HER SMIRK?! SHE KNOWS DAMN WELL HOW TO MAKE SOMEONE FOLD. (Gif Not Mine) Also This Is My First Post!

She is actually my wife.

ex husband bakugo who still brings you a coffee on snow days because he knows you aren't getting out of bed to get your own

fanboy

bakugo x fem!reader

Summary: You introduce Bakugo to your son for the first time since you started dating. Single mom Au

Bakugo's hands were glistening with sweat, every second he was wiping his palms on his pants in hopes they would dry.

King Explosion Murder God Dynamight doesn't get nervous, not in the face of danger, and especially not when he had to meet a four year old child.

But here he is, standing outside your apartment door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, some take out for the three of you, and a plushy from his unreleased merch line for your son.

You guys have been dating for four amazing months and finally decided it was the perfect time for him to meet your treasure. Your son's father was out of the picture, even out of the birth certificate, but you and your baby didn't care. You had each other and you loved him to the fullest.

The door rang and before you could answer, you heard your son beat you to it.

Standing tall was the scarred, loud mouth, blonde that your son would see on tv sometimes, and heard when his mom was on the phone.

Starring back at Bakugo was a small boy, only three apples tall with the cutest expression as he opened the door.

"Hello mister!" Said your son, not an once of danger in his head.

"Hey kid, hasn't your mom ever told you not to open the door for strangers?" Asked Bakugo, his hero mind questioning if your son knew about stranger danger.

"Oh yeah...Mom a boy is here!" Your son yelled. Bakugo could hear your hurried footsteps rush down the hall before you came into view. Even when you were relaxed and wearing lounge clothes, he saw you as a picture of perfection.

Your boy rushed off not a moment later, wanting to go back to playing with his toys. You greeted Bakugo with an excited smile as you rushed to hug him. He returned it, adjusting his grip to make sure the flowers didn't get crushed as he held you.

After a couple of seconds you ushered him in, directing him towards the couch as you went off to find a vase for the flowers.

Your son was playing with his action figures, a little model of the city scattered around the floor. Bakugo recognized the hero and villain voice lines as he got closer, a reenactment from the recent hero movie that just got released.

He couldn't even sit on the couch before your son spotted him and dragged him to the floor, shoving the villain toy in his hand.

"You're the villain and I'm the hero, got it!" Said your son, he wasn't shy and if his mom knew this blonde haired man then obviously he's isn't a stranger.

"But what if I want to play as the hero?" Questioned Bakugo, even as pretend he strived to be a hero. "No! I'm gonna be a hero, just like my favorite person in the whole world!" Your son stated, enthusiasm heavy in his tone. "Oh yeah, and who would that be?" Bakugo raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear who this little boy looked up too.

"Obviously the number one hero Deku!" He exclaimed.

The silence was loud.

Bakugo could feel the record scratch that just went off in his head. Trying to save face he asked him, "What about the awesome Dynamight, he's way cooler than Deku." He pressed, pulling his hero plush out from behind him.

Your son looked at the plush, staring at it in silence before he got up and ran to his room. Bakugo was stunned, but not even a second later the pattering of feet could be heard and your son came back. In his hands was the limited edition Deku plushy, "You can keep that one mister, I have my own that my mom got me!" He exclaimed.

Bakugo was to shocked to speak, how could you never tell him your son was a Deku fanboy. He felt like he was just stabbed through the heart and betrayed by his kingdom.

The small child didn't notice Bakugo's change in demeanor and happily continued playing with his toys. While Bakugo was sitting in silence rethinking all his life choices that led up to this moment.

You called both of your boys into the kitchen to eat, your son blasting off once he heard food was ready while your boyfriend slowly trudged after him.

As all of you settled down to eat, your boy started blabbering questions to Bakugo. Nothing was off the table, from his favorite color, to if he loved his mommy. That question had you choking on your food as you tried to hide your flustered expression.

Bakugo surprisingly answered all his questions honestly and with the tone suited for talking to a child, still a little gruff but at least he wasn't shouting. You were happy seeing your boys getting along, even though you knew they would get along you were still nervous.

Caught up in your feelings, you didn't hear your son asking you something. "Mom did you know mister likes heroes too!" He gushed. You couldn't help but smirk hearing that, giving your boyfriend the side eye. "Can I show him my Deku collection? Please mom!" Your son pressed.

"Collection?" Bakugo questioned, his face had a look of confusion as he glanced between you and the boy.

You nodded to your son before he was out of his chair and dragging Bakugo by his finger towards his room. You silently followed them, as you waiting for your boyfriend's reaction to the grand reveal.

Your son's door opened and Bakugo stopped in his tracks and he took in the room.

Everything was Deku themed.

From the bedsheets to the furniture, the decorations on the walls and on his desk, all he saw was Midoriyas face.

The closest door was cracked open and inside he saw a Deku's hero costume as a onesie. The same kind that he and Midoriya wore when they were children.

He looked at you, staring into your eyes with the look of betrayal written on his face. You couldn't help but snicker at his expression. Enjoying his misery as your son showed him around his room and talked about all his decorations in great detail.

Funnily enough Bakugo gave your son more information about Deku that wasn't even public knowledge and told him only a real fan would know that stuff. Your son's eyes twinkled as he hung on to your boyfriends every word, his view of him was of an angel when Bakugo promised to bring him a rare collectors card next time he came over.

The three of you had a great time and Bakugo only left just after your son fell asleep. As you walked him to the door he couldn't help but give you a pointed look. "You set me up." He stated, grabbing you close. "I don't know what you're talking about.?" You feigned ignorance, trying to look as innocent as possible. Bakugo just huffed, shaking his head lightly as he gave you a goodbye kiss.

On his ride in the elevator he whipped out his phone to send a quick text. "You better be at my place with your card collection by the time I get home."

All the way across town was Midoriya staring at his phone confused at the text Bakugo randomly sent him.

5 Times Iida Thinks You’re a Boy and 1 Time He Finally Realizes

Oblivious!Iida x Fem!Androgynous!Reader

Part 2: Changing Rooms + Binder

Part 1

Word Count: 800+

Content & Warnings: Reader references having trauma (implied to be sexual trauma), reader mentions wearing a binder (this is me projecting my former body dysmorphia), something Iida says sounds transphobic but he’s just uneducated, Mina makes a (slightly) inappropriate joke

Summary: After waiting for everyone to finish changing their uniforms, Iida realizes you aren’t there

Everybody was waiting in the hallway outside the locker rooms; all in their blue training uniforms. Iida tapped his foot impatiently. He had done a head count and they were still waiting for someone to finish. As he glanced over the small sea of heads, it finally clicked to him on who was missing.

You were nowhere to be found.

In fact, Iida began to realize, he hadn’t seen you in the boy’s locker room at all. There was over a dozen other guys in there, but he distinctly recalled the lack of your distinguished aura amidst the loud and slow-paced boys. After glancing around once more, he eyed the group of girls who huddled together to chat. No… was it possible that-

“Sorry I took so long!” You were quickly walking down the hallway (running was against the rules), wearing the same blue as everyone else. “It took me a while to find the nearest restroom…” you sounded out of breath, so it was possible that you had been sprinting earlier.

Iida briskly walked toward you, his angled arms swinging back and forth in front of him. “Why didn’t you use the locker rooms to change?” He demanded, standing in front of you while you caught your breathe with your hands on your knees. After giving him a sheepish smile, you straightened up and shifted to a more hushed tone.

“I have… trauma.” You explained, not meeting his eyes. “So I’m not comfortable changing in front of other people.”

Tipping his chin up, Iida chided you. “That’s no excuse to keep everyone waiting!”

You hunched a bit under the words. “I know I know… I’m sorry.” Finally, you looked him in the eye again and steeled your resolve. “I’m sorry, Iida, it won’t happen again.”

Satisfied with your answer, he nodded. “Good.” Then, he turned back around. “Alright everyone! It is time to get moving! We are approximately three minutes and twenty-seven seconds behind! We must maintain a quick and steady pace if we want to get there on time!”

The other students groaned, but you smiled. He may have been prude, but his lack of care for your methods truly showed how much he understood your situation by not trying to negotiate you out of it; considering how much he prioritized efficiency.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Ashido bumped into your hip with her side. “You know, other than finding the restroom.” The two of you started walking down the hallway. With your position, you were actually at the front of everyone.

Turns out you had just come from the direction you were heading.

“Ah,” you clocked onto what she was saying. “Couldn’t get my binder off. The darn thing was practically stuck to my skin.”

Finding it funny, she tickled between your shoulder blades where your sports bra now lay. Unfortunately, it was a must-wear when exercising.

“Don’t worry, Training is only for an hour. You’ll have it back on in no time.” She reassured. Her quick pace brought the two of you closer to Iida, who now turned around to look at you.

“Binders?” He said it like he had never heard the word. “Aren’t those something women wear?”

You winced, and felt Ashido do the same.

“No.” You said, trying to keep your tone light. It was obvious he didn’t mean it maliciously. “Most people who wear binders aren’t women. When women do wear them, it can often be for things like costumes or cosplay, as opposed to wearing them for the usual purpose.”

You sensed Ashido relaxing at your side as you explained. No need to punt Iida today over stupid reason number ‘I stopped counting’.

He nodded thoughtfully, falling in line next to you. “I see.”

You felt satisfied with the knowledge that this had gone well rather smoothly. Then, Iida hit you with the question of: “And what is its usual purpose?”

Your footstep halted for a moment. Ashido grabbed your shoulder and shook her head. You scrambled your brain for a way to word it in a way that your class rep wouldn’t deem scandalous. “It’s… um…” you scratched your neck. “Well, you see…”

“Ah!” He interrupted, turning his attention away from you. “We have arrived!”

Leaning into Ashido, you let out an exhausted sigh at being given a free out to try and provide an explanation. She just patted your shoulder in understanding.

“He’ll probably look it up online later and get traumatized all on his own.” She jested, supportively pushing you off of her so you could walk outside into the clear sun.

“Better the internet than me.” You jested back, lightly elbowing her ribs. Shrieking in laughter, she pulled your arm in to bring her lips to your ear.

“But you could have given him a lesson on female anatomy.”

Gasping loudly, you tried to elbow her again, but she ran away onto the training field. Trying to keep down your smile, you intentionally didn’t look at Iida as you sprinted after her; shouting and throwing empty threats.

She was never going to let the Iida jokes down, and it was going to be a long semester.

Tagist: Tenya Iida

@electronicexpertshark

My darlings 🤲

thinking about Pro hero Bakugo who wears a locket on him at all times. The picture in it? A beautiful picture of you smiling on your wedding day.

It's not on a necklace where it can snag or get pulled but somewhere else, safer. Also not as visible. But then the press gets a photo of him and someone sees it.

The pretty design on the back of the golden locket stands out. The press and his fans go crazy over it. Everyone already knows Bakugo is down bad for his wife but now there's a locket with unknown photos in it.

Bakugo chooses to ignore it till he's in an interview and gets asked "so everyone's dying to know. What's in this secret locket of yours?" A confused look comes to his face.

"That's a stupid question, my wife of course."

Knock out

what now

I’ve been on a block for like decades basically and this one is the most finished one out of all the wips… request are open! Maybe I’ll poop out a cover art or scene art for it :3 also working on like (my version of Iida) hc both sfw and nsfw

anywho

First I’d like to point out about the skirt that she is wearing is like a maxi skirt, not a short one

they’ve finally started dating! But now it’s a little awkward with the physical affection and don’t know how to bring it up…maybe a sleepover will help?

They both didn’t realize how much time had passed as they have been hanging out nearly all day. “Oh wow, look at the time!” she exclaimed, as she stared down at her phone.

“Oh, I suppose it is late.” Iida agreed, realizing the sky turned dark long ago. “I reckon it’s too late to go home at an hour like this…” he muttered. 

“It’s okay, I’ll ask Hunnie if-”

“Or.” Iida interrupted, “How about you spend the night.” he stated.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Nonsense! Besides, my parents enjoy your company, they don’t mind!” he exclaimed. “You can stay in my room, and I’ll stay in the living room,” he instructed. He looked at her–she began to fidget with her hand, her eyes darting around the room out of nervousness. She finally spoke up.

“Do you…have to?” she said in a soft shy voice. Her face was red, as she avoided eye contact from him.

“Zelda, are you insinuating that I stay here with you?!” his face is equally as red as hers. She nodded to confirm. He took a deep breath in, “Okay, do you…need anything?” he gently said. She shook her head,

“No, I can rest with what I have.” she stammered. 

“I’ll give you some privacy then, and I’ll be in the other room” he said with a tender voice before closing the door behind him. She sighed as he closed the door, this is the first time they spent the night together. Zelda feels bad for taking things slow, although they've known each other for years–the thought of anything else intimate made her a bit wary. She really likes him, this in itself will be a boundary she needs to overcome. An easy step, just falling asleep together…what could go wrong? She began to undress, she wore something simple–off the shoulder t-shirt, with a skirt. She removed her shirt, leaving her in a low cut rather short tank top, exposing both her stomach and sternum. She kept her skirt on, as she was the type to NOT wear shorts under. A soft knock was heard.

“Come in” she said softly, he peeked his head in before entering. He smiled a bit, as she shyly sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Are you comfortable sleeping in that?” he said with a smile referring to the skirt. 

“Y-yes! It's just…” her face flushed red, her hands folded on her lap. “I don’t…wear shorts…” her voice almost in a whisper. 

“I-I see.” he stuttered, “that's okay, do as you please on your comfort level!” he assured her. As much as he wanted to tell her, even beg her to take it off–but he has half a brain to keep it to himself. 

“I do feel comfortable removing them, I just don’t know if you would feel the same…”  she explained. 

YES YES YES he thought to himself, he cleared his throat. “Ye-yes! I am okay with it.” he stated. She gave a sweet smile before nodding, her thumbs hooking onto the elastic of the skirt slowly bringing it down. He tried not to watch, but inevitably failed as he tried to focus on the wall, but his eyes kept wandering back. He didn’t know whether it was okay to look or not. He took a seat on the bed as he removed his glasses, setting them on the nightstand, turning the light off in the process. The moonlight came in enough to light up the room. He pulled the cover back, scooting in to lay down. She stood by the bed, extremely nervous for being so close to him. But she finally followed suit. Both flat-backed staring up at the ceiling, she looked over to him, “I’m sorry, I am just really nervous” she laughed out a bit, he couldn’t help, but to smile as well. 

“I’m glad it isn’t just me” he said as he turned to look at her, both now on their sides to look at one another. His eyes lingered on her lips for a bit. 

“Tenya, I’m happy that you want to spend the night together…” she said in a whisper. Her hand reached for his to hold it. His grip tightened.

“Me too, Zelda.” his tone matching hers. He brought himself closer to her, his arm wrapping around her bringing her into an embrace. She smiled as she felt comfort in his warmth. They continued to converse about sweet nothings, family, newest hobby, friends. The night ended with them drifting off to sleep with her as a little spoon. And his arm around her holding her close to him.

She didn’t realize when they fell asleep, but when she woke it was still dark out. It’s a habit to wake up, and to shift positions. Iida’s arm wrapped tightly around her, his breath heavy on her nape. Then thrust.

Her eyes widened as she felt something hard push against her backside. A hand gripping onto her side, it didn’t take long to realize it was Iida grinding against her in his sleep. She was frozen and unsure what to do, his heavy panting and his intermittent grunts by her ear made her blush. She felt guilty for feeling her core ache as he continued. I wonder what he is dreaming about…

She thought to herself, but the more she thought about it the more embarrassed she got, and surely he would too…

Her hand moved to loosen his grip, slowly pulling her body away from his–shifting herself to sit up. Her finger poking his shoulder, “Tenya…” she said in a whisper. Her palm and fingers gripped onto his shoulder, as she gently nudged him a bit more. His eyes fluttered open, he hummed. Looking up to see Zelda looking down at him, her hand reached out still on his shoulder. 

“Is everything okay?” he muttered, her face turned red. 

“Well yes, but…” she turned to look away from him, her finger pointing. His eyes followed to where she was pointing, Iida’s head began to look down now realizing his…problem. His face turned red, as he was quick to sit up grabbing onto a pillow to cover his lower region. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want you to get embarrassed! Especially if you…finished.” she said rather quickly. 

“No. I apologize, Zelda. You must feel so disgusted by something so perverse!” he said with haste. She shook her head at this statement. 

“N-no!” she said in a cautious voice, she moved closer to him. Her hand was holding onto his wrist. She took a deep breath in, “I was wondering…what were you thinking of?” her face red as she looked down out of embarrassment.

“I-I.” he paused, as he began to stumble over his words. “You. Us. Together.” he blurted. 

“What were we doing…?” 

“Zelda, you don’t have to ask those kind of questions”

“But I want to know.”

“You do? You don’t think it's perverted?”

“No, I just…” she paused, debating on whether or not to out herself–but it would make the situation better, he would feel less alone. 

“Just what?”

“I really like you, and I think about you sometimes…in that way.” she said shyly. “And I’ve been wondering, if you do too. So I want to know–what were you dreaming?” she admitted. He shifted a bit awkwardly, turning his head away so as to not look at her. He already felt shameful for admitting his lustful thoughts about her, but him going into detail about it made him feel…

A bit relieved. It took a while to muster the courage to talk but finally, he began to speak. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his hand.

“I was on top of you, with me between your legs. We were kissing, and you…” he paused, feeling himself get more excited as he thought about it. 

“And I, what?” she urged him to continue.

“You kept pressing yourself against me, your hands touching me in a way that excited me” he confessed. She shifted herself to move closer to him, her fingers tracing the pillow. It grew quiet, as he watched her hand move closer to his.

“Can I feel it?” she muttered.

“What!?” he exclaimed, his face turning redder as he stared at her. “You want t-to..?!” (it being his penits) he couldn’t even finish his sentence as he heard her request. She nodded her head to confirm, he looked at her a moment longer as he clenched onto the pillow. Her face soft, her expression sweet and gentle…curious.

 Slowly, his hand began easing off the pillow. She removed it from his lap. She looked down at the prominent outline. Her small hand placed on his thigh, her light touches made him shiver as she slowly inched closer to feel his clothed length. He twitched, as her hand began to move against it. His pelvis gently jerked up against her hand as she continued. She looked up at him, and he was focused on her hand. His breathing is getting heavy once again. 

“Can you tell me more…” she whispered as she looked up at him under her eyelashes. He bit his lip, and gave a nod.

“you…I’ve been thinking about you everyday. Wanting to hear you, wanting to see your naked body. Wanting to feel you against me. Wanting to kiss you more explicitly” he gulped, “and today…I wanted to touch you inappropriately. For my hands to touch every part of your body, and my lips to do the same.”

“Kiss me how?” she said with a tilted head. He brought himself closer to her, her lips lingered for a second before placing them onto his. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, as she began to straddle his thigh. He eagerly kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist. Leading her to lay on the bed, instinctively she spread her legs allowing him to position his groin against hers. Slowly he began to roll his hips against her clothed heat. She let out a gentle moan against his lips. He couldn’t help but to relish in the noises she made. He longed to hear her in such a erotic manner.

 She parted from the kiss to focus on her hips moving against his hardened length. Her arms holding him close to her body as she erotically breathed against his ear. He shut his eyes as he continued, he’d let out a soft groan with every thrust he made against her. Her hands reached under his shirt to feel his back, the way his back muscles flexed as he moved his arms to push her harder against him. He couldn’t believe this was happening, at this point he wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming—but the way he could feel her heat against his, and her light touches on his skin made him realize, she was indeed in all real.

Hey Habs!! I was wondering if you could share some drawing structure, or basically what you use for a base for full body sketches. I have alot of trouble figuring out things like that... and your art makes me hungry. Thank you!!

this is how I draw full bodies! Hips and clavicle are landmarks when I start out, and they dictate posture and stuff. It's important to ground your character, make sure their feet are nice and planted.

silly texts pt. 2!

featuring: k!bakugo, i!midoryia, s!todoroki, e!kirishima, d!kaminari, s!hanta, h!shinsou, k!takami, t!todoroki.

authors note: pt 2 to this series part one here! suggestive content, gn!reader, 17+ content. m.list