Rye

That's what Simon believed, that's why he hid it with his mask, it isn't a simple insecurity, it's something deep and ugly that's been rotting in his heart for years until it became an alter-ego.

Even after all his years, even if it was barely, he still felt it.

The shame and embarrassment, how he's saved children's life and they ran away crying thanks to his mask, how people would look at him like he was the problem and more than once he just wanted to dissapear.

More than once he tried to disappear.

So when you looked up at him, grateful for him saving your dog's life, hugging him, blushing, asking him if he had anything to do for the weekend.

"What? What do you mean? You don't disgust me!, how can someone feel scared of a sweet man like you, I don't really understand how people can act like that"

You looked genuinely clueless at why he pulled you back, saying such a pretty thing like you shouldn't be close to a broken, big man like him, and that's what made the walls on his heart crumble.

He was stunned, flushed, behind the mask his eyes were wide at your honest opinion and baffled expression, searching for any sign of mockery, the one's he's seen in his whole life and when he didn't find anything, just a pure, loving heart, he became a big giant softie.

That was the first time he met you, so that's why twelve years later, in his big house, his two pretty daughters sleeping in their own rooms upstairs, you on his lap with one of his shirts on you, hair messy, two marriage rings glinting on your fingers and the one he gave you when you gave birth to his first daughter, peppering his mask less face with kisses until he blushed like a schoolboy.

"Oh love you're blushing" you cooed sweetly at his shy smile, he simply squeezed your waist lovingly, whispering a soft.

"Thank you love, really, for being part of my life, my wife, the mother of my daughters, you're my hero"

He looked at you with such awestruck eyes all you could do was blush, giggle and kiss his lips, tilting your head.

virgin!katsuki part one

when he froze at your question, you’d taken it upon yourself to buck upwards, slipping his tip into your wet cunt. immediately, he collapses on top of you, heavy pants huffed into your sweaty neck as he breathes a soft groan.

“yeah,” he says, “i am.”

bakugou looks at you with his brows furrowed. eyes dark, he hones in on the way your teeth gnaw at your swollen, saliva-covered lips.

he rubs small circles on your clit, before slowly pushing the rest of his cock inside you.

“you were.” you clarify.

when he had bottomed out, he could barely look at you. instead, he focused on where you two connect. with each slide of his hip, strings of your wetness followed his pelvis. and when he finally established an almost mechanical rhythm, he looked up, and you found yourself staring into the pussy drunk eyes of katsuki bakugou.

“you sure don’t fuck like a virgin.” you mumble.

now, you’re the one who’s whimpering and twitching while pinned underneath his gaze. he’s got you in a nasty mating press, thighs pressed against the hard planes on his body, while he kisses along your neck, your face. when he pulls out entirely, his tip leaves trails of translucent pre-cum all over your thighs, before he pushes back in.

“feel me there?” he asks, kissing up against your cervix as he pounds away at your womb, with his large, warm palm laid over your belly.

you’re being jostled back and forth on his linen sheets as you pull at his hair, breaking apart your moans to heave a hearty chuckle.

you feel yourself approaching your high, the spasms of your cunt leave his own pace erratic. his grunts get louder, his fucking more violent.

when you look at him, he has the same cheshire grin—the one you had.

as a hero, it’s a bit embarrassing to admit. he’s handsome, built, well-off, and has his own penthouse apartment. there’s no reason to think that he is a virgin. plus, he knows for a fact that if he wanted to, any fangirl of his would say yes to sex with him immediately, anyway.

when you’re pushed against bakugou’s door with his tongue in your mouth, you think there’s a certain sense of unease radiating off of him.

“i’m clean.” you mumble against his lips, and rather than chuckling like they always do, he glosses over the fact.

“me too.” he says.

he goes farther with you than any other person he’s had over. your panties are on the floor of his bedroom when he crawls on top of you, licking his fingers before he teases them down your body. your chest, stomach, your clit. but you notice it, a slight jitteriness. his acute awareness of the distance between himself and your body that is spread open for him.

bakugou thinks he’s gonna cum on the spot when you grip the base of his cock. the A/C has left your fingers cold, and they trace his veins until his arms get weak.

you have a small smirk on your face when he pushes your hand off. he pumps himself twice before pressing his tip against your slick, pre-cum sloshing with your own wetness.

this is it, he thinks. he’s finally going to lose his first time to you, and no one’s gonna know.

“mm,” you moan, “katsuki.”

“yeah? what do you need, baby?” he’s still focusing on where you two touch, where your cunt clenches around nothing.

he looks up at you, and your cheshire grin.

John Price settled into his armchair, whiskey already half gone, the portal pussy balanced on his lap. He turned it over once in his hands. He’d found it on his Sergeant’s desk earlier in the day, out in the open. No note, no pretense, just… there.

He ran his tongue over his teeth.

She’d been watching him for months. He wasn’t blind. The way her eyes dropped when he caught her staring, the flush that crept up her neck every time he leaned too close checking her work. Shy little thing didn’t have the nerve to say it outright, so she’d said it like this.

And who was he to leave a gift unopened?

Sure!! Here u go!

THE EYES

THE HANDS OH MY GOD

Then being a proper tease when he took you clothes shopping! Bikinis in March, the audacity! Sure.. you didn't need him to help you with the clothes but having him in the changing room definitely helped, you did make sure to wear the pink underwear he chose the last time you went shopping...

Oh! and at dinner too, sure you were flirting with the server the whole time, making sure to be just a touch too friendly with the poor guy. He was probably melting under Gaz's death stare which you tried to de-escalate by turning your attention to Gaz! How else can you bother a man already at his wits end?

By playing footsie with him! you made sure he was well aware of... you, as you kicked this foot lightly, the cold leather of your heels made you foot incredibly hard to ignore especially as you went higher and higher.

To end the night off you decided to go home and watch a movie; classic, just what you both needed.

That was until you both got in the car, you just couldn't seem to stop, stop the complaining or the toying, or the grinding..

"you think I don't see you squeezing your thighs together?" he was looking at you through the corner of his eyes, still focused on the road.

"What?! I'm just - just uncomfortable in this shitty car kyle" but it was too late you'd been caught in the act, the blush spread across your face was more than enough proof.

"So if I put my hand under your skirt, I won't feel your drenched panties, hmm? I've known you long enough to know you love being put in your place. That's why you've been so... sassy today. Isn't that right?"

"What?! No, you just haven't been able to do anything right. And who says I'm even wearing underwear, huh? I took it off for the hot server from earlier, he probably using it to jerk off(EW what else does one say..) right now."

GUYS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I CANNOT BRING MYSELF TO WRITE AFTER THIS POINT AHHHH, I NEVER EVEN SEEN A PENIS IRL HOW AM I MEANT TO ACCURATELY DESCRIBE A MAN??????clearly need to goon so i can be inspired. ive been very ill so havent been partaking in selfcare...

"calm down," your boyfriend hisses. "you're doing this to piss me off."

"I'm-- trying not to--" your voice is wavy. no matter how tight you close your knees, nothing can stop the tongue devouring you right now.

"You never came when I ate you out-"

And yet you're cumming now, twitching and biting your lip. its lucky you're sitting or else you would have hit the floor.

"turn it off,"

Kyle his mentee is struggling, somehow his medical reports have doubled in the last two weeks, raising the eyebrows of the higher ups.

cw: none. fluff :)

Kyle Garrick x you.

You have been adopted by a murder of crow hybrids, apparently your tendency towards dark clothes and a love for fluffy rimmed hoods made you a part of their group.

It was snowing and you'd been sitting and enjoying the quiet of the park, putting the new jacket you bought to good use as you thought about what you were doing for the rest of the day when the gaggle of hybrids had come to surround you, all in similar jacket styles or hooded snow capelets. They didn't even start out loud or rowdy, just sat with you until you got up to carry on with your day, and since then they have come to sit with you whenever you're out, growing louder and more chatty as time went on.

They never pushed you to join their conversations, but there was always space for you to jump in if you wanted to, silently including you with our pushing you into having to talk with them.

It was nice.

Around two months into them joining you for your winter park days they finally asked you a direct question, remarking that they had never seen the rest of your murder and hoped they hadn't left you all alone out here day in and day out, which led to the most awkward moment between the group of them and you yet. Pulling back your fluffy hood you look at them, fully human you looking back at the group of crow hybrids and softly telling them you're not an abandoned crow hybrid, just a human that likes the snow and a good sit.

To call their feathers ruffled would be greatly underselling the reaction they had to this revelation. The already rowdy and close knit group of hybrids began talking over each, exclaiming about how they had thought you were an abandoned crow hybrid, and that you needed a new murder to take care of you!

The change from them was almost instantaneous, no longer were they keeping their distance and waiting for you to join them as a crow hybrid, instead they were touchy and clinging to you like a treasure. Their murder had apparently made their minds up very quickly now that your status as a human has been revealed, you are a treasure of their murder and should be treated as such.

Now when you have them join you in sitting on the bench, they are eager to hold your hand, slip hand warmers into your pockets, and hug or cuddle up with you as they warble at each other around you.

Still leaving gaps in their conversations to have you join in, but just much closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck ways than before.

tell me you love it. tell me it made you slam your laptop shut. tell me you brought it up at your college lecture about kink. key smash in all caps. quote the passage that made you think. i promise, we’ll love it.