All The Love In The World | K.b.

all the love in the world | k.b.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 5.1K

⇝ rating: 18+, mature.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, engaged!au, fluff and smut.

⇝ summary: as hard to believe as it may seem, bakugou lives for time off, where the days begin with him waking up by your side and  end with him falling asleep right next to you, while he thinks of all the ways he can love you during the hours in between.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy domestic bakugou ( i think this needed a warning okay? ), smut ( characters aged up to 20s ), soft morning sex, fingering ( female recieving ), dry humping, light!praise, heavy!breeding kink, switch!reader, dom!bakugou.

⇝ author’s note(s): hellooo my loves ! as a celebration of me reaching 100+ followers, i bring you my very first written imagine !! i love the idea of domestic baku so i hope you enoy reading as i did writing !! special thanks to @ozzy-bozzy​ for the teddy bear bracelets idea hehe

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katsuki bakugou considered himself to be a very lucky person.

when he was younger he’d been blessed by a powerful quirk which only lead him to exceed his classmates back in U.A. he’d graduated said school’s hero course top of his class, even if he’d failed his provisionals the first time round— nothing could stop him from becoming the best.

so when the hot headed blonde bagged the role of side kick at a top hero agency and then launched himself to the highest points in the hero charts as a pro later on, katsuki felt like all of his dreams had come true.

that was until, he’d proposed to you.

you were katsuki’s final dream, for him to wait for you at the end of the aisle— your watery smile just for him. 

that’s the vision he saw in his sleep. when you had said yes to him, the night you got engaged under the stars and amongst the roses, it was then that the explosive hero had realised how lucky he truly was.

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okay but can we get bakugo dating reader who's an idol pleaseeeee? love u

LETS GOOOOOOO !!!!!!! i have a whole self ship scenario of bts coming to japan and then bakugou takes me backstage to meet them and they know who he is bc he’s dynamight you know and he says to jungkook "youre her favourite" while im there shaking nervous, gripping bkgs hand (i will literally write this army bomb in hand) ANYWAYS

i’m gonna do this in headcanon bulletpoints ! idol!reader x ph!bkg

starstruck (1.9k)

cw: mention of sleeping together, no details

you guys meet because you’re styled by the same brand! the company had a casual evening dinner thingy with all their clients and you both get seated next to each other. bkg doesn’t usually turn up to these things but he’s always been interested in fashion because of his parents and it’s probably best to have a decent relationship with people that use you as their doll.

you’re an a grade idol. people get starstruck when they meet you but you’re the one who’s starstruck by the man beside you. yes he might be your favourite hero, maybe you do send pictures of him you see on twitter to your friends and maybe you did switch name cards so you were sat next to him tonight. this all doesn’t stop you from being starstruck.

bakugou on the other hand hasn’t even looked in your direction yet. just been scanning over the room and the selection of food on the table. you hear subtle hums of agreement at some plates and some grunts of disapproval at others. with the same frown you see on the few pictures he allows the paps to take, he leans back in his chair with his arms crossed.

you take that as your chance, with your stage, met gala worthy smile, "hi, i dont think we've met before. i'm yn." you even outstretch your hand for a handshake.

the large blonde turns only his head to acknowledge you. firstly his eyebrows rise at your presence like he didnt realise you were beside him. he makes the same hum of agreement he made at the food before him and he smirks a little, his ruby pupils bright with curiosity. for a second you didnt think he was gonna meet your hand making your smile falter just a little.

but he does, in a cuter way than your thought he would. he grabs your hand the same way one would to kiss your knuckles, a firm warm calloused grip on your fingers. and instead of a kiss he gives you his name with a nod, "bakugou katsuki."

you later learn that bakugou gets starstruck by nobody, when you introduce yourself as simply a "singer" instead of using the all encompassing "idol" label. he replies a flirty, "selling yourself short dont ya think?" which makes your eyes widen as you simply thought he didnt know who you were.

"what? surprised i didnt fall to my fuckin knees at the sight of you like the rest of those idiots? bet you're used to that shit." and you know you're supposed to take offence to his biting words but you think you can work around this annoyingly stubborn six foot two hero.

you let out a humourless laugh, eyes shining and head rested in your palm, "watch what you say, dynamight. soon you're gonna be fighting over the rest of those idiots just to speak to me."

he scoffs unfazed but clearly enjoying the push and pull between you both. "every fight im in, i win baby. if it would even be called that."

from that meeting on, you both equally try your best to meet again without telling each other. every time you’re both covered with faux surprise when you greet them at the event. (like you didnt ask a friend or a friend who worked for a friend and dated someone that knew red riot who knew his friend that would tell you whether bakugou would be turning up to this random event.)

through one of your many events together, one ending in you both tipsy enough to know what you were saying but too much for you to control the amount of detail and information you were giving. but it wasn't a problem for you both.

you found out you had quite a lot in common with pro hero dynamight or katsuki what he pushed you to call him. "im not on the clock." "youre a hero, youre always on the clock."

both faced with public opinion from a young age, being praised for your talents since you were born and now faced with a gruelling schedule in your adulthood to keep up with the expectation. and under all the troubles and tribulations of your jobs you both still loved what you did.

you both see each other differently, no masks or public performance. just pure honesty with each other. you like him a little more than before, if that was even possible and you hope he likes you too.

after that day, with both your busy lives you guys are mostly texting buddies. sending dumb photos, mostly selfies from you and updates about your days. the first and only selfie he ever sends you is of him and a billboard of you he saw when he was out on patrol. its a perfume advert, you in a flowy dress on a horse and he has his usual straight face complete in his hero gear. "Didn't think you'd be a horse girl."

the first time you get to meet after your drunken deep talks is when you take it upon yourself to text him in your apartment after one busy day. you’re rbegging his day is nearly up too.

"wanna come to mine?"

he does. all dirty and grubby in his hero gear and when he comes out the shower, you both break. you sleep with him for the first time and the next day he asks to be your boyfriend or at least start dating properly. (i wanna write this idea properly SO NO DETAILS SOZ)

general headcanons would include:

bkg gets paranoid about your security a lot. heard about your crazy stalkers, not from you because you know how he gets, but from somebody and he is watching every move of the security your management hired from you. when they slip up once, you getting mobbed while trying to meet your friends in a resturant, he's convincing you to fire your management and he will build a new security team for you. and he makes a new security branch within his hero agency and even names the company your last name.

everything the public knows about you both is what you decide to show them. nobody knows shit besides what you post and bakugou doesnt post shit anyway. so people eat up the clues you post on instagram and the couple photos that are taken at public events. always matching as youre both under the same designer.

you both are pretty good with long distance. you have tour and he has missions away from home. they usually line up so either way you both wouldnt have been together anyway. andddd you both are rich enough to fly to wherever the other is for the day and fly back the next.

BUT one time you were whining at him through voice messages about how you miss him. photoshoot after photoshoot and then recording for your new album and interviews... you really wanted to come home to him. he can't lie he feels the same too. so he replies with a voice message that sounds like it was taken whilst he was on a high building, very windy in the mic and so very candid. "i miss you too baby. more than fuckin' anythin'." he lets out an deep inhale, and you can imagine him wind through his hair and phone to his mouth, "i know what you're like so don't start takin' it out on everyone, i'll be back soon. put all that energy in your album. love you baby. love you so much."

and you put that voice message at the end of one of your songs. (when bkg hears the final song later, the whole song about you missing your lover whilst he also misses you too, he pulls you in for a side hug and kisses the top of your head. an act to keep you from seeing his face. "you're so... unbelievable. fuckin' set of pipes you've got there." and he avoids talking about the lyrical aspect of the song because it gets him emotional. later when you're brushing your teeth he hugs you from behind and says "i like that i'm in your album too." and walks off.)

he makes as many shows of yours that he can !! always the supportive boyfriend. rarely ever watches you from backstage because you get distracted having to face him between the breaks. so many fan pics of him in the stands, eating and watching you perform, sometimes he brings kiri or mina too. theyd both be singing along while bakugou just grins, a big teethy grin. when youre about to sing a love song you say to the crowd, "this song is for all of lovers tonight. or specifically you, katsuki. love you." the clip goes viral.

you both mention each other in interviews but never refer to each other by name even though everyone knows. "yeah actually my girl sings, pretty fuckin' well. whatever she sings is my favourite song." and then you're like, "last movie i watched was one of the marvel films! my boyfriend hates them though, he works in that sector and he says it's not realistic!!!"

workouts together. your routines are very different and specific, yours including lots of treadmill running and stretching whilst bakugou's on weights and punching bags.

he loves watching you with your earphones doing a full dance routine. kinda just stops what he's doing to watch you. when you finish you give him a proper ending fairy face, out of breath and smiling at him full with endorphins, "what?"

bkg does not give a fuck about the fans that are lost in their parasocial relationship with you. unless they make you uncomfortable, he lets the guys nervously give you a hug and the girls manically repeat how much they love you. he knows it's different from the love he feels for you and he kinda feels proud that you're his. you deserve all the love.

when you're both in public he often gets asked by fans to take a photo of you and them. always does with a huff.

always carries a hat and mask disguise for you in his car.

comes to your fansigns all masked up in disguise, asking you to sign his album. you know it's him immediately and you write a stupid dirty message in his album.

when you're alone in the studio, he always comes in when he can and does work on his laptop. sitting in the producers spinning chair infront of all the toggles and buttons. when he looks up through the glass, youre near tears at the mic with headphones on staring at your ipad with the lyrics you were just singing. he's quick to press on the button on his side to talk to you, his voice rattling through your headphones, "baby? come here now." and you shake your head wiping at your eyes, "no i dont deserve your comfort. why cant i get this fucking note right? if this album i-isnt... good enough-"

and bakugou knows you well. you're feeling overwhelmed with pressure, mixed with your perfectionist side and you're left feeling hopeless. his hand is on the button, lips to his small mic, "baby. baby look at me." and you lift your head up to face him through the window, lips pouted, "you sounded fuckin good. you always do. but do you wanna go home now? you know you're not gonna get shit done when you feel like this." and you give him a tired nod, "now come n' give me a cuddle."

i could probably continue this for AGES AND THIS FEELS SUPER LONG SO MAYBE SOME PROPER FULL FICS LATER !!

it’s not even been twenty four hours and here’s more :)

This is the perfect example of drummer! Bakugou if he has his own song 😭😂

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[k. bakugo x reader] [college au]

numbers. figures. digits. no matter what name they went by, there was only one that bakugo cared about: #1. that was, until he met you.

now, he thinks maybe there’s room for 2.

A/N: i loved writing this one omg,,,, it’s probably the fluffiest one i’ve written yet and i am TOTALLY fine with that lolll. just a warning though, there are short moments of claustrophobia and panic attacks and very very short harassment (which are tagged) in this story, so if that makes you uncomfortable feel free to skip! without further ado, enjoy! <3</p>

zero.

It starts on move-in day.

Like every other college freshman, you’re nervous, yet fluttering with excitement. You’re terrified yet elated to be on your own, away from your parents, and to meet new people.

The campus is bustling with students, some new and some old, everyone heaving large storage containers and boxes around for move-in day.

You’re rummaging around in your bag, trying to find your room key before you enter the building, and when you step forward, you’re hit with a wall. You collide with someone’s chest, hard muscle under your hands before you topple over. Landing on your tailbone ungracefully, you cry out as your bag spills onto the ground, peering up at the person before you.

He’s tall, broad-shouldered, spiky blond hair and intense red eyes. There’s a large cardboard box in his hands, and he squints down at you with distaste.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you apologize hurriedly, climbing to your feet. You’re embarrassed at your slip up, but you don’t think it’s a big deal.

“Watch where you’re going, extra.” he spits, and you recoil in offense. You had expected to meet some rude people on campus, sure, but not within an hour of arriving. Extra? 

“Okay, no need to be so rude. I already apologized.” you scoff, brushing dust off your jeans. This guy is being such an ass for no reason. 

He glowers at you before walking off, and your face contorts in disgust.

What a dick.

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