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♡ Warning: Female!Reader,Avengers Agent!Reader, Age Gap(Reader is in her early twenties), Lustful Thoughts, veiled desires, small misunderstanding, a little nsfw, Steve Rogers x Female!Reader,Steve Rogers x Reader.

♡ Note: I don't speak English so I'm sorry for any mistakes in writing.

♡ Note 2: This week I haven't stopped thinking about Steve Rogers, it's been a long time since I watched the films, I didn't intend to write anything about Marvel due to my lack of knowledge about the MCU but I wanted to put this into words because I can't stop thinking about this man, I hope that like

Steve Rogers, Captain America, the golden boy of the United States, a source of inspiration for many, an example of a man! But here he was, sitting next to you, completely still as a rock, nervous as a boy going through puberty!

This felt so wrong! You were part of the Avengers, the youngest of them. You joined the avengers when Loki began his attempted invasion of Earth, he vividly remembers your shy and embarrassed image when he saw you for the first time. You were divine, like an angel sent straight from heaven! You looked like a scared little bunny, but you was so willing to do your best to help them, it was admirable!

After that, Steve couldn't stop thinking about you! Thoughts about you flooded his mind, he thought about you basically all the time! Your eyes seemed to transform him into his old self, before the serum, he felt so embarrassed to maintain eye contact, he tried his best not to talk too much because he knew he would stutter! He looked like a teenager in love!

And as if things weren't bad enough, he started dreaming about you… Dreams so inappropriate that Steve felt ashamed of himself, whenever he dreamed about you he woke up covered in sweat, with a painful erection and often cold showers weren't enough. find a way, making him resort to…dealing with it alone.

After these dreams started, he couldn't come near you, be in the same room with you, or talk to you! Whenever you spoke to him, he could only stare at your lips, wanting to kiss them so intensely until you were both out of breath! Whenever you get close to him, he wants to touch you, explore every inch of your body! Whenever you're in the same room, he can't stop thinking about having sex with you right there! He feels like he is completely out of control! And that's why he always seems to be running away from you like the devil running away from the cross! And that resulted in the situation he finds himself in now!

You came to confront him! Your eyes were teary, you looked so hurt, Steve felt his heart hurt so intensely that he thought it had broken! He was walking down the hallway, returning from a tiring mission, when you met, but when you saw him he turned his back and started walking in the opposite direction.

-Mr Rogers!

-Y/N, this is not a good time!

Steve was trying to avoid you, he hates it! But he doesn't think he can control himself any longer! You run and stand in front of him, your eyes are filled with tears, your lips are pursed in an involuntary pout.

-It doesn't matter if it's a good time! You can't ignore me forever!

Steve wants to move away from you, but your hurt eyes make him freeze in place

-Mr. Rogers, I know I'm not the best agent that could have joined the Avenger, I know there were many who are stronger or more experienced than me, but I'm trying to the bone to not be a burden!

Steve feels a tightness in his chest, do you think it's a burden?

-Y/N, you are not a burden…

-So why do you hate me so much Steve?!

-But I don't hate you!!

The two of you raised your tone, a few people in the hallway stopping to stare, by God…

-Let's have this conversation somewhere else!

Steve grabs you by the arm and starts basically dragging you to the dorms, straight to his room.

You are sitting on his bed, in total silence. Steve lets out a sigh, as if he had been holding his breath for hours, gathering the courage to start a dialogue.

-I don't hate you Y/N…

-So why do you always avoid me? When we bump into each other you move away from me so quickly, as if breathing the same air as me would poison you to death…

Steve turns to you so quickly that it feels like his neck almost broke.

-Never! I just…

He turns his face, trying to escape your gaze

-I felt like I was making you feel bad…scaring you and I thought keeping your distance might make you more comfortable…

Oh God, what a ridiculous lie! But please believe it!

-I never felt uncomfortable with you! I'm sorry if I made you feel that way Mr.Rogers!

-Steve, I would like you to call me Steve

Steve looks at you again, meeting your beautiful doe eyes, shining and looking at him so sweetly, your face turned slightly red, you…were blushing?

-I…I like spending time with you, Steve…I really like it!

You placed your hand over his, your hand was very small compared to his, it was warm and soft. Steve feels his dick start to harden in his pants

Damn, not now!

-I, well…

-Please, you don't need to stay away from me, I promise I feel good around you! I promise I'll behave well so you don't feel like you have to keep your distance from me!

You get closer to him, looking deep into his eyes, trying to show that you're serious, but the only thing you do is make Steve's situation worse.

His cock is completely hard now, aching and begging for attention, your attention

-I… sorry for the inconvenience, I'm glad we clarified the misunderstanding… Um, I need… a minute alone, I'm a little tired…

-Oh! - You walk away -Okay!Sorry, I'll leave you alone!Have a good rest Steve!- You get up and leave the room, closing the door behind you.

Steve gets up, quickly going to the door and locking it, leaning his back against the door and sliding until he sits on the floor, he unbuttons his pants, freeing his erect cock and dripping precum, his hand wrapping around it in a firm grip.

-Fuuuck Y/N, what did you do to me? Why do I need you so much?

♡ Warning:Female!Reader x Male!Yandere, Male!Demon, Mention of non-consensual relationship, Mention of Ritual, Mention of non-con body touches, Being Haunted, Threats, Mention of non-relationship, Short Imagine. ♡ Note: I tried to write something about it, but I admit it was night and I ended up getting a little scared because I imagined too much, but I hope you like it ^^' ♡ Note 2: I don't speak English so I'm sorry for any mistakes in writing.

You shouldn't have gone to that party, you should have accepted that stupid challenge…

You were always afraid of messing with the supernatural, Ouija board, Bloody Mary or anything like that didn't seem like a good idea, but you still accepted the challenge of doing a supposed ritual to summon demons! Where were you thinking?!

The environment was all prepared, just like horror movies, the supposed ritual written on a folded sheet of paper with weird drawings, that would certainly lead to nothing, right?

Big mistake, things started the next day… Voices, Bizarre dreams, you no longer had a single second of peace.

You started to become paranoid, feeling like you were being watched all the time, you tried to convince yourself that it was nothing, but you couldn't ignore it anymore after bruise marks started to appear on your body after your bizarre dreams.

You can't deny it anymore, that challenge really summoned something…

You tried going to a psychic, but he was just a conman trying to take every penny from you.

You tried turning to religion, seeking some kind of exorcism or some protection, but that seems to have made everything worse!

Before, the supernatural phenomena seemed distant from you, but now the voices seemed to be whispered in your ear, making it possible to feel a kind of heat on your neck, and the entity that previously only watched you from afar are now always extremely close to you, enough to reach out and touch you!

In a desperate attempt, you try to contact this being, you redo the ritual and ask who is here, and what they want from you, deep down you didn't believe it would work and it really didn't seem to have any effect…

But, when you lay down on your bed, overwhelmed by the accumulated tiredness, you felt your bed sink next to you, but your body didn't seem to respond to your commands! Then a hand turned you over, leaving you face to face with completely red eyes, which were fixed on you. Your body had goose bumps and your breathing faltered, you were terrified.

-You're a silly little creature, aren't you?

The entity said in a sarcastic tone, his voice seemed distorted and deep, full of amusement, which did nothing to improve your panicked state.

-You summoned me to a pact, and when you got one you're trying to get rid of me? That's very audacious!

You feel a hand grab your neck, squeezing it, and you feel your breathing become more difficult.

-Too audacious… But

The hand loosens, and you take a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs as much as possible.

-I admit that your soul interests me now, I have already accepted your request and we have a pact now, so don't try to get rid of me…

The entity approaches your ear, speaking in a dark tone

-You are mine now, forever!Your soul is mine now! And if I have to kill everyone you love for you to understand that you belong to me, I will do it.

♡ Warning:Female!Reader x Male!Yandere, Male!Wizard!Teacher, Mention of non-consensual relationship, Mention of Love Potion, Mention of NSFW, Mention of body transformation (Non-reader), Mention of torture and death (Non-reader ),Mention of non-kissing, Age difference (Reader: About 20 years || Yandere: About 40 years), Short Imagine ♡ Note:I don't speak English so I'm sorry for any mistakes in writing.

When he closed his eyes, his mind was flooded with memories: His first spell, the first spellbook he read, the first potion he made, his achievements and his recognition. The feeling was still fresh in his mind, but it no longer seemed to have the same weight… everything had become so boring, being recognized as a prodigy, a great sorcerer, having his achievements recognized no longer seemed so interesting, on the contrary! It seemed boring and repetitive.

When everything became so boring, living alone became more attractive, not having to deal with people surrounding you, with their masks and words full of envy camouflaged with sweet praise and flattery… it was so predictable that it was unpleasant. So the Wizard decided to “retire”, live in a distant and distant village, where the peasants did not even know of his existence.

Life was peaceful, but the peace didn't last long… People started to appear at his door, sometimes to ask for potions and medicines, other times it was people who wanted to be his apprentices, and refusing didn't seem to keep them away, soon giving in the great mass of insistent and inconvenient people.

Becoming a teacher, he constantly had students circulating around his house and lands, insisting and insisting, testing his patience… They came and went, some couldn't stand his classes, his methods or his humor, which led them to give up; But he never cared, he was already tired, even in his 40s, he felt like he was too old for that (Although he hadn't even reached the age to worry about his age, since he was still in his prime, at least for a Wizard)

The Wizard didn't bother to keep names or faces, they never stayed for long, but you… you were different. When you arrived, asking to be his apprentice, he was as indifferent as ever, but there was something in your eyes, a flame so intense that it made his legs feel weak for a few seconds.

You were his best apprentice, you stood out in your small class of students, like a majestic flower that grew alone in a soil infertile with weeds. No matter what the challenge was, what his method or his orders were, you always dedicated yourself day and night to accomplish it, even if you sometimes failed, the sparkle in you eyes when he told you how you could do it or what you should improve, it was so intense that it could make anyone feel their heart miss a few beats.

He couldn't say when or how it started, but he wanted you, so intensely as if his life depended on it. One time he got closer to analyze a potion you were doing, he got close enough to smell you, you smelled like lavender and vanilla, it was so good he wanted to put his head on your neck and breathe deeply for hours, then From that day he recorded your smell in his brain, he can feel it when he closes his eyes. Another time, he found you sleeping under a tree, he knows he shouldn't have, but you slept so peacefully, you looked so beautiful, he couldn't help himself, he kissed you, and he felt like he was holding his breath until that moment, when he can finally breathe.

You had such soft lips, such a sweet taste, it seemed so unreal… He moved away when he felt you moving in your sleep, it was what he needed to regain his sanity, he left you as quickly as possible.

After that, everything got worse… his hunger, his desire for you were so intense that you haunted his dreams, every night he dreamed of you in his bed, it was so real… Your moans, Your heavy breathing, the softness of your body, your taste, your smell, the way your pussy squeezed around him. It was so intense, so real! He always woke up sweaty, flushed and with a painful and inconvenient erection that took a long time to disappear.

The Wizard made a decision, which would have you in his arms and planned in detail how to win you, but his plan was ruined before it was even put into practice, one of your colleagues, a young man your age, was surrounding you, making you laughing, touching your hands, touching your hair and then the Wizard felt his heart burn with fury.

You were his, his alone, and this disgusting little worm dared to try to take you from him? Of course he couldn't leave it like that…

In the following weeks, your colleague no longer appeared, and only he knew why; But with this little worm away from you, he could begin his plan and, just in case, he prepared something to facilitate his plan, a bubbling potion, Burgundy-colored and with a sweet smell reminiscent of honey, a few drops in your food, and in a few days you will think about him as intensely as he thinks about you. And as for your friend… well, salamanders have always been used as ingredients, but unlike the others, this one will have its limbs removed while it's still breathing…

♡ Warning: Female!Reader X Male!Yandere, Male!Sodier!Guard!Yandere, Delusional!Yandere, Mention of non-consensual relationship, Mention of nsfw, Short imagine. ♡ Note:I had thoughts about nsfw with a medieval soldier/guard, but I needed to at least put something about it since I'm not very good with NSFW stories, maybe if this has repercussions I'll write something 👀 ♡ Note2:I don't speak English so I'm sorry for any mistakes in writing. ⚠️ Minors please dni with most posts/follow ⚠️

Fight battles and wars that are not mine, live for a single purpose, the purpose of serving, the duty to the Queen and to this nation. Never before have I been so loyal to something or someone, living life in an endless limbo, without purpose or happiness, without duty or reason to continue living, existing as a long-lost soul, wandering in this dark and endless limbo. I was always good at obeying orders, doing what I was told to do, after all; I had no ambitions, values, opinions or desires, I was a shell of a man, so I don't understand…

That woman, who had just been entrusted with such a huge responsibility, taking care of an entire kingdom, carrying such a heavy burden that was placed on her shoulders without even having her wishes taken into consideration, could have noticed my presence. She looked deep into my eyes and extended her hand to me, offering me a purpose, a reason to live, not as an order but as a request. As if we were equal, as if what I wanted was important.

A warrior, her sword, her hands, her dog, I was all of that. Fight your battles, Win your wars, be your eyes and ears, be your most loyal dog, but I was flawed Serving her is my purpose, my duty, but my desire was to possess her. Desire corrupted me, growing inside my chest like weeds, gnawing at me from the inside, expanding and feeding on every little sigh, every little smile, every look from her.

I don't know when it started, but when I finally noticed it, it had already spread through my being like a fire in a dry forest on a burning summer day. My body burned in flames even away from her, my mind, corroded with profane thoughts, making me desire her so ardently. Your smile, your voice, your eyes, your touch… I felt haunted every time I closed my eyes.

I wanted to touch her, hear her voice calling to me, feel her tremors and fill her with my bastards, desecrate her completely, make her mine and mine alone. I know she feels the same, her kindness, her pity, it can be nothing but love, a pure love from someone who has never been tainted by the sadism and cruelty of life, who has never been desecrated by lust and greed, a pure being .

The queen must be desecrated by the world, but it's okay if it's me…right? Your most loyal guard, your most obedient dog, right? I can it,right? I have that right, I'm only loyal to the queen! She certainly agrees with me… I can protect her from the dark world, even if I end up desecrating her along the way… The queen will be alive and safe, the queen will be mine... Long live for the Queen

♡ Warning: Female!Reader X Male!Vampire,Male!Monster, non-consensual relationship, power dynamics (unbalanced) ⚠️ Minors please dni with most posts/follow ⚠️

♡ Note: I was feeling the urge to write again, but I didn't really know what to write So I did something about vampire x reader, I think I did something else about Dracula x Reader ^^' ♡ Note 2: English is not my first language, but I hope you like it :>

His icy hands touching my body, each drag of his fingers on my skin expressed his dominance over me. He was a hunter, and I was trapped prey… I couldn't escape, and even if I could, where would I go? There is no place in this godforsaken land that I could hide from him, the persecution, fear and anxiety in every step I take would only increase, and in the end… I know it would be nothing more than a game of cat and mouse between us , it's always a game for him.

Whenever I close my eyes, I can hear the noise of the flames spreading through my house, the sound of destruction that takes place, the sound of the employees being trapped in the middle of the flames and rubble, screaming for mercy… the sight of that very new creature and so old, scary to the bone but still as seductive as a fine wine made from the sweetest vintage, her mesmerizing eyes watching me from afar, just watching the fear take over my entire being.

I remember the feeling of the cold wind of the autumn night on my skin and the stinging of the branches that hit my skin and cut me, the vegetation hurting my bare feet. I remember the feeling of fear I felt with every stumble, the tremors when I heard the howls of the hungry wolves in the forest… and when I felt a glimmer of hope when I saw a distant, illuminated castle, running towards it in search of my life, with hope. desperately knocking on her door, which opened as if the wind invited me in, I was safe, I was alive… oh sweet god how wrong I was…

That monstrosity, that sadistic being entered that room lit by beautiful chandeliers made of gold, walking towards me as if floating.

-Look at you little mouse, are you so scared that you ran to the first house you saw, or was it your greed that made you choose this place? That made you enter my house of your own free will?

Defeat, that's what I felt… I went straight into the wolf's den…

-But of course I won't complain! You saved me the trouble of dragging her here! Such a good pet, isn't it?

I tried to run, I swear to God I tried, but he grabbed me by my hair and threw me against the ground, I felt my head hurt and my conscience wobble.

-Annoying little creature, you will not run away from me… what is mine will not stop being mine, and if you try-He towered over my fragile body and clouded mind-I will break every bone in your mortal body, but I will not let you die , you will live

Standing over me, he held my hair tightly, moving my head as he wanted, exposing my neck.

-You are my pet, a toy that I can play with and break whenever I want, I will discard you when I no longer want to play with you, so-he brought his mouth closer to my neck-don't let me get bored.

Pain infiltrated my limp body, I felt my remaining strength abandon me and my conscience betray me.

I was just a pretty doll for him to dress and play with, a doll for him to break and fix as he pleases, I'm not going to run away… I don't want to live like this, I'd rather die… But I know that if he kills me… I will come back as cold as he is…

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Who do I write for

Fairy tale Monsters/Mythological Creatures

(Maybe I'll add more, but for now I only write for those.)

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What will i write

Nsfw Sfw fluffy Angst Headcanon One shots/Shots Drabbles Fanfics(If I decide to create one or continue some one shot) Darker themes will be covered lightly. Yandere Platonic

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What I will NOT write

Paedophilia incest Rape(I'm open to writing a Dub-con) Gore / Horror / Dark Themes (Very detailed and/or specific) Zoophilia  Male!Readers / GenderNeutral!Readers(I don't write to them because I don't have practice and I don't want to make a mistake or offend anyone, I hope you understand.)

(Maybe I forgot something, but if it doesn't fit in any of the above and I didn't specify it, I'll let you know.)

➳ Lilly Gamine, Gamine or just Lilly;

➳ She|Her;

➳ Bissexual;

➳ 20 years old;

➳ English is not my first language (PT-BR);

➳ Minors DO NOT follow/interact;

➳ SFW and NSFW content;

➳ I write from a female perspective almost exclusively. I don't make content for male or gender-neutral readers as I don't want to make a mistake and I don't want to offend anyone;

➳ I can't think of where else to write, so I'm open to suggestions, however there may be situations I may not know about and/or cannot write.