#sugar!reader

[bradshawsvinyl]

Blue collar!Rafe x Sugar!reader

Blue collar!Rafe who can always be found wearing a vintage carhart jacket or oil stained dickies.

Blue collar!Rafe who always comes to bed smelling like oil and remnants of his tried and true cologne.

Blue collar!Rafe who pulls you into his lap after work, smelling like a long day and home.

Sugar!Reader who is nicked named sugar by Rafe because of her love for baking and the fact that she’s quite literally sweet as sugar!

Sugar!Reader who loves all things fashion, pink and girly.

Sugar!Reader who at the end of the night can be found curled up on her bed reading a book while waiting for Rafe to get home.

(taking prompts for this little au! i’m so excited pls send some ideas!!!!!)

[boxweggs]

(sugardaddy!price x reader)

“Price—this is too much.”

You stared down at the little velvet box sitting in your lap, still wrapped in the neatest bow you’d ever seen. Inside was a necklace that shimmered under the soft light of his study, delicate but expensive in the way that made your chest tighten.

Across from you, John Price leaned back in his chair, one arm thrown casually over the armrest, cigar glowing faintly between his fingers. “It’s not too much,” he said smoothly, a smirk tugging his lips. “It’s just right.”

You shook your head, heat prickling your cheeks. “You can’t keep spoiling me like this—”

“Love,” he interrupted, eyes cutting sharp and warm all at once. “I can, and I will.” He leaned forward then, setting his cigar aside, gaze locking with yours. “You give me your time. Your smile. The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. This—” he gestured at the box, “—is nothing compared to that.”

Your heart thudded painfully, caught between protest and the giddy thrill of being wanted so wholly. And when he reached out, tilting your chin up with a gentle but commanding touch, your breath stilled.

“Wear it for me,” he murmured. Not a question—an order softened into velvet.

And God help you, you hated how easily he made you melt.

[chriskissed]

❛ WICKED ❜ ⎯⎯ A CHRIS STURNIOLO x READER AU.

it must have been a mistake that you slipped through the cracks of darkwood university's intense vetting process. you weren't anything like the typical alumni that tucked themselves away within its towering stone walls ⎯⎯ they knew it, you knew it, and the target on your back practically painted itself because of it.

the blood oath boys were good about weeding out the weak, after all. just as good as they were at scaring off any competition to their unfaltering thrones.

you shouldn't have come here, you realize too late. the school that was advertised to you is so much different than the one you've wound up in. but now that the wildest of the blood oath boys has his eyes on you, there's no escaping his wicked clutches.

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# WICKED CORRUPT IMMORAL

tropes include chris sturniolo x reader & harsh x gentle & dark academia & dark romance & secret society & mystery elements & nsfw content, be mindful of this!

relevant tags darkwood university & wicked!chris & sugar!reader & wicked!chris x sugar!reader

wicked is part of the interconnected universe of darkwood university. corrupt and immoral do not have to be read in order to understand the details of wicked, and once posted too, the same applies for the other two fics of this world.

all characters of darkwood university will crossover into each storyline ⎯⎯ look out for them as they appear!

optional tags to follow regarding the darkwood universe corrupt!matt & red hot!reader & corrupt!matt x red hot!reader & immoral!vinnie & sunshine!reader & immoral!vinnie x sunshine!reader

# COMING SOON.

this is the darkwood university masterpost ! masterlist for each individual fic will be linked above once posted !

[nanaseo1999]

How will be ꧁ sugar!reader ꧂

❀ sugar!reader who loves to spoil the people she cares about — with sweet treats, surprise gifts, and endless affection. She notices the little details that make you happy, from your favorite candy to the way their eyes light up when they're excited, and she cherishes those moments like precious treasures.

❀ sugar!reader who giggles easily, her laughter like sugar crystals sparkling in sunlight, light and contagious. She can turn a gloomy day into something bright just by being near, and her kindness melts away the hardest of hearts.

❀ sugar!reader who wears pastel colors and soft textures, like cotton candy and marshmallows, come to life. Her presence is gentle but unforgettable, leaving a sweet aftertaste that lingers long after she’s gone.

❀ sugar!reader who bakes when she’s anxious, pouring her worries into cookie dough and cupcakes, each one a quiet act of love. She doesn’t always know how to say what she feels, but she’ll show it — with extra whipped cream, a warm blanket, or a kiss on the forehead.

❀ sugar!reader who loves slowly, fully, and without condition. She’s the kind of girl who writes love notes on post-its and sticks them in your jacket pocket “just in case you need a smile later.”

❀ sugar!reader who tears up during animated movies, hugs with both arms and all her heart, and always smells like vanilla and warm sugar—like comfort wrapped in a person. She’s the type to say “text me when you get home” and mean it every single time.

[boxweggs]

(sugardaddy!price x reader)

Burning cash

Your phone lights up across the room, chiming in.

“I’ll pay more if you wear it for me.”

You knew the sender without opening it…Price. Retired, rich, dangerous in a way that made your pulse spike every time his name appeared.

A shiver ran down your spine as you scrolled through the message thread: each request more daring than the last. Lingerie shots, playful poses, the kind that made your cheeks burn and your heart race. And each time, he paid without hesitation, his generosity wrapped around control like a velvet glove.

You bit your lip, thinking of the last photo you’d sent. The way his reply had come almost instantly: “Exactly what I wanted. Keep going.”

There was something thrilling in the secrecy, in the power exchange, in knowing he was watching—even if only through a screen. And part of you craved it, craved him.

When your phone buzzed again, his name on the screen, you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. Every time he sent money, every time he praised or demanded, it was a reminder: you weren’t just wanted… you were his little indulgence.

And the thought alone made you ache.