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Requested: Yes or No | Original Request 

Summary: You agreed to be his sugar baby when you and Steve agreed to have no strings attached in this relationship. Simple as it sounds, right? It would be if you weren’t in love with Steve Rogers, your sugar daddy.

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Sugar Baby!Male Reader 

Word count: 3.7k words // all mistakes I own

Warnings: +18, Angst, Fluff, Smut, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is in his 20s & Steve is in his 40s), arguing, yelling, false accusations, Steve being a dick, shower sex, rough/passionate sex, breeding, choking, pet names (sweet boy & baby boy), crying, guilt-tripping, mature themes. 

A/N: Alright, kinda running out of things to say in these notes. Although, I will be announcing I’m watching Captain America right now because why not?? Enjoy my loves!! Reblogs and comments are appreciated💙!!

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can someone help me find a fanfic... it's where Chris Evans and reader are childhood friends and like something went wrong in college because reader got jealous with Sebastian and they went their separate ways and timeskip Chris Evans is like a successful business man and reader drunkenly applies to Chris's company????

Could I request yandere merman x pirate captain reader?

Word count: 1.7k

Warning: body horror, gore

(An: more of a siren, but here you go)

You were born on the high seas; leadership and a love for the big blue coming natural with heritage your family fostered. Before you could even write, you had been giving orders to your fellow mates and winning their loyalty over the passing years; which is why when the previous captain met his demise you were the first one for the chair. Not long has passed since you came into power, but the ship had been running just as smooth if not better than before. It was as if the heart of the ocean lied in your hands; leading you to victory and prosperity for as long as you sailed its waves.

You were in your quarters when you first heard it – the alarmed queries of your crew. The morning sun had just woken and you along with it; groggy, yet curious as to what had them startled as such an over. You dress and leave the confines, the salty sea air whipping in your face. About a dozen of your men were crowded around something they had fished out of the water; confused mutterings still fresh in conversation. You head over; steps heavy on creaking floor boards and curiosity now raised. At any other time, their attention would be on you as their opposing captain, but your presence went unknown due to the oddity before them. You still couldn’t see what they were looking at, but your ears pick up on their rambling.

“What is it? It looks like a man, but…”

“Should we kill it?”

“How much do you think we could sell it for?”

“What’s going on here?” You ask, voiced raised over the commotion. Their focus finally falls on you, fear present in few eyes.

“C-captain..” One sheepishly remarks. “We didn’t mean to wake you. We saw a figure in the water, and thought it was someone drowning, but we pulled out.. that instead.”

The others move back for you to see. Tangled in a net was a man, or the top half of one at least. His skin was tinted blue, eyes like milky pearls. Scales ran down his arms and the sides of his face; fins poking from the locks of his hair and gills engraved in his neck and abdomen. His fingers were webbed; pointed nails at each end that dug into the floors of your ship – blood splattered over the claws. A fish's tail wrapped beneath him, attached to him by the waist and decorated with blueish green scales. He hisses as you stare, thin teeth exposed in defense.

“What in God’s name…”

“We haven’t got any idea either. Scratched up Peter real good when he got too close.”

You examine him longer. His tail was tangled in the net pretty well – most likely due to a struggle. You take a cautious step forward. He hisses louder, fins raised; yet he cowards against the wall of the boat. You realized what was going on by this point, holding your hand out to the crowd. 

“Someone give me a knife.”

The handle of a blade meets your hand, metal pointed downwards as you ease closer. You raise both hands in peace as you kneel to the floor.

“Easy. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He just watches you, hisses turning to small clicks as his eyes lock to you. They rise in pitch once more as you grip the net, but he remains still as you cut the net off his tail. Your hands gently grasps the side of it as you cut upwards. The scales are smooth yet detailed, like fall stones. The sunlight reflects off them, mesmerizing you with their warm glow. The sun catches in the once along his face as well. You don’t remember when your eyes met, nor how long you both looked at each other.  Everything’s a blur as his hands latch onto you, his lips on yours. They separate as his mouth opens, something small traveling down your throat as he holds you still. You give no resistance, limbs slack throughout it all. He eyes train on you as if waiting for something to happen. 

When nothing does, he smiles.

I finally found you..

“Captain!”

Your thrown onto your back, hands on your shoulders in support. Two familiar faces stand over you, muffled in their shouts of worry. The world eventually stops spinning, your composure returning as your ears stop ringing. You look over to where the creature rested, lurching over the side of ship; aggressive as before. His expression falters as he looks over to you – a final glance before he’s gone. You stand up with the help of your crew members, rubbing your neck.

“Are you alright?” 

“Y-yes I think so… We better get a move on the day. “

-

Noon rolls around and the day with it in full speed. You were heading to the closet land to stock up on supplies and deal with trades. You went a little off course to avoid trouble with others, but stayed close enough to where you thought you’d fly without danger. You heard whispers around the deck of the morning’s ordeal to those who missed it, paying little mind. It would be an interesting tale to tell someday – if anyone were to believe, but for now you wanted it to be the last thing you thought about. 

A storm rolls over the sky as time creeps on, tides rising as it kicks in. Thunder clashes within the darkening closers, your ship rocking through the waves. You weren’t far off the coast and had experience with storms in the past, expecting to riding it through as you had before and be on easy sailings to your destination. However, as your crew began to batten down the hatches and stow away loose goods, abnormalities sept through the cracks of your smooth operation. 

A hum was carried on the raging wind, clear through the roars of the natural disaster you found yourself in. It rose in volume gradually, becoming a sound without chorus at peak. It resonated in your head, but did little other than annoy you – your mates under a completely different effect. Many had dropped the boxes they held; some with a stronger will trying to keep others from jumping overboard. The ship drifted to one side, not by the force of nature, but an influence hand. As you slide into the wall, leaning over the side and to the seafloor below, you swore you saw a figure in the water. Multiple – to be more precise. 

Pearls lost in the waves glimmer in your direction.

You race up to the wheel, shouting in the helmsman‘s ear to turn around, but he pays no heed. You try to pry the wheel from his hands but he give resistance, you having to resort to push him over to get him off. You steady the wheel, panic in full force at the sight before you. Jagged rocks rose from the earth’s surface like a shark's teeth ready to chow down on the nearest fish. Land stood in the distance, a small island no bigger than a village. There wasn’t such a place anywhere close to where you should have been on your map. Just how long had you been off track? You look for the navigator, but he’s gone too. Before you can think of another plan of action, the first row of rocks meets the bottom of your ship, force blowing you off balance. 

You struggle to keep hold of the wheel, but it takes another hit your fingers slip. Your body slides down the floor planks, ship tilted further to the side from the damage throwing it off balance. The last thing you hear is the song's end as you fall overboard. 

-

My love.. My love.

The pain is dull; fading. Your vision blurs as you open your eyes, sun blocked out by a shadow looming above. 

My love.

Seagulls cry. The sound of flesh tearing from bone fresh in the air, the stench of decay even worse. You look down at your body, broken wooden supporting your right leg, held place by a white fabric dyed red. You shoot up, arms around your torso keeping you from going far. A voice cries out in joy above. 

“My love! You’re finally awake. I was so worried about you.”

You’re pulled to a slimy chest, heart hammering in its cage. You pull away, met with the love-struck face of the creature you saved early on. 

“What.. happened?”

“Your shipped crashed and so I saved you. Is your leg okay? I fed you another one of my scales so it should be feeling better now. Do you need another? You may devour them all if you need.” 

“Scales? What are you talking about?”

He grins somewhat bashfully. “The scales of my kind are said to have heal properties and bestow luck on whoever eats them, but the power was yours. Our ancestors laid a curse on them, so that the unworthy meet a cruel fate, or so legend says. Now, we only give them to those we see fit as mates. When we met earlier I gave you one. There was something about you made me realize how special you were.” 

He giggles. “Romantic, yes?”

“I need to get out of here…” You turn around, pushing against the sand to stand up; the sight before you causing your stomach to churn. A majority of your men laid on the beach’s shore, bones picked clean in some areas and left rotting in others. The water splashes behind you, one of the creatures having just reached its fill and leaving its remains aside. As it couldn’t get worse, the closest corpse to you had met a different end. Scales grew unnaturally over his body, jutting out of his open mouth and from behind his eye sockets. His hand was reaching to where your body once rested, his final act being looking for his captain’s safety. You shivered at the color of the scales, bloodied blues and greens that stole the sun. 

“That’s what happens when you aren’t a match.” The merman whispers, arms draped over your shoulder. Though that is what he claims, his voice darkens; disgust hidden on his face that was now pressed against your neck. He coos in delight. 

“You don’t need to worry about a thing now, my love. This may be our feeding grounds, but I can make it a home for you. I’ll never let anyone else near you. Human or otherwise.”

And They Were Roommates (Adrian Chase x M!Reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase (Peacemaker ver.) x Homosexual Male Reader (trans-reader friendly) For the pride prompt: Roommate thinks he is homophobic, because gay reader kissing men on the couch angers him inexplicably much. Turns out he doesn’t mind reader kissing men as long as the man whom reader is kissing is him. Rating: Mature for strong language and implied sex Words: 1732 POV: Third Summary: Adrian thought he was ok with his roommate being gay, but now he is experiencing some emotions that make him suspect he may be… homophobic.  Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. At some point Adrian picks the reader up, so this work might not be for all plus-sized readers, based on how strong you headcanon Adrian. Tags: fluff & angst, love confessions, gay awakening, Leota being tired of the emotional incompetence, reader likes to fuck, jealousy and first kiss

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yandere kyoya ootori x male reader ? where the reader is a new student and kyoya's new classmate

at first kyoya didn't really think much about the reader, but then there is this partnering project and kyoya got partnered with the reader. from that moment kyoya felt something weird in his stomach.

it felt weird . . but it felt lovely

he only got that feelings everytime he is around you.

a cute puppy love turned into some weird obsession

is this okay? also for the aesthetic,, red and blue? if it looks weird you can do only red or only blue

also have a nice day/night saku <3 !

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; Yan! Kyoya Ootori x New Exchange Student! M! Reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; Ah. . love? How shall I describe it to you? How should Kyoya describe it to you? He wouldn't like to describe it to you. It tears his apart to say such words, however, he doesn't understand such a indescribable feeling. Kyoya never experienced it, he believed that it didn't exist in his heart. So, why here, why now, must he experience it with the unknown exchange student? Kyoya, himself, could not even explain it a few years later. As he later remarked, " I don't know how to explain it, however, it is a dashing feeling to experience.'' With a loving smile on his normally nonchalant face.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; drugging (reader receiving), drug usage, kidnapping, unknown obsession, unwanted kissing, hateful words from Kyo towards the reader :((, reader coughs up blood :((

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ; LITERALLY COULDN'T ADD PICTURES, MY DOCUMENTS ARE MESSED UP, IM OGONAN CYRUF

I FORGOT TAGS SOTP: @4mzie & @suckmydickffs

Kyoya Ootori: a stoic, quiet boy who didn't care for such destructible feelings that would cause chaos in his life. Feelings such as love, and romance weren't. . ones he wanted to feel, he didn't want to feel such emotions, he wouldn't like to feel such emotions. If he did, he would try his best to disregard these horrible feelings.

Kyoya took his precious time getting to his Literature Class, ignoring the bustling students chattering about in the bland-looking classroom, his eyes scanning the crowd for nothing in particular, his dull hues traveling over to an unknown student, one he had never seen before. However, he couldn't take his eyes off of the boy. Something so. . enchanting about the stranger intrigued the ravenette. He wouldn't like to get to know the boy, so, why does he feel such a connection to him all of a sudden?

After only a few seconds of looking at the boy seated a few seats across from him, Kyoya realized his colleague was indeed correct about the boy's facial features, as his memory recalled, [name] was way more beautiful than a rose in the Springtime. [name]'s hair was tussled, but in a cute way, his eyes gleamed with curiosity and excitement, and everything about him made Kyoya want him more. Such unknown feelings occurred inside of his body, making his heart react in such curious ways. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction never brought it back.

Satisfaction never bought Kyoya back from the curiosity he felt as his heart fluttered in his chest. The undying thought of tying the innocent boy up, keeping him to himself, never letting him out of his sight, and forcing the vulnerable male to love him was such a ravishing thought that he couldn't get rid of. Kyoya couldn't get the thought out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't. With that being said, he grimly smiled at your limp body, waiting, eagerly, for you to awake. He was praying that he didn't slip too much morphine in your drink, and if he did, it would wear off, right? Right?

Nonsense! He couldn't dare think about something so troubling, so. . deadly.

Kyoya finally had you in his grasp, he wasn't just going to let you go! While Kyoya's mind was traveled elsewhere, [name]'s [e.color] hues opened softly, not recognizing his surroundings as his kidnapper's housing area. '' W. .where?'' Was all he could muster up from his parched throat, his arms and legs feeling quite caged as the rope burned through his skin-tight sweater, hurting him. '' You're awake?'' Kyoya inquired, coming back with a tray of food for the supposedly hungry boy, setting the steaming food on a small table nearby. '' Kyo-Kyoya? Wha. . What're you. .?" [name]'s eyes lids were lazily opening and shutting, making every movement that he saw different. His pupils still dilated as he tried to piece together the abnormal situation.

'' Are you still high? He must be. . He should be happy to see me! After all I've done for this ungrateful mutt.'' He hissed between his pearly white teeth, rage fueling up inside of him. '' After all I've done for you! You still treat me as if I'm nobody! We. . We're supposed to love each other, aren't we? This is how love is supposed to work! You're supposed to love. . me and-and only me! Why? Why are you acting as if you don't know me!?" A knife was stabbed through the wooden table, anger boiling inside of him yet again. Why is this happening to him? Love. . Love is supposed to work like this! Kyoya loves you! Kyoya loves. . you, and only you.

His naturally fixated hair was dangling in front of his pale face. [name]'s body couldn't react, his heart beating in his ears. Why was he here? He didn't deserve this. . He'd done everything right in his life, why is this happening to him? [name]'s heart calmed down, the booming noise in his ear stopping, his breathing resulting back to normal. [name]'s eyes faltered slightly, eyeing the unknown male. '' Ky-Kyoya. .? Wh-Why am I here? Wh. . What did you do to me?" The soft-spoken male coughed, making blood escape from the boy's mouth, dribbling off his plush lips. '' Aw, dearest! You're bleeding!" He exclaimed, racing over to you and dabbling a napkin upon the boy's bloody lips, worry crossing over his face. '' Ah. . I'll have to get you checked out. . .'' He mumbled, wiping the last little bit of the crimson red substance from your lips, '' You're really pretty. .Like, really, really pretty.'' His breathing hitched as he took in your enchanting features, making the space between your faces nonexistent. [name] wanted to retort, take his face back so Kyoya couldn't kiss him, but he could not do such the action he yearned for.

Kyoya ravished the feeling of kissing the vulnerable male, oh, what a loving romance story that he'll cherish for all eternity.

I'M HUNGRY!

He is an amazing husband, like, he does everything possible to make you happy. That's why you prepared a delicious dinner for him. He is not very picky about what to eat. But you are, always trying to eat healthily, fewer animal products in your meals, an aspirant a vegan maybe. What is funny because Syverson loves a good Texan barbecue.

Although... To be honest... You love good Texan meat down your throat, soft touch on your tongue, melting like silk inside your mouth. As said before, he is a good husband. He will never let you sleep without giving you warm milk.