Soap could hear you throw your purse down and the door slam as soon as you came in, a disgruntled groan loud over the music playing from him room. It must’ve been serious, because usually you’re more composted. Of course, Soap is taking a break from organizing his favorite videos of you on his hard drive to save the day and see what’s wrong, he always does.
Soap can’t help but watch you with a light smirk on his face, watching you pace the floor of the living room as you ramble how ‘people shouldn’t be so rude’ and ‘You work your ass off and no one came to defend you’ and ‘Everyone thinks they know everything.’ A stomp of your foot here, clench fists there, your eyebrows all knit uo— so damn adorable.
“Ye know bon,” Soap starts, “they say sex can help ye relax when ye have a lot ‘f stress.”
You freeze, remembering the last time Soap swayed you. Your thighs squeeze together from where you stand, eyes widening, “But roommates can’t- roommates don’t have sex.”
Not yet. The scott just hasn’t convinced you, soon though.
“But we’re best friends swee’art, ‘s different. Aren’t I there f’ye hen? ‘M good at helpin!” He smiles so sweetly. You bite your lip, Soap is really good with his hands, knows how to squeeze and kneed every inch of you the way you like, rub and eat at your pussy when you have a bad day. But this is different? Isn’t it? You should punch something, make some bread or something like your mom used to do after a long day being a stay at home mom. But you trust Johnny, Johnny knows more than most people. You can confirm this because of how nice Johnny is most of the time. A little pushy, but he’s good person.
He beckons you over with the tips of his fingers, that warm gaze in his blue eyes that make you feel like everything will be alright, warmth rolling over your skin as your feet move before you can think for another second. Standing between his legs, his hands go up your thighs that almost make him groan right then and there. Taking in a sharp breath till his hands go to your waist, rubbing circles there. “That’s a good girl, don’t wanna hold all those bad feelings. Can lead to bad worry lines, bad dreams too.”
See? Johnny knows a lot!!
Knows he can’t stick it in either, but you’ve seen his cock, gave him the best hand job of his life, today would be better, guiding your hips back and forth, rubbing your glistening cunt against his pulsing manhood like it’s a fucking dildo. Yours hips are already bucking for action as you moan, can see that blooming clit, needy and wanting—
“Look at tha’ bunny, angh- almost like yer ridin me.” Soap hums, watching the way he cock disappears everytime you grind against him, your sticky syrup drenching his pubic hairs.
“So- fuck- ‘s good Johnny!” You whine, nails forming moons in the side of his tattooed biceps. Your head lulls to the side, glossy brown eyes staring down at Johnny, pressing yourself into his chest, “I want- hck- want it Johnny.”
You don’t know what you’re saying like that. Not when you’re half naked with lust in your eyes. His thumb brushes your plump bottom lip, you lean into his touch, nuzzling into his hand. You grind your hips down his dick. Harder this time and Johnny groans, “Yer gonna t’ kill me here, bloody hell.”
Soap lays you down on the couch, spreading your legs above his forearms, he slaps his strawberry red cock head against your clit, “Shit, ye feel tha’ swee’art? Got me all hard thinkin bout you takin me in that pretty hole ‘f yers,” He does it again that makes you kneen, circling his tip around yours Pearl just enough that you’re rock your hips asking his.
“Christ love, ‘s makin us both wet, ahh- would be fuckin mental if we both squirted right ‘ere, yeah?”
“Johnny!” You chide, but your hips are still moving against his throbbing member, you pout, “T-the couch’ll get wet.”
So it’s fine if it’s the on floor.
But Soap knows you, you’re scared if it’s out in the living room, “So many rules, Bonnie I know.” He puts your legs together, sliding his cock between your folds, kissing your knee. “Cannae have ye worryin that pretty little head, can I?”
The Scottish man rocks into you, making you feel each vein of his cock through your sopping folds, feeling the impact of his balls against your thighs with each thrust. His pace only gets faster and faster, grunts and groans leaving his mouth as he licks and bites the calf of your pretty legs. You let out another ragged whine, pushing at stomach, your eyebrows knit together and gripping onto the couch cushion,
“Johnny! ‘S too fast! Mmmph! Too m-much!”
Johnny o pulls you closer, making sure you feel the friction as your bent in half, rolls his hips into yours, “Told ye, if ye thinkin it’s too much bunny-“
“—I-I’m gonna pee?” You ask so innocently, it makes Soaps dick pulse even harder, he wants to tell you yes from how adorable you are underneath him. Let you freak out while he gets you to your own climax. He shakes his head, giggling, “No bun, yer just cummin.”
The sound of your skin slapping off the walls, the shlick of his pre cum and your juices drenching your thigh, you’ve too have already made a fucking mess. You feel your body writhe, cumming right on Soaps dick, your back arching as you let out such pretty moans that goes straight to Soaps dick. Painting your puffy little clit and your stomach white with his cum.
“Good job bunny girl,” he coos, slipping his cock out from between your thighs, spreading you open and staring at the way your hole sputters and flutters as you cum down from your high. Gushing all the way down to your ass crack. It’s glorious, next time, Johnny will were his glasses with the camera in them, he’ll be able to take this whole thing in HD.
He looks up at you, rubbing your thighs, “Ye feel better now Hen? Not so angry anymore cummin like tha, no?”
You shake your head, your chest rising and falling as your lashes flutter.
“Good,” he smiles again, getting on his knees, your legs above his shoulders now, leaving a kiss on your thigh, “Let me taste yer pussy, okay? Gotta let go of alllll tha stress on ma tongue.”
a/n: I had vision with this but I then realized I wrote guided mastúrbating with Pervy roommate!soap before and I don’t write the same thing twice (atleast I try not to) so thigh fvck it is! 5/10.
it wasn’t until rafe was halfway through kissing down your neck, one heavy hand planted beside your head while the other rested warm against your waist, that your eyes would suddenly flutter open wide.
“wait.”
rafe freeze immediately, lifting his head just enough to squint down at you. his hair is messy from your fingers, his expression already edged with irritation.
“what now, bunny?”
your cheeks burn as you glanced over his shoulder toward the headboard.
all of them were sitting there.
your stuffed bunnies, your little bears, the pink strawberry plush your grandma got you when you were seven, all lined up neatly against your pillows with their stitched little smiles pointed directly at the bed.
you press your lips together, mortified.
“they can’t look.”
rafe stares at you for a second, dead silent.
then he’d let out a slow breath through his nose.
“you’re kidding.”
“i’m serious,” you whisper, squirming under him. “it’s embarrassing.”
his mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh, but your already be nudging at his shoulder, wide eyes pleading.
“please?”
and because rafe could never say no when you looked at him like that, he pushes himself up with a groan.
“unbelievable.”
you sit up quickly, smoothing down your pink pajama top as you carefully turned each plushie around one by one, making sure none of them were facing the bed.
“there,” you murmur, satisfied. “now they won’t feel awkward.”
“they’re stuffed animals.”
you glance back at him with that little pout he secretly hated because it always made him cave.
“they have feelings.”
rafe dragged a hand down his face. “right. sure they do.”
sometimes, though, if he was already feeling impatient, he wouldn’t bother waiting.
he’d just grab a whole armful of them and toss them dramatically onto the floor.
that was always his mistake.
because the second the soft thumps hit the carpet, your whole face would crumple.
your glossy eyes would dart down to where they’d landed, horrified.
“rafe.”
the way you said his name would make his stomach drop instantly.
“oh, come on.”
you’d already be scrambling off the bed, dropping to your knees to gather them into your arms.
“bunny, it’s a damn pillow with a face stitched on it.”
you’d look up at him, lower lip trembling.
“help me pick them up.”
and just like that, he’d lose. every single time.
with a muttered curse, he’d climb off the bed and crouch beside you, helping collect every last plushie while you directed him on where they belonged.
“daisy goes by the lamp.”
“which one’s daisy?”
“the one with the bow.”
“they all got bows.”
you’d let out a tiny offended gasp, clutching mr. berry protectively to your chest.
“you don’t know them at all!”
“didn’t realize i was expected to memorize your stuffed animal roster.”
still, he’d put them back exactly where you wanted.
and once every plushie was safe and properly arranged, you’d crawl right into his lap, all soft and warm and smelling faintly like strawberries from the lotion you always used.
your arms would loop around his neck, and you’d press a sweet little kiss to his cheek.
“thank you,” you’d murmur. “they’re not upset anymore.”
rafe rolls his eyes, but his hands would settle on your waist, holding you there.
“good. was real worried about what the damn strawberry thought of me.”
you smile, completely missing the sarcasm, and nuzzle closer.
“i knew you’d help. you’re nicer than you pretend to be.”
ive been so inspired by @str4wbsstuff stepbro!dennis works i had to contribute
stepbro!perv!dennis x naive!innocent!reader
(mdni - nsfw under the cut)
you and dennis became step-siblings by the time the both of you were in college - but that didnt stop you guys from instantly clicking. always calling each other bro or sis, hanging out on the weekends and family dinners.
you loved having dennis as an older brother - being an only child most of you life you loved the way he cares for you. never letting bis brothers tease you to much and driving you to college even when he didnt have classes. he was the best big brother you could ask for. thats why you always wanted to help him - be the best the little sister he could want.
dennis knew it was fucked up, the way he would always check you out in your short skirts and tops that barely fit your chest, the way he would “innocently” place a hand on your soft thigh as he drove you around - just being a good big brother. it didnt help you were so naive and sheltered you never questioned him.
never questioned him when he would give you a small kiss on the lips when saying goodbye. or when he would pull you into his lap when it was just the two of you at home, your pussy resting over his hard cock. you thought it was a great idea to move with him to pittsburgh! and obviously it was cheaper to just get a one bedroom - you have shared beds growing up anyways this was no different.
you didnt think anything of the fact your panties frequently went missing from the laundry basket or the way dennis would barge in when you were in the shower - claiming he needed to piss and couldnt hold it. you never even glanced at him when he would spend extra time rubbing his hard cock as he watched the way the soap washed down your body - your back turned to him.
and at night when it was time for you to sleep and dennis told you that he needed help you were more than willing to lend a hand - thats what little sisters are for. you let him guide your hand over his cock, his mouth claiming your nipple as he moaned at your movements.
“t-thank you sis… you know i struggle to sleep when i’m like this - youre so good”
and you just smiled and gave him a kiss to his lips as you continued to jerk him off - licking your hand and his chest once he came as to make sure there wasnt any mess. and then you would let him spoon you as he fell asleep - one hand on your tit “to help ground him” he would say.
(sorry if this makes no sense this is just rambling)
Pairings - Bestfriend!Neighbor!Bucky x Fem!Naive!Bestfriend!Reader
Summary - The reader is moving to go to college and Bucky takes his opportunity to say one final goodbye.
Warnings - smut, p in v, choking, praise kink, naive reader, somewhat of dubious consent. reader is a virgin, Bucky is around 22 and the reader is 18.
Notes - This is somewhat of a modern!au. This is my first time writing smut on here so please don't judge too hard!! Also, let me know if there are any other warnings I need to put up, thank you for reading loves!
WC - 1,960
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"Bucky!!" You opened the front door, revealing your neighbor standing there with some more boxes to help prepare for your move. "Good mornin' doll." He grins, stepping past you as you hold the door wide open.
"You can just put them upstairs beside my bedroom!" You smiled, shutting the door and moving to walk up the stairs.
You were currently packing for your move to college. Trading the busy New York atmosphere for a quaint college town in Connecticut. Not too far, however far enough in Bucky's opinion. But he would never let you know that.
He follows you up the stairs, shamelessly watching your ass sway in your tight black leggings as you took each step.
"Here okay?" He gestured inside your bedroom. You were about to protest, knowing your parents would never let a boy in your room, especially Bucky with how close you guys were. But he moved inside the room before you could object. "Just this once," You thought, knowing your parents weren't home at the moment.
Bucky dropped the boxes on the ground, his shirt riding up slightly. You watched from behind as his abs flexed below the tent of his shirt, keeping your eyes on the v-line of muscle that led right below the hem of his jeans.
"See something you like, doll?" Bucky smirked, making you look up at him with wide eyes. You didn't realize how long you had been staring. A slight blush rose to your cheeks, words suddenly not wanting to form in your mouth.
You had always thought Bucky was attractive. More than attractive as you grew older. Sexy, hot, absolutely delicious. Other more not as telling synonyms.
Bucky chuckled, lounging down on your still-made bed. A white comforter adorned the double mattress. White, frilly, pillows and a couple throw blankets also lay on the bed.
"I'm gonna miss this bed, doll."
You laugh, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, taking a pillow in your arms and placing it in your lap. "You have a bed, Buck. Not even a hundred feet away from mine."
He groaned, laying back on your pillows, "It's not the same, honey." He stretched out. You could feel him watching you as he played with the edge of your white flowery blouse. "I'm gonna miss everything about you."
"Everything about me?" You turned back, loving the way his hand felt against your skin as he rubbed soft circles into the dip of your lower back. "What about me?"
He smiled with that devious smirk, "Oh I'll miss you the most sweetheart." You turned back, playing with the pillow as he rose, coming to sit behind you. You were about to turn around when he placed a hand on your shoulder, his mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath on your neck.
"But most of all I'm gonna miss your laugh," He started tucking your hair away from your neck, bringing it all to one side. "I'm gonna miss your smile." You felt your heart bloom, knowing how much Bucky adored you.
"I'm gonna miss the way you so innocently move your body in front of me without even knowing what it does to me."
"Bucky?"
"Shhh..."
He moved his hand from your shoulder to right below your jaw, rubbing circles with his thumb around your throat. "You're alright, doll. You're my doll." He started to kiss your neck, making you freeze. "You're always gonna be my doll."
Without warning he pulled you back, making your head plop softly onto the pillows as placed both his knees on each side of your body.
"Bucky!" Your eyes were wide, wondering what had gotten into him all of a sudden. But he only shushed you once again, taking his hand that wasn't on your throat and ripping the frilly pillow you had in your arms away.
"I've wanted to touch you for so long, doll." You gulped, watching his eyes turn dark as he licked his lips. "I've wanted to make you mine ever since I saw Steve kiss you at that party in sophomore year."
"We didn't do anything, Buck. Steve didn't-"
"But he took something from me, see, doll." Bucky moved closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, "I wanted to be your first."
He moved his hand, taking your socks off without you even realizing. "Your first kiss," Then placing his hand on the waistband of your leggings, "Your first date." He removed his hand from your throat, tucking his fingers under the band of your leggings and ripping them down your legs.
You shrieked, trying to hide yourself but failing. "The first person who ever got to taste you, doll."
"Bucky, I've- I've never." You stuttered only to have Bucky place a finger on your lips. "Don't worry, I'll go slow, honey."
You wanted to object, tell him it was wrong but the tingling sensation you felt in your lower belly made you keep quiet. You wanted more.
Bucky delved down, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your covered pussy. "Ahhh," You arched your back, never having felt these feelings, these sensations before. Bucky only looked up, seeing your heavy-lidded eyes as you watched him make out with your covered clit.
He licked and sucked at your pussy, only satisfied when he saw the substantial wet spot that now soaked your panties.
"P-please Bucky."
He stopped, holding both sides of your cotton thong in his hands as he looked up at you. "What, doll?"
"M-more."
He smirked, "What do you want, baby? I need words."
You gulped, your hand coming down to clench your comforter in your palm. "I don't know, Buck. Just.. more."
Bucky smirked, "That's alright, doll. Don't worry." He placed a soft kiss on your pussy. "I'll give you everything you need."
Without warning he ripped down your thong, a red mark coming to your thighs from the sudden roughness. Placing soft kissing in between your legs, Bucky dove in, licking a long stripe up from your entrance to your clit.
Your back arched once more, feeling the way he sucked, pulled, and licked your clit. You moaned, your eyes falling closed as you tugged on the bed sheets harder. One particular amazing feeling made you grip onto Bucky's hair instead; making him groan into you. The vibrations only spurring you and him on more.
He moved his hand, suddenly urging his middle finger into your entrance, making your eyes fly open as you looked down at him staring right at you. "B-buck, It hurts."
Bucky lifted his face from your pussy, licking his lips. "I know, doll. But I gotta loosen you up a bit." You groaned, feeling his larger middle finger pushing in. "It'll feel good soon, I promise, honey."
And it did, once Bucky again started sucking on your clit while slowly moving his middle finger in and out you started to feel something you never had before.
Sure, you had played with yourself down there before. Even tried to sit on the washing machine when Natasha told you that's what she did before she and Wanda got together but THIS?
This was something you had never felt.
"Bucky! Bucky, I think I'm gonna-"
"Just let it out, doll," He kissed your thigh as he slipped a second finger in, "Let it happen, sweetheart."
And you did, you felt white-hot flashes of any and everything shooting through your body as your first orgasm hit, making your legs convulse as Bucky worked you through it.
"Good girl." He continued giving you small kitten licks to your clit, "Such a good doll for me." You felt your whole body preen at the praise as you started to come down.
You breathed heavily, aware of Bucky slipping his fingers out of you before moving off the bed to shed his own jeans and boxers.
"Bucky?" You finally opened your eyes, seeing him hovering over you, moving your legs so he was snuggly in between them. "You're so good for me, doll." A soft kiss was placed on your lips.
You bit your lip, feeling the tip of his dick as he rubbed it through the lips of your pussy. You held onto his arms as he positioned his dick to your entrance, looking back into your eyes.
Maintaining eye contact, Bucky started to push his hips down, making you squirm upwards. He groaned, placing a hand above your shoulder to stop you from moving as his other palm placed itself on your hip; keeping you still.
"B-Bucky! S-stop, it hurts!!"
But he kept going, rubbing your clit with the hand that was on your hip. "It'll feel so good, doll. Just gotta get it in."
He pushed all the way in without warning, making you shriek as your nails clamped down into Bucky's skin, drawing blood. "Bucky!"
"You're so tight, doll." His voice was husky, his hair now in his face as his eyes shut, "Fuckin' made for me, baby."
You felt tears come to your eyes from the stretch, wanting nothing but to push him off of you. But then when his hips moved out and forward once again you felt a tingling in your lower belly. Bucky was moving his length in and out of you at a rough pace.
The pain had subsided, now you only felt pleasure. His hips snapped as he rubbed your clit. "Here baby, let me show you." He moved your hand from his bicep, making you place two fingers on your clit and moving them in circles. "Keep doing that for me, doll."
You obeyed, watching as he moved his hand to your throat, pressing his thumb and pointer finger to the sides of your neck. Your eyes widened once again as you felt the air constrict.
"Keep rubbing yourself just like I taught you, baby." Your mouth fell open in response to him squeezing your throat. "Just like that, doll." His hips kept snapping forward, hitting that spot inside of you that you didn't even know existed.
Once again white hot flashes of pleasure shot through every single nerve ending in your body. Bucky could sense you were close as he closed his hand a little tighter on your throat, making you speed up the movements on your clit. "Come on, doll. Cum for me baby."
You nodded, wanting to please Bucky. Your eyes shut closed as he sped up his thrusts at an inhuman speed, wanting to make you cum first. "Come on, I know you can do it. You've been such a good girl for me," He moved down, lips as the shell of your ear. "Fucking cum, doll."
And you did, clenching down hard on his dick as your legs shook. Bucky felt you start to orgasm as his cum shot deep inside of you, making him groan as his own legs shook a little on yours.
He let the grip on your throat go, replacing his lips with kisses to the spots he knew would bruise. You felt a heating sensation as Bucky slipped out of you, making you look down as he collected his cum with his middle and index finger.
"Taste what you made me do, doll." He brought his fingers up to your lips, making you taste yours and his cum on your tongue. "Swallow." He ordered, which you instantly obeyed, feeling the sweet yet salty taste go down your throat.
Placing the throw blanket over your two bodies, he collected you into his arms. Bucky planted a soft kiss on the crown of your head, moving his hand to your jaw to make you look at him.
"This is just how we say goodbye from now on, alright doll?"
You nod, smiling up at him. "Okay, Bucky."
this has been in my inbow for about a year.
TW: Patrick, mocking religion, Patrick gets his own second warning
The Pastor's Daughter
Patick x Fem!Reader
Patrick Hockstter is God.
In his own head, of course.
However, before he is a part-time self-proclaimed god, he is also the son of Patricia "Trisha" Hockstetter, Derry's most devout Baptist.
And while he could usually get away with skipping out on Sunday mass, this one was different. A new pastor was being brought into the church as the last pastor had gone to the pearly gates, and Trisha, eager to push her son closer to God, forced him to go with her.
After a long morning of arguing, Patrick was forced into his Sunday best, booted into the car, and forced to follow his grinning mother down the aisle.
Aside from the laughable idea of there being other gods, Patrick's least favorite part about church was entering to take a seat. The judgmental stares, the hushed whispers, the blearing white. It was enough to drive him insane. He idly gazed through the crowd of phony-worshippers, grinning pridefully whenever somebody would look his way in stunned horror—which was often.
Finally stopping at the second pew, his mother ushered him in, a beaming smile on her face despite the mischievous glint in her eyes. Patrick noted this, quirking his eyebrow at her.
"What?" he mouthed as he sat down, partially sitting on something.
"Nothing," she whispered, unable to hide her smile.
"Excuse me?" A quiet voice whispered from beside Patrick. "I don't mean to bother you, sir, but you're sitting on my purse."
Patrick rolled his eyes, turning in annoyance. "Then yank it." He paused, staring at the girl before him. Your eyes widened in surprise, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
"Oh, my apologies. I didn't realize... I thought you were a sir." You sheepishly laughed at your mistake, assuming Patrick was an older man. He stared at you, his eyes narrowing as he dissected every inch of you. Your eyes, your smile, your hair—the imaginary halo that glowed above your head.
"I am a sir," he growled, thinking you thought he was a girl.
"O-Oh? Really? Wow, you look so young!" You smiled wide, amazed by how young this "sir" looked.
"... Uh, yeah. I'm fucking 15, idiot." Patrick felt a sharp jab in his ribs, making him double over. He glared at his mom, who sneered at him until he turned back to face the girl. "My bad," he grumbled. The look of shock on your face was enough to make him smirk in amusement. Perhaps the most amused he'd ever felt in church.
"It's okay," you whispered. Your eyes were downcast as you tried to hold back a giggle. "You are very funny, uh... what is your name? Perhaps calling you sir would be weird as we are the same age." You looked back up into Patrick's eyes.
"Patrick." Another jab. "Hockstetter!" He glanced back at his mother, deeply annoyed with her antics. "Patrick Hockstter," he breathed out, placing his hand over his aching ribs.
You giggled politely, covering your mouth as you did. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, Patrick. I'm-"
"The pastor's daughter, right?" Mrs. Hockstetter interjected, taking you by surprise. You hesitated a few seconds before nodding your head. Patrick slowly turned his head to look at his mother as her plan clicked in his head. Did she really think the pastor's daughter would be a good influence on him? The thought was laughable. But this god had his own plan—to humor his mother. To get even.
He turned back to you with a charming smile. Well, as charming as he could pull off. "It's lovely to meet you," he said, taking your hand in his and gently pressing a kiss on your knuckle, enjoying how your eyes shot open. Church was suddenly starting to feel very entertaining for this god.
But of course, your father had to ruin the fun when he came out to begin his sermon and the choir started. You hesitated to pull your hand away, your eyes lingering on his until he turned away. Patrick only pulled away to hide his smirk, though. He didn't give a shit about the sermon, or the choir, or whatever the fuck his future father-in-law was spewing.
For that full hour, he sat there plotting. Every move of his had to be calculated, and they were. Glances here and there, brushing his hand against yours, gently thumbing your skin whenever it was time to join hands. And from every move blossomed a new splotch of red on your cheeks, which appeased him greatly. Even his mother looked pleased, and it took Patrick every bone in his body to not laugh at her failure of a plan. Oh, how he was going to make her look like such a fool!
By the end of mass, Patrick had you wrapped around his twisted, kind of fucked up, burnt finger. And with this newfound power, he got himself a date with the pastor's daughter at the junkyard.
To his mother's surprise, Patrick left mass with a big goofy smile on his face, giddy as he thought of the fridge he was going to show you on Friday night.
welcome to my list of alternative universes, which you will commonly see my refer to as “ au’s “ !
SOLAR SYSTEM [ au’s with designated plots, characters, & introductions ]
NEPTUNE: IM A LOSER BABY, SO WHY DONT YOU KILL ME AU
loser!chris sturniolo & mean girl!reader
⤷ he’s been in love with her forever, she doesn’t give two shits about him unless they’re having sex or he’s selling her next fix. but when her life begins to crumble around her and she starts to drag him down with her, she realizes that she truly does care and needs to let go of him until she can fix herself.
SATURN: I MISS YOU, COME HERE AU
ex boyfriend!chris sturniolo & “ sweetheart “ aka ex girlfriend!reader
⤷ they had quite literally ran into one another on her first day of university. he was all flashy smiles and soft charm, she was timid glances and words dying in her throat, and yet she stole his heart. despite her being apprehensive due to him being your typical frat-boy the two fell in love, and they were solid. until they weren’t. but her last year of school places them both in a complicated situation, and their feelings only make it worse.
VENUS: I DONT FUCK WITH YOU AU
ex situationship!matt sturniolo & “ darlin “ aka ex situationship!reader
⤷ the arguments between them are loud. the air between them is charged, tense, and thick. the sex? ten times worse. they can’t stand each other but their sexual chemistry is undeniable. they’ve definitely tag-teamed a bitch before. she’s slept with the girls he’s pursued before he could a few times before and will definitely do it again. he hates her voice but loves her mouth. she hates his face but loves the way it looks between her thighs. they claim they’d never date each other, but are standing ten toes down and ready to fight the second someone else wants one of them. they’re not good for one another, but they never claimed to be.
