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“Something in me, died when I took a loss…”

“’Cause now i want to try again…”

ORIGINAL PROJECTS

None of these are published yet. So I’ll only be posting previews and sneak peeks.

“but I dont want to die again…”

“And so I put my heart into my work until my heart no longer hurts. Thats when I knew I had to lose to get a win.”

FAN FICTIONS

Wrote these on wattpad and still have some more to write <3

REQUESTS

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“I guess you have to die…”

“To finally feel alive.”

CAUQHTZ TALKS

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Need more angst like this

FUELED APOLOGY ☾

angry sex w mma toji, minutes before a match

tags — heavy nsfw, locker room sex, slight exhibitionism (they can def hear), angry toji, marked upp, dumbification, spit kink, cum dump, fingering, locker room sex, soft toji, apologetic toji, biting, unprotected,

the silent treatment was probably the single most annoying thing you could possibly do to toji. he’ll take anything else, yelling, screaming, hitting, kicking… just acknowledge him. but when you’re dead silent, blank stare; pretending he doesn’t even exist! now that makes him feel like shit…

he couldn’t even grasp the depths of your anger, until you began giving him the cold shoulder.

“you can’t answer a text anymore?” he’s leaning over the couch, eye bags dark and heavy, considering he stayed up all night waiting for you to come back home.

you don’t even look at him. you’re just taking off your shoes and padding your way to the bedroom. the door slamming shut. even when he slides under the covers, completely exhausted, his fingers grazing your arm filled with goosebumps, you slide further away.

“stop acting like a child—“ he honestly should’ve kept his mouth shut, next thing he knows, you were grabbing a pillow and dragging your feet down to the living room. he groans into the covers.

it didn’t matter that he’d come down after a few minutes. his fingers brushing your cheek before gently scooping you into his arms and carrying back into bed. his lips brushing your cheek in your deep sleep, so he can doze off beside you. finally able to sleep.

yet the morning would come and you’d be gone again, until he’s staying up again, waiting for you.

“seriously?” he immediately follows you into the bedroom as you ignore his greeting. “I fucking get it, now will you talk to me? I know you’re pissed, so just fucking give it to me!” his chest was boiling as he watched you pull off your clothes, stepping into the shower.

he sat quietly on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, resting his head back as he watched you shower through the steamed glass. his mind was shutting down, he didn’t like fighting with you. he knew he had a temper, and he could be stubborn, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything for you!

his eyes fluttered open hearing you step out of the shower. rubbing his eyes, gaze set on your movements, his following the water droplets slide down the small of your back. the pretty way your nipples start to perk from the change in temperature.

you had to swallow your own love in order to walk past the tired man. he’s been overworking himself these past couple of weeks in order to get in shape for this upcoming match. you wanted to do your best to support him.

you hated seeing him so stressed all the time. but when you decided to try and help him when he was out training on the beach with his team, sprinting from one end to the other. you wanted him to know that you were there for him. even though you were busy with your uni classes and stressed from your own shit, you didn’t want toji to think he was alone.

so you brought your work to the beach, as he trained. was it really support when you’re laughing and chatting and letting every guy known to man, hit on you?! the emperor of mma wasn’t insecure. he knew you’d never do anything. yet, it still sent his blood sizzling, upset that you came here, all for you to start talking to these men—

“y/n!” the sudden shout of your name had your ears perking up, eyes shifting to the broad shouldered man, heaving by the ocean. you didn’t hesitate to grab the energy drink, happy that you can finally help as you sprinted to your boyfriend.

“how’s training? i was getting worried since you haven’t taken a break in so long—“

“what’re you doing?” the cut in his sentence had your brows pinching, still waiting for him to take the drink from your hands.

“nothing? was just waiting for yo—“

“nothing?” he repeats, his green eyes were as dark as the night forest.

“um…” you itch your cheek awkwardly. “i think you’re tired, I also brought some protein bars and sandwiches. just eat one—“

“go home,” he takes the drink from your hand. your eyes shift to his.

“I’ll leave in a couple minutes, I’m just—“

“I don’t wanna fucking see you right now. you’re distracting me, and it’s not helping!” he couldn’t make excuses. was it his fault? he was tired, and you were distracting, laughing and chatting away with these strangers—

“i didn’t mean to distract you. I came to—“

“I didn’t ask. so thanks, but you can leave now,” toji turns away from you, handing back the drink. “text me when you get ho—“ he glances over his shoulder to see you already grabbing your things and leaving.

he was praying that he didn’t fuck this up. especially when he didn’t get a text from you, of course he had to spam your phone with messages asking if you got home safely. was it a relief when he came home to see you already asleep?

“y/n?” his voice is low as he kneels beside the bed, palm gently holding your cute face. so soft. your eyes slowly open, brows pinched as you look at him. “why didn’t you text me?”

“didn’t wanna be a distraction,” your words laced with tired sarcasm.

toji drops his head, letting out a sigh. “seriously?”

“seriously, what?” you snap, sitting up on your elbow.

“it’s not a big deal. I was stressed,” toji’s hand drops on the mattress, as he rubs his eye.

“whatever,” you didn’t even want to bother anymore. you turn over, not wanting to talk to him, but the grip on your shoulder told you otherwise.

“you’re not done talking,” he looks at your pinched expression, clearly pissed off. “what do you want me to do? apologize?”

“you’re such a dick sometimes,” you push his hand away from you. “I was trying to support you, and you don’t even care.”

“I do care!” he groans, why is this so difficult for him? “I just don’t need every dude with a fucking dick, hitting on you—“

“do you not trust me?” you’re practically glaring, which toji hates.

“stupid ass question,” he huffs, standing up. “you don’t think I trust you?” he’s pulling off his dirty clothes, tossing them to the side.

“no I don’t think so,” you sit up, face hurting from how long you’ve been frowning.

“then you’re causing problems for no fucking reason!” he slams the bathroom door, causing the entire room to shake.

“dick,” you mutter, biting your cheek as you hug your legs.

the cold shower was honestly what he needed. once the freezing water hit his back, it ultimately cooled his heated mind. what the fuck did he just start?

“sweetheart?” toji dries his face as he steps out the bathroom. immediately noticing the empty bed. “fuck me.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” toji is pressing his face in your neck, big body hugging your small frame as the steam from the shower slowly slips out. you don’t answer, just twisting the knife even deeper. you were angry, still. “are you gonna come tomorrow?”

you squirt some moisturizer on your fingers, before rubbing it on your face. his chin rests on your shoulder as he watches you through the mirror. if only his fans saw how much of a baby he gets when you give him the silent treatment. he could almost cry right now.

“y/n, please,” his arm squeezes your middle tighter, his beefy arms completely latched onto you as you don’t even bother to meet his gaze. “i need you there.” he mutters quietly. he was so tired, so when you ignore him again he decides to pull himself away.

your heart clenched. were you being too mean? you crawl onto the bed after getting dressed, he’s already asleep. his chest rising and falling as he kept his arm outstretched, an unconscious habit once you started dating, the invitation for your body to snuggle into him, always there.

your fingers gently caress his cheek, sitting beside his chest as you watch the deep even breaths. he always looks so peaceful. his body exuded warmth, practically seducing you into his arms. you wondered if he’ll be alright. yes, you were giving him the cold shoulder, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care.

especially with his habit of fucking you. was he going to be alright. it wasn’t impossible for him not to fuck before a match, but if he didn’t, it usually made him more aggressive in the cage. a couple warnings from the referee was not uncommon.

your lips softly pressed against his, eyes closing as you felt his own lips push back. your heart skipped a beat…he always has this effect on you.

his arm snaked around your waist, laying you down as he immediately hugged your middle, letting your inviting arms hug his shoulders as you caressed his hair coaxing him to sleep.

the moment was so intimate. you almost forgot you were still angry with him. however, toji most certainly did not forget. especially as the stadium erupted in cheers and applause as the fans awaited their fighters.

you sat in the front row. of course you came, you knew how much he’s been training. this silent treatment shit was not going to stop you from still supporting him….but….you felt your heart ache for a moment….it still felt like shit. felt like shit when he wouldn’t acknowledge what you do for him—

“y/n,” tojis manager, shiu’s hand suddenly brought you back.

“what—“

“can you come with me?” shiu was already dragging you up, holding your shoulder as he escorted you.

“what’s wrong?”

“he won’t stop asking for you,” shiu was stressed, clearly. it was less than half an hour before the match, what could possible be wrong with toji?

“did something happen??” you’re suddenly panicking, moving quickly down the hallway. what’s wrong? is he injured? does he feel sick?

“I don’t know, he’s not answering anyone,” you’re bursting into the locker room, eyes immediately falling onto the fighter sitting on the bench, hunched over, face in his hands.

“toji?” you’re immediately leaning down, your hands carefully on top of his as you try to speak. “what’s wrong—“

“everyone out,” toji snaps, his team all looking at one another panicked.

“toji we need to get you ready—“

“everyone fucking out or I’m not doing this match!” he shouts, startling you, but you look over at shiu nodding your head. trying to give them some kind of reassurance.

“we’re waiting outside,” shiu rubs his face, as he closes the door behind the last person. your attention now shifting back to your boyfriend.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the lockers, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest—

“toji!” you gasp, breath heavy as you meet his gaze. “what’s going on—“

“I do need you,” he groans, aggressively shoving his shorts down to allow his very erect cock to spring out, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don’t ignore me again, i fucking hate it!” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining. “answer me—“

“toji, they’re outside—“ but he’s already pulling your panties off, lifting your skirt as he drags his fingers through your folds.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“you never apologized,” you turn your cheek away, disconnecting his lips from yours as you try and catch your breath. “I came here to support you, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you,” your jaw clenched, trying to hold your composure, only to yelp as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.

“you’re pissing me off,” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. “still have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“toji—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. so embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“you’re such a baby,” he laughs, eyes dark and lips curling, because this was not your toji, no. pre-match toji was a whole different person. he could not afford a single warning or a threat of disqualification in this match.

“I’m not, you’re just a dick—“

“what else?” he can’t help the heat rushing south as he hears your fueled words. suddenly pumping blood into his veins, and his dick.

“you’re mean, and you take me for granted. you don’t apologize unless I ignore you—“ toji groans, as he pumps his hefty cock to your words, still able to hold your up, as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds.

“how mad are you baby?” he’s practically panting.

“fuck you,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, puppy,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the night before a match, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

you were an absolute mess, crying and letting out broken moans as he pumped his hot cock in your tight hole.

“can’t talk anymore? thought you had so much to say, pup?” he’s sucking your lips, smiling at how swollen and used they’ve gotten as he picks up the pace. the lewd echoes bounced off the walls, your body burning from embarrassment, but it didn’t matter—

“to-toji….do ah hahh you….uh uh..need me?” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. such a mess in such a small time.

“of course I—ungh do,” his teeth pull at your bottom lip. kissing you over and over as he draws near his climax. your nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders, pulling at the skin as you feel bite at your neck. “you’re my biggest fucking fan, and I’ll always need you,” his jaw is clenching as he feels your pussy spasming around him. “you cummin’ pup?”

“mhm? ahh— mm oji!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. you’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” the lockers were shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

“you’re everything, y/n,” your cheeks flare, you loved when he called you nicknames. but when he moans out your name, you can’t help the butterflies that break out. “I love you, so much,” his head tilts back as he shoves his hips deeper in, releasing warm globs of white cum into your warm pussy.

“don’t….ignore…me,” he sighs, thrusting more as you bite your lip, tears sliding down your cheeks as you feel the last bit of his heavy load finally come out as he pulls out. he still holds you up, pumping his cock to release the excess amount of cum on your nasty pussy.

“goes both ways,” you cup his cheeks, bringing him to your lips, smiling as he caresses your ass, giving it a firm slap.

you stumble on your feet, going over to the sink to rinse yourself down there. grabbing a towel—

“keep it in,” his lips nibble at your neck as he runs a hand down between your legs cupping your pussy. your cheeks sting, feeling his big fingers scoop at his cum and shoving it back in, your hand falling to his thick forearm as he pats your cute tummy with his other hand. “you’re my good luck charm, sweetheart,” he licks the bruise on your neck, dropping to his knees to kiss your pussy.

you almost whine, watching him smile up at you, desperate to hold in your composure, especially when he gives you a wink covering your cute little pussy with your panties, and giving it a cute kiss again.

your face was red as he called the team back in. no one said a word about what they obviously heard, especially with the way they avoided looking at you, specifically since toji was staring daggers at them for even asking you if you needed some water….I mean considering what they heard…

once they finished wrapping his gloves, shiu was escorting you back to your seat—

“y/n,” the soft call, immediately had your head turning. eyes so bright as he smiled…a gentle tug, that had your heart skipping a beat. “I am sorry.”

you can only nod, trying to keep your smile from taking over. “i know,” and so does he. all you wanted to know is that he felt remorseful, something that will acknowledge what he did and that he’ll do better, because that’s all you can ask for.

you definitely were a good luck charm. the moment the bell rang, announcing his win, the audience was going batshit crazy. people screaming, and cheering as flashes from photographers blinded the stadium.

everyone already knew his routine. it was even more gossip and cheers when they noticed the marks on his back—

pushing past the cameras and the annoying speakers, until he was jumping down from the cage and letting you leap into his arms, lips latching onto his as he held you up. the matching bruises was definitely something for twitter to run with.

“you liked it?” he muttered against your lips, only for your ears.

“ya! you always look so cool!” you gush, your cute smile sending his heart swelling, your words always hitting him. “I love seeing you fight! but you can be so mean.”

“how so?” he raises a brow.

“some rounds they can’t even catch a break,” you empathize.

“that’s the point, baby,” his hand unconsciously rubs your back, settling you down as you talk to him. your fingers unconsciously caressing the nape of his neck, careful of his own bruises.

“nuh-uh, the point is to have fun….and win—but like you know what I mean,” you roll your eyes, only to look back at toji hearing him laugh. your own lips curling into a smile.

“I guess so,” he dips his head, lips pressing to your warm cheek. “i just need you here to remind me.”

his arms wrap around you, lips brushing yours. “just stay with me…” his kiss was soft. “I’ll be better…just for you.”

he will. unless he wants to loose you. he can change for a princess.

just smt ab mma toji😫 so toxic but so sweet🥹

Me

me: i wanna write

someone: then… write?

me:

Yes just yes

How about a blurb which continues the day after the fight with Peter? Some fluff and smut maybe? Oh! And your amazing humour pretty please🥺

part 1

warning: smut (dry-humping) language, angst, fluff, Harry Osborn, mentions of masturbation/sex,

—————

Your hand was on your chest, hyperventilating, as you barged into your dorm. Mj jumped, spilling some chips on her bed.

“What the fu—what happened??” Mj was quickly pushing her laptop aside.

“Men are fucking SHIT!” You shouted, groaning as you tried pull your shoes off.

“Y/n, what happened—“

“Fuck!” You huffed, finally pulling the converse off, slamming it on the floor. Mj bit her lip, closing her laptop sitting on the edge of her bed, legs dangling.

“Yo, we’re gonna get a noise complaint, look at me— look at me! breathe y/n—” Mj snapped, finally catching your attention. “Now, what happened?”

You inhaled sharply as Mj was looking up, trying to meet your eye. “I think Peter broke up with me, o-or I broke up with him, or we’re on a fucking break—I-I don’t know—“ you rambled, running your hands through your hair, holding the sides of your head as a sob erupted from the back of your throat. Mj was quickly jumping off her bed, hugging you from behind.

“Cmon sit down,” Mj speaks softly, dragging you to your bed letting you bury your face in the pillows as Mj soothes her hand over your arm. She let you get everything out, until the sadness turned into frustration and you were finally ranting about what happened.

“Yooo what the fuck??!” Mj baffles, passing her cookies to you. You nod, stuffing your face.

“Fucking asshole.”

“Complete fucking dick.” Mj agrees.

“Whatever,” you mumble, grabbing Mjs laptop, opening it up.

————

“Okay um, Ferraros, Reece’s, flowers, those chocolates, gift card—“

“Get rid of the gift card,” Harry shakes his head, sitting up on his bed, groaning. “She’s your girlfriend, you kissed another girl—“

“She kissed me—“ Harry’s green eyes pierce Peters. “Right-fuck sorry.”

“What else?” Harry rubs his bare chest, cheeks flushed.

“That’s it—there isn’t a girl hiding here right, it’s 11 am,” Peter looks around, only receiving a scoff from Harry.

“I’ve got standards, it’s too early,” Harry pulls at his hair, keeping his other hand on his lap, holding the covers close. Peters gaze burning into Harry’s, until he cracked. “Was just relieving some stress, is that what you wanna hear!” Harry blurts.

“Jesus, man—“

“You always ask for it,” Harry defends.

“I don’t—ugh-just whatever—is this good enough, would you forgive me if you were her??” Peter asks, packing up the items in his backpack.

“I’d always forgive you Peter, your my true love—“ Harry reaches for Peter’s neck, sitting up on his knees. The covers loosely held around his private with his hand.

“Harry—“ Peter huffs, trying to untangle himself from Harry until he decides to tackle him. The two wrestling until Peter yanks the cover off Harry causing a shriek to escape his lips, quickly covering himself.

“Dude!” Harry’s face burns red, panting lightly, an amused look on Peter’s face.

“Are you done?” Peter waves the cover, letting Harry snatch it, flipping Peter off.

“You going now?” Harry asks, grabbing some boxers and slipping them on when Peter turned his back.

“Yea, her classes start at 12, so I’m gonna try and catch her before,” Peter says while fixing his hair in front of the mirror, Harry appearing beside him licking his palms ready to soothe Peter’s chocolate curls, until Peter was pushing his arms away.

“I’m helping you,” Harry chuckles, going over to Peter again.

“You were just jacking off, you didn’t even wash your fucking hands!” Peter shrieks, ducking under Harry’s arms, coming up behind him.

“I didn’t cum though—“

“Still touched him—“

“He’s very clean—“

“You didn’t shower last night and you went out,” Harry’s arms cross realizing Peter’s right.

“shit,” Harry pauses. “I should call her, Valentine—“

“Valerie—“

“Valerie— fucking love her—“

“What?!” Peter yelps, Harry’s green eyes widening.

“Shit not like that!” Harry tosses a bottle at Peter. “I meant I love fucking her—christ man, who do you think I am?” Harry shakes his head in disapproval.

“You’re unbelievable,” Peter rubs his nose.

Harry chuckles. “Better run before you miss y/n, be nice, charming, apologetic, kiss her ass—actually I could do that part for you cuz her ass is—“

Peter tackles Harry.

————

“Y/n!” Your body tenses at the voice. Walking faster. “Y/n! Wait!”

Peter’s hand stops you, his chest heaving. Your jaw clenches, looking away.

“Hi,” Peter gulps.

“What do you want?” You run a hand through your hair, Peter noticing your bloodshot eyes.

“I um, I wanted to talk?” Peter starts, his throat tightening the more you avoid his gaze.

“I have to get to class, Peter,” you move around him, only for him to appear beside you.

“We-We can talk on the way,” Peter stammers, keeping up with your fast pace. Your jaw set as Peter starts to ramble.

“Im so fucking sorry y/n, I should’ve told you, I’m sorry I lied, I fucked up, I did, it’s all my fault I swear,” Peter was panting as he tried to keep up with your pace, his heart racing and his words stumbling—“I-I shouldn’t have lied and told Gwen we weren’t dating—“

You froze, Peter still rambling and walking ahead before abruptly stopping.

“Y/n?—“

“You told Gwen we weren’t dating?” You finally met his eyes, watching them turn into pure fear.

“Y-Yes....” Peter gulped, shifting on his feet as you ran a hand through your hair.

“Why the fuck—are you embarrassed of me—what??”

“No! No I wasn’t embarrassed of you—I just needed her help with studying and she’s in most of my classes—“

“So you chose your ex over me?” You looked up at Peter, eyes glazed.

“No, no I didn’t,” Peter was hesitant to touch you, but stayed close. “I just, I lied to her—but I’m pretty sure she knew cuz you always called during—“

“You’ve been lying a lot, Peter,” you swallow thickly.

“I just—not a lot, it was just, one big...lie...like a two-parter—“ you shook your head, tired of listening.

“I fucking can’t right now,” you brush past his shoulder, Peter groaning, pulling at his hair as you disappear into the building.

————

“I fucked up—I totally fucked up—she didn’t know I told Gwen that we weren’t dating—“ Peter rambled into his phone.

Harry listening, a slight pant coming from his side. “You didn’t fucking tell her during the fight??”

“I don’t remember, she was yelling at me and I was freaking out and I yelled back, I can’t remember every fucking word!!” Peter was pacing on the open lawn, students spread out studying or eating on the grass.

“Fuck—why would you tell her—“ Harry swears, Peter’s body freezing, jaw clenching with irritation.

“Please tell me you aren’t getting fucked while we’re speaking,” Peter speaks through clenched teeth.

“I’m not—“ Harry pants. “I’m doing the fucking,” Harry chuckles, Peter hearing a slap followed by a very prominent moan.

“Harry!” Peter yells through the phone, drawing the attention of some near by students. “For the love of god—I’m having a fucking crisis here!”

“Jesus, take a breather, first off did you give her the gifts—“

“She doesn’t want the bloody gifts if she fucking hates me—“ Peter yells into the phone, covering his mouth so he isn’t raising his voice to loud to draw attention.

“Okay—oh fuck, good girl—“ Peter pushes the phone from his ear, rolling his eyes. Harry clears his throat, Peter bringing the phone back to his ear. “Where are you right now?”

“Main lawn, front of the library,” Peter answers.

“I’ll be there, give me five minutes—“ The line cut.

———10 minutes later ———

Harry was jogging bare foot, black sweats hanging loose on his hips, chest glistening and white T-shirt in hand.

“Where are your shoes?” Peter’s eyes wide.

“I um, might’ve moaned some other girls name and Valerie soaked my shoes in beer then tossed them out her window. She also cut a hole in my boxers—but I got my clothes before she threw em.” Harry says, slipping on his shirt, ruffling his sweaty black curls. “Gonna miss her,” he clicks his tongue in disappointment.

Peter rolls his eyes. “Okay now onto your fuck up,” Harry throws an arm over Peter, walking him to a picnic bench, sitting across from each other.

“Clearly you can’t do shit without fucking it up, so I will make it as simple as I can, pull yourself together and tell her point blank you fucked up and you won’t stop fighting for her because you love her—“

“I love her,” Peter rubs his face, Harry ruffling Peter’s hair.

“Yes you do, I know you do, now man up and fucking get your girl back. Honestly if you give up I’ll just go and get her—“ Peters hand connects with Harry’s cheek.

“Fuck—“ Peter slaps Harry again. “Dude—“ slap. “Stop!” slap. “I’m serious!—“ Harry caught Peter’s wrist, leaning over to slap Peter face.

“You can’t slap me!” Peter huffs, pushing Harry’s hands away.

“You fucking slapped me!—“

“Cuz you’re talking about my girl!” Peter barks, Harry rolling his eyes in amusement.

“She won’t be your girl if you don’t run, her class is over,” Harry taps his empty wrist.

“Fuck—“

————

“On a scale of one to ten, how mad are you?” Peter asks, jogging behind you, you groan, walking faster. “Y/n, please—“

“Peter I have to get to my class, you know I’m always late for this one, so just...fuck off—“ Peter gulps, still running.

“Can I please talk to you later? Can I come by your dorm?—“

“I’ll come to yours,” you blurt, eyes widening at how the words fell from your lips so quickly.

“Really?—shit okay, good luck on your test!” Peter cheers, watching you run into the lecture room.

Later that evening you stood outside Peter’s dorm, heart beating rapidly, hands clammy as you tried to wipe them on your hoodie. Taking a deep breath, you raised your hand.

You barely got a second knock in before the door was swinging open.

“Hi,” Peter beams, biting his lip as he looked at your crossed arms, and distant eyes. “Do you wanna come in?”

You shrugged, biting your lip as you walked in. Peter sighed in relief, closing the door. You stood awkwardly in the middle of the dorm, Peter leaning agaisnt the door.

“You’re the one who wanted to talk,” You push, Peter nodding.

“Yea um, I did—i uh—do you want a beer—“

“I’m fine.” Your jaw is set, eyes fluttering around the dorm.

Peter hums, clearing his throat. “Okay uh, i just—I wanted to start by saying sorry.”

“You’ve said that—“

“Well that’s cuz I really am sorry—I fucked up on a catastrophic level—I fucking ruined the one good thing in my life because i’m a fucking idiot,” Peter runs his hand through his hair.

“You are an idiot,” you mumble, avoiding his eyes. Peter exhales, leaning against the small counter as you stand on the opposite side arms crossed.

“I fucked up by trying to handle two things—“

“You called me an animal, Peter,” you spit, eyes flickering up briefly.

“I know I did—it just came out, I’m sorry, you’re not an animal, I—fuck y/n—I really fucked up, I’m sorry,” Peter’s voice shakes.

“So you expect me to forgive you?” You look up at Peter. “I’ve known you for awhile Peter, I’m very aware that you’re capable of fucking a lot of shit up, trust me—but this was bullshit—this shit only happens in movies because of how fucking unreal and cringy it is. You don’t tell me Gwen is your ex, you don’t tell me that Gwen thinks you’re fucking single, and then you hangout with her almost everyday and then she fucking kisses you in front of me. And then after all that you have the audacity to get mad that I flipped? It makes literally no fucking sense Peter—“

“I know, I’m sorry—“

“See Peter, sorry is a word. I’m honestly supposed to be okay with all that shit just because of a five letter word?” You take a deep breath.

“I got chocolates,” Peter mumbles, you rub your face.

“What about Gwen?” You dare to ask.

“What about her?” Peter tilts his head.

“What happened? Are you still—“

“I haven’t seen her since everything,” Peter nibbles on the inside of his cheek.

You nod, eyes darting to the door. “I’m gonna go—“

“Wait what?—what does this mean?” Peter quickly pressess a hand over yours to stop you from turning the handle.

You swallow thickly, daring to look up at Peter. “I-I don’t know—I just—need some space right now,” his breath was hitting your face, his eyes filled with so many emotions.

“Ye-Yea okay,” Peter nods, his thumb lightly caressing the back of your hand, his lips pressing agaisnt your cheek softly. “I love you, okay?”

You gulp, nodding your head, not trusting your voice. Peter inhaled sharply, taking a step back, letting you open the door and leave.

Give it an hour or so and Harry is skipping into the dorm.

“How’d it go—did she like the gifts? Fall in your arms because of the amount of affection—give her a good fuck to forget—“

“She needs space,” Peter mumbles, eyes on his laptop, typing.

“Space?” Harry collapses on his side. “What does that mean? Did you break up? Or is this like a Ross/Rachel, we’re on a break typa thibg? Can you fuck someone else? I mean as much as I love you two together—I’m telling you this girl Zaina is fucking obsessed with you—“

“I’m not fucking some girl—“

“She isnt some girl—lemme just show you her insta—“ Harry scrambles for his phone.

“I don’t care, how she looks like—“ Peter dismisses.

“Fine, but she does this thing when she’s giving head, that like makes you feel all tingly and so fucking good—“ Harry tries to explain, only receiving an annoyed look from Peter.

“So you’re telling me, that I should give up on my girlfriend just cuz she needs some space and I should go fuck someone that can never compare to her?” Peter snaps, Harry cringes.

“Shit—yea I sound like a dick—do you wanna watch some porn?” Harry suggests.

“The answer is never gonna change Harry,” Peter replies, Harry mumbling incoherently, rolling his eyes.

—————

A few days pass, Peter had left small gifts outside your dorm every morning. He didn’t want to fuck this up more than he already has, he didn’t want you thinking he’s given up or is expecting you to come running back to him. So he left stupid little doodles on a sticky notes on top of little chocolate packs, or a movie box or a book he thought you’d enjoy.

However, as you occupied Peter’s mind, Peter occupied Harry’s mind. He had to get revenge, pay-back you can say for the “wrestling” match earlier this week and the slap fit out in the lawn. So Harry waited five minutes, before leaving his dorm. Most of the guys showered quickly and changed in their dorms so Peter wasn’t any different.

Clad in only a pair of thigh shorts, a shirtless Harry strode into the bathroom, a devious smirk pulling at his lips as he locked eyes with Peter’s phone and key by the counter sink.

“Hey,” Peter exhales, opening the shower curtain, steam flowing out as he reached for his towel. Water droplets trickled from his wet curls and down his toned chest.

“Honestly Pete, you know how these things go,” Harry smiles, leaning against the sink beside Peter’s things.

Peters brows pinched together as he dried himself, “What’re you talking about?”

A shit eating grin took over his face. “Payback bitch!”

Harry was speeding out of the bathroom with Peter’s phone and key in hand.

“Fuck! Harry!” Peter groaned, instantly sprinting after the boy. His hand clutching his towel tightly, bare feet slipping and running.

Harry’s laughs echoed through the halls, along with Peter’s yells, chasing him down the stairs. The commotion brought people out of their dorms, along with their phones recording the whole thing.

Peter chased Harry around the front lawn, half the students watching the scene unfold, people laughing, cheering and whistling. Until Harry’s eye caught some girl stretching beside a tree causing him to trip over his own two feet, his cheek hitting the pavement, causing Peter to topple over him, hitting his shoulder and cheekbone on the pavement, but surprisingly keeping a firm grip on his towel.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned, rolling on the ground as his hand went up to his cheek.

“I fucking hate you,” Peter groaned beside him, reaching over and snatching his phone and key from Harry’s grip. Harry chuckled, patting Peter’s cheek, before slapping him. Which resulted in a slap from Peter and the two tackling each other again, before the university security came, pushing them apart, and that’s when Peter’s eyes locked with yours.

An amused smile played on your lips. Peter was nodding to the security guard. When he left, you made your way over to him. Peter was sitting on the ground as Harry got up, limping to the girl by the tree.

“Hi,” you smiled in amusement , Peter dropping his head in embarrassment, a chuckle slipping past his lips.

“You look good,” he gave you a crooked smile, his eyes squinting up from the sun.

“You’re not bad yourself,” you tease, Peter nodding along sarcastically. “What happened?” You laughed.

“He was getting payback, you know how it goes,” Peter briefly explains.

“I sure do,” you were kneeling in front of him, your brows pinched together. Your fingers delicately tilting his chin up, turning his face around catching the slight blood trickling from his cheek and the skin ripped around his shoulder. “Shit Pete.”

“I’ve had worse,” Peter brushes off, his hand going to your bare knee, thumb brushing the skin.

You looked into his eyes, hand slipping down to his. “Let’s clean you up.”

Peter slipped on some boxers, before sitting on his bed, back agaisnt the wall. You hesitated, but eventually took a seat on his lap, straddling his thighs.

Peter’s cheeks flush, he missed when you’d clean up his wounds or when you’d casually sit on his lap and play with his hair while he told you about something that happened to him. You looked beautiful, warm, and comforting in the black tight jogging shorts and the casual tank top and cardigan just had Peter melting.

His hand rested on your waist, eyes locked on your face as you cleaned his wounds. His eyes clenched as you disinfected the open cut.

“Sorry,” you mumble, breathing lightly.

“Probably diserve it,” Peter replies.

You gulp. “I missed you.” Your voice was soft, eyes flickering to his before looking away quickly.

Peter’s heart swells, I still got a chance. “I missed you too,” he replies.

You hum, nibbling on your bottom lip as you continue cleaning. Peter doesn’t want to push you so he stays quiet. He’s said everything he needed to say so now it’s up to you. Peter’s heart was fucking racing.

“I know....” you stopped, taking a deep breath. “I-I know it was Gwen who kissed you, I know that, and you pushed her off—b-but it still hurt you know, and even if it happens again and I’m expecting it, I’ll still get pissed, b-because you’re mine. No one else is allowed to kiss you, o-or touch you, or even think you’re available.” You avoided eye contact, keeping your focus on his cuts.

Peter couldn’t help the smile tugging on his lips, his chest warm, cheeks flush from your words.

“Harry is always kissing me outta nowhere,” Peter admits, you scoff rolling your eyes with a light laugh.

“Harry’s different. It’s like a Schmitt and Nick kinda way,” you say, making Peter chuckle.

“I’m sorry,” Peter tilts his head to the side, trying to meet your eyes.

“Well I.....guess I forgive you,” your eyes lock, and before you know it, you’re crashing your lips onto his.

Peter grunts, but quickly melts against your lips. Your hand runs through his damp curls, as Peter wraps and arm around your torso, pulling you closer to his naked chest—

You place a hand on his peck, pushing him back against the wall, Peter’s eyes filled with confusion.

“Don’t ever call me an animal ever again or say I’m overreacting or any shit like that,” you bit, eyes filled with hurt.

Peter’s heart stung, filled with guilt. “I’m sorry—I won’t, it just—I fucked that up—“

“We settled that, just....that was...mean,” you trace his collarbones, Peter licking his lips, hand cupping your cheek.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, hand coming around your neck, pulling you back to him, his lips brushing yours. “I’ll never make you feel like that ever, I’m yours, I promise.” You smile warmly. “I love you.”

You connect your lips, “I love you too,” you mumble, opening your mouth as Peter slips his tongue in. Your careful not to touch his shoulder, as Peter pulls you closer, hand kneading your ass, making you roll your hips down on his growing bulge.

“Ungh fhuck—“ Peter grunts, rubbing your clothed cunt against him. You were moaning softly, Peter’s lips trailing down your neck, pushing your cardigan down your arm and leaving love marks in its place. Peter’s stomach muscles were clenching as you rolled your hips a little faster as Peter gripped your ass helping you move better.

“Peter—“ your mouth falls agape, hand placed on the wall behind Peter. Moans and swears slipping past your lips as you chased your high, Peter’s brows pinched together as he grunted, bucking his hips, pushing you over the edge.

“Shit y/n—“ And just as Peter’s body convulses, the door is swinging open. Your hand flys to your mouth as Harry chuckles by the door as Peter orgasms.

“I—fuck—“ Peter shivers from the after shocks, your hand coming between the two of you stroking his clothed cock, getting more cum and groans from Peter. His face buried in the crook of your neck, composing himself.

Peter hugged you tightly, ignoring a laughing Harry. You bit your lip, cheeks flushed.

“I don’t think it’s coincidence anymore, this is probably the thousandth time I’ve walked in on the two of you, ima just strip now—“

“Do you fucking dare,” Peter huffs, picking his head up, catching your amused face.

“Shit Harry, your face!” You exclaim, jumping off Peter, making him whine.

“Y/n,” Peter pouts, cringing at the feeling of his cum filled boxers.

“You guys are fucking idiots, honestly,” you grab the first aid beside Peter, and sit down beside Harry on his bed. Harry squirms as you disinfect the cut on his cheek.

“The girl by the tree slapped my face cuz supposedly we fucked like a week ago,” Harry huffs, making you roll your eyes and chuckle. Peter clicks his tongue in amusement, before getting up to grab some clean boxers—

“Sure you don’t wanna sit on my lap y/n,” Harry teases, shooting Peter a wink—

“No, that’s it, you’re fucking dead—“

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ORIGINAL PROJECTS

“Every night I lie in bed, the brightest colors fill my head,”

“A million dreams are keeping me awake.”

PROJECT.HORSEMEN

A four-book romance series set against the glamorous backdrop of the art world. The Daigo family, pillars of the industry, navigate love, ambition, and legacy. From art galleries and exhibitions to movie premieres and high-stakes heists of stolen masterpieces, the series intertwines romance with the intrigue of the elite. Each book focuses on a different member of the family—including the patriarch himself—unveiling their personal struggles and desires as they face unexpected twists in their pursuit of love.

Ranging from:

Writing - male x fem (Fem dom x Male Sub)

Sculpting - male x male (body guard)

Painting or Music - male x fem

Collecting - male x fem (flashback, set before the first three books.)

OUTLINE - DRAFT ZERO

“I think of what the world could be,”

“A vision of the one I see,”

PROJECT.RECKONING

A romantasy trilogy about a hellhound on a mission to retrieve the relics of her people and find her fathers remains. She crosses paths with one of the world’s strongest warlocks, who grows suspicious of her after she washes up on the shore of his village. Set against the backdrop of an annual party that attracts both supernatural and human elites, where fortunes are made overnight, the real magic happens at the after party—revealing a ugly underbelly of myths, supernatural soldiers, and unexpected romance.

OUTLINE - DRAFT ZERO

”A million dreams is all it’s gonna take,“

“Oh a million dreams for the world we’re gonna make,”

PROJECT. AVATAR

In a dystopian world where the entire population was turned to stone eons ago, the remnants of technology have fused with the planet and statues. When the OC awakens, she finds everything she knew about her world was a lie. As she navigates this eerie new reality, she discovers that history is doomed to repeat itself.

OUTLINING

“They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy,“

“They can say, they can say we've lost our minds,“

PROJECT.ISLE

A dystopian trilogy where a group of people are dropped onto a mysterious island, alongside some of the world’s most dangerous criminals. The island has one rule: join them or die. Unbeknownst to the newcomers, the island is broadcasted live as entertainment for the rich, who pay to control the inhabitants, forcing them to do anything for the right price.

OUTLINING

”I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy,“

“Runaway to a world that we design,“

PROJECT.WOMAN

In this mystery thriller, a woman wakes up handcuffed to a hospital bed with a detective at her side. Her first question is about her husband’s whereabouts, only to discover that not only was he was he dead; she is the sole suspect of the crime. Thus begins the investigation, unraveling the events that led to this tragic moment.

OUTLINING

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