heyyy if your request are still open can i get a mha fantasy au! fic were the princess!reader is in love with knight!tenyaiida and one night they get finally spend a night together and it’s like soft smut and fluff. and iida knows it’s wrong but he can’t help his love for the reader please💖💖
Ohhh that's so lovely thank you so much for this request <3
Rating: Explicit
this is probably the softest shit i've ever written actually and it got So Long
I don't usually give titles to requests but i'm absolutely titling this one
As You Wish
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You have everything any young woman could ever wish for. You have power, you've received an education, you have staff ready to serve you at a moment's notice, you could have anything your heart desires at the snap of your fingers. All you've ever really wanted, however, is normalcy. You long to roam the streets of your kingdom as one of their own. Your visits to the village are always pleasant, but you can't help but wonder whether the people would like you if you didn't hold your status. You've always worried about inadvertently swaying people's opinions of you one way or another because of your title. It wasn't such a concern when you were a child, all you knew was that the people in the town below your home all adored you, and they were all so kind. Now, though, you can't help but wonder if they ever truly liked you.
This weighs heavily on your mind as you walk through the people's market with your personal knight. You visit the market monthly to purchase handmade toys and hand-baked goods to pass around to children. You've always loved visiting the children in the town, you find solace in the fact that they have little concept of what titles mean. They speak without filters, it's quite refreshing, really.
"Good morning, my lady," an older woman greets you when you approach her stall. She's known you since you were first allowed outside the palace gates, when you would sneak away with Tenya and run around with the other children of the town. "I've tried a new recipe this week, would you like a sample?"
You smile warmly in greeting, glancing down at the goods available for purchase. "Oh, no need, I know anything you make will be delightful, ma'am. I'll take one for myself and Tenya, I don't think the poor man had breakfast this morning." You send your knight a sidelong glance as you say this, daring him to object.
The woman laughs and nods, putting your purchase in a small paper bag. "If there's one thing that boy is good at, it's making you worry, isn't that right Princess?"
You laugh at that, shaking your head as you hand over enough money to pay for the two pastries, plus five more. "You couldn't be more right, Inko. Those children by the tree look quite hungry, I've left you enough coin to cover their breakfast as well. Our future generation must grow up strong, after all."
Inko smiles a soft, warm smile, nodding in understanding. "You're too kind, my lady. I'll call them over to pick out something to eat. You have a wonderful day."
"And you as well, Inko. Tell your boy hello for me." You take your leave with that, passing Tenya one of the pastries you'd purchased. "I quite like her. She's always been kind, though that son of hers has a nasty habit of finding himself in trouble."
Tenya laughs at that, bumping his shoulder into yours. "You've got that right, my lady. Trouble follows that boy like moths to a flame. It's a good thing he has magic, I can't bear to think of his fate if he didn't."
You hum in agreement, then allow a comfortable silence to befall the two of you for a moment. "Tenya, you know you don't have to address me formally, right? We've grown up alongside one another, you're allowed to call me by my given name, rather than my title."
"Oh, I couldn't," Tenya sighs, "It's hardly appropriate for me to address you so informally in public."
"Ah. I see." You can't help the disappointment that laces your voice. Yet another downfall of your title, your best friend does not know that he's allowed to be your best friend. You don't quite know if you're allowed to hold such strong affections for him as you do. It's a lonely fate you're subject to, being who you are.
"That being said..." Tenya's voice interrupts your thoughts of doom. "When we're inside the palace walls, who's to say we must follow propriety?"
You turn to look at him, but Tenya is staring straight ahead, the only sign that he'd suggested something so radical being the light blush dusted across his cheeks. You smile, and after ensuring no one was paying the two of you any mind, you take his hand in yours. "It is a lonely life we live, Tenya."
"I don't know about that," He responds, squeezing your hand before pulling his away. "I do not know loneliness when I am by your side, my lady."
"You say the loveliest things, Tenya." You sigh and you itch to lean into his side, but you know you cannot. You yearn to do so many things a lady shouldn't. "You know, you know my kingdom much better than I. Will you take me somewhere?"
"Of course, Princess, what would you like to see?"
"Everything."
"As you wish."
You spend the entire day in the town, traveling from shop to shop. You meet people you'd never met before; you hear of issues you'd never thought to ask about. The two of you stop for lunch at a small restaurant, the food is delightful.
At the end of the day, when the sun begins to sink below the horizon, you witness the most wonderful thing. It's a party. There're men with trumpets and stringed instruments and it's music like you've never heard before. It sounds alive in a way you lack the words to describe. Children run out of their houses and join one another in the street, courting teenagers approach one another shyly, couples who have been married for the better parts of their lives dance in the most peculiar way.
"Tenya, what are they doing?" You ask, head tilted to the side as you watch the strange movements. "What type of dance is that?"
Tenya hums in thought, trying to decide on the best way to describe it. "It's not classical dancing, there's not truly any way to teach it. They are in love, and their bodies are reacting to the music. It's dancing for dancing's sake, my lady."
"Could we dance that way?" You ask, turning your big curious eyes on your beloved knight.
"We don't have their love, Princess," Tenya explains, a lovely dust of pink settling on his cheeks.
"Do we not?" You question with a cheeky grin before wandering closer to the music. You watch as Inko dances with her son, you watch their steps and begin to emulate them on your own. You close your eyes against the wind and listen to the strange music, and you find that it makes you want to move in a way that you haven't before. It makes you want to spin and jump, and so you do. You spin and jump until you lose your footing, and Tenya is right there to catch you gracefully.
"You have quite the way of getting me to do as you wish, don't you?" He teases before joining you in a dance.
Eventually your feet grow tired, and you kick off your shoes before pulling Tenya along to the grass beside the road. You sit down in the grass, patting the space next to you to signal him to follow. "I quite like this music, Tenya. It's so much livelier than what is played at the palace events. What is it called?"
"It's an art that has no name, Princess, there are no songs or sheet music." Tenya explains, taking your hand in his as long as the two of you stay out of clear sight. "They just play whatever comes to mind. None of them are classically trained, they just know what sounds good to them."
"What a peculiar notion," You marvel, squeezing Tenya's hand tightly. "Remind me to ask Father about hiring those musicians for our next event."
"Yes, my lady. Whatever you desire."
You sit in silence for a few moments longer, watching the young courting couples with curiosity. "Tenya?"
"Yes, my lady?"
"Did you know my mother was a member of the royal guard?"
The question brings with it a tense silence between the two of you.
"No, Princess, I did not know that." He says, finally, and you almost expect him to let go of your hand. He doesn't.
"Mm, she was. My father decided to court her after an arranged marriage fell through." You sigh, and you allow yourself to lean against your best friend, letting your head drop on his shoulder. "They used to tell me the story of their courtship before bed. I always thought it was very romantic. I'm expected to pursue a political marriage, but I don't think either of them could bring themselves to force me."
"I don't think so either, my lady." Tenya admits, and if you didn't know any better, you'd swear his voice trembled.
"It's been a very long day; would you please escort me home?"
"As you wish, my lady."
The walk back to the palace was long, and the two of you walked the whole way with your cloak hiding your clasped hands. You walk in silence, the weight of the day's meaning heavy on your shoulders. He accompanies you all the way back to your chambers. Your lady-in-waiting is sat at the desk there, going over your schedule for the next day.
"Ochako, darling, have you eaten dinner? You look pale." You question, brow furrowed in concern.
"Oh, my lady, no I got so caught up in work I didn't even think about it." She responds, smiling sheepishly.
You offer a smile and pat her on the shoulder. "You're dismissed. I would have come back sooner had I known you would be working yourself this late into the night. Go eat and enjoy your evening, darling. I appreciate your service."
Ochako nods, hurriedly standing up and tipping her head to you in thanks. "You're too kind, Princess, I will see you in the morning."
Once she's left, you turn and find Tenya watching you from the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and his expression thoughtful. "You will be a brilliant queen one day, my lady."
"I only hope to be half the queen my mother is today," You respond absentmindedly, straightening up an imaginary mess. "Then I will have surely succeeded."
"Yes, well, suppose I should be going. Good night, Y/n." Tenya turns to leave, and you can't have that, can you?
"Oh, Tenya, wait!" You call out, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you search for an excuse to have him stay.
"Yes, Princess?" He pauses and turns back to you.
You have no excuse for him to stay. You should tell him to have a good night and be done with it, but you can't. "I would like it if you stayed for a while longer. I enjoy spending time with you behind closed doors, when you can treat me as your equal."
He hesitates for a moment, looking over his shoulder as though to make sure no one was around to witness his lapse in good judgment. Finally, he sighs and steps into your room, closing the door behind himself. "As you wish, my lady."
Pleased, you sit on the stool in front of your vanity, beginning to pull your hair from its braids. "I had so much fun today, Tenya. Thank you for indulging me."
You can see him smiling behind you through the mirror. "It was my pleasure, your highness. I find that I can very rarely deny you." He steps towards you and pushes your hands away from your hair. "Allow me."
You do as you're told, folding your hands in your lap as you watch Tenya gently free your hair. "Thank you, Tenya."
"You're welcome, Y/n." His voice wavers on your name, a fact that is quite endearing.
"Would you deny me if I asked you to allow me to embrace you the way the young lovers in the town did?" You ask genuinely. There was no reason to hide your feelings within these walls. You suspect Tenya already knew your feelings, just as you know his, given the way you interact with one another as though you were engaged in a dance.
Nonetheless, his fingers stutter in your hair as he registers your words. "It would hardly be appropriate, my lady, I am only a humble knight."
"Yes, my dear, but my question was not one of propriety." You meet his eyes in the mirror, a challenging grin gracing your face. "My question was whether you would deny me."
It takes a long moment for him to answer you. "No, my lady, I would not deny you."
You hum in acknowledgement, then turn on your stool. "I would like to be pursued and embraced the way the young women in the village are."
Beyond the anxiety on the surface, you can see longing in your dear Tenya's eyes. "Yes, that would be wonderful, wouldn't it?"
“You know, Tenya,” You start, taking one of his hands in your own. “You don’t need to hold your tongue around me. You are my longest friend. You’re allowed to speak as you please, and welcome to reach for me just as I reach for you.”
He doesn’t say anything in response, just simply reaches forward and brushes his fingers across your cheek. You lean into the touch, your heart thudding against your chest as Tenya strokes his thumb over your cheekbone.
“You are radiant, Y/n.” He finally says, his voice so quiet you almost don’t hear him. “You make it difficult to upkeep propriety.”
“All this talk of propriety is so bothersome.” You sigh, pulling away from Tenya. “Wouldn’t it be more rewarding to be fools together than wise apart?”
“It may seem that way now, but you have a responsibility to your people.”
You stand abruptly following his words, pushing past Tenya to stand by your window. A frown makes its home on your face, your brow furrowed in frustration. “What place do my people have in my bed, Tenya? What place do they have within the walls of my chambers?”
“My lady,” He begins, approaching slowly. “This is a conversation we’ve had before. How are you to properly lead your people if you’re courting a simple knight? How are you to unite kingdoms across the land with me by your side?”
“But how am I to breathe when the place you’re meant to occupy in my heart expands and infects my lungs with a rot each time I dare to speak your name? I can have anything in the land if I simply ask, but I can’t have that which my heart so desperately desires. Explain that to me, Tenya.” You can’t bear to look at him. All you can do is hope he hears you. “I don’t much care for knowing what the future holds. I am not a seer, nor a sorceress I have no claim to the oracles of the land. All I ask of you is honesty.”
Tense silence follows, then, finally, “Yes, my lady. As you wish.”
You take that as permission to keep talking. “I know you care for me in the same way I care for you. It’s evident in the way your voice wavers when you say my name, in the way you insist on brushing my hair when you keep me company in my chambers, in the way you protect me with a ferocity that is not easily explained by a love for your kingdom. I beg of you, explain why you deny me the pleasure of knowing you value me as deeply as I do you.”
He now stands directly behind you. You can see his reflection in the window. You can see his pained expression, can see how his hands hesitate just above your waist.
“Do as you wish, Tenya. Do not dare follow the rules of propriety in the privacy of my chambers.”
He hesitates for a moment longer, then finally rests his hands on your waist. “As you wish, my lady. I wish I could hold the same disregard for propriety that comes so naturally to you. There is a reason citizens call you the people’s princess.”
You sink back into his touch, struggling to hold back frustrated tears. “I want to love you loudly, Tenya. I want you to love me with reckless abandon. Tell me what you feel for me, Tenya.”
He’s silent for a moment, his hands trembling where they hold you. “As you wish, Princess Y/n. I feel for you what I imagine the stars must have felt for the heavens. I feel for you what the ocean must feel for the moon, to ebb and flow at her command so willingly. My love for you exceeds all realm of understanding. I want nothing more than to stay by your side for the rest of your life, and I fear that I could not have that should anyone find out about my adoration for you. I will live a thousand lives loving you in secret if it means I could just stay by your side and ensure your safety.”
You turn in Tenya's fragile hold on you, reaching up to wipe away tears brimming in your beloved's eyes. "I would forsake everything I've been given and taught throughout my entire life if it meant I could have you as I want you."
"You can have whatever you desire, my Princess, I am helpless to deny you." He admits, holding your hand against his face. He gently pulls your hand away from his cheek and down to his chest, laying your palm flat against it. "My heart beats for you. Everything I have to offer is yours at your request, my lady."
"Am I truly allowed to be that selfish?" You ask, breathless as you feel Tenya's heart hammering against your fingertips.
"You've not a selfish bone in your body." Tenya remarks quietly.
"Well, then," You smile and lean in even closer. "I should very much like to be embraced the same way the young girls in the village were."
He laughs at that, then releases your hand in favor of cradling your face. "As you wish, Princess." And with that, he presses his lips firmly against yours, wrapping his free arm around your waist and pulling you tight against him.
You sigh against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as you melt against him. The young women in the books you've read have all had a million kisses in their collective lifetimes, but you suspect none of them could have possibly had the pleasure of a kiss as brilliant as yours. The two of you had kissed before, long ago. It was when he'd just started training seriously, and you'd snuck away into the gardens together. You've always belonged to him.
This kiss is much different than the stolen pecks in the gardens when you were teenagers, this one is much more intense. A longing ache rips through your abdomen throughout the embrace. It's a longing to be impossibly closer, to hold on impossibly tighter. The ache is appeased for a moment when he prods your mouth open, tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue. A mix between a sigh and a groan escapes from the back of your throat, evidently inspiring Tenya to hold you even closer.
He pulls away after a while, his face a lovely shade of red and his lips slightly swollen. "That's enough for now, my lady, we've gone too far already, heaven knows what the gods above are thinking already. You should sleep."
You hum and tighten your hold on him, refusing to let him escape you. "I've no one to help me get ready for bed, Sir Tenya, am I to undress myself?"
His face burns under your gaze and he hurriedly looks away. "I will send for a maid."
"Oh, but I'm so tired. My feet hurt, and I would so enjoy a bath... am I to wait all on my lonesome?" You ask, batting your eyes in faux innocence. "You seem quite qualified, Tenya. Couldn't you assist me?"
"My lady, this is hardly appropriate, I will send for-"
You sigh, cutting Tenya off mid-sentence. "Haven't I told you that the laws of propriety have no place within my chambers? Are you going to deny me, Tenya? I would like it if you washed my hair for me, your hands do such a wonderful job at detangling, I know they've better uses."
Tenya's mouth dries at your request, and he finally meets your eye. You can see the barely restrained longing, recognize the familiar fire in his gaze. Finally, he gives a slight nod. "As you wish, my lady."
You grin and pull Tenya toward your bathroom. You sit on the counter and watch as he turns on the tap for the tub. When he finally turns back toward you, he's met with your soft smile. You stand and meet him halfway, chuckling at his hesitation. "Please, Tenya. I am yours."
Your words have an immediate impact, evident in the way his face burns a brilliant red. "And I am yours, Princess. Turn, please."
You do as he says, ensuring your hair is out of his way as calloused fingers begin to have their way with the ribbons and zippers that keep your dress tightened. Soon the cloth begins to slip from your shoulders, and you hear Tenya's breath catch in his throat. You resolve not to comment on it as shaking hands push your sleeves the rest of the way off of your shoulders, then your arms. You've never been undressed with such care, which makes sense considering it was always an act of duty before. But this is an act of love.
Eventually your dress falls to your feet, leaving you in your slip and underclothes. Tenya kneels down and gently pulls your dress away. He folds it neatly and sets it on the counter, then turns back toward you. "Your beauty is unparalleled, my lady." He says, a touch of awe evident in his voice.
"You always say the loveliest things, I must have done something wonderful in my past life to have you by my side."
"Oh, my princess," He smiles and reaches for the hem of your slip, "I imagine we've found one another in every life before this one, and I believe we will find one another in the next."
You feel that burning ache again at his words as you lift your arms to allow him to remove your slip. "I love you, Tenya."
He sets your slip aside, and his eyes do not stray from yours for a single moment when he replies, "I love you, too, Y/n."
You love hearing your name falling from his lips, his voice was made for calling out your name.
Soon you're completely undressed, and Tenya is helping you sink down into the bath. His touch is chaste and gentle as he washes your hair, and he sings quietly under his breath as his fingers massage your scalp.
"Tenya?"
"Yes, my lady?"
"Will you stay with me for the night?"
His movements pause for a moment, then continue seamlessly. "Yes, my lady. Whatever you desire."
"Do you mean that?" You ask before obediently shutting your eyes when he goes to rinse your hair.
"Yes, Y/n. I will not deny you anything you ask for." You can hear the smile in his voice.
"All I desire is you. I would like to be close to you in a way that a young lady shouldn't desire." Your admittance is quiet, your voice tinted with shame.
He evidently picks up on the insecurity in your voice, because he crouches down next to the tub and meets your eye. "It is a very good thing that the laws of propriety have no jurisdiction in your chambers, then, isn't it?"
You stare at Tenya for a very long few seconds. "I think I would like to get out of the bath now, Tenya."
"As you wish, my lady." Tenya stands and goes to retrieve a towel before coming back to help you stand. He wraps you in the towel, then presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before tending to the still-full bathtub.
When he returns to you, you watch as his gaze drops down to your shoulders, then returns to your face. "Come on, then, let's get you ready for bed."
"I'm truly not that tired." You say, suddenly shy as you look away.
"Oh, my darling," Tenya closes the distance between the two of you, tipping your head up by the chin. "I never said anything about sleep."
"You make me ache, Tenya," you admit, your face burning in embarrassment at your close proximity when you're bare while he remains fully clothed. "Your lovely words make a fire ignite in my abdomen."
"Well, then, we must remedy that, yes?" Tenya takes the towel from where you'd been holding it closed and begins to dry your body for you. "Tell me, my lady, how is it that you yearn for me? What is it you desire?"
"I want your touch; I've always longed for you to reach out and touch me whenever either of us desired." You begin with a shaky voice, instinctively raising your arms to cover yourself when Tenya moves on to dry your legs. "And I want to be one with you, the same way the couples are in the books I read."
Tenya looks up at you from where he's knelt on the floor, quirking a teasing eyebrow. "Oh? Princess Y/n, what types of books are you reading? They could hardly be appropriate for a future queen."
Your face flushes bright red and you hurriedly look away. "You tease me so often."
"Yes, and you enjoy it." Tenya chuckles as he stands, tucking damp strands of hair behind your ear. "I want you in the same ways, my darling, shall I show you what I mean?"
You nod quickly and Tenya grins as he pulls you back out of the bathroom by the wrist. He instructs you to sit on the bed, and while you're sat there all nice and pretty you watch as he rids himself of his shirt. Your face burns in embarrassment, but you can't bring yourself to look away even as he begins to unfasten his trousers.
Soon, he is as bare are you are, and he's trailing kisses from your ankle all the way up to your thigh. Then from your thigh to your breast, and finally from your breast all the way to your lips. "You are precious to me, my darling Y/n." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. "I must know that you're certain you want this. There's no going back to a respectable relationship between a princess and her knight after this, we will always know one another's most vulnerable moments."
"I want this," You assure him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I want you."
"Very well, you may have all of me. Every inch of me is yours, Y/n, always and forever."
Then his lips are pressed to yours, and his hand is making its way between your legs. You immediately part your legs, allowing his fingers to brush across your sex. Your heart hammers against your chest, and you begin to wonder if Tenya can feel it, being so close to you. You don't get to overthink it, because now two of his fingers are slipping easily inside you and you're whining against his lips.
"You're so wet already, Princess, is that for me?" He marvels, experimentally crooking his fingers inside you.
“Yes, all for you.” You squeeze your eyes shut and hide your face in Tenya’s neck. “I told you your fingers have better uses.”
“Mm, and how often have you thought of my fingers buried inside you, my lady?” Tenya asks, building a rhythm as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your cunt. “Have you used your own fingers in place of mine?”
You give a shameful nod, moaning unintelligibly when Tenya pushes a third finger inside. His fingers are so much bigger and tougher than yours, yet they’re capable of such gentleness. “Yes, I have.”
“Gods above, you’re so perfect. I’ve thought of this too, you know.” Tenya’s voice softens. “I never thought you’d have me like this.”
“I’ve always wanted you, Tenya.” You respond, still refusing to meet his eye. “It’s only natural I would want you like this, now.”
You can feel his grin as he leans down to mouth at your neck. “If you can still form such pretty sentences, I’m not doing my job right.” Tenya mumbles before sinking down continuously lower and lower, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching curiously as Tenya reaches your pelvis, nipping at the sensitive skin before moving on. "Tenya? What are you doing?" You question nervously, watching as he withdraws his fingers.
"Do you trust me, Princess?" He asks, then sucks the moisture from his fingers.
Your heart stutters at the sight and you nod hurriedly. "Yes, I trust you. More than anyone."
He smiles softly at your response, then sets his glasses to the side before burying his face between your legs. You gasp when his tongue flicks across your clit for the first time, hands gripping the blankets atop your bed. His hands grip your thighs, holding them apart just enough for him to make a comfortable home between them.
Once you relax again, Tenya rewards you by releasing your thighs, instead wrapping one arm around a thigh while his free hand joins his tongue between your folds. He thrusts two fingers in and out as he laps at your sex, occasionally focusing his mouth on that hyper-sensitive bud of nerves while still fucking his fingers in and out of your cunt.
The noises alone are far lewder than you could have imagined but paired with the holy sight of Tenya's eyes fallen shut in pleasure, just barely visible, it was almost too much. He sucks on your clit at the same time his fingers prod against a spot inside you that makes everything more intense, and you hurriedly cover your mouth to silence what would have been an obscene gasp. Your toes curl and your legs tighten slightly around Tenya's head, leading the man to groan against your gushing cunt.
He keeps his fingers crooked at that same angle as he laps and sucks at your sex like a man starved. Heat coils in your lower abdomen, tightening as your pleasure builds. Your back arches of the bed and you reach down to grip Tenya's hair, your free hand buried in the blankets once again.
"Oh, Gods," You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as you pant. "Tenya, you're gonna make me cum."
Your words only encourage the man, his only response being a low moan when you grip his hair tighter.
He does not relent even as you fall apart above him, a continuous string of high-pitched whines and cries of your lover's name falling from your lips. He only stops when your legs are twitching around him, and you choke out an almost-sob at the overstimulation.
He pulls away from your cunt, pressing sloppy kisses to your inner thighs before putting his glasses back on so he can see you properly. "Feeling alright, Princess?" He asks, rubbing gentle circles on your hip.
He looks so fucked out, his hair sticking to his forehead, his glasses crooked, his pupils blown wide, slick covering his mouth and chin. It's enough to have you groaning and squeezing your legs together all over again when you watch him lick his lips.
"Princess?" He questions once more, pushing himself up so he can check over you properly.
"Yes, Tenya, I am more than alright." You sigh and reach down to stroke his cheek. "I don't even want to know where you learned to do that."
"You're not the only one who reads, my lady." Tenya says, grinning wickedly as he leans into your touch. "Was that enough exercise to tire you out enough for bed, Y/n?"
You glance down and see his cock still standing proud, weeping pre-cum already. "Mm... I don't think so." You push yourself up and press your lips against Tenya's, tracing the seam of his lips with your tongue and flushing in embarrassment when you taste yourself on his lips. You reach down and wrap your fingers around his cock, giving it a few lazy strokes and reveling in the way his breath stutters and his hips twitch. "I did say I wanted all of you, did I not?"
"You are insatiable, Y/n." Tenya breathes, his grip on your hip tightening. "Are you positive this is what you want?"
"I want you to make sweet love to me, Sir Tenya." You tell him with a warm smile. "I want to feel you inside me."
The next thing you know, you're being pinned to your bed. Joyful laughter tumbles from your lips as Tenya nips and sucks at your collarbone, just below where the necklines of your dresses fall. He props himself up with a forearm against your bed, his free hand exploring your body wherever it can reach. When he finally pulls away from his assault on your chest, he's looking at you as though he can't fully believe you're real.
Tell me if that’s not Will Graham sulking and nursing that whiskey after an argument with his impossibly irritating husband Hannibal Lecter and seriously considering killing him this time but deep down he knows he won’t do it bc the 🍆 is too good and so is the 🥘 so he just needs to suck up and go apologise
Iida needs more love. Like seriously. He's the most autistic character, is equally respectful to everyone and that means not at all but also is, he stims, he loves his friends and family, and he tried to murder someone in the middle of the season and it was never touched again, he obeys every rule to a T until he decides 'fuck it' and commits three felony's in two hours minimum. He doesn't understand sarcasm. I love him. Someone get him some weed.
Unfair that there's little fanart of the Iida Brothers when they carry the entire sibling community of bnha, not criticism allowed.
You all fantasize the Todorokis being like them, when you had literally Tenya going dark side because a villain hurt his brother and you have Tensei best older sibling on the entire manga, hero of the people but more important the role model of his little bro.
I'd never stop gushing about them. HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR CUTS AND THEIR EYES AND HOW HANDSOME THEIR ARE? THEY GET TO DRESS LIKE KNIGHTS AND HAVE LITERAL ENGINES ON THEIR LEGS. LIKE WTF, APPRECIATE THEM MORE. NOW.
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