Okay But Can We Get Bakugo Dating Reader Who's An Idol Pleaseeeee? Love U

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 :)

Idk why 😂

When ppl write about Drummer! Bakugou… I think he would be in a pop-rock band like 5SOS… and I’m not so sure why.

Maybe it’s cause 5SOS would lead one of the few bands I really liked in middle school. But when I think of a band, prob consisting of the Bakusquad, I see them like 2014 “She Looks So Perfect”, “Social Casualty”, and “Voodoo Doll” era 5SOS 🤣

Just jotting down the idea 🤣👌

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

⇝ masterlist | requests

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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Did I reblog this already 😂❤️

bakugou katsuki is six when he pushes his mother away from him for the first time, a loud “EW!” escaping his lips once she’d kissed his cheek goodnight.

“‘ew’?” mitsuki’s eyes narrow at him, tucked comfortably in his little bed with All Might themed blankets. he pouts, furiously wiping at the spot where her lips had pressed against his skin.

“don’t kiss me, it’s gross,” he tells her, sticking his tongue out to hammer in his point. she scoffs and deliberately leans down to press a much wetter one to the same cheek. he makes an indignant noise, pushing her away again with a small hand that pops tiny sparks at her. “stop that!”

“one day you’ll miss your mother’s kisses, brat,” mitsuki tells him, ruffling his hair as she pulls away and leans over to flick off the lamp near his bed. it encases them in darkness lit only slightly by the full moon peering through his bedroom window. “then we’ll see what’s so gross about them.”

“like hell!” he exclaims in return, getting a wallop on the top of his head as his mother chides him for his language. he clutches at his head, his pout deepening. “go away already!”

mitsuki rolls her eyes, retreating to the hallway so she can head to her own bed for the night. she wishes him goodnight, then closes his door, leaving a frowning katsuki in the dark.

bakugou katsuki is eleven when a random girl in his class tries to hug him.

“get the hell off of me!” he spits out in that pre-pubescent voice of his as he shoves her away. she stumbles and trips, landing in a heap on the floor of the classroom they’re in. her big eyes look up at his scowling form, his arms crossed haughtily over his chest.

“but katsuki,” she pouts at him, “it’s valentine’s day! i just wanted to give you a hug!”

“don’t fucking touch me again, extra,” he practically growls out, then stalks away. his friends follow after him, snickering behind their palms as the girl frowns on the ground, nearly reduced to tears.

bakugou katsuki is sixteen when one of his classmates at U.A. slings an arm around his shoulder nonchalantly during lunch.

“piss off,” he snarls as he shoves the arm away, irritated that his meal had been interrupted. kaminari raises his hands in a nonthreatening manner, attempting to soothe the angry force that is the ash-blond.

“whoa there kacchan, no need to get your panties in a twist.” he grins, sliding away from katsuki slightly when a vicious glare is aimed his way.

“oooh, kaminari, haven’t you heard?” ashido leans in closer to whisper in a not-so-quiet voice. “the beast doesn’t like being touched. careful, or he’ll bite your arm off.” at this, katsuki shoots them a heated glare, and they let out playful little yelps, clutching onto each other dramatically.

“lighten up bakubro,” kirishima says cheerfully as he slaps a hand onto katsuki’s shoulder. “they’re just messing with ya!”

katsuki sends another glare at the redhead, practically stabbing his chopsticks into the piece of katsu in his bowl, but ultimately says nothing else as he shrugs the hand off his shoulder.

bakugou katsuki is twenty-two when you tap him on his upper arm for the first time, trying to catch his attention.

“what,” he grunts, already irritated since he had to wake up at ass o’clock in the morning for a patrol.

“uh, dynamight sir, i’ve got your new gauntlets here ready,” you tell him as you hold up said items. they’re slimmer, he notices approvingly, taking one in his hands to inspect the gleaming metal. he’d damaged his old ones in battle not too long ago and had to get the support team of his agency to remodel some new ones.

“they have a new latching mechanism,” you explain as you point out a funky piece of metal near the top that would go around his forearm. he eyes it, already trying to mentally figure out how it works. “i’ll need to show you how to properly adjust it—it’s a bit tricky.”

there’s a moment where he just wants to tell you to leave it—that he’ll figure it out later. but you’re already fiddling around with the gauntlet you’re still holding onto, unlatching a piece of metal swiftly and holding it out to him with an expectant look on your face.

he stares at you, eyes tracing the contours of your cheeks for a few seconds, then huffs out his nose and sticks his arm out. you’re quick with getting the device around his forearm, explaining to him what to do as he listens on and tries to ignore the soft touches of your fingers on his skin.

bakugou katsuki is twenty-three when he realizes he subconsciously craves your presence, your touch.

fleeting brushes of skin on skin when you pass by him in his agency, patting him on the shoulder. your hands wrapping around his arm when you want to pull him down to the support lab to test new items. your fingers threading through his hair when you see it all mussed up from a battle, a small smile on your face.

he realizes, as he stiffly stands one day in your tight hold, that he doesn’t quite know how to reciprocate affection. his hands hang awkwardly at his sides and he swallows thickly when you pull away and peer up at him, checking him for any injuries.

“you okay?” you whisper to him, and fuck that look in your eyes makes him want to do so many things. but he doesn’t know how.

he knows that he wasn’t the most affectionate when he was younger. he’d scoffed in the face of any sort of intimacy, his pride making him feel above that sort of thing. that just wasn’t his personality. that’s not who he was, simple as that. or at least, that’s what he’d thought.

“m’okay,” he finds himself mumbling, the urge to bury his head into your hair so overwhelmingly strong. but something holds him back. something stops him from taking that extra step. and he wishes he knew why he’s like this, why he’s so hardened to simple affections like this. why he can’t give you what you deserve.

but he can change. he knows he can.

bakugou katsuki is twenty-four when he finally learns to hug back, just for you.

he learns to wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you closer to him so that your bodies can practically meld together. he learns how to tuck his head down into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume as though it was ambrosia. he learns to gently bump his forehead against yours to make you giggle and hold onto him tighter.

all of this and more, katsuki learns so he can get you to smile that soft smile you seem to reserve only for him. he’s become addicted, now that he’s gotten his first taste, and his life has changed for the better as a result.

so when you press a wet kiss to his cheek one day when he gets home from a particularly grueling mission, he finds himself leaning down into your touch instead of pushing you away, a content smile on his face.

strawberry kisses | jjk sm au

🖇 synopsis:

– an online dating app pairs him with the perfect girl. the two quickly start falling for each other and when things are getting good, he finds out she’s his best friend’s little sister.

pairing: rapper!jeongguk x photographer!reader

side ships: vmin, yoongi x oc, minjoon, hoseok x oc.

genre: smut, fluff, the tiniest bit of angst

status: completed

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. please be very vocal abt ur thoughts, good and bad! it gives me motivation to continue!! if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask!

parts:

prologue

character profiles: guk and friends

character profiles: yn and friends

part one: secret boyfriend

part two: dirty dr seuss

part three: fuckinf asshole

part four: catfish

part five: cash, grass or ass

part six: clapping those cheeks

part seven: slumped

part eight: amongst other things

part nine: he’s edging you

part ten: answer my text

part eleven: a problem

time jump: sleazy guys

time jump: still not serious??

time jump: haven’t met him

part twelve: does not sound like a guy

part thirteen: you’re not mad, right?

time jump: sleepy

time jump: shut the door

part fourteen: good luck kiss

part fifteen: been a good girl

bonus: seriously, dude???

part sixteen: first date

part seventeen: boyfriend

part eighteen: dry hump

part nineteen: wanna come over???

part twenty: first time

part twenty-one: like ice cream

part twenty-two: new yoongi

part twenty-two: she looked cute

bonus: let’s see her

part twenty-three: tall, dark and handsome

part twenty-four: maybe jimin??

part twenty-five: different this time

part twenty-six: mastermind

part twenty-seven: double date

part twenty-eight: not with her

bonus: prettiest girl

part twenty-nine: i’ll blow you

part thirty: first fight

bonus: somethings coming

part thirty-one: wild as fuckkk

bonus: white sheets

bonus: bed selfies

part thirty-two: lake house (1) (2)

bonus: day ones

part thirty-three: talk to yoongi

part thirty-four: end it

part thirty-five: album release

epilogue (1) (2)

end

Serendipity | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲: 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

Hi! This is my contribution to my first ever Anilysium collab. The prompt was band AU’s and I was very lucky to be allowed to write for Bakugou. Please check out all the other amazing creators here.

I was already late for this collab and I don’t have the balls to ask any of my friends to go through 16k of my shit so unedited/unbeta’d, pls don’t question me-

Pairing: drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+, sex with feelings, soft sex, unprotected sex, creampie, face-sitting, spanking, praise. As vanilla as sex can be with Bakugou~

Word Count: 16.1k.

Thank you to @/rat-zuki for making the edit in the banner for me. The emo to my goth the MCR references were for you.💕

New tweet from Y/N [5:05PM]: A brand new EP from upcoming band No Heroes, another mainstream pop-punk album to put on when you’ve finished listening to good music and you want a change.

“Mainstream pop-punk.” Bakugou reread the tweet that had flashed up on his screen, brows furrowed in irritation as he took in each word, “mainstream?”

“Aw man, I was really hoping she’d like it. She did an amazing review on Mindjack’s new song last week. He got a review with Spotify after that.” Kirishima sulked as he read the words on the screen behind Bakugou, watching the tweet slowly begin to gain hearts and retweets.

No Heroes had been a relatively small band a month ago, still playing songs in their garage as they practically pleaded for venues to let them play. Losing count of the number of shows they did for free as they tried to make a name for themselves. It helped that they had managed to gather up a cult online following to try and reach their dreams, hundreds of loyal fans finding them online as they began streaming their music and begging the men to play in their town. The first twenty-four hours of their latest album release had gone perfectly, rave reviews appearing all over the internet about this new band dominating the scene. 

All except the one that you’d just posted.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ message her.” Bakugou snarled, fingers already moving to click onto your profile picture, a crowd shot from a live music venue.

“Kats, you can’t make a burner account to send her shit, dude. She’ll work it-“

“Burner? Who the fucks makin’ a burner I’m just gonna message her.” Bakugou’s fingers were already clicking the touchpad roughly, following the link to your private messages on Twitter.

Kirishima hovering over his best friend as he watched his digits angrily jab at the keyboard, wincing at the unforgiving plastic as it quaked under his aggressive touch.

“I don’t think you can say that, man. I mean- she is entitled to her opinion. And didn’t you see the review New Noise gave us? It was glowing.” Kirishima pressed a reassuring palm to Bakugou’s shoulder that was swiftly shrugged away.

“She’s entitled to her opinion, but it’s fuckin’ wrong.” Remaining hunched over the laptop as he finished composing his message before clicking send.

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