you could be on your phone, reading a book, studying, cooking dinner— it doesn’t matter to him.
he loves it even more when your hands are occupied so he can wrap his arms around your torso and hold all of you. lazily placing kisses on the sides of your jaw like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
the warmth of you is single-handedly his favourite place to be.
and when it came to aftercare?
he wouldn’t let you go if you did try.
that feeling itself was home, even if sometimes it got a little overwhelming. your back pressed flush against his chest, breathless as his arms wrapped heavily around your stomach, hugging tight. you squirm in his grip, but it only makes him press you further into him.
“mmhf— jason, i love you, but move over,” little conviction in your words.
jason, ever the possessive and clingy man he is, he kisses the curve of your neck and loosens his grip slightly, “i can’t help that i want to eat you alive,”
pulling away from him, you laugh, “you know you sound like a killer when you say that stuff,”
but he’s turning you to face him and adjusting you upward already, heavy hands over your hips.
“i mean, i am so infatuated with you,” planting tender kisses over love bites he’d left earlier.
bare skin flush against yours and his calloused hands urging you to sink back down onto him, a heavy sigh of relief escaping and he swallows them quickly from between your lips. like a beautiful practiced routine, you lean down onto him as he inches the rest of him deeper and the warmth welcomes him home again.
parting from his lips with a soft gasp of air, his breathy voice takes yours, “i need to have you in every way that matters.”
nearly choking at the implication of his words, you sit entirely upright in his lap, bubbling with nerves of overwhelming emotion you couldn’t quite name. heart pattering as he’s got you in the most intimate position.
nervously you smile, “that’s a lot of pressure.”
he’s shaking his head with a look in his eye that borders on absolution and fear. the honey tongued words spoke like it was only meant for you, running his calloused hands that felt impossibly soft against your skin. leaving soft wet kisses along the side of your neck, tickling you with his breath as he spoke.
“you don’t understand, i’m completely undone by you and you don’t even have to do a thing.”
you could never deny him, really. like it’s sunday morning and he were the sun, you easily tilt your neck for him, giving him more surface area to work with. leaning back down, trying to glue yourself to his body while he continued his soft ministrations, teasing in the most delicious way as your slumber reassumed itself.
“can we just stay like this?” he mumbles against your neck.
you crank your neck towards him, “isn’t that uncomfortable for you?”
he looks genuinely taken aback, “are you kidding? i could die again as long as it’s inside of you and i wouldn’t complain.”
wiggling his face back into the crook of your neck, still buried deep as he sighs against you—as if there was absolutely nowhere else he’d rather be.
“i would, and that is definitely creepy babe,” you try but your eyes are already closing as his grip tightens all over again.
he doesn’t entertain your rebuttal, instead he lets an “mmhmm” out as he runs his hands in soothing paths up your back. you melt into him and catch the sight of the soft red streaks on his forearms from how you’d been scratching at him earlier. begging him—whether to stop or go on, you can’t recall. this time you don’t complain, and the smile that takes over your bruised lips doesn’t bother you.
the warmth felt familiar and safe, and despite your earlier protests, the gentle tug of deafening slumber pulls you under with the help of his thumping heartbeat just beneath your ear. slowly he let himself fall into the quiet of your breathing, both of your breaths synchronizing, mingling together and dancing in the lovers' embraces that could not be seen with the naked eye, or naked anything for that matter.
I was wondering if you could do a little Drabble, like the one you did with Denki about him not shutting up during sex, but instead could you Do Iida? Like we all know this man talks a lot, but imagine him being so pussy drunk that he’s just rambling. UGH love that
Anyway, it’s ok if not! Thank you!
🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 loose mouth
iida tenya yapping during sex; fem reader (aged up)
warnings: nsfw, p in v, doggy style, hair pulling, dirty talk, lowkey possessive tenya
a/n: this is short
⋮ ⌗ ┆˚₊‧꒰ა 🍓 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
"t.. tenya!" you whined out desperately, gripping onto the sheets as he continued to slam into you. your back arched, ass in the air as iida gripped your hips. "am i being too rough..? s.. hah.. so sorry, love." he breathed out as he softly adjusted his glasses, his sharp red eyes watching your quivering form. "you feel so good," his thick cock continued to assault your wet core, his hands trailed up your back and each one landed beside your head that was hidden in the pillow.
you moans were muffled, his hips not slowing down once. "i can't help myself, you're incredible." his broad shoulders and big abs made you feel so small, trapped underneath his muscular, warm body. you felt the heat radiating off him, "you're sucking me in, shit, so tight. so.. ah," he gasps as his mouth hang agape. his veiny hands take a fist of your hair and tilts your head up, kissing your throat messily. "missed you so much all day, couldn't stop thinking about you." he gasps out, you whimpered, the stretch of his girth, his tip reaching as deep as to your cervix. he had you in his grasp.
you clenched around him, "so tight, so tight, oh god." he groans as he pushed your head back into the pillow. "you love my cock right?" he spits out, he wasn't known to be a vulgar man. only when he has you trapped underneath him. who could blame him? your pussy felt incredible. "my pretty woman," he praised with a gasp, he tried to keep his lidded eyes open as he continued to slam his hips against the fat of you ass, jiggling with every thrust.
you couldn't even get a word in, too overwhelmed with the pleasure, you could moan and whine in return. he smiled down at you, iida's blue hair was a mess, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. his glasses slid down his nose, "i need you all for myself, all mine." he gripped the flesh of your ass roughly as you gasped, "my woman."
i like fanworks where dick is closer with the batsiblings than he is in canon but like generally speaking he's really busy and self-isolating and they have to break into his apartment or call him for backup to see him. like in post-crisis canon. even timmy who is his little purse dog doesn't spend half as much time with dick as you'd expect. the titans barely see him unless they're backing each other up or are on a team together at the moment which is half of why they keep manically reforming the team every three years (so they can actually hang out). post-crisis dick is not the person keeping the bats together (that's tim) or scheduling family hangouts (that's not really any of them on any kind of regular basis) he's spending 18 hours a day minimum working and nightwinging and somehow squeezing even more time out of the day to fix his neighbor's water heater and do six other good deeds and then he's getting shot again
Omg omg this is my own boy, wearing the little dress that I wore as a child when I got baptised. My mom saved it so that my progeny would wear it, and her wishes came true (I hope).
all i crave is a peaceful life. no chaos, no drama, no gossip. safe friendships. devotion. sunlight. early nights. nervous system regulation. deep conversations about energy + purpose. intuition over logic. alignment over achievement.
hear me out, big meaty strong kirishima is a really sweetheart & everyone loves him, he radiates positivity and kindness but he’s real nervous about his big cock and always does lots and lots of foreplay so he can get it in, but unfortunately it never fully fits so he never gets those deep strokes that make him crazy, until he meets reader of course who has just the right anatomy to take those deep strokes pls bring this vision to life
✩꒱ too big to handle ft. eijirou kirishima .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero eijirou kirishima & fem!reader. size kink, size queen, big boy eijirou, reader mentioned to be smaller than kirishima, established relationship. -> eijirou’s afraid his size might hurt you but you’re all about proving him wrong.
i dunno abt like right anatomy it defo all sits with the foreplay and build up but !!! eijirou and his size queennnnn !!
eijirou meets you by chance at a bar and knows then, that you’re different. unlike any girl he’s ever met — not afraid of his strength or his size. you’re all over it. you date for a while, months, before he tries anything with you.
he’s scared that you’ll be put off by how well endowed he is, so whenever things between you get intimate and he starts to get hard — he kinda darts off with a flimsy excuse fluttering on his lips or leaves abruptly to go jerk off at home. in the shower :( though the man never leaves you hanging he’ll finger you to oblivion n back to make it up to you but even then… he’s aware of how thick and deft his fingers are. worries about stretching you out on them too.
pretty quickly — you get tired of the red head avoiding going all the way with you though. you’ve seen the outline of that monster cock and you know, with enough determination that you can take it. it’s more about getting eijirou there. so while you’re canoodling one night, his hand down your little pink panties he loves so much just lazily rubbin’ you, biting on your lower lip — you let him make you cum, soak through your clothes before you attack.
pin him to the bed even though he is so massive and he knows he could break free in a heartbeat. then you snap his boxers down n use l a single hand (much smaller than his) to guide his girth towards your sluice and dripping entrance now that you’re straddling him.
“w-wait, slow down —!” he’d gasp, choke on a moan because you’re already to warm and wet against him and he can smell your slick in the air whilst you circle your cunt down on the burningly thick circumference of his tip. “baby — oh god — baby, you might … hurt yourself.”
“don’t care,” you huff and you pout and he swears the world starts spinning because you’re suctioning around him and your walls ripple every time that you thrust down. “need to know what it’s like, havin’ you inside.”
he swallows, throat bobbing, eyes on your face because if he looks between your legs — where your bodies meet and your pussy stretches to make room for him — he really might die.
“fuckfuckfuck… you’re so perfect. so, so perfect.”
your hand glides up his chest, pecs that heave beneath the ghost of your touch, pecs that still once you cup the base of kirishima’s throat. he grasps your wrist — desperately hoping it’ll ground him somehow because your cunt makes his thread of sanity run loose.
he can’t believe his luck, that someone like you has made her way through the stars to be with him. eijirou’s face flushes with the same intense kind of heat you get from being under the sun for too long, he bucks and he flinches — afraid that it’ll hurt when a little more of him slips past your quivering hole and practically kisses your cervix with his leaky tip.
but you don’t cry, you don’t back down. instead — your head tilts as though you’re memorised by the way he looks. ruined and wrecked. your lips spread into smile eijirou is sure only angels are capable of and you thrust your own hips to match is tentative rhythm, swallowing more of him. easily.
“i’ll take all of you, i know i can do it, promise,” you lick your lips as you swear. “and the next time you cum, it won’t be in your hand or the shower or some tissue. it’ll be inside me.”
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Raging against the machine: Cripplepunk and the “disabled and cute” movement
In 2015, a post on Tumblr appeared by user crpl-punk featuring a picture of the blog’s owner Tyler, dressed in attire of an alternative flair, a cigarette dangling out of their mouth and posing with their cane. The caption of the post read ‘cripple punk’, with Tyler stating that they were “starting a movement”, a statement that would prove to be true.
Tyler, the founder of the cripplepunk movement. The original image is featured on the left.
Tyler would later post more on their blog about their thoughts for the movement, wanting it to be a movement by and for disabled people to dispel against the “inspiration porn” status that many disabled people are relegated to. The movement promotes the agency of disabled people, urging the general public to see them as individuals and not just a “victim” of their disability, and to simultaneously acknowledge that their disability is part of who they are and call for more accessibility. While Tyler was a self-identified punk, the movement has gone beyond the punk aesthetic to encapsulate a wider political stance.
Cripplepunk would also go on to influence another disability based social media movement, “disabled and cute”. While still retaining a political edge, the movement also has a strong self-love stance. The #disabledandcute tag on Instagram boasts over 285,000 posts, with disabled folks displaying themselves and their look proudly. Jessica Kellgreen-Fozard, the woman behind Jessica Out Of The Closet and a deaf and disabled activist with an interest in vintage fashion, stated on her Youtube channel the following:
“People are going to look at you anyway, so you should give them something to look at.”
Jessica Kellgreen-Fozard of JessicaOutOfTheCloset
This quote encapsulates a lot of the ideology of the disabled and cute movement, with many posts to the hashtag showing people proudly displaying their love of fashion. Sprout, a v-tuber and artist (and a full-time wheelchair user) behind sproutwiki, creates illustrations of disabled characters based in fashion subcultures, highlighting his love of fashion.
Sprout's illustrations
I believe that these movements and the elevation of disabled voices can help create change to make us further included in our visibility in the fashion world. After all, we do like to look cool too :)
“Because the truth is, tech doesn’t have an image problem. It doesn’t have a message problem. It has an intention problem. What’s wrong with the axe murderer who broke into my house is not that he hasn’t successfully persuaded me to buy into his narrative. What’s wrong is that he’s trying to kill me with an axe. Similarly, when you launch a product that’s designed to put millions of people out of work, block access to sources of verifiable truth, replace human creativity with slop, and lower the barriers to every sort of atrocity, the problem isn’t that you haven’t told the public a good story about those things. The problem is that you are trying to do them.”
Just started working on a new fic that's Tenya Iida x Reader!
title: Our Love Belongs in a Museum
rating: M for eventual smut, but most chapters are T unless marked 18+
pairing: a Tenya Iida / Reader fic
summary: You're a curator who works at the Tokyo National Museum. Your domain is ancient art and artifacts, not the flashy world of pro heroes—that is, until the museum gets tipped off that it's being targeted for a heist. As a result, pro hero Tenya Iida is assigned to help the museum beef up its security. Not only is Iida quite beefy himself, he’s the type of meticulous person who reads every museum plaque thoroughly—and the juxtaposition makes your head spin. But with a potential robbery looming over both of your heads, the last thing either of you needs is to be distracted by romance—right?
cw: 18+, aged up!tenya, college!au, oblivious!tenya, explicit content and language, borderline feral!reader, virgin!reader, virgin!tenya, shameless smut, vaginal sex, bareback creampie (wrap it before you tap it pls!)
an: this man has been living in my mind more than usual, but here's something i've been working on for the past few months (life got weird for a bit), but please enjoy whatever tf this is
to the rest of your classmates it seemed like you had hit the relationship jackpot and in many ways you definitely did. tenya was attentive and caring, he always made sure you had breakfast before class, gave you flowers when he felt you needed them, even giving you access to his credit card without asking.
but there was something missing and the thought of it was eating you up inside.
you and tenya had been dating for nearly six months and you hadn't had sex yet. not only that, you haven't seen him naked at all.
at first you thought he was just shy and needed time to warm up, but has the months passed by you couldn't help but feel like there had to be something else.
whenever things start to get hotter and heavier, he pulls away and gives you a kiss on the forehead. you know he likes it you can very clearly see how much he enjoys it! the thought of tenya adjusting the bulge in his pants after he lifts you off of him practically makes your mouth water with want.
is it something you're doing? something you aren't doing? it felt like you were driving yourself crazy.
"i just don't know how else to tell him" you complained falling back on mina's bed after labs one day. "i've practically done everything besides just showing up naked."
mina let out a soft snort "honestly, he probably needs something ridiculously obvious! i mean, kiri had a hard time too when we first started dating, maybe tenya is just a late bloomer."
your phone buzzed, startling you out of your memory. it was late and you practically were dozing off at your desk, trying to cram some extra studying in.
you reached over and read the incoming text with wide eyes.
you began pacing inside your dorm, luckily UA's collegiate campus wasn't very big and the men's dorms were in the building next door. you looked down at your outfit and grimaced. your very well loved and well worn sweatpants and your dad's college sweater had definitely seen better days. you quickly rifled through your closet to see what would be appropriate. something slightly seductive and didn't make it look like you had a giant neon sign pointed directly at your crotch that said "ENTER HERE".
a flash of red ribbon caught the corner of your eye and immediately felt your face flush with embarrassment. with slightly trembling hands you reached down to the back of your closet and pulled out a black box that had started to gathered dust.
you remember the moment that Mina shoved it into your hands at your birthday party last year.
you pulled gently at the ribbon and set the box on your desk, you hadn't opened it since she had gifted to you. "just keep it in case of an emergency!" she winked knowingly "white means innocent, right? gotta ruin it sometime.'
inside sat a pristine white laced baby doll lingerie, complete with delicate lace and crotch-less bottoms. this is too much...right?
you snatched up the lingerie and began to change. neon sign be damned.
once you finished changing and touching up your makeup, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror. the lingerie fit you perfectly, the lace accentuating your curves in all the right places, you covered yourself with one of your long winter coats, preparing to shield yourself from the cold outside.
"here goes nothing" you breathed out, steeling your nerves.
you fixed your hair one more time out of nervous habit before you knocked on his door.
tap, tap, tap
the door swung open and you were greeted by the retreating back of your partner. "thank god you're here, baby" You heard him call out over his shoulder. tenya's broad back was hunched over, clearing his desk.
"someone's desperate" you grinned, quickly dropping your coat. nipples perked in excitement as you waited for him to turn around.
"yes! I've actually been trying to figure out this for my quirk evolution thesis and yours actual-" tenya finally turned around to see you in practically nothing, a furious blush on your face as you realized how severely you misunderstood the situation.
"oh my god"
"oh my god!" tenya's papers went flying as he turned to cover his eyes, but it was too late, the image of you in close to nothing was officially seared into his brain. "wh-what is happening?!"
"i'm so sorry!" you rushed to cover yourself with something-anything at this point. "i-just. your text!"
you looked over your shoulder and watched tenya pace around the room with both hands covering his eyes. but your gaze immediately fixed on the very noticeable bulge straining the front of his sweatpants.
you paused and debated your next move.
option 1: you apologize even more and quickly leave, praying to whatever God is out there that tenya won't break up with you and label you as a absolute perv
or...
option 2: see where this goes
you could tell tenya was trying to control his breathing, making the hard planes of his chest expand with every breath. you knew you could cum from riding the ridges of his abs alone.
option 2 it is
you slowly approached the blue haired man like one would approached a spooked animal "tenya..?" you reached out carefully, you hand cold against his flushed skin "tenya, look at me...please?"
"i-it's improper!"
"i want you to!" you finally cried out "i want you to look at me like this, ten. i-i want you to touch me!"
tenya's pacing stopped at your sudden declaration. he had always been taught to never look indecently at women, especially at their most vulnerable. he always keep you at arms length, not because he wanted to, but because he want you to be tainted by the impure thoughts that danced in his head whenever you were around. he wanted to do it right because you deserved only the best he could give.
he felt like absolute scum whenever you'd leave his dorm after a heavy make-out session, how quickly he'd rip off his bottoms and jerk off at the memory of you grinding yourself on his lap.
tenya never for a moment thought about how much you wanted him in return. he couldn't fathom it. why would the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen want to anything to do with him?
"tenya?" you called out softly this time, your hands coming up to meet his, slowly pulling them down to rest at your hips. you took his chin in your hand and turned his head so his carmine eyes met yours. "i want this, tenya iida. i want you."
"i've never done this before" he confessed, like it was something to be ashamed of.
"neither have i" you smiled, your hand gently caressing his cheek "but we can learn..together."
"together" he agreed as he rushed forward, your mouths meeting in a fury of pent up feelings and unabashed freedom.
he quickly scooped you up, the feeling of your plush thighs wrapped around him was enough to have him let out a soft moan. were you always this soft?
"th-the bed, ten. please" you murmured in between wet kisses. before you could blink, you felt yourself fall back onto his neatly made bed. the force made your legs fall open.
his eyes immediately zeroed in between your legs. oh my god she's wearing a crotchless outfit.
tenya had never been a religious man, he had always based himself with science and logic, but seeing your core bare for the first time? it was like seeing God for the first time. your folds were already glistening with arousal, practically dripping on his perfectly fitted sheets.
you began to squirm under tenya's focused gaze, you went to cover yourself, but quickly felt your hands be pinned above you.
"don't" he rasped, voice hoarse. "don't shield me from the most beautiful thing i've ever seen" he quickly let your hands go to push your thighs further apart. "c-can i?"
it felt like you couldn't nod fast enough as you watched tenya trace a hesitant finger down your folds.
it felt like you were being touched by a live wire, you felt white hot under his touch "ah!"
he quickly withdrew his hand "did i hurt you?"
"no! no! i promise, it felt good! i-i'm just not used to someone else touching me like that"
tenya sat up and adjusted his glasses "will you show me how-uh-"
you gave him a reassuring smlie "you want to see how i touch myself, ten?"
for the first time in a long time, tenya iida was at a loss for words, all he could do was nod tensely.
you scooted a bit up the bed so you could lean back comfortably as you let your legs fall back open. god, you've never done this for an audience before.
as if he could read your thoughts, tenya spoke gently "it's just me, my love. it's okay."
you closed your eyes briefly as your fingers dipped to your pussy, you let out a small noise of pleasure as you circle your clit slowly. you looked up and grinned.
tenya was making the same face he does when he was trying to study for his exams. what you couldn't see was the restraint he was practicing, all he wanted you to do was suffocate him between your thighs as he devoted his life to simply pleasuring you.
his eyes widened slightly as you slid two fingers inside, the lewd squelching noises your pussy was making almost made him come then and there.
"fuck it" he breathed out, you could barely register what was happening before tenya moved your hands out of the way and buried his face in your cunt.
there's absolutely no way he hasn't done this before, you can already feel your orgasm nearing and he hasn't even been down there for five minutes
he replaced your fingers with his and you let out a low whine at the stretch. jesus, if his fingers are this thick, what's the rest of him like??
"ten! fuuck, just like that!" you cry out as he sucks greedily on your clit. with a small curl of his fingers, he could feel the soft spongy spot inside. your hips bucked to fuck yourself back on his fingers, practically riding his face "i-i'm-oh my god. i'm gonna cum!"
tenya's fingers kept that steady space, hitting your g-spot over and over until the pleasure coiled inside you snapped. tenya greedily lapped up the evidence of your release to the point where you had to push his head away from you
tenya quickly leaned forward to kiss you, smearing your slick on both of your chins. "i need more, my love. i-please. please" the need to be inside you felt like it was burning him alive.
you barely nodded before he was shoving off his boxers and sweatpants. his cock was hard and leaking as he smacked against his toned stomach
tenya kneeled back onto the bed, effortlessly pulling you closer to him. in a small moment of hesitation his eyes met yours. the eyes he fell for the first time you met, the eyes that always twinkled with mirth and glee, the eyes that would would hide whenever you'd tear up at dog shelter tiktoks. when he looked at those eyes now in this moment, he was met with neither hesitation nor fear, but with such love and trust that it felt like it was knocking the wind out of him.
you nodded at him with a small smile, "it's okay" you reassured him.
he moved forward slowly, guiding his tip through the slick gathered at your entrance, slowly teasing himself against your folds "oh jesus"
"baby" you urged him, the urge to beg for more creeping up your throat
with a deep breath, tenya moved.
you gasped as your felt the thick tip of tenya's cock push into you. the immediate feeling of your pussy stretching to accommodate him made your eyes roll back. your moans became louder with every shallow movement.
sweat gathered at the temple's of tenya's face, making his hair stick to his skin. his breathing became shallow as he tried to restrain himself from plowing into you. he watched as your pussy sucked him in.
"i-it's s-so much!" you cried out "ten, please!"
"i know, baby. i know, it's okay, you're okay. you're doing so good, angel."
with a final push, he finally sheathed himself down to the hilt
"i'm inside you" you could hear him murmur, more to himself than anything. you couldn't help the small laugh that slipped out of you
"how's it feel, hero?"
"warm, god you're so warm. an-and wet." it feels like...everything."
you wanted to bask in this moment longer, but the ache between your legs became too strong to ignore, you gently bucked your hips against tenya's trying to signal your urge
"i-i don't know how long i'll last, my love"
in all honestly, you didn't know how much longer you were going to last either, the sensations flowing through you were overwhelming. you've masturbated before, but it was nothing compared to the real thing
"want more, ten..want you, please"
it was like a light switched behind tenya's eyes. he hooked your legs onto his shoulders, folding you into a tight mating press - you could practically feel your knees to your chin
"whatever you want, angel"
he picked up a pace you could only describe as brutal. this wasn't the meek tenya you knew, that man was replaced by something driven solely by instinct and sheer desire to claim what was his.
it felt like you were succumbing to some sort of delirium with every thrust of his hips. you couldn't tell if minutes or hours had past, all you knew was tenya iida.
tenya wasn't fairing any better, the feel of you around him was all-consuming, an addiction he knew he wasn't going to beat. he studied every anatomy book, read through every reddit forum on how to please a woman, he practically spent hours watching female directed porn for research. but theoretical practice couldn't prepare him for the real thing.
he reached down and pulled down the sheer lace covering your tits. the sight of them bouncing freely was almost enough to make him come on the spot.
"god, you-you're so beautiful. you feel like heaven"
you gasped as he bent down to suck on your chest, the sensation driving you over the edge.
you came a second time with a cry of his name on your lips and tenya wasn't far behind
his hips bucked against you with an rapid, irregular pace before stuttering out
"oh oh fuck!"
if you could've taken a picture of tenya's face as he came, you would have proudly displayed it in your living room. his usual stern frown had softened into a serene smile. his glasses fogged and askew
suddenly his bright red eyes widened "I came inside you. oh my god! I CAME INSIDE YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM."
your laughter broke through his mounting panic.
he was in the process of starting a full blown panic attack and you were laughing?!
"i'm sorry!" you tried to muffle your giggles "i'm on the pill, it's okay! i even have a plan b just in case" you rubbed soothing circles along his back.
it was like he fell in love with you all over again.
you paused for a moment, feeling something strange against you. you peered down to find tenya fully hard again against your thigh.
"you got turned on by that?!"
"it's hot how prepared you were, that's all!" the tips of his ears turned red at your teasing "but...i'd very much like to do that again, if you would."
hi there this is my first ever request and i'm kinda nervous lol
but i was wondering if the nsfw alphabet could be requested? if so could i request it with iida/chubby fem reader? & if not that's totally okay!
or if not maybe a smutty lil drabble where he's completely feral for chubby reader (i know he's very prim & proper, but just something about him going crazy/being a whiny mess for reader's pussy does something for my little goblin brain)
thank you & i hope you have a good day! 🍄
(Laser: omg I'm so honored to be your first request! I decided to do the drabble for now, but I'll definitely do the NSFW alphabet as well one of these days. Though, it's no longer a drabble, I really got into it. Iida really needs more love!
I hope you enjoy!)
Iida/Chubby!Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Dating a high-profile hero like Tenya meant that at least once a month, you were dressing up in something fancy and spending the evening at his side as you attended some important dinner or event involving other important figures in the industry. You didn't mind it, not at all. You were a sociable type, and you also worked with heroes because of your career in the hero support field. Half of the time, these events felt less like business and more like catching up with friends and interesting acquaintances.
Besides, you really liked dressing up. It wasn't often you got to feel glamorous, holed up in your workshop sweating over prototypes and making repairs. Sometimes it was nice to set the work gloves aside, wash off the grease, and get all dolled up.
Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Commission President Takami, and you were at Tenya's side like always. You were particularly happy with tonight's outfit. You bought a new dress that was a deep dark blue, almost black, form fitting, and when you moved, the light would catch on some subtle gold detailing in the fabric. You matched it with some killer heels and jewelry Tenya had gifted you over the years. Your hair and makeup was perfect, and you'd even gotten your nails done (a rare treat because of your work) which you had to stop from admiring every time they caught your eye.
You felt so pretty, and Tenya thought so, too.
You had to arrive separately that evening, Tenya getting held up with an incident that needed his last-minute assistance. When he saw you waiting for him out in front of the venue, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He had that tell-tale blush up his neck and to his ears and you watched his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flitted up and down your figure in your tight dress.
He cleared his throat, tugging at the tie around his neck as he took a moment to compose himself. "(Name)! You look...splendid," he said as he approached you, his eyes full of admiration. It was obvious he was struggling to put all his thoughts into one simple word. You'd clearly wowed him tonight.
You smiled wide, pleased that you’d blown him away. "Thank you! You look good, too," as he came to a stop before you, you could appreciate just how amazing he looked in a suit. It was a sight you would never tire of, how his broad shouldered, muscular body seemed to be made for formal wear. He'd coordinated his suit to match your outfit, and it made you even more excited to be dressed up tonight.
"Thanks, honey," he pressed a kiss to your temple, the contact brief and chaste. He often kept PDA to a minimum, it was just the way he was. You didn't mind, you understood there was a time and place for everything, and he was plenty affectionate in private.
When he pulled back, he took another moment to look at you, and his glasses did little to hide the desire in his red eyes. It made your heart skip a beat. He gave a little sigh, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles along your cheek, "honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to focus tonight with you next to me, looking like this," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.
You felt your face heat up, suddenly bashful at the admission. But before you could reply, Tenya had his hand placed lightly between your shoulder blades and he was guiding you inside.
The rest of the night went as expected. Lots of listening to speeches and mingling, some catching up with the people you knew. All the while, Tenya was his polite, proper self. He kept you close, but his hands never strayed anywhere inappropriate, he lavished you with compliments and fond smiles but nothing too heated.
To anyone else, Tenya might not have seemed very affected, but you knew him, and you knew he was enamored by your appearance tonight.
There was a tension to him in the set of his shoulders, and a restlessness belied by the tapping of his finger against his champagne glass. His eyes lingered on you just a tad too long before he seemed to catch himself and look away. By the end of the night, you could tell he was eager to leave.
You two said your goodbyes and exited the venue, entering an elevator to get back to the ground floor.
As the doors of the elevator closed, leaving the two of you alone for the first time that evening, you felt Tenya's strong arms wrap around you from behind, the hard line of his body pressing against your back. His hands pressed to your stomach, giving a light squeeze.
You blinked, feeling his face press into the top of your head, his shuddering breath soaking into your body, "...Tenya?"
"Sorry, (Name), I'm just..." he took in another deep breath, pulling you even closer to him, his hands kneading your stomach almost absently, "I've been thinking about you all evening. It feels rude, but I'm not sure if I heard a word anyone said. All I could think about was how you look in this dress, all I wanted was to take you back home and do things I shouldn't think about in public."
You could feel a light thrumming from his body, a result of his engine quirk, a sign of his excitement. He grew semi-hard as he spoke, his arousal pressing against your back. His voice had a growing neediness to it, and in response, heat pooled, slow and sweet, between your legs. You licked your lips, resting your hands atop his, your thumbs brushing along his knuckles.
"Let's go home, Tenya," you said, hot desire coating your voice. You tilted your head up, back against his chest, and smiled up at him, "and we'll take care of you."
Getting home was sweet agony. Despite the promise of what awaited him at home, Tenya would not drive above the speed limit, ever the rule-follower. He didn't seem particularly happy about it, either, which made it even funnier to you despite your own impatience.
Eventually, blessedly, you made it home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Tenya was sweeping you off your feet.
You gasped, your arms going around his strong shoulders as he held you bridal style and all but marched towards the bedroom. It never failed to turn you on, just how easily he could pick you up and carry you around. You were by no means petite, but that didn't pose a problem to Tenya. In fact, he seemed to prefer it in a lot of ways.
He laid you down on your bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you immediately. Neither of you had even had the chance to remove your shoes, that was how impatient he was to taste you. He covered you with his body, slotting himself between your legs. One hand cradled your face, the other wandered your plush curves. As his hips pressed against yours, you could feel his hardening length nudge up against your core.
“I’m sorry, (Name),” he murmured between his insistent kisses. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” His hand slid under your dress, caressing and squeezing your soft skin.
You giggled softly, returning his kisses, “you have nothing to apologize for…” He made it seem as though this was unusual for him to get this worked up, but it wasn’t. When he got in a particular mood, Tenya could become quite needy, and you loved him for it. You carefully removed his glasses, twisting and trying to reach the nightstand so you could safely set them aside, but he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second, catching your wrist and drawing your attention back to him. You released his glasses, letting them get lost somewhere on the bed.
“I need you,” he said, such desperation in his voice, kissing from your lips down to your neck and cleavage, smudging your lipstick all the way. He pushed the hem of your dress, up, up, up, until it bunched beneath your breasts. His hands smoothed over your stomach, one of his favorite features of yours, and his hips rutted against you.
“Mmm…” you squirmed beneath him, your eyes fluttering as his hips pushed against your clit, stimulating you through all the layers of clothing. He was so perfect like this, so hot when he lost his composure. Such a sight was just for you, and you would hoard it greedily.
“Tenya, love, get those clothes off,” you ordered breathlessly, and he was eager to obey, hurriedly ridding himself of his clothing with your help. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and weeping pre-cum for you, the way it begged for your attention just like the rest of him. You reached out, wrapping your hand around it, and Tenya whined so sweetly.
You smiled at him, stroking slowly, twisting your wrist just so, and he responded with a throaty groan. His engines revved, and he moved to hover over you, gently guiding you back.
“I need you,” he kept saying, your dress was bunched up even further, exposing your breasts, he palmed at one, “I need inside of you, need to feel you,” he reached down, giving the waist of your panties a questioning, pleading tug, “please, (Name)?”
You nodded, “yes, Tenya, of course, sweetheart,” you lifted your hips slightly and he removed your underwear while you removed your dress, peeling it up over your head without bothering to unzip it.
It felt so good to feel him without any barriers, and he pressed into you. A wet, delicious glide that had you both moaning.
“(Name), (Name)… you feel so good…” Tenya murmured, his face nuzzling into the side of your head. He had a firm grip on your outer thigh, keeping your leg secure over his hip. His other hand braced against the mattress as he began to thrust into you at a hurried pace, pushing sweet sounds out of you as your normally patient lover gave in to his pent up lust.
“Mm, Tenya,” you gasped out, holding onto him, panting into his ear, “yes, love, yes…!” Your body bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, your head tossed back against the mattress, and you could do little more than let him do what he wanted.
His hands began wandering your body, worshiping your curves with his touch. He babbled nonsense into your skin as he pressed distracted kisses wherever he could reach. Sweat coated his body, and you marveled at each flex of gorgeous muscle beneath his skin.
His thrusts became more insistent, his hold on you tightening, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he came with one final thrust, filling you to the brim. Tenya held you in place, his own body still, as he panted against your sweat-slick shoulder. You panted beneath him, hands restlessly stroking his biceps, your pussy stuffed but still craving release.
With a long, slow breath, he relaxed, the frenetic energy from before finally soothed. He lifted his head, a painfully tender smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, “that was...perfect, honey,” his voice was warm, his hand drifting up and down your side.
“I’m glad, sweetheart,” you said fondly, letting out a soft noise of surprise as he lifted your lower body, arranging you effortlessly into an angle that you knew would have you seeing stars. You could already feel him growing hard again inside of you, his stamina like nothing else.
He looked down at you with a heated grin that made your heart flutter, “now allow me to return the favor.” He leaned down, folding himself over you, “let me take care of you, (Name).”
mentions of: yeah its just sex,, uhhhh ya get together at the end but it’s pretty vanilla and i think this might be one of my fav writings for iida so far ehehehe this story was so fun to make. I plan on making a pt.3 and I’m going to postttt soon idk :P
part one
moodboard here!
You tied a cute bow in the belt of your robe once more, walking over to him and fixing the glasses on his oh so cherry red face. “Tenya..?” You ask, sitting on the side of the table next to him. You glance down at the sketch, seeing how far he had actually gotten. It was pretty impressive for someone who is a beginner when it comes to realism, or art itself really. “Do you want some help?”
His jaw was slack, staring up at you now that you were so much closer. Whatever perfume you had on almost made him faint, and there was nothing he could really formulate besides a very quiet, “Ex..excuse me?”
“I said, Do you want some help..?” You tease, leaning down so your faces were only a few inches from each other. You reach for his tie, slowly sliding your hand down his chest. “I wouldn't want you to fail just because your model was a distraction..” You lean closer, gripping the end of his tie as ruby eyes glancing down at your pretty plump lips.
Did you mean help help him, or draw it yourself? There was no way he was reading into this wrong, right? Did you see his hard-on the whole time?? He gave a long blink, trying to keep his head on straight. “I w..would love-” Before he could finish the sentence, you tug on the tie and press your lips against his. He melted into you, hands placing themselves onto your hips softly almost as if you’d break if he did touch you.
He had yearned for this for so long. There was no way you felt this way all this time and he never picked up on it. The thought only made him deepen the kiss, his hands moving to hold your face in his palms. You let his tie go with a smile, giggling at his eagerness to kiss you back. You place your hands on his shoulder, feeling him stand but refusing to let his lips leave yours. It felt like fireworks were going off around the two of you, only pulling away when you both needed the air.
Tenya was once again standing with crooked glasses, red faced, and this time slightly out of breath. “Y/n I.. Why didn’t.. How did I not..” He panted, after what was only a few seconds, he crashed his lips against yours before you could even respond to his stuttering. You whimpered in response, attempting to untie the tie the best you could with your eyes closed. He helped you, loosening it and letting his hands tangle themselves behind your head and into the kitchen of your hair the best he could. He just wanted you closer. Closer than he already was.
You pull away from him, feverishly leaving kissing along his sharp jawline. He sighed, hands going back to your waist patiently. He rubbed your sides up and down as you kissed down his neck, letting out a breathless whine at the missing feeling of your warm lips against his.
“Why haven't we ever k..kissed before now if this is how you ..f-felt..” He sucked in a sharp gasp once you kissed the right side of his neck. Bingo. You bit down on that spot listening to him groan in your ear, gripping your hips a little harder.
You open your legs slightly so he can stand between them, his body involuntarily pulling you towards the edge as he takes the step towards you. “Because I can't lose you.. I never thought you'd feel the same..” You mumble against his skin, leaving open mouthed kisses down to his collar before unbuttoning it.
You could feel the hard-on poke at your thigh, tauntingly moving to grind against him. After all, the silk of your robe was the only thing keeping him from well.. you. He ached, looking down at you with an almost heartbroken look in his eyes.
“Of course I do, I have wanted you for a very long time.. I know I can treat you better than anyone else out there y/n. It hurts so bad when you'd find someone else more interesting than me. I thought I was too..” He paused for a second, groaning as he grinded against you subconsciously. “A square, if you will.” He chuckled nervously at the admission, feeling you nipping at the most sensitive part of his neck as he let out soft moans and grumbles.
You pull away to look at him, fixing his glasses from earlier with a small giggle. “There's nothing wrong with liking books, or wanting to follow the rules..” Manicured hand began to unbutton his collar and down his shirt.
“And I just never thought you'd go for someone like me. I assumed you'd want a shy girl or somthin’.. I guess we really did make an ass out of u and me.” You tease, giggling once more at your own play on words. You stopped about halfway down his shirt unless this was too much. You didn't wanna be too pushy but God did you want to see those abs.
He let out a small laugh as well, staring down at your gorgeous lips. “I would have told you a lonnnng time ago, y/n. I'm sorry I didn't–” He started, feeling your finger press against his lips to stop him.
“We know now, don't we? Now we move forward.” You wrap your legs around his waist, watching him nod until you move your finger away. “How about I finally help you?” You run a hand down his chest, watching him shudder at the feeling of your acrylics.
He leaned over you, hands moving onto the table rather than on your hips. “If we're going to do anything, I want to do it the right way..” You wanted to pout at his response. He was right, being caught would be absolutely terrible for the both of you. I guess it wouldn't hurt to go back to one of your apartments and finish? Ugh but then the mood is different..
As the gears in your brain worked, Tenya still mindless pressing against you, began kissing you once more. You smile, coconut colored eyes following as he kisses your neck. This time looking for you to gasp or make some sort of noise. His lips smirked against your skin, kissing down to your shoulder and moving the robe off of it. He bit right between your neck and shoulder, causing you to squeal and grip onto his shirt.
Your eyes fluttered, feeling him kiss down to your collarbone. He guided a hand to unbutton the rest of his shirt, the other going back to resting on your waist. He made sure to kiss down the valley of your breasts, not breaking eye contact with you once had he looked up.
“May I?” He motioned to the robe, watching you quickly shrug the silk off of your other shoulder and pulling the tie of your belt. All he needed was to open it up completely. He chuckled at your quickness, letting it pull around your legs once again. He made sure to kiss both of your boobs, finishing with the unbuttoning of his shirt. He used that hand to pinch at your nip, putting the other in his mouth to suck on.
You arch your back into his touch, whimpering as you squeezed your legs around him in response. You could feel him smile, swapping to give your girls equal attention. He felt you buck at such simple actions, kissing down your navel and to where your robe pooled.
“You sound so sweet.. I need to taste you. Wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to go first baby,” You melted at the name, nodding hurriedly. He smiled, going onto his knees and scooping his arms under your knees. He pulled you to the edge, watching you jolt in surprise. You could feel your heart beating in more places than one. The entire time the only thing that had been covering you up was that flimsy piece of silk which he finally moved out of the way, staring down at you for a moment.
This obviously wasn’t the first time he’s been in a sexual situation, but he couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. You were so stunning.. ethereal even. He really didn’t mean to stare, not wanting you to think something was wrong or he was too scared. Just very much in love with the look of you. He finally breaks concentration, looking up at you with a small smile. “You promise this is okay?” He wanted to double check just in case you saw him as he saw himself.. God forbid you did.
“I promise.” You put your pinky out, watching him move his hand from your thigh to interlock his pinky with yours. Without any hesitation, he shoved his glasses up and opened your legs wider. He kissed your clit before starting to suck on it, crimson eyes staring up at you to see what he was doing well vs what you didn’t like as much. Your breathing hitched, hand going to take the glasses and set them on the table so you could grip onto his hair the correct way. You rut your hips towards him, staring down in awe.
He couldn’t help but stare back up at you, strong hands keeping your thighs pressed against his shoulders despite your involuntarily squirming. He swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves, hands gripping onto your thighs so he could be as close as possible. You tasted so sweet. Damn near sweeter than fruit, only making him want more. Flattening his tongue against you and going back to giving your sensitive spot hell.
You pulled at his navy blue hair, hands gripping onto him as you rode yourself against his tongue. Stuttering out praises through pants and moans, “Ffffuck.. tenya-ah!~” You squeak out, thighs beginning to shake from wanting to close. He slithered a hand from your thigh, teasingly tracing his index finger around your entrance. “Don’t t..tease me!” You leaned forward, hair falling around your shoulders as you looked down at him.
“Please please pl-ngh~!” Your begging was stopped by the feeling of two thick fingers sliding into you as he swirled his tongue around your clit some more. He made sure to curl them, feeling you clench around his fingers drove him insane. Thrusting his fingers into you even faster than his tongue was moving. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach starting to tighten. You couldn’t keep quiet even if you really wanted to. You were on another planet.
The face you made when you came could only be described as angelic to iida, he watched as you came undone around his lips. You laid your back against the table as he lapped it up. Almost liked someone dying of dehydration. He slowed his fingers down, sliding them out of you to lick his fingers clean. He lightly placed your legs back onto the table. “You taste divine, you know that?” He asked, unbuckling his belt and tossing his wallet on the table.
You blink up at him, panting and giggling. “I know now,” You stared up at him, messy haired and mouth wet as lustful but loving eyes stared down at you. You took a mental picture, biting your lip to hold back your happy giggles. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sliding the belt off and placing it on the chair behind him. “Let me,” You lean forward, unbuttoning his dress pants hurriedly and unzipping them. It ached being hard for so long, but as many times as he’s imagined this to play out, he was always going to make you feel good first.
“I need you, y/n..” He admitted almost in a whisper, reaching for his glasses so he could actually see you. You tug his pants down, letting out a small laugh to yourself at the red checkered underwear he wore before pulling them down as well. You assumed he’d be big, the man is 6 foot and built like a fucking unit.
What you weren’t expecting was for it to spring right in front of your face. There’s no way that can.. Well, Doesn’t matter if it fits or not. No way you’d miss the opportunity. He let out a chuckle, assumingly at your wide eyes.
“You have me,” You smile up at him with half lidded eyes, changing your expression quickly so you werent the one looking like a deer in headlights. You grab his cock with manicured nails, licking the precum from his tip before siding as much as you could into your throat.
His breath hitched, a small groan leaving his lips. “No sweetheart, I mean I need you. As much as.. I’d l..love you to,” He let out a breathless sigh filled with pleasure, head tilting back.
“Keep.. feeling your mouth, I need you. Awfully bad, I might a..add.” He struggled to speak, moans escaping his lips as he felt you take him completely down your throat for a moment. You pulled away with a pop, smiling up at him.
“Whatever you want, sir..” You tease, sitting up and putting your hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them to his neck to cup his face. “Give me a few more kisses, huh mister?” You didn’t even have time to lean up, feeling his lips desperately go back to yours. You tangle your hands in his messy hair once more, feeling him lay you down gently.
He pulled your legs to the edge once more, listening to the squeak you let out as he subconsciously manhandled you. He looks over to the wallet he tossed on the table earlier, opening it to fish for a condom that he always carried around. Not that he ever thought he’d really use it.
“You don’t need one,” You see him quickly look at you as if you were insane, vermillion eyes studying your face. “I’m serious! If worse comes to worse I’ll stop by the pharmacy. I want us both to actually feel it..” You sit up once more, pretty brown eyes staring up at him pleadingly. You place a hand on his arm, which was enough for him to go standing right back in front of you.
“Are you sure, y/n? Absolutely positive?” He asked carefully, cock twitching at the cold air of the room. The snow from the skylight had covered it so much the room was practically black if it weren’t for the very dim but few lights in the room. You nod, giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek.
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” You smile, laying back down. Big hands gripped your hips as he lined himself up to you, staring down at your sensitive bud for a moment before slowly sliding the tip into you. You whimper, gasping and letting your eyes roll back as he slid what you could take into you. You felt full, eyes trying to focus on the man in front of you.
“Fuck..” He muttered, leaning over you and kissing up from your collarbone to your neck, holding you close as he started to move gently into you. He knew he was big, and he didn’t plan on hurting you. he wanted it to be the best experience you’ve ever had.. despite the uncommon location. You hug him quickly, whining out and pressing your face into his shoulder. It couldn’t get closer than this.. Or so you thought, feeling him slowly start to fuck you open and press against that spot. Tears well in the corners of your eyes, gasping and biting the pain into his shoulder.
He hissed, making sure to go as slow as his mind and body would let him. He needed to see you completely undone, but your comfortability and adjusting to it would come first. “It’s okay sweetheart, ‘m right here. I got you. “ He whispered into your ear, nipping at your lobe with a small smile. You could hear how passionate he was in his voice, letting your legs wrap around him once more.
After a few more slow thrusts into you, you move from his shoulder and whisper back. “F..Fuck me like you mean it, Ten. I can take i..it.” You mewled out, feeling him kiss from your cheek to your lips before slamming into you. You squeaked, having trouble trying to kiss back. You couldn’t quiet down even if you wanted to. Your nails grab at his back, lightly scratching so you didn’t rip his skin open. Shit, fucking you like this you might not be able to stop yourself.
He shuddered at the feeling, pulling away from your lips to leave open mouthed kisses against your neck. You bite your lip hard, you didn’t know what time it was but you knew there were still people in the building. He slid his hands up to your back, letting his hands hold onto your shoulders from underneath you to keep you still while he fucked your brains out.
You were seeing stars, biting and leaving hickeys all over him to muffle yourself. He gritted his teeth, glancing down at you through foggy glasses. “You take it so good, honey.. Need..Need you like this all the time.” He huffed out, letting out another breathless chuckle at your fucked out expression. “Can I have you?”
Broken sobs of pleasure was really all you could give in return, nodding as quick as you could before kissing him once again. He smiled against your lips, letting a hand slide down to your clit. He only thumbed over it a few times before you came, legs squeezing tighter against his torso. He pulled his hand away, moving both of them back to your hips. He was obviously close too, but it felt so good he wasn’t sure he could pull out exactly in time.
“G-Gotta let me pull out, honey..” You shake your head no, burying your face into his skin once again. “Need.. need to feel.. In me– cum in me.” He began to slow down, trying to think through racing thoughts and how good you felt around him. It wasn't much time to make the decision and professionalism was already out the window at this point. “P.. Please- please tenya~?” You cry out, hugging close to him. If that’s what you wanted, he was going to oblige.
He gave a couple more thrusts, cumming into you and holding you close. Once you pulled away enough, he left peppered kisses amongst your neck and jaw.
You smile, sighing out tiredly before giving him a few kisses on his poor red lips. “You are my favorite human being on the planet,” You huff out, trying to continue but your thoughts were a bit scrambled. “I’m yours. For as long as you want me.”
He quickly responded, kissing your cheek in conformation. “Forever. I want you to be mine.. Forever.” He was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and still out of breath himself. His face was red, eyes hanging low from both tiredness and wonderment.
You giggle at his response, taking his glasses and cleaning them with the silk of the robe that was under you.
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