird attraction, there was something. He made another snarky comment, this time you couldn’t ignore him anymore. “Hayes, do I gotta make you shut up?” looking him straight in the eyes. You could tell that he was slightly intimidated but he still answered “Make me” he smirked. That was it, the final drop. You snapped forward and crashed your lips into his. The kiss was very heated and fast, you separated. “I got you to shut up” now it was your turn to smirk. You walked away towards the showers “Gonna join me?” you blinked.

[merakiaes]

WHAT I CURRENTLY WRITE AND DON’T WRITE

PAYMENT - COMMENTS EQUALS NEW CONTENT (PLEASE READ)

(Characters and fandoms for which requests are open are below the cut so if you don’t want to read the guidelines, you can just scroll down there. However, I do recommend you to at least skim through the “I don’t write”-section to make it easier for both of us!)

(IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ME TO GIVE YOU A SHIP, SEE THIS SEPARATE POST)

MY ONLY RULE:

If you make a request, anonymous or not, you have to leave a comment on your fic. (Read more about why here.) Even better would be if you reblogged it to help get my work out to more readers!, but I will settle with a comment if you, for some reason, don’t want to reblog. 

This means there should always be a minimum of one comment under every requested fic I post - if I see that this isn’t being followed, I’m going to stop writing requests. Simple as that.

With that said, don’t bother requesting if you’re not ready to make this exchange because that’s just unpaid work. 

I DON’T WRITE:

Smut.

Songfics.

Headcanons.

Specified and inappropriate/illegal age gaps. Example, an underage student and an adult teacher.

Specified body types.

Body image issues & ED’s.

Male reader.

POC reader.

Specified physical features. (Hair colors, eye colors, etc.)

I try to stay as neutral to physical appearance as I possibly can so that everyone gets an equal chance at emerging themselves into the role, no matter the reader’s ethnicity, height, build, and so on.

Writing plus size!reader and writing about eating disorders and body immage issues is too triggering for me as I, myself, struggle with body dysmorphia on a daily basis.

TO THINK ABOUT WHEN REQUESTING:

Don’t be too vague with your request. For example, a request asking for a fic where “the reader is a character x’s sister”, or "the reader is shy” or”sassy”, is not enough for me to go on. I need a scenario, a plot, an action, an endgame, or a dialogue prompt.

Contrary to the previous point; don’t make requests with too much detail or too long of a timeline, either. I don’t have the energy nor time to write requests that are spread out over eternity and that would end up being as long as a novel.

When requesting prompts from my prompt-lists, ALWAYS include the number and name of the list, not just the quote. The lists you can request for are the following:

Fluff Angst Smut Kiss Hug Common tropes

Don’t get pissy if you request something and I kindly tell you that I don’t write that kind of thing, whatever it may be. I’ve had to deal with this a lot lately and it’s really annoying. All writers have their own, individual preferences, and that’s their right.

Keep in mind all that is written above, and feel free to send several requests if you want to guarantee that you get at least one of them done - some things are easier to write than others and I always appreciate having requests to pick from depending on my mood and current motivation.

Requests are currently open for the following fandoms and characters. Please send in requests!

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Matt Simmons

Will LaMontagne

Clyde Easter

MARVEL

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew Garfield)

Loki Laufeyson

Scott Lang

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Jack Thompson

Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock

Helmut Zemo

Darcy Lewis

Daniel Sousa

Logan Howlett

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Nathan Summers

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

Leah Clearwater

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Mike Newton

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Peter Hale

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Ben Solo

Armitage Hux

Anakin Skywalker

Poe Dameron

Padmé Amidala

Young Han Solo

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

REIGN

Sebastian “Bash” de Poitiers

Leith Bayard

Louis Condé

James Stewart

Darnley

Prince Henri

Claude

Mary Stuart

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

PRISON BREAK

Lincoln Burrows

Alexander Mahone

KONG: SKULL ISLAND

James Conrad

Reg Slivko

Earl Cole

TRANSFORMERS

William Lennox

Sam Witwicky

Robert Epps

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter

Peter Hayes

Tobias Eaton

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin (young & adult)

Hermione Granger

Bill Weasley

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Severus Snape

GAME OF THRONES

Sandor Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Edd Tollett

Jon Snow

Gendry Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Sansa Stark

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Ben Miller

William “Ironhead” Miller

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Tom “Redfly” Davis

PEAKY BLINDERS

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Ada Shelby

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

James Norrington

Will Turner

Jack Sparrow

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Luke Crain

Steve Crain

Theo Crain

MISCELLANEOUS

Dan Torrence (Doctor Sleep)

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Captain James Nicholls (War Horse)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nathan Prescott (Life Is Strange)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale - first season only)

Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments, 2013)

Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)

Jason Lee Scott (Power Rangers, 2017)

Jesse Zeklos (Vampire Academy)

Matt Campbell (The Haunting in Connecticut)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

Ludovica Storti (Baby)

Reid Garwin (The Covenant)

Tyler Simms (The Covenant)

Fezco (Euphoria)

Feel free to reblog this to spread the word!

[hopingforromanoff]

Lucy’s 250 Writing Challenge!

Hey there beautiful people! I just hit 250 followers (which is ABSOLUTELY INSANE bc it was only last week I hit 200) and I have decided to do a writing challenge! I love every single one of you with all of my heart💗thank you so much! I really hope everyone enjoys this and thank you to everyone who participates!

Much love,

Lucy💗💗

Rules-

~ You don’t have to follow me (although I would love you forever if you did)

~ Please reblog to help spread the word!

~It can be any Marvel character you want, just send an ask with which prompt you want and what category it’s from! gay thirsting is encouraged😉😂

~ One person per prompt, you can have MORE than one but please do them all and if for some reason you can’t please let me know so that other people can have them!

~Please add read more if it’s more than 550 words 

~It can be any format you want (Social Media AU, Drabble, One shot, or a Series)

~It can be fluff, angst,smut or anything else!

~No p*do, inc*est or noncon/dubcon  

~Please tag anything you think may be a trigger (any questions just send me a DM or an ask)

~  Tag me @hopingforbarnes and #hopingforbarnes250writingchallenge when you post it bc I want to read the amazing things I know you will write!

~ The due date is June 12th! It’s perfectly fine if your late, just let me know!

~Please feel free to send me an ask or message if you have any questions!

Dialogue Prompts-

1. “Please let me love you” “No, I’ll only end up breaking your heart” “What if I’m okay with that?” @americasass-romanoff​ with Steve

2. “You’re gonna do what?” “I SAID if he opens his mouth one more time I’m gonna shove my gun so far up his as-“ @nekoannie-chan​ with Steve

3. Good Luck, Sir (“I love you” “Really? That’s a horrible decision”)- @whatcouldgowrong-ohthat​  Tony X Reader

4. “Are you flirting with me?” “I don’t think so?” @cosmicbucky with Peter Parker

5. “I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t” @carol-thirteen​ with Natasha

6. I don’t go looking for trouble but I do enjoy befriending it” @buckysmischief with Bucky

7. “Who wouldn’t be angry, you ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!”

8. Furball Mania (“I may have accidentally sort of adopted five cats”) @jbbuckybarnes​ Bucky x Reader

9. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?” @hola-mishamigos-its-marvel-time with Bucky

10. “You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry?” @empyreanwritings with Bucky

11. “Please tell me you arn’t dead...” @versdan​ with Carol

12. “I...I need to sit down” “I have you, It’s okay” @littledarlinwrites​ with Bucky

13. “You promised me you weren’t going to be reckless! You promised!” @marvelsdc22 with Maria Hill

14. “You’re gonna have to limp faster than that” @too-gay-for-marvel with Natasha

15. “I’m like 75% sure this won’t explode on us” @sebbbystaaan with Peter Parker

16. Fall Back to the Jet (“You’ve got to calm down before I can fix you up, okay?”) @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​  Bucky x Reader

17.  Furball Mania (“Oh, are you ticklish?”) @jbbuckybarnes​ Bucky x reader

18. “Stop hogging all the blankets” @caws5749 with Natasha

19. “Are you jealous” “Me? never” “Are you sure?” “No, I really want to punch something” @hookedinto-fictionalworlds

20. “This is why I fell in love with you” @mrslilyrogers with Steve

21. “I said I was sorry!” “You punched me in the face!” @mushyjellybeans with Bucky

Song Prompts-

1. Someone To You - BANNERS

2. Hesitate - Jonas Brothers @renxzs​ with Bucky 

3. In My Veins - Andrew Belle @romaxnogersav​ with Steve

4. One Way Flight (I Want Crazy - Hunter Hayes)- @constantaking​ Bucky X Reader

5. Goodbyes - Post Malone 

6. Heaven - Kane Brown 

7. Did You Love Me Less? (Ships in The Night - Mat Kearney) -@flowerymoonlight​ Natasha X Reader

8. Madness - Muse 

9. Love on The Brain - Rihanna

10. Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran

11. American Money - BORNS

12. Bitter Heart - Memi  @stuckonjbbarnes with Loki

Big thank you to @stuckonjbbarnes, @sebbbystaaan and @constantaking for helping me come up with these songs!

if i need to/ think of some good ones I will add more!!

Tagging some of my beautiful mutuals that may be interested:

I would also like to take this opportunity to say that I didn’t know that I didn’t know @buckysmischief and I were mutuals: Hi beautiful! I love you!😍❤️😂

@sebbbystaaan @stuckonjbbarnes @constantaking @caws5749 @empyreanwritings @marvelsdc22 @littledarlinhavefaithinme @versdan @pussy-puncher-its-an-inside-joke @mushyjellybeans @carol-thirteen @cosmicbucky @too-gay-for-marvel

[viinchester]

Requests

(My Masterlist)

You can request (Character) x Reader here! The characters and categories I'll do are on the list below! To request, please send an ask in with the character you want and a vague description of what you want the oneshot to be about.

Example: "Hey, could I get a Justin Foley x Reader where she's new like Hannah was and Justin instantly gets a crush on her and she doesn't like him at first but at the end she gives him a chance and they are dating? Tysm! <3"

Characters

Dexter (TV):

Dexter Morgan

Brian Moser / Rudy Cooper

13 Reasons Why:

Justin Foley

Alex Standall

Zachary Dempsey

Scott Reed

Montgomery de la Cruz

Bryce Walker

The Society:

Campbell Eliot

Grizz Visser

Harry Bingham

Luke Holbrook

Clark Beecher

Jason Alvarado

Detroit: Become Human:

Gavin Reed

Captain Allen

Connor

Markus

Until Dawn:

Joshua Washington

Michael Munroe

Jessica Riley

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Lucifer

Gabriel

Michael

Castiel

Crowley

Jack

Marvel (Movie/Show Versions):

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Brock Rumlow

Loki

Venom/Eddie (Venom 2018/Venom: Let There Be Carnage)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Deadpool 2016)

Francis Freeman/Ajax (Deadpool 2016)

Sam Wilson

John Walker

Helmut Zemo

Divergent/Insurgent/Allegiant:

Eric Coulter

Four (Tobias Eaton)

Peter Hayes

The Host:

Kyle O'Shea

Ian O'Shea

Jared Howe

Maze Runner:

Gally

Thomas

Newt

Harry Potter / Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them:

Grindelwald

Percival Graves

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Snowpiercer:

Curtis Everett

Edgar

Franco the Younger

Knives Out:

Ransom Drysdale

Gifted:

Frank Adler

The Red Sea Diving Resort:

Ari Levinson

The Devil All The Time:

Lee Bodecker

Arvin Russell

Preston Teagardin

Roy Laferty

Suicide Squad (2016) & The Suicide Squad (2021):

Colonel Rick Flag

Captain Boomerang (George Harkness)

Peacemaker (Christopher Smith)

Blackguard (Richard Hertz)

Real People

Twenty One Pilots:

Joshua Dun

Tyler Joseph (Blurryface too)

Actors/Actresses:

Chris Evans

Henry Cavill

Sebastian Stan

Jared Padalecki

Mark Pellegrino

Categories

Angst

a little Fluff

Smut

Almost anything really

What I'm willing to write:

Rape/Non-Con

Swearing

Violence

Murder

Abuse

Blood/Gore

Polyamorous Relationships

What I don't do:

Pregnancy

Out-of-character(If something seems ooc for me I will say so while answering the request)

Lots of Fluff (idk I just don't like it too much. You can request the Fluff you want and if it's too much for me, I will say so while answering the request)

Also:

If I really like your idea/request, I may make it into a series or longer and into another idea, but I will tell you beforehand.

I'm not obligated to fulfill your request if I'm not comfortable with it, even if it's not stated here.

I don't shame anyone for anything. You can freely request without being judged, I will just tell you if I don't feel comfortable doing your idea but not judge you for it!

I may do other characters that are not on this list, but that's very rare. Please send in an ask if I do the character you want that's not on this list before sending in your idea. The same is for other fandoms.

And last but not least:

I will do LGBTQ+, however you need to state what you want in the request! For example: If you want the reader to be a gay male, you simply need to write '(Character) x Male!Reader'! If you want a transgender male-to-female reader, write something like '(Character) x mtf!Reader'! If you don't write what you want, I will put female pronouns, as it's easier for me since I'm a female myself.

That was all! Have a nice day and request away!

[lilithslittleworld]

Masterlist <3 (By Fandom, character, and type)

Just a little reminder link to my character list and that requests are open!!

Twilight Saga:

Quileute Pack

Seth Clearwater:

Formal Crushing (fluff, oneshot)

Jacob Black:

New Moon if Edward had never come back (Chapters)

New To This (fluff, smut Jacob x Reader oneshot)

Cullens

Alice Cullen:

Our Little Secret (Alice x Bella smut)

Bella Swan/Cullen:

Our Little Secret (Bella x Alice smut)

Headcanons:

How Bella’s (and Alice’s) Graduation Party Actually Went (or should’ve gone): (headcanons)

Divergent Series:

Peter Hayes

All For You (smut, angst, some fluff. oneshot)

Jeanine Matthews

The Exception (fluff and angst oneshot)

Four/Tobias Eaton

Intruder (Four x reader smut, oneshot)

His Girl (Four x reader fluff, oneshot)

Character Headcanons:

How The Divergent Characters Would React To You Being Injured\In Pain (angst, fluff, headcanon)

Harry Potter Universe:

Weasleys

Fred Weasley:

Ambulo Aqua (Fred x fem reader, fluff)

Harry Potter Guys

Oliver Wood

Locker Room Tales (Oliver x gender neutral reader, fluff)

Harry Potter

The Chosen One (Harry x reader, smut)

Marauders era

Remus Lupin

What Better Way to Relax Than Sex? (Remus x fem reader, smut)

Harry Potter Headcannons

Doing It With The Harry Potter Characters Is Like (smut headcannons)

Top Gun Fandom:

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Hanging In There Series: Part 1 Jake "Hangman" Seresin Hanging In There Series: Part 1

The Hunger Games Series

[a-coulter-winchester]

I’ll write for Divergent and Supernatural.

Fic starters

Fluff/ Angst/ Smut. Send in one, or combine them (for instance: 1+a+ 🏶 ) and a fandom!

Fluff:

1. “This feels like home”

2. “I hope you’ll stay the night”

3. “You’re here!”

4. “You look so beautiful tonight”

5. “You got this for me?”

6. “I can’t stop thinking about you”

7. “I wanteed to surprise you”

8. “There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while”

9. “I never want to leave here”

10. “I can see a future with you”

11. “You look even more beautiful than I remember”

12. “I feel like you really see me”

13. “I’m so happy I found you”

14. “I’ve never told/ shown this to anyone else”

15. “You make me feel safe”

Angst:

a. “You weren’t there”

b. “I can’t watch you die

c. “Are you crying?”

d. “This can’t be happening!”

e. “It wasn’t meant to be this way”

f. “We’ll regret this”

g. “You’re not who I thought you were”

h. “This might be my last chance to say it”

i. “We knew it would be dangerous

j. “Please don’t leave me”

k. “I never thought I’d see you in chains before me”

l. “I will rescue you!”

m. “I will never forget you”

n. “We don’t have much time left”

Smut:

❖ “Just for tonight”

⬥ “We can’t! We’re in public!”

⌘ “Use your teeth”

🏶 “Put this on”

🙠 “I can’t be there right now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun”

◎ “I think ropes would look lovely on you”

★ “Touch yourself”

✹ “Let me see you”

✵ “People will hear”

⌖ “Who says I’m wearing any?”

✪ “I want to undress you”

🙪 “I didn’t think you’d be so responsive”

��� “What is that for?”

🡩 “I want to be with you”

🗶 “I’m willing to try anything once”

✔ “Oh, I didn’t see you there!”

[slashingdisneypasta]

Peter Hayes x Reader || Oneshot

Title: The One and Only 

Notes: 

This is set after the Allegiant BOOK. So, SPOILER WARNING, Peter has used the memory serum. 

I love this boy. And his lack of fanfiction is a PROBLEM.

Plot: For whatever reason, you were in love with Peter, and he was with you. But... now he’s gone. And you have to try and forget. Which is hard to do when he’s still around. 

Finally, he wants to remember again. 

Warnings: There is SMUT. Its indicated where though, so you can skip it if you like ^^ But there is a bit of plot in the middle. Also, swearing. 

~~~

“Hey, Y/N!” Without my permission, my heart does a little jump, but it’s not for the person who said hey to me. Sighing, I take my hands from my laptop and straighten my back, turning to smile at Peter as he comes over to me and takes a seat on the bench right by me. I’m sitting sideways on it so my laptop can be set on it as well, so now I’m facing him without turning and trying to notice how differently he sits down, to how he used to. It’s like he completely started over, which he kind of did. His whole life, “Wiped away by chemistry,”. Including the way he walked, talked, and everyone who loved him. Well, person.

Me.

Which was a total dick move on his part, which was the last completely in-character thing that he did.

But, I can’t be mad at this boy in front of me, even if he looks miraculously similar to the dick in question. From his shiny hair to the tips of his greedy fingers. “Hi, Peter, what’s up?”

“Just finished another recall lesson. Still nothing,” He shrugs, uncaring. I already told him that this is what he wanted by taking the serum, to forget everything. So, he doesn’t really try in these lessons that he’s forced to attend, by government law. He believed me right away, weirdly. And has been acting so aloof about it since like somehow, he understands, which of course he can’t. Because he doesn’t know anything about himself or what he did to cause his old self to want to erase his memory! The whole thing, his whole response to this life changing event is aloof, and its infuriating. It’s the main thing that hasn’t changed at all about him, along with his appearance and his firm aversion to sprouts. He’s still really, really annoying.

“You know, I’m glad you’re respecting his wishes to not remember, but maybe you should try and remember some things. I mean, the techniques are working for some of the others, right? You said, uh… Katie, remembered something? Her choosing ceremony?” I watch, expression changing from thoughtful to deadpanned as he takes my can of coke and swigs from it like he spent 3 dollars on it. Once he’s done, I snatch it away from him and set him with a glare as I put it down on the other side of the bench, away from him. It causes a mischievous grin to pop onto his face and a laugh, and I try to forget the other times he’s made that face at me before he took the serum. Because that Peter’s dead, and I need to let him go like Four’s letting go of Tris. It’s not fair to this Peter.

In response to what I said, he just shrugs his shoulders again and look away to across the park- where Caleb is taking some photos. We drove here together, him and me. In fact, we’ve been doing a lot together. As two of the only ones from the original group who knows everything that happened, we have a connection. Peter’s next words rip my attention from Caleb though and makes me want to blurt out no, immediately. “Nah, I mean old me wanted this for a reason, right? I mean, I do kinda wanna know why he wanted this, but I figure he was some kind of depressed loser with self-esteem issues. That’s good enough for me, to keep going like this. Don’t wanna be that.”

Words have escaped me. I guess, I figured he thought something like that the whole time, but… hearing it out loud, in such a certain tone, hurts. My heart fights for me to tell him he’s wrong, at the very least, but my brain tells me to let him go on. Don’t interfere. He told you, before he took the serum, to let him go. Still be friends but let go.

He was being unfair, but that’s nothing new is it? The asshole.

I press my lips together after I get over the shock and horror and kiss my teeth. Deciding this has been enough ‘friendship’ for today, I quickly save my work and shut down my laptop, closing it. “Yeah, um, Peter. I gotta go. Caleb! Caleb, are you done? I’m having an Old Peter moment, so we have to go now.”  

It’s not exactly a code, but it is what he or I say when we’ve had enough of new Peter or we’re remembering too much and need to get away. We use it for Tris, too. Even though she really isn’t here anymore. Caleb immediately starts putting his camera in its bag and walking over, without a word.

Peter himself looks unruffled by it, having come to accept it easily that I won’t always be able to handle this. He isn’t exactly cold about it… in fact, he’s understanding. Nearly nice. It makes me feel even sicker. “Oh, by all means, go. I’m gonna stick around a while, see you guys later.”

Caleb nods to Peter, reaching us and turning to me. “See you, Peter. Y/N? Are you oka- Oh,”I pick up his wrist and start dragging him to the car. As soon as I’m in the front seat and I’m buckle din, I look back over to the bench Peter’s sitting at, and catch him watching me. Trying not to scowl at him, I turn back to the steering wheel and turn the ignition. “It’s never going to get easier, is it?” Caleb asks from the passenger seat after a while, looking up from his camera on which he was flicking through the pictures he took.

I shake my head, immediately, heart still clenched in annoyance and ageing heartache. I risk a glance at him, chewing the inside of my cheek. “Nope, don’t think so.”

With that, there isn’t else to say, so we just hold hands. Tightly.

~~~

At dinner later in the community dining hall, I sit with Four and listen to him talk about work for a while. It’s a little awkward, and a lot strange seeing as we don’t talk at all, most days. Not since Tris died, but we’ve never acknowledged that and it’s been months. We were never close in the first place, but once you’ve fought a revolution with someone, you become attached. He’s a staple in my life just as much as I am his, and that’s why our relationship is so strange.

Nodding in agreement to something he said about how ridiculous milk prices are at the moment and how frustrating that is as I skewer a piece of broccoli and place it in my mouth. I don’t foresee Four’s and my relationship ever changing, seeing as we’re so different and have very little common and I don’t particular want to be best friends with him -acquaintances with a non-personal past is nice. Comfortable, without any expectations but still the understanding that we’re here for each other. I like it, - so there isn’t much in thinking about how strange it feels, I just thought I would mention it once to myself. “Also, the toilet paper, you seen that??”

He groans, in response, causing a bubbling laugh to travel up my throat from my chest. “It’s killing me.”

“Killing you! I have a lower paying job then you, I’m gonna have to start using the cardboard rolls soon!” He shakes his head, the tiniest grin on his lips as he looks back down at his food. I feel triumphant. “It won’t be good!!”

“Oh, jeez… “

“Hey, we’re gonna have to rig Secret Santa so you can buy me some, okay?” I point my fork at him conspiratorially. “I’ll get you milk.” He chuckles this time, making me smile.  

For the rest of dinner, we continue like that. Talking about our shared financial issues and even switching over to Caleb at one point and how he’s sitting so pretty on his high paying job and his stockpiled toilet paper. God damn Brainiac’s…

It’s a good distraction from Peter, a few tables away.

~~~

When I finally get home, after hanging with some other friends after dinner just outside the community centre, goofing around I nearly suffer cardiac arrest as soon as I walk through the door.

Peter is not usually a menacing presence. But when he’s sitting in my dark apartment in the middle of the night and I had no idea he would be there, that fact changes! I don’t let myself scream, though. I hold my breath until the urge disappears.

After a moment, I let out the breath deeply and turn fully to him, dropping my scarf and keys on the hallway table before moving further into my home, past him. “Peter… “I growl, annoyed at him instantly. I don’t catch the mischievous smirk he sends my back, but I do feel it. “What the bleeding hell?!”

“Sorry if I scared you.”

“Oh, you are not.”

“True.” His cheeky tone puts my senses on high alert. Both because a cheeky Peter has always and will always be something to worry about, and because it used to turn me on. Still kinda doe, but that’s not something I’m about to admit to this version of him. We haven’t established that kind of relationship, nor will we ever. Sighing as my heartbeat slows down to its normal speed, I check the battery level on my pheon before putting it on charge. Then, finally, I sit down at the kitchen table across from Peter and settle into figuring out why the hell he’s here. And… also… how he got in??? The door was locked??? “Key was under the mat, Y/N. You should probably find a more secure hiding spot. Or at least more creative, jeez.”

“… okay… “I roll my eyes. He has a point. “So, Peter, uh… why are you here?”

“Well, I… “I watch while he suddenly droops in confidence and draws something on the table with his finger. These moments are really weird for me. Peter was always so confident before, even when he shouldn’t have been. Its cute, but so, so weird. He draws the thing, whatever it is, then looks around the room, making me remember that he’s never been in here before. An attempt made by me to keep him at a distance, which I guess now has been turned to shit. His shy moment ends, and one corner of his mouth perks up in a half smirk. “I like your place, could get used to it here. I wonder… why haven’t you ever brought me here before?”

“To keep you at a distance.” I say, bluntly. Theirs a slight shift behind his eyes at it, making his mouth turn down a bit in a tiny scowl and his green eyes look cold.

“Has Four been here?”

“Uh… yeah.” I don’t know why I should lie, or why he would look so serious about it. Before the serum, this was his murderous face, but I’m assuming it must be something different now. New Peter doesn’t have an evil bone in his body. “He has, but not for long. He just came to help me move in, hasn’t been back since though… why? Uh, you know what, I don’t care. Why are you here?”

His serious face intensifies. “I saw you with him tonight, and it brought back some feelings. So, I have a question.”

Making a confused, and slightly frustrated face, I shrug. “What kinda feelings?”

“Jealously.” Oh, he’s playing blunt too.

That does make me think, though. Whether this is unwanted memories coming back, or just a glimmer, a shadow of the old Peter coming back for a second. Because, yes, this is exactly something that he would feel before the serum. Any time I was with another guy, especially Four due to his particular dislike of the tattooed, ex Dauntless, he would get so jealous. Usually, it ended with that guy receiving some kind of punishment or dirty look, and me getting Peter attached to me for the rest of the day. Now, though, I should just tell him to ignore it.

But… “So, what’s your question?” I can’t pass up the chance he’ll become a little more the Peter I love. Even though I shouldn’t.

He looks dangerously focused into my eyes, which is also very Old Peter-like. “Were we a couple, before?”

Ahhhh, whoops. I don’t know what I thought he was going to ask, but for some reason this didn’t occur to me. If I tell him the truth, he might remember more then he should. Not to mention the fact that it’ll ruin whatever relationship we have now. And if I tell him a lie, he’ll know. “Umm, well… uh, yeah.”

I hold my breath, as soon as the last word escapes my lips. Have I ruined it? Will he remember, and hate me? He’s silent for just a moment, not giving me enough to time to think of a plan if he does remember, before he leans back in his chair, muscles relaxing.

“Well, that’s news.” Well, that’s not the reaction I expected or one I wanted! At least be sensitive to my situation, Peter! He looks away from me and to the side of the room, and I watch. How will he take this? Will he leave? “Thought I felt something. No wonder I wanted to be with you so bad.”

“Hm, and I thought the new you was just annoying.” I get up from the table and head for the door. “Well, you better go, before you remember anything else,”

“Well, I kinda want to now.”

Don’t be serious, don’t be serious, don’t be serious…

“No, you don’t.” You didn’t want to remember before, you’ll hate yourself even more if you miss out on your one chance to change yourself easily. You’re already doing so well! Don’t do this to yourself, please. “Just trust me, telling you that you don’t want that.”

He looks at me again, and his green eyes change again. He gets up from his seat and comes over to me, a little too close. Oh, no. he doesn’t think just because I was with the other him that he’ll get any action, does he? The jerk. I look up at his face, craning my neck since he’s so close, and feel my heart plunge to my feet. He’s made up his mind, he wants to know. I shake my head at him, he smirks. “Come on, Y/N. Haven’t you missed me?”

I groan, and push him away. “Nooo… I mean, yes. But you’re not him. And I won’t take away your chance, to- “He brings me back to him his familiar hands on my hips. It’s like trying a drug that I long gave up… but still feels so good. Stubbornly though, I pick his hands off of me. I have to try to avoid his eyes. “Peter, go home.”

“No.” The resolve and the determination in his voice shocks me and I look up quickly at his face. He would’ve never refused to leave me alone like that earlier today. Already, his old self is coming… oh no. Groaning again, I turn to open the door and force him out. This is not good. We were doing so well! We were nearing our 6-month mark! It was going to work! And now… now… well, it can still work! It will. I just need to get him out of her- His hands are on me again, oh no. That feels good.

“Y/N… “He tightens his grip on my waist nearly painfully, so familiar and demanding me to give in and enjoy it. You know, before the morning comes and he remembers everything and shuns me. But I wont give up, and I put my hands on his again to try and peel them off, before his breath hits the side of my neck and his voice, dark and with that ever-joking way about it, causing me to pause. The asshole tone. “I want to remember, now. And you’re my ticket. Plus… you’re mine, right? I have some punishment to implement for talking to Four. For some reason that really pissed me off.”

My body’s ahead of my mine, in this. Already leaning back and feeling the warmth of his chest against my back while my mouth still talks about him leaving. “You’ll regret this.”

“Hell I will, now come on.” I turn around to face him, causing him to flash me a bright, Peter smile before he much too soon since I wasn’t really expecting him to ever do this again, kisses me, and it feels so good my resolve melts away. Of course, its still hanging around back there in the back of my heart, but now all the time I wasn’t touching him, wasn’t thinking about him this way has taken over. Not to mention pure, dumb, human sex drive.

SMUT FROM HERE ON

Kissing is nice for a couple minutes, at least. Everywhere his body touches mine, from our chests to our lips and our tongues to my arms over his broad shoulders and his hands holding my hips against his feels solid and exciting. The way he kisses me can only be described as being carnal. Purely animalistic, wanting to taste, and the way I’m kissing back isn’t different at all. I can’t help sucking gently on his tongue when his lips part, causing a lascivious groan to come from him.

In fact, in response, one of his hands comes up to cup the back of my neck and hold my head in place so he take control of the kiss entirely, the other arm hooking around my lower back and compressing me against him. I don’t know if it was his goal, but now I can feel clearly the wicked, familiarly full way of his pants when he’s turned on. Which he is, right now. Truly.

It makes me think for how long he’s been waiting for this, if he’s gotten so stiff so quickly. I can’t say though that I’m in much a different situation. My keenness for him is so that my core is dripping in wait, wanting to be filled by him. Impatient, I break the kiss and nearly give in to it again when his lips nearly follow me but stay strong. “Peter… “Oh god, oxygen. Breath, need it. He’s so hot. His hair’s a mess of brown surrounding his head, scar on his neck is calling out to be sucked on, and his eyes are beautiful. Green, and mesmerising, and tempting as ever. Giving in feels a lot like freedom.

“Yeah?” The word comes out as a breath, quiet with just a hint of his voice peaking around.

I trace my hands down from his shoulders to the rest of him, enjoying the feel. “Sit down, I can’t ride you standing up.”

“Oh, right.” Once he’s sitting down, I can clearly see his erection straining defiantly against his pants before he takes them off, his underwear going to the same place on the floor. I want to sit on it so badly, my legs shaking uncontrollably with arousal as I get rid of my own lower garments. When he sees my shining, wet pussy, he embarrassingly zeroes right in on it, an unstable smirk on his lips. Good, then. I like it when he’s unstable. Never know what he’s going to do to me. “C’mere, baby.” Tentatively, hoping I don’t trip on the way because that would be embarrassing as hell, I do as he says. As soon as I get a foot from him, he gets off the chair and kneels in front of me. Oh, god, if he starts anything here my legs won’t keep me up. “Hmmm, I think I remember you wetter,” I struggle to breath for a moment when he, without warning or even looking up at me, swipes a finger up between the slit of my lips. My hands snatch his shoulders, so I can stay up and I open my legs more, ready. “I think I missed this. Can you tell? My fucking cock feels like its going to snap off if I don’t get to have you.” He glances up at me for a second, then does a double take and looks back at my face again, focusing on it. I wonder what’s going through his head. The old Peter would have told me right away, just to see me go red and squirm. He is becoming that one, slowly, but still this Peter just grins devilishly at me, hooks his hands around the back of my knees and nudges me towards him some more. My body moves on its own, reacting to his hands and shuffle forward.

Then, looking into my eyes, he does something that puts me in the palm of his hands. He licks a long stripe, as if I’m an icy pole, deeply through my lips. It makes me rigid, and moan out in bliss, my eyes falling shut. Not one to be dormant though I really want to, to just let him do whatever he wants to me, I take my right hand and entangle my fingers through his soft, hickory hair and grip his shoulder with the other, swinging my leg over his right shoulder before opening my eyes and peering down at him again. He looks surprised, in awe. I feel freaken powerful. “You… you just going to stare at me Peter, or finish what you started.”

Its not a question, it’s a demand. He needs to do that again.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He flashes me another Peter smile, then gets to work. And man, did my move make a difference. It felt good before, but now I really do think I might lose in my legs, especially since I’m only one! And, god, he looks good eating me out. Like he’s kissing me, taking generous gulps every time his tongue scoops some more of my essence, getting deeper with every plunge until I’m trying desperately to distract myself by playing with his hair. Simultaneously though I’m pressing my heat into his mouth.

In the end, it’s the sucking that pushes me over the edge. Just as I’m getting used to the pleasure, he abruptly puts his mouth over my cunt and sucks, causing shock to rush through me and my eyes to widen. ‘Peter!” I gasp, tightening my grip on his hair, as cum explodes from my core. He doesn’t drink it, just leans back on his heels and watches it drip down my thighs in satisfaction. After a moment, he looks like he’s in a trance as he watches, and I reel from the extreme pleasure.

“It’s going to feel so fucking good in there. I missed this.”

“How can you miss something you don’t remember.”

“I remember Capture the Flag,” He says it off-hand, before either of us can realise that he shouldn’t remember that. I remember. Eric had picked him second for his team and me last because it was either me, or Christina and they didn’t have a good track record with her. I found Peter shortly after he got ‘shot’ with those neuro stim guns, and we stuck around that old carnival after everyone else left. He created a really dumb one liner, entailing that it’d make him feel better if I kissed his wounds. We didn’t get back until the early hours of the morning, getting probably near 2 and half hours of sleep. But he shouldn’t remember that.

My eyes snap down to him and hop down on my knees with him, looking into his eyes. Of course, I can’t tell just by looking at his eyeballs if he’s back, but maybe if I stare hard enough, he’ll tell me. After a moment, he just shrugs a little a smiles, blankly back at me. Then leans across and gives me a deep kiss. He pulls back and grins. “You’re the ticket, sweetheart. I knew it.”

Sighing, having let my hopes raise just then that he would be back, and wrap my arms over his shoulders and play more, softly with his hair. Looking at his lips, then his eyes. “Then maybe you should hurry up and take it.” I lower my voice, my heart bleeding to tell the secret I haven’t dares to utter to anyone, since Peter disappeared. “I want you back. I miss you.”

“I want to be back.” He leans towards me, curling an arm around my back so he can carefully lay me back on the floor. “Hey, when he’s back. Tell him for me that he owes you something big, for putting you through this.”

“Peter, are you making a dirty joke to me right now?” I giggle, looking at the ceiling now as he ready’s himself. He laughs, too.

“No, I actually didn’t hear that until you mentioned it. Really.”

“Really,” I roll my eyes, disbelieving.  

“Absolutely Y/N! Now, let me concentrate.” That brings me back to the present. I realise I’m still dripping with cum from before, and when I look up at him above me ready to power into me fully, I realise I still fucking want him. He’s so tall, and strong, and I intend to give him a hickey on that neck scar if it is the last thing I do tonight.

Hooking my legs up and around his waist, I meet him in the middle for the first delicious thrust. I watch curiously, his face as it changes from mischievous to delighted, in an enticingly smutty way. That makes me grin, but then the pleasure hits me and a surprisingly, nearly embarrassingly amorous moan comes from me, as his cock powers through me, rubbing against my inner walls like static. In reaction the pleasure, I arch up into him, and pull him by the hair down to my mouth, pressing a slow, careful kiss to his lips first before moving on to that neck scar.

While he pounds into me, he also feels my ministrations on his neck. I lightly trace the tip of my tongue up the long line, then kiss the middle and start nibbling and sucking there to my liking, taking my time to enjoy it. And I know he does, too, because he mumbled a very sexy, guttural curse at one particular lick. It sent trickles of pleasure all the way down to my core.  

This ecstasy goes on for who knows how long, I certainly wasn’t watching the time, before he lets himself go and I watch through half lidded eyes as he comes apart inside me, the stuff leaking out from around his dick and dripping out of me in warm spurts. I gives one last, hard thrust and I come along with him, a sigh escaping me and a sentence of curses from him. Carefully, he disconnects himself from me, and I get up and help him to his feet, beyond sleepy now. “… okay. That was nice, now… sleep?” I giggle, at the understatement and at his cute weary look.

“Show the way,”

“Yes sir, come on.” I lead him by the hand to my bedroom. Quickly we clean ourselves up, and then we hop in and the bed is so, extremely comfy after the floor. “Can’t believe we did that on the floor when this was here… “I mumble, tiredly.

“Wouldn’t be the weirdest place.” He pulls me toward him and I entangle our legs, almost subconiously. I’m so tired I don't pick up on that hint. 

Snorting, I shake my head as I start to fall asleep. “No, guess not… “

~~~

In the morning, I wake up to peter already awake. He hasn’t moved much, just… you know, rested his head on his fist and is watching me sleep.

I squint and push my head back further into my pillow and away from him suspiciously. “… Goodmorning.”

He flashes a wicked grin. Wide smile and dull eyes, like he wants you to think he knows something you don’t. Or worse, he does. Very Peter-like. “Morning, beautiful.”

Even more suspiciously, I try to figure out first on my own what’s up, because something surely is. All I remember is what we did last night, and shame washes over me. Oh, lord… it’s too early for this. “What?”

“Told you, you were the ticket- “That makes me gasp, and sit up immediately, hitting my forehead on his and causing pain that I ignore. He rubs his forehead, but doesn’t seem mad. Just cheeky, and a little evil. “Christ, Y/N, I guess the honeymoons over, huh??”

I clench the sheets under my fists and chew on my bottom lip. “You’re… back?”

He just gives me a look, like ‘Well, obviously’.

No, no. I need a real answer. Does he realise what he’s put me through?? Probably. He is a jerk after all. “Peter?”

“The one and only.”

[petersnya]

IM BACKKKKK 🫶🏽

recently I’ve been dealing with changing schools so i’ve been busy and my brother also left for college and we are extremely close so i took it pretty hard but im back and better and ITS MY FAVORITE SZN QUEEENNN- FALL 🤭 so i’m gonna be writing a lot since all that bullshit is outta the way and i’m in a writing mood lmao. ALSO i just started watching supernatural and i’m obsessed

here’s a list of who i’m taking request for (and if u already requested God knows how long ago remind me and i’ll do it first!)

sam winchester

dean winchester

peter parker (mcu)

anakin skywalker

peter hayes

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw

dean forester

IF I CHANGE WHO IM TAKING REQUEST FOR (add to the list) I WILL LET YOU KNOW!!

REQUEST AWAY!!! and lmk if u wanna be tagged

[foreverrogers]

Stealing Peter’s hoodies because yes and him seeing you in it and losing his mind bonus points if you’re not wearing pants😏

thoughts with this one... many filthy, filthy thoughts... 18+ under the cut!! peter fingering you in the suit because it makes my brain go brrrr

ok so... thinking about peter coming home from patrol and you waiting up for him wearing nothing but his hoodie and underwear, bare skin stretched against the covers the first glimpse of you he gets when he crawls through the window. you're hardly able to ask how his night was or check for any scrapes to patch up before he's tearing his mask off and diving on top of you, plucks whatever you had been occupying yourself with out of your hands so he can settle himself between your legs.

you know you're in for it on nights he doesn't even bother to take off his suit before jumping into bed, lets the webbed gloves of his suit slip underneath your hoodie - his hoodie - so he can grope at your hips and breasts. and it doesn't even matter that it doesn't feel the same as skin on skin contact, because as soon as he saw you all he needed to do was get his hands on you

thinking about peter wanting you to keep it on while he fucks you because it makes you smell like him in the most intoxicating way possible, drives him so crazy and makes him so needy you can only slip in a few humoured questions about what's gotten into him before he's tearing apart your panties with one hand.

"pete!"

"can't blame me, sweetheart. not my fault you look so hot wearing my clothes."

"this is all about a-" the first contact of that cool, webbed material against your clit makes you gasp. he takes the gape of your mouth as an opportunity to kiss you, sloppy as you arch into his touch. it takes you a moment to remember how to speak. "this is all about a hoodie?"

"no," he starts, lips trailing along your jaw and down your neck until he finds that spot that makes you gasp again. he slowly slides his middle and index finger through your folds to slip them inside you, savours the way you clench around his digits as his thumb continues to circle your clit. "this is about a beautiful woman waiting for me in bed wearing nothing but my hoodie."

you've evidently stopped paying attention to anything that wasn't the movement of his fingers inside you, clear in the way you moan a sinful string of profanities interleaved with his name with every curl against that spot peter's been well versed in finding and exploiting.

he'd only done it a few times before, but you were sure it was the ridges of raised webbing pressed inside you that always seemed to push you to the edge faster when he fucked you with the suit on. it could have been the cool unfamiliarity more than anything else, the simultaneous smoothness and roughness that made your body respond more acutely to every deliberate movement. all you know is that it feels fucking euphoric, pulls you under the tides of it until you're a mumbling, moaning mess beneath him, coherent thoughts entirely drowned out in the murky water of it.

there's nothing peter parker loves more than to watch your face when you cum, so when he looks back up at you his free hand grasps your chin immediately, tilts your face back towards his and opens you up for another kiss, all teeth and hot breath.

"pete, i'm so- fuck, right there, jesus."

"there you go, baby. wish you could see how pretty you look like this, honey, in my clothes, so needy for my fingers. so perfect for me, so-"

he's interrupted by the sudden fluttering of your walls around him, revels in the guttural moan of his name you let out as your orgasm swarms you, the sharp pain of your nails digging through the suit into his back.

you're breathing heavily when he kisses you, slows the work of his fingers but doesn't stop, coaxes you through the waves that make your legs tremble around him as his face dips back into your neck, nose nudging the collar of his hoodie. it's even more intoxicating now, if that was even possible, the intermixing scent of sex and himself in the fabric. "i'm never washing this thing again."