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Brains and books

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This was Spencer's favourite time of day, when the library was at its quietest and the sun was casting a gentle glow over the old almost gothic structure. Spencer sat in the furthest corner of the old stone building, away from the few people that lingered in the space that made up the main room, his head bowed slightly to focus on the hardback book that rested against his legs that were clad in pale brown slacks. His attention was completely taken in by the inked words that sat atop pages that were stained with age, it was only when a flash of red flickered past the top of the pages that his attention was finally gifted to something other than ink and paper.

His brown eyes flicking up over the top of the spin of his book, his brows furrowing slightly when he was only face with the endless rows of dark brown that made up the wooden bookshelves that were home to more books than most people could fathom. His head finally lifting so he could take a proper look around him, his eyes traveling between shelves until he landed on a river of crimson that seemed to almost glow in the streams of morning sun that streamed in from the large windows.

The mass of blood coloured hair was attacked to a person, a woman to be more precise, a woman who stood with her head tilted as far back a she could to look at the books that lined the wooden displays. She was short, shorter than average and much shorter than Spencer, if he had to say he'd give an estimate of around 5 foot to maybe 5 one or two.

God he felt creepy as he allowed his eyes to wonder across the landscape that was this stranger, his brown eyes focused on her hair and flicker to the way her pale right hand reached up to push it away from her face every couple of minutes. From the angle he was sitting he couldn't quite see her face, only peaks her small portions of her profile whenever she pushed her hair away before stubborn strands fell back into place.

Her skin was pale, almost too pale, had Spencer wondering if maybe she was sick or had a condition such as anaemia. He could see small flickers of blacks and red on her wrist whenever she moved her hair, tattoo maybe and Spencer couldn't help but wonder of what and if it ha some significant meaning to her. He watched the glint of her ring, that adorned her middle finger with a golden band and a small green gem, as she reached her hand up towards a book on a higher shelf before she paused. Spencer's head tilting ever so slightly to the side as he waited to see why she stopped when suddenly, blue met brown.

Balloon flowers. That's what shade of blue that her eyes reminded him off, he'd seen them once in a book and had been memorised by just how blue the flower naturally was. Her eyes were large but not unsettlingly so, more like a doll rather than a bug like most people would think but her nose was small and sat perfectly straight n the centre of her face. Her cheeks were rounded and slightly chubby but it wasn't unattractive on her, her lips were plump and seemed it be stained a natural red that was shined with what looked like a sticky gloss.

She was attractive, at least to Spencer, even with her rosy cheeks and the slight acne that marked her pale face. She was cute and pretty all at the same time and oh god he was still staring at her. He cleared his throat too hide the awkwardness that filled his veins as he quickly averted his eyes back to his book, trying desperately to focus on that and not the soft foot steps coming his way.

"I'm so sorry but do you think you could help me?"

Those words were spoken in a quiet whisper by his left, the Scottish accent clinging to every word that left gloss stained lips. Spencer could hear his heart beating against his ribs as he lifted his head slowly to look at her, his eyes meeting a set of white teeth sinking into sensitive red flesh as she nervously chewed her lower lip.

"Y-you just....you're taller than me and I'm struggling a bit, I'm so sorry for bothering you"

Spencer could sense the nervous before he heard them, the slight stutter and the way she seemed so genuine in her apology just made her all the cuter in Spencer's mind. He parted his lips as he tried to think of a way to reply, Spencer had never been this distracted by the way someone looked before but if she didn't put even the divine to shame especially up close.

All he could do was nod before he was putting his book down on the oak table in front of him and pulling himself out of the old arm chair he'd found home in while he read. He could still feel her presents as she trailed behind him while he walked towards the book shelf that had been stood in front of. Cherry blossom, that was the scent of her perfume, it was faint but stuck in Spencer's nose like he wanted to suffocate in it.

He cocked his head over his shoulder, waiting for her to tell him what book she had wanted. Of course he had a faint idea due to how long he had watched her but that would be creepy and he wanted to hear her voice again. Spencer would of thought he was having a heart attack if he didn't know any better when she smiled, it lit up her entire face and made the colour of her eyes almost see lighter and god he'd do anything to see it again.

He followed the slender manicured finger a she pointed to the one she had wanted, her nails were painted a pale pink with small bows by the cuticles. She had pointed to an old first addition of Edgar Allen Poe's poems, a book that had feature more of his almost romantic style poems. He could feel the way her eyes trailed over his arm and stayed focused on his hand as he reached up and pulled the book carefully from its home.

Their hands brushed as Spencer turned to fully face her and hand over the book but Spencer kept a slight grip on it as he felt her wrapped around the hardback, his brown eyes staring into hers as her blue eyes met his with confusion.

"Spencer, my name is Spencer...."

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Lord Morpheus

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Tik Tok Tik Tok Tik Tok, god that noise grew more and more incessant the longer that your bloodshot eyes stared up at the ceiling above your bed, your eyes catching on every crack in the paint and every slightly patchy imperfection that adored the white mass. Maybe you could paint it black, add some glow in the dark stars to simulate the night sky outside and then maybe, just maybe your mind will finally shut off and let you sleep.

With a sigh your eyes drifted over to the old bound book resting on your desk, surrounded by loose lavender, teas and any other thing you could think of to try to put you to sleep. A book that had been gifted to you by your grandmother when she saw the bags under your eyes, telling you that The God was an understanding man and would help...what a load of shit. The bed almost howls in protest as you sit up, like it had read your mind and was begging you not to follow through with the plan that was beginning to form. After a few moments you'd made up your mind, ignoring the shiver that hits your bare legs as you swing them over the edge of your bed before standing, your steps focused and with purpose as you make your way towards the book ready to see how truly understanding he was.

"Morpheus"

The name was inked in the darkest black on the top of the discoloured paper, paper you're sure was probably once white, the words on the page were bold and curved into the prettiest cursive that had you straining your eyes slightly to read in your exhausted haze. Although it wasn't the words on the page that caught your attention, it was the most hauntingly beautiful set of dark grey, almost black, eyes that you had ever seen. They seemed to stare into your soul despite only being ink on paper, the owner of the eyes being Morpheus, The God of Sleep, that you swore was out to get you. The God that you had long since ignored instead of getting help from, thinking that you didn't need some man to put you to sleep although it seems he might be the only way out of your endless nights.

Perhaps if you had been smarted or even just more awake then you would of realized that the God of Sleep was a logical being and nothing he did came without reason especially when it came to keep pretty things awake.

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His dreamer was stronger than he could of thought, months he had waited for her to finally give in and pray to the skies above for his help but she refused, she just kept trying new things even if they only gave her an hour or so of solace. Alas though Morpheus was anything if not patient, he wouldn't put so much effort into making sure you needed him if he wasn't.

He paused with the wine halfway to his parted lips, dark eyes focused on the moonlit bedroom in front of him as he watched her finally make her way over to the old book that had been left to become part of the wooden desk it sat on. Now yes while he was patient he couldn't help but straighten his spine as he watched her, sucking in a breath that was nothing more than a hiss between his teeth as he watched her finger trace over his inked jaw.

It was almost predatory the smirk that graced his lips as he watched the feelings unfold on her face, his long inky black hair falling messily in front of his eyes as he leaned closer like he was trying to hear her darkest thoughts. All she had to do was beg for him, beg him to finally put her to sleep, he didn't understand why she was so resistant to that? Didn't she know that he could give her the most...pleasurable dreams she had ever known? Preferably staring him.

His knuckles turned white around the stem of his glass as he watched her, dark eyes trained on the way she drags her bottom lip between her teeth while she debates her options not realizing that he is truly the only option she has, just the way he wanted it. That's all he ever wanted from the moment he saw her, for her to only ever need him, to be completely his.

Morpheus couldn't stop the deranged laugh that escaped him if he tried the moment he heard her sweet voice beg from him, moving as quick as the night itself he appeared before her, ready to finally take what rightful belonged to him.

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Lord Hephaestus

The gods had been disgusted with him from the moment his divine existence was brought onto this world, Athena downright cruel in the way she spoke of what would come to be known as the God of fire. Even his own mother, Khione: the goddess of snow, had squeezed her eyes closed in prayer as she looked on at the burnt flesh that riddled the young God. 

When he had become of age his father had cast him from Olympus in disgust, no longer willing to deal with the disfigured, short tempered fire God. The God had let the heavens know of his wrath when he was forced to settle down among mortals to grant his followers wishes. He become known to be a God full of anger and resentment, if you wanted someone to burn then he was your God. He angered the Gods with his reckless and harsh punishments, making it known that he was fully willing to burn the world they created. 

Dabi was used to people barging their way into his temple, voices loud and full of anger demanding he seek out to destroy someone or something. Demanding a raging fire to seek out the person the mortals had decided their anger was most deserving of, Dabi always watched with the same sickening smirk and a fully willing nature to destroy anything in the means of angering the other Gods. 

That’s why he was more than a little surprised when you had wandered into his temple, eyes wide and doe like as you looked around in fascination. Your hands clutched a small woven basket close to you, filled with different fruits, oils and flowers as you took more shy almost shaky steps into the temple. 

Cold, glaring blue eyes followed your every move as you finally stopped before his statute, waiting for your pretty shining lips to curl up in disgust as you gazed at the marble that formed his disfigured face and body. He waited for it but it never came, your eyes stayed gleaming with admiration and warmth as you gazed up at it, head tilted to the side as your lips pulled into the softest sweetest smile he’d ever seen. 

His head tilted slight to the side, raven hair falling over his scarred cheek as he watched one of your smaller hands let go of the basket and reach out to trace one of the burns carved into the marble chest, his chest flexing at the touch like you were actually touching him. Your touch was delicate and almost...loving as you gently trailed one of your fingers over the edge of the burn on his stomach. Your eyes followed your movements with such conviction like this was your entire purpose, you touched his stature so softly like he was made of glass. 

He watched as your perfect manicured nails gently follow one of the carved stables as your face changed. His breathing became baited as he waited for you to finally be disgusted with him, only to watch the worry fill your beautiful eyes as your lips pulled into a small pout. 

Everything Dabi had fell apart as he heard the words “oh my baby, my poor baby” leave your lip gloss covered lips. It was such a simple statement, a statement that should of sent so much anger through with just how fucking pompous it was but when she said it with nothing but pure untainted care...he just couldn’t stop the feeling that wrecked through his heart. 

His breathing could probably be heard from Olympus as he leaned closer, desperate to get closer to you as you took a small step back. His heart raced like a wild animal, he was fully willing to grab you if you tired to leave at that point, he watched as you innocently held up your little basket. Your face now shining with warmth and happiness as your sweet, honeyed voice filled his ears and danced in his mind. 

“I tried really hard to bring you things that you would like my Lord but the scriptures of you are very limited so I hope I at least brought one thing you’d enjoy” 

Fuck, the way you looked up at his stature really did something to him, your eyes large and innocent and if it wasn’t just downright sinful the way you called him your lord. He teeth broke apart his lower lip as he watched you gently place everything at the alter that sat by his feet, loving the way you looked on your knees before him. Fuck may his father smite him if he wasn’t thinking about filling your mouth with something less than angelic. 

Dabi had never been so close to anything that could be considered this angelic because Gods know that none of them are. He knew the moment that your clueless self had decided to spare a modicum of kindness to someone like him that one way or another you would end up in his arms, destined to burn the world with him. 

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19 days, 6 hours and 48 minutes it had been since Dabi first saw you. 19 days, 6 hours and 48 minutes since he decided that you belonged to him and 19 days, 6 hours and 48 minutes since Dabi had decided to keep a close eye on you. 

He watched with a fury like no other as you went about your life when you weren’t visiting him, conversing with other people when all you should be doing was sitting pretty at his feet, taking his cock in any hole he desired whenever he told you too.  He hated whenever he saw you talking to another mortal but especially men, no one could taint the only right thing the Gods had done...no one but him of course. 

It had been another one of those times where he had watched you converse with another mortal man before deciding to make your way home. Cute little heels making the sweetest sound as you skipped into the darkened ally way, pretty head not even aware of the danger that you had just put yourself in. Dress flowing in the light breeze as you skipped down into the darkness, humming a sweet little tune to yourself. 

All it took was a moment, nothing more than a single moment of jealousy, for Dabi to make his choice before he was slamming his fist into the back of your head and catching your falling body, scarred lips whispering the quietest apologies into your ear. Deep whispers of “I’m sorry baby, it had to be done”.  His hearting fighting between racing at the sight he caught of your panties and the feeling of your skin rubbing lightly against his clothes or the calm that washed over him at the feeling of finally having you in his arms. 

Blue eyes almost lightening up at the sight of your peaceful face as you laid in his arms but he picked you up, a certain thought flying through his mind as he held you like a bride and made his way back to his temple. Scarred hands shaking lightly as they held you, fingers digging into your skin like if he loosened his grip then you would disappear. 

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Dabi was never know for his patience or for being a God of much faith so it didn’t faze him when his patience wore thin and he could no longer keep his hands to himself, completely fed up with waiting for you to wake up. Callous fingers gently trailing their way over the smooth, plush skin of your leg as blue eyes trained on your face for any sign of movement. His touch only just ghosting over your skin, not wanting you to wake up so soon into his fun.

His movements soon getting bolder when he saw how peacefully you slept on even in the wake of his touch, his fingers trailing higher up your leg until they reached the softness of your thick inner thigh. Dabi couldn’t hold back the smirk that took over his lips as he moved his fingers higher under the skirt of your dress, his middle finger moving out to gently trace the edge of your panties. He rolled his shoulders as the lace tickled the tip of his finger before he moved his finger to the middle of your panties, gently pushing the fabric into your slit as he indulged in the feeling of you. 

Dabi didn’t care about much but right now he cared very much about how he was gently rubbing his middle finger over your pussy, gently playing with your clit as you slept on completely unaware of the depraved man having his way with you. 

Dabi let out a sharp intake of breath before moving away from you as you shifted in your sleep, body finally reacting to his touch. He waited with baited breath for any sign you had woken up before his shoulders sagged in relief as you just kept sleeping. Dabi watched as you parted your legs further in your sleep, now fully on your back and completely spread out just for him. Dabi waited for another moment before a gentle thud filled the room as he dropped to his knees, handing finding themselves hocking the back of your knees to pull you closer to the edge of the bed, legs now resting on his shoulders as he came faced to face with pretty purple of your lace panties.

His pierced tongue peeking out and running across his bottom lip as he looked at the lace that covered your sweet cunt from his hungry gaze. He didn’t even bother to try to stop himself as he moved a hand off of your thigh, moving it back to your cunt so he could move your underwear to the side. He could feel his mouth starting to water at the sheer sight of your perfect cunt, so pretty and sweet looking, he couldn’t stop his mind for wondering if you tasted as sweet as you looked. 

Dabi glanced up at your sleeping face before deciding that there was no harm in him tasting what belonged to him. Dabi almost moaned out loud the moment the tip of his tongue touched your cunt, spreading your lips apart and going straight for your little clit. He savoured every single moan and whimper that left your pretty lips as he focused his attention on your clit, eyes closing slightly in pleasure at finally being between your thighs. This was truly the closest to heaven the young God would ever get. 

Dabi’s eyes flew open the moment he heard a confused whimper as small hands tried to push his head away. He tightened his grip on your thighs as you tried to shuffle away from the strange man between your legs, pulling away from your cunt long enough to shush you before going right back to work. Dabi relished in the sounds you made when he sucked your clit into his mouth, embarrassed and confused by the orgasm that washed over you and that caused your thighs to tighten around his head. 

He pulled away with a delish smirked as he moved your legs from his shoulders to his waist as he moved to stand between your legs, blue eyes looking down at your scared little face as your mind raced to try to work all of this out. A scarred hand made its way to hold your cheek as he leaned down to place a surprisingly sweet kiss to your lips, leaving the taste of you behind as he whisper.. 

“It’s okay little one, your Lord is gonna make you feel so fucking good” 

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I like your ears

Second person pov ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Tamaki kept his head down as his friends chatted away around him, eyes fixed on his lap as he listened. Ears perking slightly at the sound of your voice as you laughed away to Mirio’s jokes, slightly jealous that he wasn’t the reason for the sound. His eyes gently shifting up to watch the way you leaned against Nejire whenever you laughed a little too hard. 

Tamaki could feel the heat that covered his entire face whenever you were near, he could ear his heart ponding in his ears whenever he heard you talk. He loved it whenever you sat with his friends even though he could never actually tell you that, way too shy to even look your way. 

His head snapped up as he heard his friends leaving, panic filling him as his blonde haired friend assured him they would only be a moment and he still had you to keep his company. Tamaki really didn’t mean to look so scared as he turned to see your soft smile. 

He flinched at the way you look when you saw how scared he looked, he really didn’t mean to make you feel bad. He really hoped you didn’t leave, he wanted you to stay and maybe you’d be braver and try to talk to him. 

He looked back as his lap as his friends left, too shy too look up into your enchanting eyes. Tamaki grew more and more unsettled as the silence continued, worrying that you thought less of him for not talking before it was broken by your soft voice. Words whispered so quietly like a secret only for him to hear.

“I like your ears Tamaki” 

Tamaki could of swore that he stopped breathing for a moment the moment the words finally registered in his mind. He looked up so quickly that he almost gave himself whiplash to find you just staring at him. Elbow on the table as you laid your head against your hand, a soft smile on your face as your eyes focused on his pointed ears. 

All Tamaki could really do was splutter incoherent responses as his entire face bushed the most beautiful bright shade of red you’d ever seen. Tamaki stopped trying to talk the moment the most amazing sound left your lips, your started giggling softly at him. You shook your head lightly for a moment before whispering. 

“You’re just the cutest Tamaki, its honestly a no brainer why I like you so much” 

You quickly looked away from him as his friends returned but the words played over and over in his mind like a broken record. You actually liked him and you liked his ears? Your were something Tamaki thought he could only dream of but it sent a small bit of confidence through him when he realized he might actually be able to have you. 

As you looked back at him for a moment, he gathered all his strength to give you a small, wobbly smile. He watched you flush slightly before smiling back, he knew that he did the right thing even if it was such a small thing. 

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Lord Kratos

A/n: just in case there is confession, I’m doing greek God’s so in this Kratos is the god of strength not be confused with the god of war Ares. Thanks lovelies. 

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The first time Kiri saw you, you took his breathe away. You were so pretty but you looked oh so scared of being in the temple, like a lamb being lead to slaughter. You had come with someone you had named your father, begging him to let it go and that he didn’t need to do this, that he was bothering a busy God with no real reason. Although Kiri would argue that he was never too busy for a pretty thing like you. 

You were clad in a beautiful blue dress, gold accessories cover your waist and arms and some even glinted on your ears. Kiri couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you looked like a goddess, like you belonged in Olympus with him. Kirishima couldn’t even focus on what the man was praying for when you were there, he just couldn’t take his eyes off you and the only voice he wanted to listen to was yours. He wanted to know if it was as sweet as he thought it would be.

It wasn’t until he heard exactly what the man was asking for, he was asking for strength because he wanted to protect his daughter because she couldn’t do it herself. He mentioned that due to your condition, begging and pleading, that you were just to fragile to fight off men with sinful intentions and he needed to be able to protect you. His voice was almost pitiful as he prayed whereas you look like you were going to cry from embarrassment. Your father made an offering before leaving, you wait a moment for stepping forward, your voice completely encasing Kiri’s mind as he listened to you. 

“Please do not listen to my father Lord Kratos, I’m pretty fine with how things are and I would rather not burden you nor my father. Please use his prayer on something deserving my Lord” 

He watched as you bowed before him, your thin hair covering your face like a veil before you stood once more. Kiri almost made himself known to you as he watched you stop for a moment, squeezing your eyes closed and breathing deeply before giving a strained smile. He watched as you careful walked away from him, making sure not to over do yourself. 

As much as Kiri would love to do exactly what you were asking him for, to give you anything that you desired, he just couldn’t, he couldn’t let such a beauty be vulnerable in this world. He’d grant your father this but only until Kiri could do it for you himself. 

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It had been weeks and Kiri watched as you walked the city of Athens, almost throwing himself at you every time you stumbled and looked like you were seconds away from falling, just wanting to drag you into his arms where he knew you’d be safe. You look even more divine than Athena and he couldn’t stop the way his eyes trailed over your body. He couldn’t help the way his teeth tore open his lower lip as his depraved thoughts or the way his fists clenched with the need to ruin you. The need he had developed for you was like a fire raging through his veins.  

Kiri had granted your father strength but that didn’t stop Kiri from doing your fathers job for him, he couldn’t help it! He just lived to protect his little goddess. Kiri lived for the sounds of his fists hitting flesh as he did what he had to do to protect you from their stares and wandering hands. Kiri hated violence but in the name of protecting you? He’d kill this entire city. 

Kiri followed closely behind you as you walked through the city, watching with a loving...almost obsessive glint in his eyes every time you stopped at a stall or smiled at a child. He loved how you acted with the children you saw, you would be the perfect mother and that thought was something so...tantalizing to Kirishima. Kiri knew that some gods did have relations with humans that’s why demi gods came into play but he never imagined he would but fuck did you make the idea seem better than Olympus itself. 

Sometimes Kiri would have to entrust your father with you when his mind wandered too far or he got too drunk off of your scent, fuck you smelt so good to him. Just long enough while Kiri found somewhere private so he could wrap a large hand around his thick cock and stroke it until he came with a feral growl of your name. Sometimes if he had time he’d go back to his place just to hunt out a pair of panties that he had taken from you, he was an utter slave for your scent. Kiri was a God in love and if you asked him to, he’d kneel before you. 

After some time Kiri got bolder in his pursuit of you and it rewarded him greatly. He no longer turned away when you changed or showered, he no longer shied away when he noticed your hand trailing lower of your body. Sometimes Kiri couldn’t help himself as he hid the shadows of your room, hand below his waist band as he followed your slow movements, wanting to take his time with his pretty little human. Sharp teeth evoking blood from his lips to quiet his sounds as he listened to you, fighting with the little self control he had over the smell of you that filled every part of the room, the smell made him dizzy with pleasure.

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It was one of those times again when Kiri couldn’t help but stay a little longer, a little later and watch his pretty little thing sleep. He had noticed that as of late you’d grown more tired and sickly, your illness finally catching up to you and all that you did to care for your father.

Kiri felt his blood boil when he thought of your father, he had granted him the strength he said he needed and he wasted it and let you grow more unwell because he was lazy and unlike Kirishima completely unfit to care for you. This right here was why you needed Kirishima, you needed your big strong God to protect you and make sure you never had to lift a finger again. 

Kiri dragged one of his fingers down the apple of your cheek, relishing in how soft your pale skin was. His red eyes followed the path of his finger before catching the way your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks as you dreamt. His eyes fell to your lips before watching the way your chest rose and fell with every breathe you took. 

Kiri leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as his arms found themselves picking up your fragile body, he whispered a breathless apology as he began to walk away from your bed. This time you were coming home with him, he was sure you’d learn to love it and him. 

You’d just need a little time...

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Im getting new stories out tomorrow i promise. Sorry lovelies 💕💕

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I promise I will start posting again soon, my mental health and cramps are kicking my ass lol, sorry darlings...I promise to start writing again in hopefully the next couple of days, love you all xx

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Lord Hygieia

A/n: This is going to be part of a Greek God au with a lot of different characters, all stories will contain possessive/protective themes and some might contain violence and even nsfw themes. Also the reader will contain some form of insecurity like weight or scars. Also I know some (like this one) are actually Goddesses but I’m gonna have to gender bend some of them for this lol. 

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You shuffled into the borderline sterile temple, eyes fleeting around the temple itself like something was going to jump out at you. Your eyes wondered over columns and vases before landing on the alter in the middle of the room. Unlike other God’s he did not have a full statute, at least not of his face but there was painting that closely depicted his handsome face. Even with the mask that was in most paintings you still thought of the God as handsome especially with those piercing eyes.

You weren’t worn down with sickness nor in need of help with sanitation, you were just so fascinated with the God. You knew of his personality, that he could be downright cruel at times and even more so to children, he thought they were messy creatures. You knew the tales and you knew of the whispers but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care, he still helped those who prayed an he was still a God. 

You stood before the alter for a moment, almost shyly taking in your surroundings before you dropped gently to your knees. You flinched more at the sound it made as it travelled through the quiet space than you did at the slight pain before holding your hands in front of your chest and bowing your head in prayer You licked your lips before you started, refusing to let your nerves ruin this. You were completely unaware of the golden eyes that had followed you from the moment you entered.  

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Overhaul knew that not many people came to worship him unless they were desperate, thinking they could help themselves like fools before they went to him. It was almost comical that the God that hated germs and people but he had to deal with the sickest of the mortal world, like his father was playing a cruel joke. He hated when the sick mortals came in the most, he’d much rather their healthy family came to pray for them, it would stop them dirtying his area. 

He had never seen such a thing enter his temple before though, she looked to be perfectly health and even more so...she looked completely clean. He had noticed a scar on her face before she bent her head from his view, it was not very large but ran from the left of her bottom lip to the bottom right of her nose. It didn’t look new, in fact it looked to Overhaul like it had been done awhile ago. 

Overhaul listened to the prayer of the mortal, expecting the same whining selfish crap and was even more surprised, she didn’t pray for herself or even for family but for her village and even for him. She prayed that he was healthy and happy in his world, that the village people be forgiven for always making messes when praying and in return she would come everyday and clean it up. 

Overhaul got more confused as he listened, why would anyone want to deal with mess? Especially that they themselves did not cause? And who would ever be selfless enough or stupid enough to pray for him? Had she not heard of the things he had done? And she certainly must known that he was obviously healthy and clean. It was almost insulting to him that she was think he wouldn’t be. 

He watched as she finished and slowly stood and paused for a second, legs obviously feeling off due to kneeling for a long period of time. He suppressed any sound as she looked up and made unknowing eye contact with him, her eyes were something he had only encountered in the divine world. She looked anyway and smiled at the lack of mess she had made before turning to leave. The only sound that could be heard in his temple was her voice, a sound Overhaul would come to crave.

“Bye Lord Hygieia. I hope you have a very clean day sir” 

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He watched and watched and watched as she came and went, cleaning up and placing his favourite things on his alter, taking the time and care to place them exactly the way he liked, exactly the way she had memorised that he was the least annoyed about. He soon noticed that she was the only one that ever came, that she always had a new prayer for someone in the village but never for herself. 

Over time Overhaul noticed that the mortal woman was a selfless one, never complaining about coming or cleaning up, never complaining about others prayers and why she was the one that had to do the work. She always came without compliant and with a smile, always ready to indulge the God’s need for a sterile environment. The God would admit that there was a lot of things he’d like her to indulge him in.

As much as he disliked to admit it but he loved the way she hummed as she worked, broom in hand as she liked his flooring with smile, the way her hips swayed as she moved and the way her lips formed the words of thanks whenever he answered her prayers. There was yet a prayer of hers he had yet to answer, he hated the thought of her being unsatisfied with him. He did notice though that no matter how hot it got that she always clad herself in a jumper, like she was hiding something from his view and he disliked the idea that she thought she could keep things from her God. 

He also saw what she did whenever she thought no one could see, the way her small fingers traced the scar on her face and her lips moved like she was about to ask for something, like she was finally going to grant him the knowledge of where the scar came from. He always found himself leaning forward, eager to hear her request hoping for a selfish one that he would happily answer but she never granted him that, always shaking her head, a small frown covering her bitten lips and gathering herself to leave. 

Overhaul would admit that he was curious on what exactly she wanted and how did it affect the scar on her face. Overhaul always felt the same anger fill him when he thought of the possibility that someone had done that and on purpose. That someone thought they had the right to scar something so beautiful even though he would admit that it did not take away from her beauty. 

It all came to a head about 7 months into her visits to him, the day she had decided to remove her jumper and pray for herself. Overhauls golden eyes burned into her scarred form as he listened to her prayer, feeling murderous the more he saw and the more he listened. 

“I know I shouldn’t be selfish and ask of this my Lord and I know you deal with sickness but perhaps you could consider this a sickness. My father has a sickness of alcohol and it has lead to this my Lord. I ask that you cure him or maybe would you be able to cure these scars? If not then I understand and I apologise for my selfishness. You are a great God, Hygieia, and I promise to keep returning even if you cannot grant this.” 

Overhaul knew that he couldn’t cure this, it wasn’t a sickness or something to do with cleaning but he knew he couldn’t just let this happen. For the first time in his divine existence Overhaul wanted blood and he wanted it on his hands and he would stop at nothing to make sure no one touched his Angel again. 

It was in that moment that he had made up his mind, she was his and he would do whatever he needed to do to protect her even if that meant getting a little messy. Starting with the pathetic mortal she called father... 

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Lord Hades

A/n: This is a kinda Greek God au, I really love stuff like this a worship Hades myself so I thought it would be fun. Katsuki is implied to be a yandere in his but kinda subtly. 

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Katsuki watched with narrowed crimson eyes as the little moral walked quietly into the temple that contained his alter, his tongue sucked on his front teeth as the sound of her feet hitting the marble floor filled his ears. There was only two reasons people came here, to bargain with the God, plead with their souls for nothing more than temporary pleasure or shout obscenities at the God like he was at fault for the death they themselves caused. 

There was no tears that stained her rounded cheeks, her nose was red but not from rubbing it raw to stop her sniffles. She didn’t appear to be in mourning and she certainly didn’t look like the yelling type so she must be there for a bargain, a sickening gamble that only she would regret. Even Katsuki could admit that it would be a shame for such an innocent soul to end up in his darkened grasp but who was he to judge? He didn’t give a shit who she was, he just knew he’d win any gamble. 

He watched as her white dress flowed around her as she dropped to her knees, nerves showed in her eyes and her small smile as she looked around, delicate hands clasps in front of her pushing her plush breasts up. Katsuki’s eyes fell to them for a moment before a soft, almost angelic voice filled his ears.

“Lord Hades sir. I know what you must be thinking but I promise I did not come bother. I only came to worship.” 

Worship? This fucking tiny thing had come to worship him? Was she fucking thick or some shit? Did she not understand who he was? Katsuki knew of the rumours that the mortals had for him, they didn’t worship him all they did was blame him for their own fucking choices. It was pathetic really, all he did was ask for payment for his help so why was he the villain? He also didn’t care enough to kill any of them, he just took care of their souls...ungrateful bitches. 

He will admit though the site of such a mortal on her knees for him was something he fucking liked. He’d like it better if his cock was shoved down her throat though, he would bet anything that she was untouched...a cute little mortal that he could train. Katsuki shook his head as he looked back at her face, still not fully believing why the little brat was there.

She only paused for a moment, almost like she was giving the God time to collection his thoughts before she spoke again. The words were quiet, almost whispered like a secret that was only meant to be spared between the two of them. 

“I know you probably don’t believe me Lord Hades but I promise I wish not to be a problem for you. I would also like to apologise for the things my village has done to you and your temple. I am so sorry my Lord and I wold like the chance to make it up to you and worship you for the powerful God you are”

Red eyes focused onto her small, slightly chubbier frame, he would of laughed if he didn’t want to give himself away. She was on her fucking knees for him and fucking apologising for other stupid, cowardly mortals. She was really fucking here begging the God of underworld to let her worship him. 

The God leant back against the wall, arms crossed over his muscular chest as he keep his eyes trained on his little human. He watched as she waited with bated breath, breasts gently moving up and down as she breathed. He watched as her eyes travelled around her surrounded before she bowed her head in silent prayer, silky hair covering her face from his view. 

A devilish smirked made its way across his lips as he looked on he could get fucking used to this. It felt like fucking heaven to have an innocent little mortal on her knees for him, worshiping his entire existent. He would allow her to do as she pleased in his temple if it ended with her on her knees for him. 

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Days bleed into weeks and then into months and without fail, every day his little human turned up. She even started bring him baked goods as an offering, sometimes even something spicy after learning his tastes although he’d much rather she gave herself to him. Katsuki will admit over the months he’d grown fond of the mortal, even slightly possessive and protective. 

He whispered things to her sometimes, moved things and even lit some of the candles to let her know he was here. She always smiled and said “Hello my Lord” before moving back to her position before his statute. He liked the care she took of that especially, the way her hands travelled over his face and body as she cleaned it. He saw how gentle she touched it and knew exactly how she’d touch him. 

He watched her move around his temple as she, yet again, cleaned up the mess that the locals had made of his temple. She muttered apologises which he paid no mind to until he saw the tears that brightened her eyes. 

“What’s up with the face” 

He had whispered into the temple wording echoing against marble and stone, one of the few times he’d let himself be known to her. As much as he fucking wanted her and wanted her to know he was here, it was frowned upon by the other Gods as shitty hair liked to remind him. 

“Nothing my Lord, I just hate how they treat you, I wish they could see you the way I do. How powerful and handsome you truly are. That you are far from evil especially compared to some of the village people” 

He watched her clean up problem vases as the blood pumped in his veins, she thought he was handsome? I mean of course she fucking did, just fucking look at him. She be fucking stupid to think anything else but to hear her say it? Fuck this was more than he’d ever wanted.

 He couldn’t stop himself moving forward as she walked to the exist, today was day that she had entered his temple but never left. He had made sure that she left with him, by his side, where she fucking belonged. 

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Wordless Flirting

Second person pov ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n: this is kinda short but I wanted fluff lol.

You could feel his eyes on you as you worked on your term paper, you could barely keep the smile at bay as you turned to face him. You looked into the most enchanting dark umber eyes you’d ever seen, a cheeky grin crossed his face as he looked back down at his work. You bit your lip to hide your smile before looking back at your laptop to continue your work. 

It was only a few moments before you looked back over at him, taking in his face as he work. You could stare for a moment before he turned to look at you, blushing you give a small smile and turned back to your work. You could hear the small laugh he let out as he turned back to his work. 

This is how it went with you two, fleeting glances and stupid little touches that sent your heart into overdrive. You never exchanged words as you never needed to when it was just you two, the silence between you two spoke louder than your words ever could. Or maybe that’s just the way Sero made everyone feel, his presence was so comforting that you never needed to speak. You liked to think you were special though and to him you completely were.

You eventually started focusing and getting some work done, you got so engrossed in it that you hadn’t even notice that the raven-ette had moved closer to you. It wasn’t until his sticker covered laptop could be seen over the top of your screen that you realised that he had moved to sit across from you. He gave you a smile and a wink before looking back down at his screen. 

You blushed and shook your head a little before trying to work again, after a few minutes you got a text appear on your screen. You only just managed to bite back a full blown smile as you saw it.

“Hi :)” 

You looked over you screen to see him watching you with that same glint in his eyes as you typed back, You watched the way he tried so hard to not smile at your message before replying. The only sound being the sound of his fingers hitting the keys.

“How’s my favourite girl” 

You couldn’t stop the small squeal that left you as you read it, all Sero could do was finally give in to the massive smile threatening to break free. You were just the cutest fucking thing and he loved everything about you. He loved the effect you had on his and hoped he had the same on you.

You two continued to message each other, your work now completely forgotten as you got lost in the sweet messages, teasing glances and bright smiles. You didn’t even care that people that walked past you two looked at you guys liked you’d lost your minds. Not everyone needed words to flirt. 

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Fire and Ice  (NSFW )

Second person pov ~~~~~~~~~~ 

Fire and ice, it was a combination you knew very well and you knew how beautifully the two very different colours went together. You saw how well Shoto made them look and thought you could do it too. You spent hours online finding a dress that made up a perfect combination of both of the colours, you looked through all the reviews and seeing all the photos of happy shoppers with the dress so you bought it. 

Once it got here you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that came with holding the beautiful white box. You’d rush to your shared bedroom before gently placing the box on the bed, taking your time to open it and take out the dress. It was even more beautiful in person, photos really didn’t do it justice. 

You ran your hand over the silk of the dress, taking care when going over the small details. A soft smile adorned your face as you stared at the dress before moving to try it on. Getting rid of Shoto’s old hoodie and your old stained sweats to switch to your dream dress. You spent a good half hour fixing your hair and applying light makeup before putting on the dress and moving in front of the mirror. 

Your smile quickly dying the longer you stared at the person staring back at you, the dress was completely perfect. The colour, the fabric, the design, even how comfortable the corseted top was even thought it laced in the front, just everything was perfect but now it felt like something was out of place. It fit perfectly, like it was truly made for you but it just didn’t feel right on you. Maybe it was how your boobs looked slightly spilling from the top, the way your leg looked through the slit on the side, the way your stomach slightly protruded even in the corset, the way the colour of your skin looked with it. You couldn’t pin point exactly what the problem was you just knew it was you, you knew that you were thing that was out of place. 

You were so wrapped up in your staring that you hadn’t even heard Shoto come home until he cleared his throat. You jumped slightly, letting out a small gasp as you turned to face Shoto, still clad in his hero costume, by the door of your shared bedroom. 

His multicoloured eyes trailing over your form in the dress making you shift your weight slightly not noticing it caused more leg to be shown. He was just silently taking you in as your mind raced about what could possibly be going through the stoic mans head. 

“You look absolutely stunning darling, please tell me you just gracing me with this view” 

You just stared as his voice travelled through you, never failing to make you clench your thighs slightly but this time your heart also clenched. Just gracing him? Did he not want others to see you in it? Did it really look that bad? Before you could even gather your wits or form a single sentence he spoke again, almost like he read your mind. 

“I couldn’t bring myself to share such a mouth-watering view with anyone else. If I had known this is what I’d be coming home to then I would of been home sooner my love, I apologise” 

You could only mutter a single “oh” before he was closing the distance between you two, large hands making their way to sit on the curve of your hips before sliding up to hold your waist. He stared down at you before moving a large hand to hold your cheek. 

“May I, love?” He questioned before his eyes moved to your lips, always the gentleman was your Shoto. You wanted to say yes, give him exactly what he was asking for you, drown in the perfection that was your man but you just couldn’t. You felt so unattractive right now and you couldn’t bear the thought of him having to deal with that. 

You shook your head as you moved back slightly, stepping out of Shoto’s waiting arms. Your heart ached as you watched the look of confusion that crossed his pretty face. You wanted nothing more than to go back and get lost in him but you knew if you didn’t like how you looked right now then he certainly wouldn’t. 

“My love is something the matter? If you don’t wish to do anything then I can understand but I will ask you to change because I don’t think my self control will last if you wear that.” 

You couldn’t help the blush that left you feeling hot all over, how could he talk like that when you looked like this? You knew first hand that Shoto was very good with his hands but not many people realised how amazing he was with his words. Shoto had a way of making you fall when it came to his words, he could get you to do or say anything, it was truly magic. 

“I’m gonna change anyway Sho, I don’t look as good as I thought I would” You couldn’t stop the words that tumbled out of you at the sight of his confused face and tilted head. You started to playing with your fingers as you looked at the floor, unable to look into his eyes after you had spoken. 

“Don’t look good? Darling I can assure you that good isn’t even where I would begin to describe you. You look utterly divine and I’m having a hard time controlling myself, I would be more than happy to show you what I think of the way you look especially in that dress” 

You looked up at him with wide as eyes as you watched his perfectly sculpted lips pull into a small smirk. His multicolour eyes shone with desire as he watched the way your breathing picked up at his words. He moved towards you with big strides as you tried to back up until your back hit the wall as he placed one hand on the wall by your head and the other came to rest his fingers under your chin. 

You could only release a breathless sigh of his name before he placed his lips on yours. His lips were always surprisingly warm and very soft and they moved in perfect time with yours. He had tilted your head up to get a better angle but still had to bend his slightly, his split hair gently tickling your face as you kissed. 

Your hands came to rest on his biceps, one a warmer than the other, you gently squeezed them as he pushed himself further against your body, his bulge pressing into your abdomen. He parted his lips from yours, giving you a second to deny him and when he saw no rejection he moved to kiss you again. His tongue gently swiping across your bottom lip, begging for access so he could truly started to show you how beautiful he finds you. 

You moved to wrap your around around his neck as his tongue battled for dominance with yours. You put up a small fight with your tongue but you knew you’d give into him in the end, you always did. Shoto always worked your body the best when he was in control. His lips parted from yours once again moving down your jaw to your neck, kissing, licking, sucking and biting the sensitive skin of your neck making sure to leave his mark. He loved leaving his mark because he loved reminding people that you were his. 

Your soft moans were cut off by a gasp and Shoto moved to pick you up, your legs moving around his slender waist and he moved you over to the end. He was gentle in the way he laid you down on the bed, your back hitting the softest sheets you’d ever owned. His breathing hadn’t even picked up as he looked down at you before he spoke. 

“Tell me to stop now or at any point and I will dear but right now I have to have you, please allow me as much” 

You answered him but kissing him once more, with more desperation and need than before. He responded with just as much enthusiasm, moving to push the hard budge in his pants against you as you kissed, making you moan into the kiss. You made out for a few moments more before he pulled away leaving a string of saliva as his skilled fingers moved to undo the corset that hide your perfects tits from his view. 

Once he had gotten the corset out of the way he made his way to your tits, taking one nipple into his warm mouth, teeth gently scraping your tit as his fingers pulled and played with the other, using his quirk to leave one half of you colder than the other. Your moans and whimpers filled the space between you as he gently bit your nipple before switching sides. 

Once he was satisficed with his worked he started to softly pull off your dress, making sure not to ruin it because he’d definitely make sure to see you in it again. Hopefully with the same ending in mind. 

He sat back on his heels as he took in the sight before him, you were clad in nothing but pale blue panties, hair now the most perfect mess he’d ever seen and your skin looked like heaven when it was flushed with desire. He trailed one hand over your thigh, fingers gently teasing the inside of your thigh as he heard you whimper, he loved the way you sounded. 

He moved to stand at the end of the end of the bed, placing his hand on your thighs to drag you to the end of the bed, kneeling on the floor so he had better access to your covered cunt. He brushed his nose against your panties before pressing his tongue against then, relishing in the choked moan that came from you. Loving the whines of “Shoto please” he knew exactly what you wanted and you’d get it, in time. 

He continued to tease your clothed cunt as you moaned and begged him to just take them off and eat you out but he couldn’t help but love the way you begged so prettily for him, he just had to give you what you wanted when you sounded that good. He pulled away just long enough to pull your panties off before diving back into your perfect cunt. His tongue teasing your wet hole before sliding up and teasing your clit. He moved a finger to gently circle your hole before gently pushing it, loving how it felt to have his finger inside you. He sucked your clit into his mouth and he gently pumped his finger inside you.  

Fuck you teased divine, he didn’t know what he loved more, the taste of you or the way you moaned his name. His free hand moving to palm his cock cover his hero costume as he ate you out, gently thrusting against his hand the moan you more. He gently prodded another finger against your hole before gently inching it in, he curled them ever so slightly to hear the way your breath hitched as he did. He continued to suck on your clit, sometimes teasing it with his teeth and pump his slender fingers inside you until he felt you clench around them. Your moaning was louder now and your legs started to tense and that’s when he pulled away and sucked on his fingers, earning a disappointed whine from you.

You whined as you moved your head up from the bed to look at him, ready to complain at the lose of contact but instead found yourself watching Shoto stripped. His eyes stayed trained on you and his boxers dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them in-between your legs. One hand resting on your hip as the other gently gripped the base of his cock. 

“Ready, love?” God it was almost sinful the way he sounded right now, voice so hot ad heavy with need and desire. You stared up at him and moaned a needy yes at him, ready to have his cock ruin you. He smirked as he brushed the tip of his cock against your cunt, his cock head hitting your clit with ever swipe. The more you begged and the more his teasing resolve fell, he need to be inside you and he needed it now. 

He pushed the tip of his cock inside and let out a low moan as he did so, perfectly in time with your higher pitched one. He stilled for a moment before pushing the rest of his cock, once he reached the base he stopped to give you time to adjust. Once you gave your moan of approvable he started to gently pump his cock into you. 

The hand gripping your hip tightened as he moved, the one coming to rest by your head as he slowly thrusted deep inside your cunt. Your hands come to rest on his back, nails digging into his back as he started to speed him, hitting so deliciously deep inside of you. 

Shoto could only think of how fucking good you felt around his cock, this was as close to heaven as he was ever gonna get. He savoured every moan and whine of his name as he he hammered into your perfect cunt. You saw stars as Shoto leaned back and moved the hand away from by your head to rub your clit, his fingers working your body to the most ground breaking orgasm as he started to moan. Legs clenched around his waisted as he moaned your name, both hands how holding your lips as he pumped his release into you, loving the way you milked his cock. 

He moved to lay his forearms by your head, damp forehead pressed against yours as you both heavy breathed, coming down your your highs. He pressed his lips to yours before saying “You look better in my colours than I do darling, keep the dress for me please” 

You smiled and nodded at him, willing to do anything for this reaction again. 

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Late night love

Your pov ~~

My legs dangled over the edge of the school roof as I watched the cars below, rushing around even in the dead of the night. The bitter wind making me shiver as I watched and wondered if they felt the same, where they up this late because their mind wouldn’t sleep? Are they trying to out run their destructive thoughts too? 

I got so lost in my mind that I didn’t even hear someone come onto the roof or even hear them walk up to me, it wasn’t until the purple hoodie wrapped itself around my shoulders. I looked over my shoulder to look into the most exhausted purple eyes I’d ever seen. He said nothing as he moved to join me, his eyes focused on the ground below. 

All I could do was stare and take in his profile, even if he didn’t know it he was truly a gorgeous man. Hitoshi Shinso was a certain type of beautiful, the type that I’d only read about in books, the type that made my heart stop and race all at the same thing. His beautiful was uncompilable to every other guy in UA, his purple hair and his eyes, god his eyes. The sharpness of his jaw bone and the way his lips form the words he speaks. 

It wasn’t just his looks that made his pretty, his was his bluntness, the way he spoke, the words he used, the look in his eyes whenever faced with social interaction. He hated it just as much as me, if not more. 

“Couldn’t you sleep? You really should try to, your eye bags are getting bad again” God why did I have to say that? I could of just left that out now he’s going to think I’m calling him ugly which is definitely not the case. 

His lips quirked lightly as the blush travelled up my neck to my ears, at least he didn’t take offense to that so that’s one good thing I’ve done today. I went back to watching the world below me, getting so lost in my own world I completely forgot there was something with me until he nudged my arm. 

I looked over to find indigo eyes staring back at me, a small smile on his face as I tilted my head to the side wondering what he wanted from me. Did I do something weird? Oh god is he actually offended by what I said? 

“You okay? You should be asleep too but you’re awake and lost in your own world” 

I just stared at him, he actually cared if I was okay? I teared up a little as I looked down at my lap, I couldn’t remember the last time someone cared enough to ask if I was okay. I didn’t even have to stay anything as he moved over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side as I cried. 

I was thankful that he didn’t say anything and even more thankful that he was there to hold me, like he was the only thing that was holding me together. He just held me and after awhile just gave me a faint whisper of “It’s okay, I’m here I promise” 

I let out a small almost pitiful laugh as I whipped my face with the hoodie’s sleeve and moved away from him. Before I could even started to apologise he he placed his warm, slightly rough hands on my damp cheeks and started into my eyes and spoke all my unsaid thoughts. 

“Don’t start apologising for this, you needed this and I’m more than happy to be the one here with you. We don’t have to talk, we don’t have to go back to our rooms yet, we can just sit here and enjoy the live around us for a bit” 

All I could do was give him a smile and a nod, that sounded like the greatest thing I could ever take part in and to be able to do it was him was a dream. He pulled me back into his side and watched the world go by below us. While he watched the world I watched him, I watched the way his hair moved in the wind, the way his lips sat like a perfect bow on his face, the way his eyes light up in the lights from the city below. 

I leaned into him as I started to shift my glaze to the world below, this was the greatest late night I’d ever had and it was all thanks to the love that Hitoshi managed to give me without even knowing it. 

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Smarter Than You Think

The rain was hammering against Denki's windows as the sounds of his game filled his dorm. He had pulled the pillows off his bed so he could sit cross legged on the floor to play COD, the controlled rested in his hands as his slim fingered skilfully worked the controller.

The only sounds other than his game and the rain were the bated breaths and the sounds of pages turning. His partner had decided to sit with him while he played so they could still read but spend time with him. Although recently they spent more time taking in his profile, his strong jaw line and the way his hair fell and the way he focused and worked out strategies in the game. The book had been long forgotten in their hands at this point.

Watching Denki like this was something completely different, he built his entire personality on being dumb funny Denki but times like this showed how truly smart and focused he could be. How much work he could put in to carrying a whole team to the win but struggled to complete one page of homework. It was truly like this was the real Denki and the other was more of a character he played. And played it well he clearly did.

Although recently they began to wonder more if it really was all just an act, if he only acted stupid because he thought that would make people like him more. If he only failed tests and homework assignments to keep up the act. Sometimes they wondered if at the end of the day it really just hurt him to do all this, to be the butt of everyone's joke and short circuit himself for their entertainment although that was something that they themselves never liked.

They marked the last page the remembered and placed their book to the side as they moved closer to him, laying their head on his shoulder as they watched him play. He only glanced at them from the corner of his eye, smiling at how close they were to him. He gently rested his head slightly on theirs, enough so they knew he was glad they were there but not so much that he couldn't play his game.

"Gimme 5 minutes sunshine and I'll be all yours I promise"

"Take your time Denks, I like watching you like this"

All Denki could do was smile, lucky that his partner supported his hobbies. He was silently for a moment before a look of confusion took over his face and he questioned them.

"Like what?"

They giggled and moved to hug his waisted as he played, once again bring his team to a undefeated win before kissing his cheek.

"Well done baby and you know what I mean, like the real you. The smart one."

All Denki could do was blush and let out a laugh. Him. Smart? They must be trying to joke with him, there's no way anyone in his school thought he was anything close to smart. He exited the game to the main menu before pulling them in to his lap and placing a gentle kiss to their soft lips. Fuck he loved their lips.

"You must have the wrong guy baby"

They just shook their head as they looked into his perfectly golden eyes.

"Nope. The only guy I care to notice is you. You're a lot smarted than you think Denki baby, if you weren't then you wouldn't be able to play like that"

He could only stare at them and try to take in what they had said, they truly think that he's smart? He just assumed they thought he was as stupid as everyone else did. The blush travelled all the way up his neck to the tips of his ears and covered his cheeks.

He gave them a million volt smile before pulling them into a sweet deep kiss that held more than enough meaning to both of them. It was a thank you, an I love you, it was an everything kiss.

The sound of the rain continued to hammer against the window drowning out all the sounds as the two love birds got lost in each other.

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🌶NSFW Drabble about Hawks x fem reader,

His s/o gets depressed about how her body looks after buying a cute dress, she don’t like how her body looks in the dress. Hawks notices how down she is and helps her relief her sadness.

A/n: I'm so sorry if this is bad, I rewrote it like 12 times and I know it's not perfect but I might rewrite this and maybe longer, idk yet. Hope you like it darling xx

Third person pov ~~~~~

Warm hands wrapped around soft thighs to keep them pressed against his lips, his tongue continuing it's abuse until she quivered and shook nearing her blissful end.

His tongue stopped abruptly and golden eyes met her glazed over ones as she whined at the lose of contact. All he could do was smirk and shake his head at his pretty dove.

"Don't worry my pretty bird, you'll cum. I just wanna do the job right and make sure my dove stays happy and knows how beautiful I find her."

He dove right back in and savoured every whimper, moan and breathless sigh of his name and he worked her all the way back to her end. His cock straining against his sweats just waiting to be buried deep inside the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen but that could wait, all that matter right now was making her so fucked out she couldn't remember why she was sad.

Flashback ~~~~

Keigo watched as she curled in on herself as she sat on the furthest side of the sofa. It had been like this for days maybe even nearing weeks, after her dress arrived. She had been so excited to try it on and basically ran to the bedroom, only to come back without it on.

Clad in his baggiest hoodie with the hood puled over her soft hair and the largest sweats she owned covering every inch of her perfect legs, she kept her distance and refused to acknowledge the dress or that she ever bought it. Keigo was a smart man but it did take him a couple of days to notice she pulled away from him and his touch, that she brushed off all his advances. It took him slightly longer to realize why it was happening and why the light in her eyes had dimmed.

He'd gotten on his knees in front of her and begged for a explanation on what was going on in her pretty little head, why she was pushing him away and why she wasn't wearing the dress. He had so many questions, didn't she like it? Wasn't it the right colour? Was the fabric scratchy? It took only a few pretty words and worried questions before she broke and told him everything.

That the dress wasn't the problem, it never was. It was beautiful...perfect even, it was her body that was the problem and she had always known that Keigo was out of her league but never truly knew by how much until she saw herself in that dressed. The way it hugged in all the wrong places but sat baggy in others, her body just wasn't what Kei deserved.

To say Kei was shocked was an understatement, how could she ever think she was anything less than perfect? How could she ever think he'd want anyone but her? That from the hair on her head to her perfect tits and plush thighs and beautiful legs, she was perfect. Hell he got a semi any time he even thought about her, his self control almost non-existent when she was near.

Well all that mattered to him right now was making her happy again and making sure she knew how beautiful she was and he was more than happy to show her how beautiful he thought she was, in and out of that pretty little dress.

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People Like Us

Third person pov ~~~~

"I love you"

It was whispered by a rough voice into the darkness of the males room, it only fuelled the blood pumping in his ears as he listened for any response from the woman laying in his bed.

He only heard the sound of the covers moving and the bed creaking as she moved to sit behind him. Small hands come sliding over his shoulders to lay on his chest. The quiet puffs of her breath in his ear as she started to talk.

"I thought we weren't gonna do that Kats". She only received a small hum in response, his blonde hair gently tickling her nose as he nodded his head, she continued after placing a kiss by his ear.

"Love isn't for people like us, it doesn't work baby. That's why we did this, remember?"

He could only scoff at her works for she was right, that was the whole point of their relationship. His anger issues and her mental health meant love was a failure for both of them . He pushed people away whereas she got to obsessed and drove them away. So they came up with the perfect plan for both of them, they could come for the pleasure and maybe even a small part of the company and leave before either of them could get close enough to fail.

But didn't she see? It was fucking different now, it was fucking different with her. After awhile it became more than just sex, he started to see her more. After awhile he thought more of how she looked after they finished rather than during. He thought more of her smiles and her laughs. Even now he thought more of the feeling of her holding him rather than her breasts pressed against his back.

He didn't care about the risks of failure or pain because fuck if he wouldn't cut out his beating heart for her.

She didn't want that though, she only wanted what they agreed to and clearly that wasn't working for Katsuki anymore. It's not that she didn't want more, she did but she wasn't brave enough for that. Maybe one day she would be but not today.

"So what now then, idiot?". He needed the insult, he needed that bit of control to cover his pain, his vulnerability. He needed her to think that her words didn't hurt.

"We can forget this and go back to the way we were or we can end this"

No. Ending this was not something he could have, Katsuki didn't lose and he would not lose her. He would rather have a small part of her, even it was just her body, rather than none of her. So he did what he does best and covered his pain.

"Then turn the fuck over slut and I'll show you how to forget it" He could feel nothing more than her lips placing a searing kiss against his skin before she moved to follow his order.

He could be patient cause he'd have her one day but for now, he'd have her like this.

[bitchywitchyvibes666]

Hey, i was wondering if any of y'all could help me find a group of fanfics? It was like Bakugou, Kristima and Denki and sero i think? With a chubby reader that kept being stood up by their dates and things? Pretty sure the reader in the kiri one has a wind quirk? I've looked everywhere and can't find them so hoping y'all can help lol. Please and thank you darlings

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Red dye

Kirishima couldn't stop the red that travelled up his neck, his face from his ears to the tip of his nose dusted pink and he pursed his lips to stop his grin. The hands travelled through his hair leaving a beautiful trail of crimson, completely covering the black of his natural hair.

All he had said was he needed to dye it again but hadn't had time to get more but they were up and leaving to do something, it was a full 5 minutes before they returned for Kirishima. Wrapping their hand around his wrist and tugging him up and all the way to the bathroom where all the stuff needed for his hair was head out.

Sitting him on the stool they had explain to him that they knew he liked to dye his hair, even though his natural colour was manly on him too, so they always kept a spare red around for him. He could feel the way his heart stalled the confession that they did that just for him and even asked to dye it for him, telling him they understood if he wanted to do it himself but they just wanted to spoil him and take care of him for a bit.

He had nodded before his mind had time to catch up, they truly were something out of this world and Kiri would be sure to return the favour one day but for now? He was gonna sit and enjoy the time he had with them.