Cuddling Izu After A Long And Shitty Day. He Holds You Tightly And Whispers Sweet Nothings In Your Ear

Cuddling izu after a long and shitty day. He holds you tightly and whispers sweet nothings in your ear while rubbing your back and pressing sweet kisses to your forehead.

Hope this satisfied you a tiny bit 🥰

in a soft izu mood but i have zero energy to write anything haha

YES!!

in a soft izu mood but i have zero energy to write anything haha

"the gayest scene in deadpool and wolverine is the honda hate fuck" WRONG! the gayest scene is when they save the world through the power of handholding and madonna

Katsuki was never the type of guy to give head. He doesn't eat pussy. But that is until he met you.

He usually let his partner suck his cock and then fuck them from behind. Just impersonal sex. No bonds. No feelings. No after care.

But when he met you ? The boy went crazy. He was obsessed with you. When you had sex for the first time he slowly kissed you before pulling down your panties and kneeling in front of you.

He desperately needed to taste you. He started by kissing your inner thigh before diving into your pussy. And that is when he went wild. He sucked on your clit and drew circles around it with his tongue. He made you cum countless times, never coming out for air. At some point he asked you to sit on his face because he needed more.

He licked you everywhere, not leaving out an inch of your skin. You were so overwhelmed by pleasure but he wasn't planning on stopping.

Get ready to spend the night on his face...

here 2 cleanse ur dash with smth more wholesome (holesome? it’s up to you).

so i was thinkin abt that villain deku art this morning and. just a thought. um. it gave me denki flashbacks. so.

puppy hybrid/wolf hybrid izu who has to wear a muzzle when he goes into ruts. :( he’s so sad about it because he’s so good!! all the time!! he’s the bestest puppy ever!! but then he made one too many mistakes :( and had to be issued a mandated muzzle for the foreseeable future :( until he finds a partner or something idk.

but those stupid muzzles make him feel so dizzy and claustrophobic with need :(( he’s a good boy and he wears them and stays home, but he’s lonely. :( and he thinks about that pretty girl he really likes at the agency because that’s the only thing on his mind. :( but he’d never want to hurt you so he avoids you like crazy when he’s getting close to his rut.

but that’s just an idea. 😔

we aren’t going to talk about how long i’ve held on to this, but just know that when i am down i go back to read it. i think it’s time to share my thoughts.

cw: hybrids, ruts, muzzles, aggression, suggestive, slight breeding kink mention, talk of biting and scars, slight dom! reader, reader is a hybrid too but it’s not entirely specified.

puppy hybrid! izuku always has and always will make the most sense to me. he’s such a good boy , loyal, playful…protective.

but he’s still a pro-hero, and he’s so big and bulky. he forgets his own strength sometimes, especially paired with his natural, canine instincts. and even so, it came as a shock to him when he became one of the small population of hybrids to be under muzzle law during his ruts. not him! he was so good, all the time. he was friendly. he was patient. it set him back just a few paces mentally.

nobody else was shocked.

izuku was a beast, even more so when he was in the mindset of deku. it was easy to notice his shifts in moods the moment that his rut was creeping up on him. it was the way he was always on edge, the way he was more snarls than boyish grins. the slightest of noises had him balling his hands into fists, flowery smells had him licking away drool from the corner of his mouth.

and you. he knew from the very moment you two met, it was a wonderful idea that he was required to muzzle. he could barely control himself around you when his head was clear. you smelled of honey-coated pomegranates and warm linen. you talked so sugary and grinned so widely. Ripped up fishnets and jeans he envied only because it wasn’t his claws that tore into them. dark lipstick he wanted to be stained with.

he was a mess, and the closer he got to his least favorite season, the more he tried to avoid you. you were practically impossible to avoid to his dismay. always rounding corners and bumping into him like a klutz, spilling your paperwork over the side of your desk so he was doomed to watch you drop to your knees and scoop them up. he’d watch you from his own desk guiltily, cock heavy against his thigh, throbbing and twitching in time with his racing heart.

he wanted nothing more than to fold you in half and make home inside of you. it wasn’t like he couldn’t smell you. he could smell the nerves pulling at the hairs on the nape of your neck, could smell the arousal pooling between your thighs whenever he stood too close or brushed against you. he wasn’t dumb, but he knew better. one wrong move could render him feral and he had already came too many times to the idea of leaving nasty scars on you with his teeth. came too many times to the imagery of ruining your womb with his puppies, breeding you full, watching you waddle around smelling like him.

it was so bad you knocked his rut on earlier than usual, had him unknowingly stomping around the office and snapping at people that looked at him the wrong way. worst of all, you had placed a small hand on his arm to ask if he were okay only for him to growl at you. he hated it, but enjoyed that fleeting look of fear in your eyes, hated it because you didn’t move your hand as soon as he showed protest. so, without a clear head, he snatched your wrist hard enough to bruise. he didn’t mean to, it was evident he didn’t, but he couldn’t stop the reflex.

he started his leave early, clicked that stupid muzzle into place, and locked himself in his apartment. he felt horrible for lashing out at you, paced around his home muttering out all the possible ways he could make amends. that didn’t stop him from grinding against any surface that could grant him friction, from fucking into almost every tight silicone hole he owned— all with the thought of you at the forefront of his mind. it was perverted, pathetic too, but his body had a mind of its own.

he didn’t expect for you to show up at his door though, with take out and a stack of rented movies at that. it was a relief to see you, anyone really, since he normally spent this time utterly alone. the feeling was bittersweet. for one, he didn’t want you to see him in his muzzle, locked up like a misbehaving mutt. two, he didn’t want to lash out at you or hurt you, and fuck you smelled like heaven with all the extra exposed skin from being out of uniform. three, he was just humping the arm of his couch moments prior to your fist against his door, so his cock was bone hard in his grey sweats, fabric dark and damp with pre.

“you shouldn’t be here..,” he grumbled, ears tinging pink, claws digging into the doorframe. he watched your eyes flicker towards the noise of the wood splintering under his fingers. he could practically hear your throat as you swallowed, his own emerald eyes were glaring at the way your neck bobbed.

“do you want me to leave,” you muse, a playful lilt to your tone. it was a knowing one, one that proved you were a lot less oblivious than you had led on. there was a twinkle of mischief in your eyes, an excitable flick to your ears and swish to your tail. of course izuku didn’t want you to leave, he was already using all of his lucidness to keep from pouncing on you. so he did one better, he changed the subject with a question of his own.

“why are you here?”

“a lil’ birdie told me you have very vicious ruts, and it’s never good to spend that time alone,” you hum, stepping half a step closer, “annnd i know you’re a sucker for katsudon.”

a scowl spread his features, but you couldn’t help but smile at him anyway. he had a bright idea who the little ‘birdie’ might have been, and all he could see was wild pink curls. he side stepped, raising an index finger just as you were about to bounce into the confines of his home.

“if you come in here, i can’t promise i’ll…-,” he grasped for an appropriate word but you beat him to it.

“behave?”

he felt the air being punched from him, enough to make a nervous laugh leave his chest. his hand came up to scratch at the back of his neck just as you stepped past him. “yeah, I guess.”

“that’s what the muzzle is for, yeah? keep you from goin’ all Cujo on me?”

you strolled through the living room, shamelessly breathing in his scent and musk. the place stunk of him, and he was aware of that, but it did a lot more for you than it would for him. but even through his prominence in the space, your sweetness was clouding the air as you journeyed to his kitchen to place the food on the counter.

“i don’t go…Cujo.”

“Oh yeah? you seemed pretty rabid when you snatched my wrist the other day. definitely not the izu’ i know.”

even though your words were soft and lighthearted, he still felt a pang of guilt hit him like a truck. he risked closing the gap between the two of you, ignored the way that his gums itched to bite you.

“i was going to apologize the moment i saw you next. i should have never done that— should have never touched you.” he was about to go down a spiral of babbled apologies, about to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness when you simply held up your wrist.

he whined, a pout forming the moment he saw the small budded bruise on the side of your wrist. he didn’t enjoy the idea of your being hurt…but he selfishly wished he could mark you up even more.

“don’t apologize to me, apologize to my wrist.” he wasn’t even aware of the smug look painting your face, he was too hyper focused on repenting.

his hands were trembling, shaking as he took ahold of your forearm, raising it. his eyes were so sincere, hazy and clouded, but sincere nonetheless.

“i’m so sorry.”

“yeah? you won’t do it again?”

he shook his head quickly, “no— never, i-“

“kiss it better. go on,” you said softly, breath labored as he dipped down almost immediately.

it was the thud of his muzzle against your arm that seemed to wake him up again. his pursed lips dropped slightly, his eyes flickering back up to yours as realization hit.

“see, you really are a good boy.”

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fwb!suguru whose dick got painfully hard when you taunted him, rolled your eyes at him or outwitted him. he lived for your sassiness.

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fwb!suguru whose grown accustomed to your presence. he calls you when he isn't feeling okay, you call him when something bothers you. he's grown used to you telling him all about work, how you got your nails done, how you saw a cute cat near your apartment. trivial details, which coming from anyone else he would hang up, but he looks forward to them with you.

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"mhmm yeah cum all over my face beautiful, I know you want to"

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