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writerbyaccident·a day agoText

Request: I was wondering if you could possibly write a Bolin x reader from Legend Of Korra? Please if its not too much trouble👉👈

Author’s Note: I finally finished watching legend of korra, so I will be adding it to my list of things I will write for!

There was no one Bolin loved more than his fans.

Pro-bending was such a nerve-wracking sport, one that incredibly intense from beginning to end. Things could go from ideal to horrible in just a few seconds, it was impossible to know just how a match would go. No matter how badly a game was going though, when Bolin heard fans cheering for the Fire Ferrets, he couldn’t help but take heart. Nothing could compare to what he felt for his favorite fan though: you.

The stands at the arena could be completely empty, could be filled solely with supporters for the other team, but so long as he could hear you cheering him on and screaming his name, Bolin would be more than happy. You never missed a single one of his matches, and Bolin never missed an opportunity to see you. At this point, he looked forward more to seeing you in the stands than he looked forward to the matches themselves. As far as he was concerned, you were his number one fan, and he was yours.

The very first time that he had seen you, you were just outside of the arena with a bunch of other pro-bending fans, waiting for the chance to ask for an autograph. It had been very early in the season, while the Fire Ferrets were still considered unknowns, so when Bolin waved to the crowd, he wasn’t actually expecting any of them to recognize him. When he heard your breathtaking voice call his name then, he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Bolin!” you had called out as you pushed your way to the front of the crowd. “Bolin, can I have your autograph?”

           So excited was he to finally have a dedicated fan of his own, Bolin had nearly run right into you in his rush to fulfill your request. Once he saw you though, staring up at him with those sweetly eager eyes of yours, he was lost. For a moment, all he wanted to do was to ask for your autograph, with your address along with it. But when you held out that piece of paper with a smile that Bolin longed to have pressed against his lips, it was all he could do to take what was being handed to him.

           “W—who should I make it out to?”

           Ever since that night, Bolin had taken careful note of you, scanning the stands and staking out the arena exits. He listened for your voice cheering his name, all the while wondering if you still had the autograph he had made just for you. He watched for you in the mobs of fans that crowded around him after games and searched for you if you weren’t there, all so that he could make sure that he still had your support, your admiration, your love. After all, what the hell was the point if he didn’t?

           When then, one night right before a match, Bolin failed to find you in the one place that you needed to be, he only barely kept himself from running right out of the arena to find you. Reminding himself fiercely that there was always a chance that you were running late, Bolin forced himself to stay put, but only barely. Could he really win, Bolin wondered, without his favorite fan there to support him? As the match began and there was still no sign of you though, Bolin positively tore through the other team, setting a new record for the Fire Ferret’s quickest, most decisive win yet.

           There was no time to celebrate though.

           “Hey, great game Bolin!” Mako told his brother, more than a little confused when Bolin refused to bask in the victory, instead choosing to just stare out of the window. “You want to grab a bite to eat to reward ourselves?”

           Not even looking over at his brother, Bolin made his way out of the ring, ignoring the cheers of his fans as well. Not a single one of them mattered anyway, Bolin knew. Not when you weren’t there. But that was alright, he told himself. It just meant that he would have to go to you, it was only fair.

           Now it was his turn to be your biggest fan.

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writerbyaccident·2 days agoText

           Shindo was an expert when it came to faking smiles.

           Faking smiles, forging laughs, feigning compliments, he could do all of that and more without raising the slightest hint of suspicion. He had to if he wanted to keep that well-loved, golden reputation of his. He was a charmer, always showing people exactly what they wanted, what they needed. That was how he had gotten you into his arms, by charming you until there was no place that you rather would have been. And Shindo was very invested in keeping it that way.

           There was another side to his act though, one that, even though he didn’t get to use it as often, he was just as adept with. For all of his skill in playing the sweet, friendly boy who was always had an upbeat attitude and a warm smile, he was still more than capable of weaponizing the opposite. As powerful as faking kindness and smiles was, Shindo knew that faking heartache and tears had a power all of their own.

           “Come on, baby, don’t give me that face,” Shindo whined, staring at you with eyes that would have been more fitting on a puppy that had its tail trodden on. Taking a step closer to you, he pouted, not pleased at all with that pitiful look you were giving him. As far as he was concerned, each moment that you spent with him should have been a happy one for you, especially since he could remember when each one had been.  

           They still could be, if you would just be good.

           You must not have wanted that though, Shindo thought as he narrowed his eyes at the sight of you trying to curl away from him. Apparently, you didn’t care about your relationship to do what was needed from you. You didn’t care enough, anyway. So it looked as though he would have to make you care.

           “You’re breaking my heart, doll,” he sighed exaggeratedly. “You know that, right? Why do you always have to make me the bad guy?”

           “That’s not what I’m doing. All I’m saying is that I haven’t seen my friends in forever, and you telling me to cancel on them last minute again isn’t fair.”

           Even at your insistence on that fact though, Shindo refused to drop the sad puppy act, choosing to double-down on it instead. Shaking his head in seemingly long-suffering heartbreak, he took your hand in his before you could even try to snatch it away and brought it to his chest.

           “You know that’s not true. All I’ve done is be the loving boyfriend you deserve. And all I’m asking for in return is for you to be what I deserve.”

           Faced with his dejected eyes and soft stroking of your hand, you hesitated to answer. Could it be that you were just being ridiculous, or maybe even cruel? Shindo was could be so sweet, so loving, so who were you to refuse to give him the one thing he wanted from you? Relationships were supposed to be about compromise after all, and yet here you were refusing to do so. Biting your bottom lip in a way that had Shindo struggling to hold himself back and to keep his wounded façade up, you wondered if you just ought to give in. Nothing would get better if you just kept fighting with him, you told yourself. And besides, considering how much he always showed his love for you, wasn’t it your turn to do the same?

           Coming to the conclusion that Shindo had known that you would, you deflated, resting your head on his chest. Unable to see how his pout had transformed into a self-satisfied smirk, you simply nestled in deeper as he began to stroke your hair softly. Any and all of your lingering guilt at ditching your friends once again was easily pushed aside when Shindo held you so gently, forming a heated trail of kisses along the crook of your neck.

           “Okay,” you murmured. “I guess I can always hang out with them another time.”

           Shindo just nodded in sagely agreement, not seeing fit to mention that that was what you had said the last three times he had convinced you to spend your time with him over anyone else. It wasn’t as if you needed those other people anyway, he scoffed quietly. You had him, and that was all you would ever need. Shindo had known you would see his side, you had just required the proper motivation.

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writerbyaccident·3 days agoText

writerbyaccident:

Request: Can you please do yandere Kirishima x reader where his darling actually has affection and love for him? Also your content is amazing, i love it so much. Thank you in advance!

           As far as you were concerned, your relationship was utterly perfect.

           How could it possibly be anything else? You loved Kirishima, you loved him with all of your heart, and he loved you with even more than all of his. He just couldn’t get enough of you, always wanting to be with you, holding you, kissing you, and you were more than happy to oblige him. You couldn’t say no to him, but more than that, you never wanted to. You were just as happy to be held by him and kissed by him and smothered by him as he was happy to hold and kiss and smother you. That was all you wanted, and that was all he wanted.

           It was a pity then, Kirishima thought to himself, that your so-called friends couldn’t see that.

           No, they were always trying to tear you two apart, trying to keep you from him, refusing to let you be with the one and only person you were meant to be with. Not willing to let them try to ruin the perfect relationship you two held onto so tenderly, Kirishima did everything he could to stop them. And much of the time, that meant trying to shield you from their toxic influence.

           “Mind if I join?” Kirishima asked, walking into your dorm room without waiting for an answer. Any presumption on his part went unnoticed by you though, with you practically leaping from the couch where Tsuyu, Jiro, and you had been sitting. Throwing your arms around him, you giggled as he spun you around, completely failing to catch sight of the flat, rather displeased looks on your friends’ faces.

           “Of course not,” you told him, gazing eagerly into his crimson eyes. “You know I’m always happy to spend some more time with you. I mean, so long as Su and Jiro are okay with it.”

           “Um, sure,” Su said, not knowing what else to say. Jiro though, as to be expected, did not have that same problem, opening her mouth to no doubt protest that this was supposed to be a night with just the three of you, only to swiftly be cut off by Kirishima, who was glaring at her from over your shoulder.

           “Great!”

           With that, Kirishima took your hand in his and promptly led you back over to the couch. Rather than let you simply sit side-by-side with him though, he instead pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms so firmly around you that you couldn’t have left, even if you had wanted to. But with absolutely no desire to do so, you simply nestled into his arms happily, thinking about just how lucky you were to have such a loving, affectionate boyfriend. About an hour passed this way, with you contentedly watching a movie in your boyfriend’s arms, while said boyfriend was content not only for that reason but because he had once again succeeded in stopping your friends from keeping you from him. So when Kirishima was forced to get up, he was nervous to say the very least.

           “Babe,” he whispered in your ear, “I’ve got to go to the bathroom, okay?”

           “Oh, okay,” you answered, moving off of him to let him get up from the couch.

           “I’ll be right back,” Kirishima said just before he left the room, ostensibly for your benefit, though he was staring at Jiro and Su when he said it. He was true to his word though, running faster than he ever had before through the halls in his eagerness to return to you. But when he turned the corner and came to the hallway of your dorm, he was struck by a sudden idea, and slowed to a silent stalk. Rather than barge in as he admittedly ached to do, Kirishima paused at the door, listening in closely.

           “We’re just worried about you, that’s all,” Su was saying as gently as she could.

           “There’s nothing for you to be worried about!”

           “Clearly there is,” Jiro snapped, “if Kirishima won’t let you be alone with anyone other than him for even five damn minutes.”

           “He just wants to spend time with me, which is what I want too,” you insisted. From the other side of the door, Kirishima nodded in prideful satisfaction.

            “But remember the other day during lunch, when he told you not to talk to Monoma?”

           “He was just being protective.”

           “But—”

           “That’s enough! I get that you two are just trying to look out for me, but you’re making a big deal out of nothing. Eijiro is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, I’m happy with him, and if you can’t deal with that then maybe you both should just go.”

           “No,” Su sighed, speaking before Jiro could say anything that would end up leaving you with no one but Kirishima. “We don’t want to go. We just want to make sure you’re happy.”

           “Then let me be happy,” you told her.

           Not needing to hear anything more now that he had heard your opinion, the only one that he cared about, Kirishima burst through the door. He wasted no time in taking his seat back on the couch and promptly burying his face in the crook of your neck, but not before he had flashed a triumphant grin to those interlopers you considered friends. He missed their returning glares though, shielded as he was by the love you shared.

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writerbyaccident·4 days agoText

           Love wasn’t something that you could run from.

           Hawks had told you that time and time again, reminding you constantly that love wasn’t something that just stood by patiently. No, it was something that ran after what it wanted, that refused to stop until it got it. In the beginning, when he had tried to teach you about love, it had been to let you know just how pointless running would be. It was to show you that you would never be able to escape him or his love for you.

           But it was only now, as you ran through the woods, stumbling over roots and skidding in the mud, that you realized the full truth of what Hawks had been telling you. As much as he loved having you with him—keeping you with him—his love was predatory, something that needed to keep moving. It was not content to simply soak in having you there, as wonderful as it was. Not when chasing you gave Hawks a thrill like nothing else in life.

           No, Hawks and his love needed to hunt.

           That was what you had realized when Hawks had set you back down on the ground just outside this forest, having left his apartment and the city far behind. Folding in his wings, he had reached out to brush a lock of your hair, his calloused hand stroking your cheek as he did so. Not quite sure what to make of either his actions or that gleam in his eyes, you had just stood there, awaiting an answer.

           “You get a ten-minute head start,” was all that he said, not offering any more explanation than that, not even as you stood there for several long moments. At first, you were only trying to figure out what he meant. Once you realized it though, you continued to stand frozen, unable to tell if he was serious. But then, after you took one step back, and then another and another, all the while he stayed in the same spot, staring at you with that same exhilarated grin, you suddenly tore off, not looking back.

           Exactly how long ago that had been you weren’t sure. Had it been five minutes? Or had it been nine? Was he already after you? Had he been this whole time? Were those crunching leaves and snapping twigs caused by animals, or by the winged hero, determined to make the chase more of a challenge by staying earthbound, considering how certain he must have been that he would catch you? Were those creaking branches simply waving in the wind, or were they being pushed aside by the gust of Hawks soaring past?

           Each one of those questions pounded in your head with each step that you took, and every other second you swore that you saw Hawks through the trees. He was teasing you, you could feel it, keeping his distance just enough to make you think that you might have a chance, when deep down you knew the truth. You knew it even as you tore through the undergrowth, pushed yourself past countless trees. It was unavoidable when his gaze was boring down on you from god-knows-where. The truth was that no matter how far you got, how safe you thought you were, his love would never stop chasing you, he would never stop chasing you. He—

           “Caught you.”

           His voice was just at the shell of your ear, so soft that at first you thought that you might have imagined it. But when you felt his wings begin to encircle you, felt his arm wrap tightly around your waist to make you turn to face him, you knew that it was over. Taking one look at Hawks’ hungry gaze, you knew that you had never had a chance, not when you were up against the full force of his love. And when Hawks saw that realization dawn in your eyes, too big for you to push aside or hide from anymore, his grin only grew wider.

           “That was fun,” he murmured, lifting your chin so that your lips just barely brushed against his, a predator sampling his captured prey. “Want to play again?”

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writerbyaccident·5 days agoText

           “Let’s share some things that we’re thankful for.”

           At the sound of Clark’s voice, your eyes shot back open, blood rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment when you realized that you had begun to doze off. Clark just smiled at you indulgently though, having found your sleepiness utterly adorable. Besides, he could hardly blame you for having to fight to stay awake, considering everything he had done. The enormous Thanksgiving meal he made, with each dish more delicious than the last, would have been bad enough in normal circumstances. But with how heavily he had piled all of the different foods onto your plate, watching you closely to make sure you ate every bite, you had been fully prepared to slip into a food coma as soon as you had finished.

Things didn’t stop there though. No, for when Clark thought he saw you shiver, he quite literally flew to the yard to grab some firewood (one of the perks, Clark had told you, of now having this farm that he bought just for the two of you was that he didn’t have to hide his powers), and before you could even think to protest, he was tending to an already roaring fire, one warm enough to send your eyes fluttering shut. You really hadn’t meant to start to nod off, especially when you knew that Clark expected your first Thanksgiving together to go absolutely perfectly. You needn’t have worried though, as far as he was concerned, all that your frankly precious reaction did was prove to him just how well he was caring for you, loving you.

“Um, okay,” you said as you gathered your thoughts. “Should I go first? Or do you want to?”

Truthfully, you hoped that Clark would volunteer to go first, if only so you could have an extra moment to come up with something to say. Of course, you knew exactly what sorts of things Clark wanted you to say that you were thankful for: his protection, his taking care of you, his love, him. And while there was a rather strong compulsion within you to protect the peaceful atmosphere, to say what you knew you should—to please him—there was also a part of you that was afraid of how he might react if he didn’t believe you.

“You can go first. Mine might take a while, considering how much I have to be thankful for this year,” the superhero chuckled.

“Well, uh, I guess the first thing I’m thankful for is this wonderful meal, it was really delicious. I’m also thankful to have a nice, warm house, especially since I know that too many people don’t have that.”

Rather pleased with your answer, you didn’t hesitate to let Clark take your hand in his, flashing him a small smile as he squeezed your hand affectionately. Assuming then that he was happy with what you had said, his next words came as an only partly-unexpected surprise.

“Those are good things. Is there anything else you’re thankful for though?”

“Y—yes, of course,” you stammered. “More than anything else, I’m thankful to have someone who loves me.”

Beaming, Clark nodded in agreement, bringing the back of your hand to his lips and kissing it so gently for a man with super strength.

           “I’m thankful for all of that and more,” Clark murmured. “I’m thankful to have found a place for us to be together without the rest of the world interfering. I am thankful that as Superman, I have the power to protect you, to keep you safe. I’m thankful that I have the privilege of caring for you. I’m thankful that you are able to see just how much I love you. But most of all, I am just thankful for you.”

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writerbyaccident·5 days agoAnswer

I know you posted “going soft” a hot minute ago but i absolutely loved it!!! It’s such a sweet and in character writing of Dabi!! And the requester was right, that’s not something we get to see often. You wrote it so well!!!

 thank you lovely, i had fun writing it!

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writerbyaccident·6 days agoText

Request: Hi!! I really love your writing, been a fan of it for quite a long time ^^. If it’s alright, may i request Overhaul with his darling that’s slowly opening up to him after getting kidnapped?

           Overhaul was always very insistent that you get a full eight hours of sleep each and every night. Your health, he constantly told you, was of the upmost importance to him. You were his now, after all, his to take care of and his to love. And to Overhaul, those things meant making sure that you were up to all of his standards. It had been strange, at first, letting him decide what you ate, what you wore, what you did each day. But he had worn you down quickly, showing you just how pointless trying to refuse his demands was, until him guiding you became as natural as breathing.

           So natural, in fact, that despite the hours you had now spent tossing and turning in bed, guilt still crept up within you as your feet met the floor and you slipped out of bed.

           It would be fine, you told yourself as you quietly made your way to the bedroom door. You would just explain that you couldn’t sleep, ask for a glass of water or something. Overhaul would want to know that you were having trouble falling asleep. And didn’t he always tell you to come to him if you didn’t feel well? If something was wrong?

           With those reassurances steadying your hand, you reached out and opened the door. Blinking in the light, it took you a moment to realize that Overhaul was still at his desk, looking over some papers, his mask off and resting on the desk’s surface. You couldn’t help but stare at the mask, you never could. The imposing beak always caught your attention when you saw it, though it was actually fairly rare for you to see it on Overhaul himself. He only ever wore it in front of you when there were others around. When you had asked why, he only said that you were the one person comfortable enough with to go without it.

           “You should be asleep,” came his voice, pulling you out of your thoughts.

           “I—I couldn’t sleep,” you said as you took a few cautious steps forward. “I was wondering if I could have a glass of water or maybe just sit in here for a bit.”

           Finally looking up at you from his papers, Overhaul took in your words carefully. It wasn’t often that the young yakuza boss found himself caught off guard, but this was definitely one of those rare times. It was, after all, the first time you had ever requested to be in his presence. He certainly didn’t want to punish such an impulse and if you couldn’t fall asleep anyway…

           “Tea would be better than water.”

           Rising from his chair, Overhaul walked over to the little kitchenette of the apartment you two shared in the Shie Hassaikai compound. When you moved to follow him though, he shook his head, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch. You did as he asked, leaning back into the cushions as he busied about the stove. In what felt like hardly a moment later, the notorious villain was standing in front of you, two steaming mugs of tea in his hands.

           “It’s decaffeinated, of course.”

You couldn’t help it, the irony of the sight was just too much for you, and your lips curled into a smile involuntarily. As he handed you your tea, Overhaul raised a brow at your expression.

           “What is it you find so amusing?” he asked, his golden eyes glinting.

           “Sorry, it—it’s just kind of funny, seeing you so…domestic.” Unsure as to how he would react, you took a sip of your tea and avoided his eyes. To your thankful surprise though, he chuckled.

           “I suppose it is,” he agreed.

           How long you two spent sitting together you couldn’t be sure, it might have been minutes or even hours. All you knew was that it was actually fairly nice, peaceful even. So peaceful, in fact, that you hardly even noticed as you began to nod off. Even when you felt Overhaul take you up in his strong arms, you barely stirred, only moving to nestled more deeply into his chest. Inhaling sharply, Overhaul looked down at you in fond amazement, almost unable to believe that you were allowing him to hold you without a single protest. When he finally reached your bed and set you down then, he couldn’t help but brush his lips against the tender crook of your neck, biting back a moan as he did so to keep from waking you. But as he stepped away, you half-consciously grabbed his wrist, murmuring something so softly that he almost didn’t hear it.

           “Thank you, Kai.”

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writerbyaccident·7 days agoText

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Request: If you are still taking requests could I get something with Toshinori. So sweet and sexy and just yummy haha.

           All Might was always so busy, but Toshinori always made time for you. No matter what his schedule was like, whenever you needed him, he was there in a heartbeat. Whether it was trouble at work, a recent breakup, or if you just wanted to hang out, Toshinori never even hesitated. The word blessed was not even enough for you to describe how grateful you felt to have such a wonderful, caring man as your friend.

           Whatever your feelings about having Toshinori in your life though, they were utterly miniscule compared to what he felt for you. Friendship was not what he felt for you, friendship was not enough for him. That need for more than friendship was what brought him to you today.

           “…so then his dog jumped up and snatched the dog right out of my hand!”

           “That must have been quite the sight,” Toshinori chuckled, nearly choking on the jealousy he had to force down at the thought of you being in the presence of another man. Soon, he reminded himself, soon he would make it so there would be no man in your life but him.

           “It was,” you agreed cheerfully. “But anyway, what was it that you wanted to talk about?”

           Halting his steps, Toshinori turned to face you, taking your hand in his. It felt so small, so delicate in his hand, yet somehow it fit so perfectly, he never wanted to let go. Even though he itched to speak, he took a moment to glance about, making sure that the paparazzi that had been following you two this whole time were growing closer, cameras at the ready. He made sure they had a good angle as he cupped your cheek with his hand.

           “I wanted to talk to you about—about my feelings for you.”

           “Your feelings for me?”

           “I know that we’ve been friends for some time now and being your friend has been the greatest part of my life. But I love you—far more than a friend—and I know that you can love me in the same way if you give me the chance.”

           “That’s really sweet, it’s just—"

           There was so much more that you wanted to say, but the moment you saw the cameras flashing out of the corner of your eye, the words died in your throat. It wasn’t just paparazzi anymore though. No, the cameras and the sight of the Symbol of Peace had drawn a crowd, a crowd that was already cooing over the cuteness of seeing their number one hero ask out his crush. And at that sight, guilt overwhelmed the words you had been so ready to say.    

           Could you really reject Toshinori? He was such a good person, and more than that, he was such a good friend. Maybe this really was the next step, you told yourself. Shouldn’t you at least give him a chance?

           “Alright,” you smiled bravely. “Let’s give this a try.”

           Grinning triumphantly, Toshinori spun you around in his arms, thankful that there were some things he could always rely on. The sun rising in the east, the power of love, and the press acting on tips about where they could get a juicy scoop on the country’s most famous hero would be spending his time and his new sweetheart.

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writerbyaccident·8 days agoText

           There was just something about seeing you like this.

           You were always beautiful, of course, always breathtaking. Whether you were dressed to the nines or had just rolled out of bed, you were still by far the most gorgeous, most captivating person that Steve had ever seen. But seeing you practically swallowed up within his shirt, having you stroll around his apartment that way, giving him no chance of ignoring you, that was enough to drive him out of his mind. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was what you were trying to do.

           As you walked back into the room, you somehow missed the way that Steve’s eyes instantly went to you, taking in each inch of you with no room for you to escape. No, you were too preoccupied with pulling and twisting the hem of his shirt, almost feeling as though Steve had wrapped you in his arms. Once you sat back down on the couch though, his gaze became unavoidable, and you certainly noticed how his blue eyes were threatening to devour you.

           “I know, I look ridiculous,” you chuckled, dropping your gaze to your lap. “It’s half your fault for being so absurdly huge though.”

           “You don’t look ridiculous, you look adorable,” Steve told you sternly, never willing to hear you badmouth yourself, not even as a joke.

           Heat rushing to your cheeks, you gave a small smile. Not sure what to say to say to your friend’s heartfelt reassurance, you just shrugged bashfully and wondered if all of the Avengers were this sweet. They couldn’t be, you decided firmly. You couldn’t see how a single soul, no matter how heroic, could even begin to reach the level of sincere sweetness Steve was constantly sharing with you.

           “Thanks again for letting me borrow your shirt, you really didn’t have to do that.”

           “Sure I did,” he said. “What kind of man would I be if I let you keep wearing a shirt soaked in boiling tea?”

           “A pretty average one, actually.”

           “I guess it’s my duty then to make up for all of the average men in your life.”

           “Well, I can’t think of anyone better for the job.”

           Now at those words, Steve froze, feeling as though his own shield had caught him in the chest, knocking all of the air from him. Glancing back over at you, he tried to work out what you had meant by that, if you had been hinting towards what he had been praying for so long now. Were you finally acknowledging just how perfect he was for you? How meant to be you two were? Those questions clawed at him relentlessly, refusing to cease through the rest of your conversation and through the movie you had come over to watch. Even when the movie ended and the dryer finally buzzed, they echoed through Steve’s thoughts.

           You, however, had no inkling of those thoughts that were haunting your friend, though perhaps you should have suspected something with the dozens of glances Steve was sending your way. You simply made your way over to the dryer while Steve frowned at your back, considering just telling you—begging you—to keep his shirt. The prospect of you having a constant reminder of him back at your home was just too tempting for him to ignore. He could just tell you to wear it home and to not bother rushing to give it back, then conveniently forget to ever ask for it.

           “Hey,” you called out from his little laundry room. “Where do you want me to put your shirt?”

           His mouth opening automatically, Steve was just about to tell you not to worry about it, when he suddenly realized the opportunity that he had been graced with. Lips curling into an earnest smile, he changed tracks with all of the quick thinking that the first avenger was known for.

           “You can just leave it on the washer,” he said. “I’ll just throw it in with my next load of laundry.”

           Nodding to yourself, you did as Steve instructed, taking an extra moment to fold the shirt before placing it on top of the washing machine. Once you did though, you sighed, knowing that now it was time for you to go home. As much as you usually looked forward to retreating into the comfort of your own home, there was a part of you now that did not want to leave Steve’s warm, caring presence. He just made you feel safe, protected, taken care of in a way that you felt neither by yourself nor with any others. You couldn’t stay with him forever though, you reminded yourself. You had taken advantage of his hospitality for long enough today. With that mantra repeating in the back of your head, you left the miniature laundry room behind, only to find Steve waiting for you right around the hallway corner.

           “You’re leaving already?” Steve sighed, wondering if there might be a way to get you to stay longer.

           “Yeah, I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go,” you said, almost sighing in return.

           “Just remember to text me when you get home safely.”

           “Aye, aye, captain.”

           With one last hug, one that you couldn’t help but notice was awfully tight, you waved goodbye to Steve, promising you would see him again soon. And as you walked towards the elevator, although you felt something pressing heavily on you, you had no way of knowing that it Steve’s gaze through the peephole, a gaze he refused to retract until he made sure that you had gotten onto the elevator safely. Once you did, Steve wasted no time bounding back down to his little laundry room, grabbing onto the shirt you had left there as though it was the only thing in the world that mattered. And according to Steve as he breathed in your scent with the desperation of a man with no air, other than you, it was.

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writerbyaccident·9 days agoText

Request: Hellooooo, I wanted to request a yandere dabi, stalking reader with purely no sexual desires? Maybe he’s thinking about wanting to cuddle with reader, or something cute and affectionate; I’ve noticed a severe lack of love with yandere dabi fics, just pure degradation and noncon, and it kinda makes me sad ngl

Author’s Note: Of course, sweetheart, we all need some softness in our lives sometimes, and that includes even the grumpiest of fire boys

           Already this night was going way better than it had started. Dabi wasn’t surprised though, not when he had found his way back to you before the night was even half over. Things couldn’t be going anything but great when he was standing watch on your apartment’s fire escape, looking into your bedroom and watching as you slept.

           Although, Dabi’s night hadn’t begun with such promise.

           No, on the contrary, he had started his night so far from you—much too far, in his opinion. Hunched over at the bar, Dabi had been nursing a heavy glass of whiskey, tipsily swiping through the pictures on his phone. Ignoring the chatter of the other league members, he scrutinized all of the photos he had taken of you that day, wanting to memorize every inch of them—and every inch of you in them—until he could pull them from his mind whenever he needed them. Whenever he needed you.

           His phone as close as it could get to his face without obscuring the pictures, Dabi gazed at his favorite picture that he had taken that day. In it, you had just gotten your usual morning tea, and once you had been forced back into the chilly winter air, you had clutched the cup with a fierce tightness and had brought it to you face, trying to absorb as much of its heat as possible before starting to deplete it.  You looked impossibly adorable in the photo, what with your tranquil expression and your hands clinging so desperately for warmth. Dabi couldn’t help but wonder how it might feel to have you so at peace in his arms, with your steady and gentle breaths pushing against him. He wondered how it might feel to have your hands so securely wrapped in his own, with the softness of your skin soothing his.

           Just as Dabi was beginning to slip happily into those daydreams though, the ones where he was finally able to take you into his arms and hold you close the way that he constantly craved, he was rudely interrupted.

           “Oh my god!” Toga squealed, peering at the pictures from over his shoulder. “They’re so cute! Is this your crush?”

           “Fuck off,” Dabi growled as he brought his phone close to his chest, not wanting to be forced to share you with anyone else. “Last I checked, none of that is your goddamn business.”

           “Ooo, that means I’m right! Do you two hold hands? Have you kissed yet? Have you used the l-word yet?”

           “Well, I know that I already used the fuck off word to you.”

           “Oh,” Toga gasped in sudden understanding. “You haven’t done any of that, have you?”

           “So what if I haven’t?” he growled.

           “You have to act on your feelings though! How else will they know that you love them?” she asked.

           Rolling his eyes, Dabi pushed himself off of the bar, not about to dignify Toga’s continued prying with any more answers, not even sarcastic ones. So what if he hadn’t done any of those things with you? So what if he hadn’t held your hand, hadn’t kissed you? So what if he hadn’t even touched you yet, despite imagining it countless times? Sure, Dabi might have wanted all of those things, bit that didn’t mean he would actually reach for them. He didn’t need to! Dabi didn’t need anything or anyone, not even you. He wasn’t some pathetically soft wuss who couldn’t survive without the touch of that one special someone. No matter how much he craved you.

           When he began storming off then, Dabi had only planned to move far away enough from the blonde annoyance so he could go back to fantasizing about you in peace. Maybe taking a seat at the corner booth would be enough, hopefully Toga wouldn’t be stupid enough to follow him. Hopefully she wasn’t stupid enough to keep pushing him about you, cause if she did, Dabi thought, his fingers twitching around the flames he could almost already feel, he might just snap. At least, that was what he had thought.

           “What’s the point of even being in love if you’re not going to do something about it?”

           Dabi froze at those words, though not in anger as he had expected. No, Toga’s pointed question did not enrage him, although he wished that it did. Instead, all it did was drain him. Rooted to the floor, all that Dabi could hear was those words echoing in his mind, piercing his heart with each painful repetition. When he was finally able to move again, which felt like it took hours but in truth only took about two seconds, instead of taking a seat in the booth, he made his way towards the door.

           After leaving the league’s hideout, Dabi hadn’t stopped to think about where he would go. He had just needed to leave, to get away from the questions that had seemingly been pried out from his own heart. All he wanted was to move, he didn’t care where he was moving towards. Perhaps then he should have expected—or perhaps he didexpect—that when he allowed his instincts to take over, the only place he could have ended up was where you were.

           And that left Dabi outside your bedroom, his face practically pressed against your window. The moment that he had reached you, had first caught sight of you curled up under your covers, he felt his pounding heart begin to calm, felt the burning of his blood subside. You were a balm to him, the only one Dabi had. Yeah, he might have a weakness for you, but he could handle it. So long as he could take these moments, ones where all he could see was you, Dabi knew that he could keep things under control. He just had to wait until he had gotten his fill of you and then move on. You were just a short-term craving, he told himself, one that would disappear soon enough, even if he ended up having to wait another two months or more for it to do so.

           At least, that was what he had hoped.

           But as Dabi gazed at you through that fogged-up window, his hunger for you refused to lessen. No matter how long he looked or how closely he stared, that ever-present desire to melt the glass that separated you from him did not budge an inch, staying firmly front and center where Dabi could not ignore it. His yearning for you, to feel your soft skin brush against his and to have you wrapped securely in his arms, did not weaken. No, it only grew stronger, until Dabi was trembling at the sight of you, trembling at the effort it took to hold himself back.

What’s the point of even being in love if you’re not going to do something about it?

As Dabi clenched his fists with all of the strength that holding back his most basic instincts required, that haunting question once again resounded through his ears, his mind, his heart. What was the point of holding himself back, he asked himself. It wasn’t making him any stronger, Dabi realized with a look towards his shaking hands. And it sure as hell wasn’t making him any happier. Why not just give in then? Why not just let himself indulge in you then?

Before he even realized that he had come to a decision, Dabi found himself clutching the lock on your window tightly, wreathing it in flames until it completely melted away. Unable to take any longer now that you were so close, he pushed your window open, clambering through it with all of the silence he could muster while rushing so much. From the moment that he stepped into your room, that he was able to breathe in your scent, your presence, Dabi felt himself be soothed. But still, it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t turn back now when he was so close.

“Fuck it,” Dabi sighed, climbing into bed beside you as slowly he could force himself. When you did not so much as stir, Dabi had no choice but to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close.

And with you finally enveloped in his arms, where he could sample the taste and touch of you as much as he wanted, Dabi knew that he would never be able to let you go.

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writerbyaccident·11 days agoText

Request: Can you please do yandere Kirishima x reader where his darling actually has affection and love for him? Also your content is amazing, i love it so much. Thank you in advance!

           As far as you were concerned, your relationship was utterly perfect.

           How could it possibly be anything else? You loved Kirishima, you loved him with all of your heart, and he loved you with even more than all of his. He just couldn’t get enough of you, always wanting to be with you, holding you, kissing you, and you were more than happy to oblige him. You couldn’t say no to him, but more than that, you never wanted to. You were just as happy to be held by him and kissed by him and smothered by him as he was happy to hold and kiss and smother you. That was all you wanted, and that was all he wanted.

           It was a pity then, Kirishima thought to himself, that your so-called friends couldn’t see that.

           No, they were always trying to tear you two apart, trying to keep you from him, refusing to let you be with the one and only person you were meant to be with. Not willing to let them try to ruin the perfect relationship you two held onto so tenderly, Kirishima did everything he could to stop them. And much of the time, that meant trying to shield you from their toxic influence.

           “Mind if I join?” Kirishima asked, walking into your dorm room without waiting for an answer. Any presumption on his part went unnoticed by you though, with you practically leaping from the couch where Tsuyu, Jiro, and you had been sitting. Throwing your arms around him, you giggled as he spun you around, completely failing to catch sight of the flat, rather displeased looks on your friends’ faces.

           “Of course not,” you told him, gazing eagerly into his crimson eyes. “You know I’m always happy to spend some more time with you. I mean, so long as Su and Jiro are okay with it.”

           “Um, sure,” Su said, not knowing what else to say. Jiro though, as to be expected, did not have that same problem, opening her mouth to no doubt protest that this was supposed to be a night with just the three of you, only to swiftly be cut off by Kirishima, who was glaring at her from over your shoulder.

           “Great!”

           With that, Kirishima took your hand in his and promptly led you back over to the couch. Rather than let you simply sit side-by-side with him though, he instead pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms so firmly around you that you couldn’t have left, even if you had wanted to. But with absolutely no desire to do so, you simply nestled into his arms happily, thinking about just how lucky you were to have such a loving, affectionate boyfriend. About an hour passed this way, with you contentedly watching a movie in your boyfriend’s arms, while said boyfriend was content not only for that reason but because he had once again succeeded in stopping your friends from keeping you from him. So when Kirishima was forced to get up, he was nervous to say the very least.

           “Babe,” he whispered in your ear, “I’ve got to go to the bathroom, okay?”

           “Oh, okay,” you answered, moving off of him to let him get up from the couch.

           “I’ll be right back,” Kirishima said just before he left the room, ostensibly for your benefit, though he was staring at Jiro and Su when he said it. He was true to his word though, running faster than he ever had before through the halls in his eagerness to return to you. But when he turned the corner and came to the hallway of your dorm, he was struck by a sudden idea, and slowed to a silent stalk. Rather than barge in as he admittedly ached to do, Kirishima paused at the door, listening in closely.

           “We’re just worried about you, that’s all,” Su was saying as gently as she could.

           “There’s nothing for you to be worried about!”

           “Clearly there is,” Jiro snapped, “if Kirishima won’t let you be alone with anyone other than him for even five damn minutes.”

           “He just wants to spend time with me, which is what I want too,” you insisted. From the other side of the door, Kirishima nodded in prideful satisfaction.

            “But remember the other day during lunch, when he told you not to talk to Monoma?”

           “He was just being protective.”

           “But—”

           “That’s enough! I get that you two are just trying to look out for me, but you’re making a big deal out of nothing. Eijiro is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, I’m happy with him, and if you can’t deal with that then maybe you both should just go.”

           “No,” Su sighed, speaking before Jiro could say anything that would end up leaving you with no one but Kirishima. “We don’t want to go. We just want to make sure you’re happy.”

           “Then let me be happy,” you told her.

           Not needing to hear anything more now that he had heard your opinion, the only one that he cared about, Kirishima burst through the door. He wasted no time in taking his seat back on the couch and promptly burying his face in the crook of your neck, but not before he had flashed a triumphant grin to those interlopers you considered friends. He missed their returning glares though, shielded as he was by the love you shared.

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writerbyaccident·12 days agoText

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Request: drider shigaraki? maybe the reader comes near his cave and his nasty ass just goes “smells like l o v e”

Part One    Part Two    Part Three    Part Four

           You had been running for a whole entire day.  

           The clearing Izuku and Toshinori had trapped you in was far behind you now, but you still refused slow down. You couldn’t, not when the satyr and fae lord might be just yards behind you. There was no rest to had in this realm, not when the magic its denizens possessed could allow them to snare you again at any moment, no matter how far you ran. The strong trees and gleaming flora that had surrounded the clearing where you had been kept had disappeared, leaving rocky ground and withered trees in their wake. How you had lasted so long you weren’t entirely sure, figuring that your adrenaline must have kept you moving. But after so many hours spent racing through the woods, you were finally losing steam. Worn down and exhausted, you continued to force yourself forward, pushing yourself off of the trees that you passed. At certain points, you stumbled forward over the uneven ground and thick roots with your eyes having fluttered shut, hardly even realizing what you were doing and simply moving out of what was now habit.

           Perhaps then, it shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise when you tripped over a particularly bulging root, leading you to half-stagger, half-dive forward and fully expecting to land face-first in the dirt, the surprise you felt at being caught mid-fall was enough to give you the energy to open your eyes again. And when you did, you found quite the sight waiting for you.

           Rather than finding yourself stuck in the crack of a boulder or caught on a branch, you were snared in something you weren’t quite able to recognize. Twisting yourself around to try to get a better look at it, all you could see was the glow of thin white lines in the evening light, as if the air itself had become cracked like a mirror. When you saw the lines quiver ever so slightly in the breeze though, you realized that the truth was far simpler. Glancing up at where the back of your hand was caught, you stretched out your fingers and brushed them as gently as you could against the threads to find that your suspicions had been correct: you were caught in a spiderweb.  

           Not remotely interested in seeing what the spiders of this world might be like, you moved to pull your fingers away, figuring that if you could grab onto a nearby branch you could pull the rest of yourself free. But when you tried, you found that you could only pull your hand less than an inch forward before the web snapped you back into place. Your heart quickly rising up your throat with each increasingly panicked beat, you began to thrash about in the web with all of your might, desperate to break the strings that now held you. When you paused though, you found just what your terror had bought you; you were now more entangled in the web than before.

           Just as you were internally debating whether to risk calling for help, a hoarse chuckle came from above you.

           Craning your neck back as far the spiderweb would allow you, you scanned the treetops, only to see nothing but shadowed branches and a quickly darkening sky. For a moment you wondered if Izuku might have found you and was now laughing at the confirmation of how you couldn’t take care of yourself without him, but no. The green-haired satyr’s voice was nowhere near that raspy, but more than that, while Izuku had kept you with him against your will, he had never sounded so predatory.

           “Stuck, are you?” came the voice again, his mocking tone even more clear now.

           “Apparently,” you answered, still searching your surroundings for a sign of whose company you were currently keeping.

           “Now how,” he said from somewhere above you, this time his voice being accompanied by some sort of strange clicking sound, “did a mortal from another realm end up caught in one of my webs?”

           All of your struggling to break free suddenly ceasing, your eyes widened. Shit, you thought to yourself. Shit, it’s his web. Desperate to buy yourself some time before he tried to eat you, you forced yourself to speak, though you had no idea what you ought to say.

           “Bad luck, I guess. I’ve been having a lot of that lately.”

           “It seems to me that your luck has changed for the better now. You managed to get away from that idiotic satyr and fae dolt, after all.”

           “How—how did you know about that?”

           Another rough laugh echoing through the eerie woods, though this time it was closer to you, you thought you heard one of the branches above you creak with movement. “I can smell them on you,” he snarled. “I couldn’t believe my luck when I caught their scent in one of my webs, so just imagine my surprise when I saw you.”

           “I’m sorry!” you cried. “I didn’t mean to—”

           “What do you have to be sorry for? Like I said, your luck has definitely improved now that you found me. And now that I can finally pick out your scent, I think that my luck may have been upgraded too.”

           “Please,” you begged. “Please don’t eat me. They’ll be searching for me, I’ll help you lure them here! Izuku and Toshinori—”

           “Don’t say those names!” the stranger hissed, sounding now almost as if he was right behind you, his furious whisper caressing your ear. “I don’t want to hear the names of any other males on your lips, especially not theirs. I’m the only male you need to worry about now.”

           “I don’t even know who you are!”

           At your words, that strange sort of clicking noise returned, accompanied for a few moments by a slight shaking of the trees, which soon transformed into a vibration across the threads of the web. Those threads shook almost right above your head, and you began to try to crane your head to finally see who exactly had captured you. But before you could move enough to spot him, his face suddenly appeared above your own. Jerking backwards in shock, you took in his pale, brittle skin that was speckled with scars, his lanky blue-gray hair that brushed against your cheeks, and those crimson eyes that pinned you harshly beneath their greedy gaze. That craving stare of his was so intense that at first you failed to notice anything else, but when he moved to crouch right above you, you were unable to ignore the hard, dark abdomen, one that was attached to eight spindly legs, ones that fit the web you were trapped in very well.

           “I,” the drider told you, bending those spider-like legs of his to move even closer to you so that you could not look away from him, “am Tomura Shigaraki. And I promise you, you will be getting to know me very well.”

           With that, Shigaraki reached down towards you, taking your wrists in his wiry fingers and pulling them away from the web with shocking ease, swiftly doing the same with your ankles. In one smooth motion, a surprising show of strength considering his thin form, Shigaraki scooped you up into his arms, pausing briefly to graze his fingers against your cheek. Before you could take advantage of your sudden relative freedom and jump out of his arms though, the monstrous man wrapped your wrists together with yet more spiderwebs, smirking down at you when you tried to break through them.

           “I’m not about to let my prey escape so easily, especially not prey that I have such special plans for.”

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writerbyaccident·13 days agoText

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           Nestled in the hidden alcove and concealed by the heavy drapes, Satan would have been more than happy to stay there forever with you. You were all that he needed in order to be happy, all that he needed in order to survive. Why would he ever need anything else when he had your body pressed against his? When your sweet scent was twining with his? When he was tasting you so greedily? No, with you all to himself, Stan was perfectly content right where he was.

           And as far as he was concerned, you ought to be as well.

           Satan could never understand why you ever felt the need to leave him, but he couldn’t understand it in moments like these most of all. That seemingly near constant craving of yours to be around other people or to be by yourself, to do anything that would take you away from him, even if just for a moment, was nothing but an obstacle to him, one that he would relish in destroying. But these thoughts were only humming in the background of his mind presently, kissing you taking up the most precious parts of his attention. Each brush of your lips against his, no matter how soft or brief, set him ablaze with welcome flames, until each drop of his black blood flowed with you.

           That is, until the rest of the world had to go and ruin it.

           “Shit,” you whispered between kisses, pulling away even as Satan followed you, needing to keep you close.

           “What is it? Are you hurt?” he asked anxiously, in part because he could not stand the thought of you being harmed and in part because the sooner that he fixed whatever was wrong, the sooner that he could go back to kissing you.

           “No,” you sighed. “I almost forgot, I promised Solomon I’d meet him for lunch.”

           “Oh, is that all?” Satan scoffed. “Why are you bothering me with that?”

           “Because I have to leave.”

           “No, you have to stay here with me.”

           “Very funny,” you said, rolling your eyes, “but I’ve really got to go.”

           Narrowing his eyes indignantly, Satan had to bite back his rage at the thought of you leaving him to spend time with someone else. You didn’t need Solomon, you didn’t need anybody but him. But how would you realize that—how would anyone realize that—if you kept walking away from him to be with people who weren’t even worthy of your presence? If he allowed everyone in the realm forget just who you belonged to?

           As much as Satan longed to tell you of all of this, to proclaim it to every being in the realm, he knew that it wouldn’t get him what he wanted, not truly. Instead, he kept silent and forced his gaze to soften. Cupping your cheek softly, he released an exaggerated sigh, pouting his lips ever so slightly before promptly burying his face in the crook of your neck.

           “Fine, but you can’t blame me for wanting to keep you all to myself,” he mumbled into your skin.

           “I guess not, but—shit!”

           Slamming your eyes shut in pain, you gasped as Satan bit down into the tender skin of your neck, leaning against the cold stone wall for support. You could feel his demonically sharp teeth digging into you, the shadow of that sensation still remaining even after removing his teeth with as much gentleness that he could muster. Briefly pausing to lap at your honeyed blood, Satan drew back to admire his handiwork, nodding in satisfaction at the distinctive bite marks he had left. Yes, he could let you leave now that the proof of his dominion over you was there for all to see.

           After all, everyone knew that showing was far more effective than telling.

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           Aizawa, if you asked his colleagues, his students, his friends, was not a very affectionate man. He wasn’t usually one for unplanned compliments or absentminded touches, not one for freely showing any tenderness to anyone who might ask. Although his students and fellow heroes would, if pressed, insist that he was ultimately a warm-hearted man, that side of him was one that most people never got to see, and even then, only very rarely.

           You, however, were the exception to the rule.  

           When Aizawa was with you, the man that others saw only as stern and guarded would suddenly transform into someone they might at first fail to recognize. You, on the other hand, had never known anything but the Aizawa who positively smothered you with tenderness and demanded that you do the same for him. But by now you had been surrounded by his devotion for so long that you couldn’t make sense of your small world without it.

           At the sound of Aizawa unlocking the bedroom door, you looked up from your book to see him amble inside, hardly even noticing anymore the way that his shoulders relaxed as soon as he spotted you, the way his whole being seemed to breathe easier. Though of course you could not miss it entirely, not when his first move as soon as he entered—before you even had the chance to greet him—was to scoop you up from the armchair where you had been reading and toss you on the bed, following immediately after to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close. With you laying against his chest, finally having you pressed against him after such a long day, Aizawa gave a sigh of relief.

           “Long day?” you asked in bemusement.

           “You have no idea,” Aizawa groaned into your hair. “Only the thought of you got me through it.”

           “Well, you made it.”

           “Barely. It took all of my willpower not to leave halfway through the day to come back home to you,” he mumbled.

           “I have to say I’m somewhat surprised that you didn’t.”

           “Heh,” he chuckled, working his fingers softly through your hair, “is that your way of admitting you missed me too?”

           Rolling your eyes at the question, you tried to ignore the jumbled answers that rose to mind, ones that couldn’t quite separate your resentment of Aizawa from the associations of tenderness that he inspired.

           “Well?” Aizawa asked again, stilling in the caressing of your hair. Despite the fact that he did not raise his voice, that he did not make one sudden move, you froze, instinctively recognizing the tight tone of his voice. Not wanting to fight—not wanting his gentle show of affection to end—you quickly nestled deeper into his arms.

           “I did. I wait all day long for you to come home.”

           “Good, it’s always nice to know that my love isn’t going to waste.”

           “Of course it isn’t,” you reassured him eagerly, tightly holding onto his arms to reassure yourself. “I would be lost without your love.”

           Knowing just how true that was, and how mutual as well, Aizawa did not answer, instead simply recommencing the petting of your hair, pausing only briefly to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

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writerbyaccident·15 days agoText

           Nestled in the hidden alcove and concealed by the heavy drapes, Satan would have been more than happy to stay there forever with you. You were all that he needed in order to be happy, all that he needed in order to survive. Why would he ever need anything else when he had your body pressed against his? When your sweet scent was twining with his? When he was tasting you so greedily? No, with you all to himself, Stan was perfectly content right where he was.

           And as far as he was concerned, you ought to be as well.

           Satan could never understand why you ever felt the need to leave him, but he couldn’t understand it in moments like these most of all. That seemingly near constant craving of yours to be around other people or to be by yourself, to do anything that would take you away from him, even if just for a moment, was nothing but an obstacle to him, one that he would relish in destroying. But these thoughts were only humming in the background of his mind presently, kissing you taking up the most precious parts of his attention. Each brush of your lips against his, no matter how soft or brief, set him ablaze with welcome flames, until each drop of his black blood flowed with you.

           That is, until the rest of the world had to go and ruin it.

           “Shit,” you whispered between kisses, pulling away even as Satan followed you, needing to keep you close.

           “What is it? Are you hurt?” he asked anxiously, in part because he could not stand the thought of you being harmed and in part because the sooner that he fixed whatever was wrong, the sooner that he could go back to kissing you.

           “No,” you sighed. “I almost forgot, I promised Solomon I’d meet him for lunch.”

           “Oh, is that all?” Satan scoffed. “Why are you bothering me with that?”

           “Because I have to leave.”

           “No, you have to stay here with me.”

           “Very funny,” you said, rolling your eyes, “but I’ve really got to go.”

           Narrowing his eyes indignantly, Satan had to bite back his rage at the thought of you leaving him to spend time with someone else. You didn’t need Solomon, you didn’t need anybody but him. But how would you realize that—how would anyone realize that—if you kept walking away from him to be with people who weren’t even worthy of your presence? If he allowed everyone in the realm forget just who you belonged to?

           As much as Satan longed to tell you of all of this, to proclaim it to every being in the realm, he knew that it wouldn’t get him what he wanted, not truly. Instead, he kept silent and forced his gaze to soften. Cupping your cheek softly, he released an exaggerated sigh, pouting his lips ever so slightly before promptly burying his face in the crook of your neck.

           “Fine, but you can’t blame me for wanting to keep you all to myself,” he mumbled into your skin.

           “I guess not, but—shit!”

           Slamming your eyes shut in pain, you gasped as Satan bit down into the tender skin of your neck, leaning against the cold stone wall for support. You could feel his demonically sharp teeth digging into you, the shadow of that sensation still remaining even after removing his teeth with as much gentleness that he could muster. Briefly pausing to lap at your honeyed blood, Satan drew back to admire his handiwork, nodding in satisfaction at the distinctive bite marks he had left. Yes, he could let you leave now that the proof of his dominion over you was there for all to see.

           After all, everyone knew that showing was far more effective than telling.

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writerbyaccident·16 days agoText

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           The very first thing that you heard that morning was the buzz of your phone.

           Stretching out in your bed, you pulled the covers over your head and tried to keep sleeping. But even as you buried your face deep into your pillow, you couldn’t ignore its relentless vibrating, until you were forced to push off your blankets and grab the damn thing. With no idea who would be texting you so early in the morning, you brought the screen to your face and frowned when you didn’t recognize the number listed there.

           Good morning, angel.

           I hope you had a good night’s rest.

           I definitely did, cause I dreamed about you.

           Frowning slightly as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you texted back, who is this? I think you have the wrong number. Hardly expecting an immediate answer, you pushed yourself off of the mattress, figuring that you might as well get your day started now that you were up and moving. But you had barely made it two steps towards the bathroom before your phone buzzed again. You were almost reluctant to see the new message though, wanting to pretend for just a moment longer that it really was your boyfriend checking in on you, making sure that your day started out with as much love as possible. So when you checked the next text to find that it was nothing but your full name, you had to wonder if you might still be sleeping.

           That’s you, right? came another text immediately after. I don’t think I’d make a mistake when it comes to you. I don’t think I can.

           A thread of anxiety working its way up through you, it brushed against your nerves and awakened them. Beginning to hope that one of your friends was just playing a joke on you, you started to type with your fingers slightly shaking.

           Seriously, you wrote, who is this?

           That doesn’t matter, you’ll find out soon enough. Right now, all that matters is how much I love you.

           With no idea how you ought to respond to that—and a large part of you simply not wanting to respond—you practically threw your phone onto your bed, having no desire to see any more strange messages that you might receive. Even as you hopped in the shower all the way until you ate breakfast though, you couldn’t shake the feeling of an impossibly devoted gaze refusing to leave you. No matter how many times you glanced out your windows though, you failed to note anything suspicious. There were no white vans parked in front of your yard, no strange figures staring up into your windows with binoculars. No, there was only the mailman making his rounds to each house and your neighbor Izuku pausing in front of your house to tie his shoe while on his usual early-morning walk.

As he stood up, Izuku quickly spotted you, waving with an eagerness that made you blush. He was always so kind, but now he must think you were such a creep, staring at him like that. Oh god, you hoped you didn’t just ruin things between you two. Izuku was just so sweet, even from the very first day you had moved next door to him. He was always concerned for you and your happiness, you didn’t know what you would do without him. Shaking your head in exasperation with yourself, you grabbed your phone and slipped on your jacket, your worries from earlier almost disappearing under the crush of your embarrassment.

           Those worries returned the very moment that you stepped outside though, with the buzz of your phone in your coat pocket, accompanied by that worshipful gaze once again pinning you under it. Biting your bottom lip, you pulled out your phone and forced yourself to open the message from the now-familiar number.

           You look so beautiful today.

           Nearly choking on the way that your heart had leapt up into your throat, you ran to your car, locking the doors as soon as you made it inside. Hands shaking with adrenaline, you tore out of your driveway in such a rush that you completely failed to notice how Izuku had paused at his front door to watch you go. A syrupy smile on his freckled face as he watched just how shy you could be when confronted with the devotion that you deserved, Izuku opened his phone back up, ready to send you yet more love.

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writerbyaccident·17 days agoText

Domestication (Yandere Alien x FemReader)

          You weren’t quite sure if you were supposed to be a lover or a pet. If you had to take a guess, you would probably say a little of both. Honestly though, that seemed worse than just being considered as one or the other; the fact that your captor saw you as both just made things even more twisted. If you had just been a pet, he might have been less possessive of you. But if you were considered to simply be a lover, he might have viewed you as a person, as something closer to an equal.

           That might have been too generous of an assumption to make though. However Crux saw you, it wouldn’t change the fact that had taken you from the only planet you had ever known to instead live on a spaceship where he was the only company you were allowed to keep. And it definitely wouldn’t change the fact that he had bought you as if you were some exotic trinket.

           When you had woken up on that trading post planet, your last clear memory that of being lifted up into a bright, humming light, the first thing you saw were the bars of your cage. That had been horrifying enough, so when you noticed the strange and otherworldly creatures you were surrounded by, you were just about ready to pass out again. All throughout what you assumed was a market you could see dozens of cages, many holding beings that you never could have imagined, while a select few were holding other human beings. Just when you were about to call out to one of your fellow earthlings though, only to realize that there was a muzzle covering your mouth, there came a banging on your cage bars.

           “Now,” said a gruff voice, one attached to what you could only describe as a bald, purple man with three eyes, “here we have a genuine homo sapien, fresh off of Planet 6173 and already implanted with a translator for your convenience!”

           Interested murmurs circling your ears, the peering crowd shuffled closer. Just as a few of them were about to reach their arms, tentacles, and other various appendages through the cage bars though, one voice rose above the rest, one that made you shudder with its calm, commanding authority, though you weren’t quite sure if the shudder was in fear or some other feeling that you did not want to consider.

           “If this human has only just left Planet 6173, doesn’t that mean that the owner will have to complete each step of domestication themselves?”

           “Well, yes,” the salesman admitted. “But having an already-domesticated human has its own problems. I mean, what if the previous owner taught your human bad habits? Or what if they spoiled the creature rotten? And even if the first owner didn’t do anything like that, there’s still the problem of whether, after already having had an owner, the human will even recognize your dominance!”

           “Then you can guarantee that this human will submit to its superior?” that same imposing voice asked, it being easy for you to recognize even without a face to put to it.

           “Oh, yes. So long as you are strict in your training and prove your power, any human will submit. It might take a little longer depending on the human in question, but every single one will become domesticated eventually, so long as you demonstrate that you are the master.

           “That is good to know,” the inquirer said, his voice growing closer as he made his way through the crowd. As he walked towards your cage though, you heard the other aliens surrounding him gasp and move away, giving him an easy path to you. And when he finally reached you, even the salesman was shocked, bowing deeply at the sight of his uniform. You weren’t as much intrigued by the uniform though as you were the man—if you could call him a man.

           Even though he was approximately seven and a half feet tall, positively towering over you, he was humanoid, at least, with his sleek, armored uniform showing off a muscled build that any human would find impressive. His two eyes had slitted pupils though, ones that glowed silver, and his skin was a dark seaweed green. And when he turned his head to face the trader, you saw that instead of hair, he had a thick mass of tentacles that refused to stay entirely still.

           “That is good to know,” he repeated, stepping closer to the bars of your cage, “because I will be purchasing this one.”

           “Admiral Crux,” the vendor exclaimed, “it is an honor to have you buy one of my wares. But I have much more high-end stock for you to choose from, creatures that are more worthy of someone of your rank and—”

           “That is enough,” Crux snarled, reaching through the bars to caress your cheek, his ravenous stare not one you could look away from. “If I wanted your opinion in this matter I would have asked for it. But as it happens, the only thing I want in this moment is that captivating creature. I have exhausted every vendor’s stock for weeks now in my search, and none of their products have captured my attention like this one. My mind is made up, she was meant to be mine. I must have her.”

           At those words, the deal had already been signed, the money already exchanged, with only the formalities remaining. Less than ten minutes later, your hands were shackled, Crux leading you to his ship by the chain he held tightly in his hands. Only when you two had boarded the ship did he take your muzzle off, muttering under his breath that “Traders like that should know better than to gag such a delicate creature.”

           That had been nearly two weeks ago, as far as you could tell while being out in the middle of space, without the rising or setting of a sun to help you keep track of time. Despite the challenges of adjusting to life on an alien spacecraft though, Crux had been easing you into things with his devoted care and strict schedule. As far as he was concerned, the best way to help you adapt to your new life was by showing what exactly was expected of you. So when he opened the doors to his quarters that day, he was sorely disappointed to see you all the way on the other side of the room, sitting on the bed you two shared and staring out of the window.

           “Little one,” he growled as he stalked across the floor. “You know very well that is not a proper greeting for your master.”

           Cursing yourself for forgetting, for losing track of time, you turned towards him, your eyes wide with a silent plea.

           “I’m so sorry,” you answered. “I didn’t realize—”

           Before you could finish, one of the tentacles at the back of Crux’s head began to extend, lashing out towards you. In what felt like a fraction of lightspeed, the tentacle had the back of your neck, the suction cups clinging to your skin. Without a word, though his silver pupils gleamed with anger, Crux lifted you up as though you were a doll and shook you roughly as if you were a naughty kitten that needed to be shaken by its scruff to learn a lesson. Lowering your head in shame, you wondered if you were.

           “I don’t want excuses. I want you to make it right.”

           Nodding both to Crux and to yourself, you lifted up your head to meet his eyes. As you stood up on the balls of your feet, the alien leaned down towards you, his gaze softening as he stared at you. And when your lips met his, he did not hesitate to reward you for your good behavior, enflaming you with a tenderness he reserved solely for you, his precious little pet.

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writerbyaccident·18 days agoText

           The very first thing that you heard that morning was the buzz of your phone.

           Stretching out in your bed, you pulled the covers over your head and tried to keep sleeping. But even as you buried your face deep into your pillow, you couldn’t ignore its relentless vibrating, until you were forced to push off your blankets and grab the damn thing. With no idea who would be texting you so early in the morning, you brought the screen to your face and frowned when you didn’t recognize the number listed there.

           Good morning, angel.

           I hope you had a good night’s rest.

           I definitely did, cause I dreamed about you.

           Frowning slightly as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you texted back, who is this? I think you have the wrong number. Hardly expecting an immediate answer, you pushed yourself off of the mattress, figuring that you might as well get your day started now that you were up and moving. But you had barely made it two steps towards the bathroom before your phone buzzed again. You were almost reluctant to see the new message though, wanting to pretend for just a moment longer that it really was your boyfriend checking in on you, making sure that your day started out with as much love as possible. So when you checked the next text to find that it was nothing but your full name, you had to wonder if you might still be sleeping.

           That’s you, right? came another text immediately after. I don’t think I’d make a mistake when it comes to you. I don’t think I can.

           A thread of anxiety working its way up through you, it brushed against your nerves and awakened them. Beginning to hope that one of your friends was just playing a joke on you, you started to type with your fingers slightly shaking.

           Seriously, you wrote, who is this?

           That doesn’t matter, you’ll find out soon enough. Right now, all that matters is how much I love you.

           With no idea how you ought to respond to that—and a large part of you simply not wanting to respond—you practically threw your phone onto your bed, having no desire to see any more strange messages that you might receive. Even as you hopped in the shower all the way until you ate breakfast though, you couldn’t shake the feeling of an impossibly devoted gaze refusing to leave you. No matter how many times you glanced out your windows though, you failed to note anything suspicious. There were no white vans parked in front of your yard, no strange figures staring up into your windows with binoculars. No, there was only the mailman making his rounds to each house and your neighbor Izuku pausing in front of your house to tie his shoe while on his usual early-morning walk.

As he stood up, Izuku quickly spotted you, waving with an eagerness that made you blush. He was always so kind, but now he must think you were such a creep, staring at him like that. Oh god, you hoped you didn’t just ruin things between you two. Izuku was just so sweet, even from the very first day you had moved next door to him. He was always concerned for you and your happiness, you didn’t know what you would do without him. Shaking your head in exasperation with yourself, you grabbed your phone and slipped on your jacket, your worries from earlier almost disappearing under the crush of your embarrassment.

           Those worries returned the very moment that you stepped outside though, with the buzz of your phone in your coat pocket, accompanied by that worshipful gaze once again pinning you under it. Biting your bottom lip, you pulled out your phone and forced yourself to open the message from the now-familiar number.

           You look so beautiful today.

           Nearly choking on the way that your heart had leapt up into your throat, you ran to your car, locking the doors as soon as you made it inside. Hands shaking with adrenaline, you tore out of your driveway in such a rush that you completely failed to notice how Izuku had paused at his front door to watch you go. A syrupy smile on his freckled face as he watched just how shy you could be when confronted with the devotion that you deserved, Izuku opened his phone back up, ready to send you yet more love.

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writerbyaccident·19 days agoText

Request: drider shigaraki? maybe the reader comes near his cave and his nasty ass just goes “smells like l o v e”

Part One    Part Two    Part Three    Part Four

           You had been running for a whole entire day.  

           The clearing Izuku and Toshinori had trapped you in was far behind you now, but you still refused slow down. You couldn’t, not when the satyr and fae lord might be just yards behind you. There was no rest to had in this realm, not when the magic its denizens possessed could allow them to snare you again at any moment, no matter how far you ran. The strong trees and gleaming flora that had surrounded the clearing where you had been kept had disappeared, leaving rocky ground and withered trees in their wake. How you had lasted so long you weren’t entirely sure, figuring that your adrenaline must have kept you moving. But after so many hours spent racing through the woods, you were finally losing steam. Worn down and exhausted, you continued to force yourself forward, pushing yourself off of the trees that you passed. At certain points, you stumbled forward over the uneven ground and thick roots with your eyes having fluttered shut, hardly even realizing what you were doing and simply moving out of what was now habit.

           Perhaps then, it shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise when you tripped over a particularly bulging root, leading you to half-stagger, half-dive forward and fully expecting to land face-first in the dirt, the surprise you felt at being caught mid-fall was enough to give you the energy to open your eyes again. And when you did, you found quite the sight waiting for you.

           Rather than finding yourself stuck in the crack of a boulder or caught on a branch, you were snared in something you weren’t quite able to recognize. Twisting yourself around to try to get a better look at it, all you could see was the glow of thin white lines in the evening light, as if the air itself had become cracked like a mirror. When you saw the lines quiver ever so slightly in the breeze though, you realized that the truth was far simpler. Glancing up at where the back of your hand was caught, you stretched out your fingers and brushed them as gently as you could against the threads to find that your suspicions had been correct: you were caught in a spiderweb.  

           Not remotely interested in seeing what the spiders of this world might be like, you moved to pull your fingers away, figuring that if you could grab onto a nearby branch you could pull the rest of yourself free. But when you tried, you found that you could only pull your hand less than an inch forward before the web snapped you back into place. Your heart quickly rising up your throat with each increasingly panicked beat, you began to thrash about in the web with all of your might, desperate to break the strings that now held you. When you paused though, you found just what your terror had bought you; you were now more entangled in the web than before.

           Just as you were internally debating whether to risk calling for help, a hoarse chuckle came from above you.

           Craning your neck back as far the spiderweb would allow you, you scanned the treetops, only to see nothing but shadowed branches and a quickly darkening sky. For a moment you wondered if Izuku might have found you and was now laughing at the confirmation of how you couldn’t take care of yourself without him, but no. The green-haired satyr’s voice was nowhere near that raspy, but more than that, while Izuku had kept you with him against your will, he had never sounded so predatory.

           “Stuck, are you?” came the voice again, his mocking tone even more clear now.

           “Apparently,” you answered, still searching your surroundings for a sign of whose company you were currently keeping.

           “Now how,” he said from somewhere above you, this time his voice being accompanied by some sort of strange clicking sound, “did a mortal from another realm end up caught in one of my webs?”

           All of your struggling to break free suddenly ceasing, your eyes widened. Shit, you thought to yourself. Shit, it’s his web. Desperate to buy yourself some time before he tried to eat you, you forced yourself to speak, though you had no idea what you ought to say.

           “Bad luck, I guess. I’ve been having a lot of that lately.”

           “It seems to me that your luck has changed for the better now. You managed to get away from that idiotic satyr and fae dolt, after all.”

           “How—how did you know about that?”

           Another rough laugh echoing through the eerie woods, though this time it was closer to you, you thought you heard one of the branches above you creak with movement. “I can smell them on you,” he snarled. “I couldn’t believe my luck when I caught their scent in one of my webs, so just imagine my surprise when I saw you.”

           “I’m sorry!” you cried. “I didn’t mean to—”

           “What do you have to be sorry for? Like I said, your luck has definitely improved now that you found me. And now that I can finally pick out your scent, I think that my luck may have been upgraded too.”

           “Please,” you begged. “Please don’t eat me. They’ll be searching for me, I’ll help you lure them here! Izuku and Toshinori—”

           “Don’t say those names!” the stranger hissed, sounding now almost as if he was right behind you, his furious whisper caressing your ear. “I don’t want to hear the names of any other males on your lips, especially not theirs. I’m the only male you need to worry about now.”

           “I don’t even know who you are!”

           At your words, that strange sort of clicking noise returned, accompanied for a few moments by a slight shaking of the trees, which soon transformed into a vibration across the threads of the web. Those threads shook almost right above your head, and you began to try to crane your head to finally see who exactly had captured you. But before you could move enough to spot him, his face suddenly appeared above your own. Jerking backwards in shock, you took in his pale, brittle skin that was speckled with scars, his lanky blue-gray hair that brushed against your cheeks, and those crimson eyes that pinned you harshly beneath their greedy gaze. That craving stare of his was so intense that at first you failed to notice anything else, but when he moved to crouch right above you, you were unable to ignore the hard, dark abdomen, one that was attached to eight spindly legs, ones that fit the web you were trapped in very well.

           “I,” the drider told you, bending those spider-like legs of his to move even closer to you so that you could not look away from him, “am Tomura Shigaraki. And I promise you, you will be getting to know me very well.”

           With that, Shigaraki reached down towards you, taking your wrists in his wiry fingers and pulling them away from the web with shocking ease, swiftly doing the same with your ankles. In one smooth motion, a surprising show of strength considering his thin form, Shigaraki scooped you up into his arms, pausing briefly to graze his fingers against your cheek. Before you could take advantage of your sudden relative freedom and jump out of his arms though, the monstrous man wrapped your wrists together with yet more spiderwebs, smirking down at you when you tried to break through them.

           “I’m not about to let my prey escape so easily, especially not prey that I have such special plans for.”

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writerbyaccident·21 days agoText

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           Even after spending nearly a year on Asgard, you still hadn’t seen very much of its otherworldly wonders. At first, Loki had told you that it was a privilege you would have to earn by accepting his love. Then, he had told you that he couldn’t have you wandering about before the Asgardian public until you knew how to behave as a proper royal consort. And even once Loki had finally begun to take you out into the city, he still claimed that the rest of Asgard was far too dangerous for a Midgardian like you.

           “I have spent an eternity waiting for you,” he would whisper in your ear, “and I refuse to lose you for an eternity more.

           After so long though, Loki had finally agreed to show you the marvels of the realm, conceding to your point that as long as he was with you, you were sure to be safe. Answering your argument with a pleased nod and mischievous smile, he soon began to prepare for your next introduction to Asgardian life. And now that you finally stood on the crystal mountains of the realm, overlooking the jewel-colored plains, you had to admit that the wait was worth it.

           “What do you think?” Loki asked as he walked up behind you, taking you into his arms.

           “It’s beautiful,” you said as you leaned back into his chest. “Thank you for taking me.”

           “Of course. Asgard is your home now, after all, so you ought to feel at home here with me.”

           Smiling at the thought of such an incredible place truly becoming your home after all of your time spent there, you let Loki pull you away from the view and back towards the luncheon he had brought for your excursion. He had ordered the kitchen to pack all of your favorites, along with a fine mead that he had selected himself. Pouring you some of it, he lifted the glass to your mouth, his emerald eyes gleaming in satisfaction when you made no move to protest, instead freely allowing him to guide the drink past your lips. After having spent so long eroding your rebellion against him, the hatred that you had foolishly clung to after he had saved you from that refuse pile of a realm, Loki felt that he was more than entitled to enjoy the fruits of his labor.

           When a drop of it escaped and rolled to the corner of your mouth though, Loki simply couldn’t resist the temptation that you had set before him. He had never been able to resist you before, hence the reason he had brought you to his home in the first place, but with the glow of Asgard’s sun around you and the simple joy in your eyes, Loki felt more powerless than ever to deny himself a taste of you. As you lifted a hand to try to wipe the droplet away, he froze it midair with merely a wave of his own, wasting no time in then reaching out with his other hand gently but still firmly cup your cheek.

           Bringing your face ever closer to his, Loki murmured, “Please, let me.”

           Without waiting for an answer, the god met your lips with his own, gladly drinking you in, so honeyed and sweet. It was only when your eyes fluttered shut that he let his own close though, both from his need to soak up your gaze for as long as possible and to hold onto his power for as long as possible. At your concession though, he moved forward in triumph, taking you in with more of the force that he desired, a force that soon left the both of you breathless. Finally breaking away to allow you a moment (only a moment, for Loki would not hold himself back for long) to catch your breath, Loki stroked your hair, smiling softly.

           “Now isn’t this nice?” he cooed. “Having this time, this space, all to ourselves?”

           “It is.”

           “Down there,” Loki purred, nodding towards where the city was glowing on the horizon, “I am forced to share you with the rest of Asgard. But here—here things are back to the way they should be. We will have to return soon, so I can I have you all to myself again.”

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