Katsuki’s Second Masterlist ♡ !

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kiaaa so I have a question I just saw this in tiktok https://www.tiktok.com/@lita5201314/video/7479405030550899975?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc and..how would katsuki react if this happened? not a request but i couldnt stop imagining katsuki just panicking and reader just dumfounded by what happpened :)

you’re in the kitchen, bent over to grab a fallen spoon, completely unaware of the menace behind you.

katsuki has that look in his eye—the one he always gets when you're in leggings and he's feeling handsy. you’d been teasing him all morning, walking around in one of his old shirts, humming to yourself like you didn’t know what you were doing.

so he stalks up behind you, raises a hand, aims to give you a firm smack on the ass—

smack!

but you move. and instead of ass, he clocks the back of your head.

you yelp, stumbling forward a little, hand flying up to cradle your skull. “ow?!”

katsuki freezes, eyes going wide with horror like he just accidentally took out a toddler with a dodgeball.

“shit—baby—fuck.”

he drops his hand like it betrayed him and rushes up to you immediately, hands already hovering around your face like he’s checking for trauma.

“you good? you dizzy? need water?? i didn’t mean to hit your damn head, i swear—”

you’re laughing so hard you’re almost crying, which only deepens his panic.

“don’t laugh—fuck, you’re concussed, aren’t you?” he mutters, tucking your hair behind your ear, squinting at your pupils like he’s a damn emt. “you feelin’ lightheaded? babe? say your name. what year is it? who’s the fuckin’ president—”

“katsuki,” you manage between giggles. “i’m fine.”

“you sure?” he’s still frowning, hands bracing your cheeks now, eyes scanning your expression for any sign of damage. “fuck, i was just tryin’ to smack that perfect ass and i—dammit."

he cups your face gently, inspecting you like a worried dad. “you’re not bleedin’, right? fucking hell, woman. thought i scrambled your brain.”

you’re still giggling when he wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing soft, apologetic kisses to your temple.

“i was just tryna smack your ass,” he mumbles, nose buried in your hair.

“you missed.”

“yeah, thanks, i noticed,” he clutches you like you’re made of glass, one hand gently rubbing where he hit you. “i’m gonna sue myself. this is abuse. i’m the problem.”

you wheeze. “i think i saw stars.”

“don’t joke right now,” he deadpans, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, still cradling it like you’re his fragile little egg.

“i’m never touchin’ your ass again.”

you snort. “don’t lie to me.”

“…yeah, okay. maybe in like ten minutes.”

he mutters something about “next time i’m aiming lower.”

but he still pulls you into his lap on the kitchen floor and kisses the crown of your head, like he’s trying to make it better.

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crawling back to you | 04.16.25

pairing: husband!katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

genre/warnings: one shot, established relationship, light angst, happy ending.

your first argument as a married couple feels entirely different yet somehow completely the same

break the ice | 04.16.25

pairing: hockey player!bakugou x sports therapist!reader

genre: texts, coworkers au, pro sports au, aged up, tension (yummy)

what started as teasing texts between the star hockey player and the team trainer turns into late-night tension and feelings neither of them want to name

watcher or player? | 04.17.25

pairings: player!katsuki x player!reader

genre/warnings: one shot, nerve au, cussing, anonymous online peer pressure, exploitation

unexpectedly, your watchers want you to team up with rising player, katsuki bakugou, and who are you to deny them that?

bite back | 04.17.25

pairing: bakugou katsuki x mean!reader

genre/warnings: texts, cussing, violence, collage au,

with the way katsuki runs his mouth someone was bound to put him in his place and that someone is you

everything he didn't says | 04.18.26

pairing: deaf!katsuki x fem!reader

genre/warnings: one shot, fluff

bakugou's never needed words to tell you how he feels— the only problem is you don't understand when he does.

undefined | 04.19.25

pairing: cheater!bakugou x cheater!reader

genre/warnings: infidelity, cheating, cussing, crude humor/jokes

everyone has their vices, bakugo happens to be yours. insatiably, you are his too.

staying awake in the name of love k. bakugo

Despite his strict bedtime and his hatred of anyone interrupting his schedule, Katsuki would stay up for you and you alone. 

He would never do it for pleasure, simply because you wanted to, because he valued both of your health too much for him to compromise hours of sleep like that. 

But whenever you were having a rough time, unable to fall asleep due to the excruciating amount of pain you were in, he took it upon himself to stay up with you. He wouldn’t fall asleep until you did, and even then he was hesitant to rest his eyes. He felt as though resting would compromise your sleep and leave you laying there restless for the rest of the night, tossing and turning in agony. 

He was a hero, and he couldn’t bring himself to doze off when he knew there was someone out there in pain, especially someone he loved so furiously and endlessly. 

Katsuki Bakugo hated staying up, but he would do it if it meant taking care of you.

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ⓒ luvseraph , 4/14/25

“oh what’s this?” you lifted katsuki‘s bangs, your hand on his forehead. “lost a fuckin’ bet to shitty hair.. ya’ like it?” he nudged his head into your palm, showing off his fresh new eyebrow piercing. “it suits you baby, makes you look sexier” you giggled kissing his cheek, his new look definitely suited him well. katsuki and his new eyebrow piercing was a match made in heaven, you can’t help but admire him even more than you did before.

“what are ya’ staring at, hm?” you were staring at him for too long you began to zone out, he kissed your temple breaking you out of your daydream. your face flushed, you like staring at him but not for so long you start to daydream. “sorry katsu.. you’re too handsome not to look at” you tilt your head to the side while looking up at him, the one thing katsuki loves.

he loves when you look up at him with doe eyes, it was his weakness. “oh yea?” his hand trailing from your cheek down to your neck, ready to bite. you nod in response, tilting your head to allow him more access. he lowers his head to meet you , giving you the sweetest kiss on your lips before giving you small pecks trailing down from your lips to your neck.

“glad ya’ like it so much, baby.”

The Dress (Bakugou x Fem reader)

Summary: Going to a Hero Gala in a Bakugou inspired dress and surprising him.

Dress inspo↓↓↓

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"It's perfect!" I sit in the designers office looking at a sketch of the dress he wants to make me for the gala. "He's going to freak when he sees me." I giggle thinking about his reaction.

"I'm glad you like it Mrs. Bakugou. I'll need you to come in next week so my assistant can get your measurements, I'll have samples of fabric for you waiting."

I shake hands with him while my car is being pulled around. "Thank you for agreeing to make my dress. I'm sure you won't disappoint."

I drive home in Katsuki's (our) orange challenger, making sure I don't speed too much. It's the weekend so Katsuki is on call rather than being at the office or patrolling.

I walk into the house and hang my keys and bag up. "Baby?" I hear his voice call out. "It's me, love!" He meets me halfway before kissing the top of my head. "Hey mama. Where you been?"

"Just met up with the designer for my dress for the Hero Gala. You need to get an outfit ready too." He groans and rolls his eyes. "I'll just wear some suit, baby. I don't need nothing special."

"I don't think you mean that. Every event we've gone to, you've looked absolutely delicious. You'll find something." I give him a look that says try and disagree.

"Fine, I'll get with the designer." He grumbles something else that I can't understand. "Thank you, Suki." I kiss him on the cheek.

He smirks and grabs me. "Come 'ere, beautiful." I let out a scream before he kisses me.

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓪𝓵𝓪...

It's the night of the Gala and I'm with the designer in my changing room. My dress fits like a glove. "God it's gorgeous!" He buttons the last of it up. "Well you look fabulous, darling." He fixes the small train in the back and hands me my gloves.

Flash flash flash

Cameras and interviewers are everywhere. Hero's are everywhere on the carpet talking and laughing while posing for pictures. My entrance down the grand staircase is coming up and I'm nervous.

I adjust my gloves once more and my designer fixes the dress before sending me out. "He's going to freak, darling. You look gorgeous." I nod at the designer before walking out and down the stairs.

"Over here! Mrs. Bakugou! Look here!"

Snap snap snap

Cameras flash all around me, getting all angles of the dress. I pose for a minute before walking forward. Katsuki turns from an interview and does a double take. "Excuse me." He says to the interviewer.

I watch his jaw drop.

"Baby, this is what you were plannin'?" I nod and smile. "You like?" "'Like' baby? God you're phenomenal." He takes my hand and spins me. "You mean the dress is phenomenal." I correct him. "No I mean you're phenomenal."

Flash flash flash

"Mr. & Mrs. Bakugou! Over here!" He takes me by the waist for a couple pictures. I smile at the cameras for a minute before turning to him. When I look up he's already looking at me. "Have you even been looking at the cameras?" I wrap my arms around his neck. "No, been too busy looking at my wife." He kisses me softly. "You look incredible. Like you're mine." He turns us back to the cameras but doesn't let go of me for the rest of the night.

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Note: I hope you enjoyed! I had a hard time picking which dress to choose but I figured if you didn't like it you could imagine a different dress. I hope you did like tho. Lmk if you have any feedback.

Ps: This is an old one I had saved.

your.. not wrong??

i have the urge to eat straight instant ramyun powder

i miss his annoying ass

Obsessed with his last name - K. Bakugou

cw: pure fluff with bf!katsuki because I need it this morning.

He doesn’t get it. The two of you have been dating for years but you still insist on calling him ‘Bakugou’.

It didn’t bother him at first, the two of you still getting used to the intimacy of each other’s names and figuring out what pet names the two of you prefer. But not you. It’s always been ‘Bakugou.’

The occasional ‘Katsuki’ or ‘Kats’ will slip out in the quiet hours of the morning, when both your voices are still laden with sleep.

It’s only when he’s standing in the kitchen, pouring your cup of coffee in that to-go mug he got you from his agency that he asks. “Why do you always call me by my last name?”

His tone is soft and a little sad, his gaze doesn’t entirely meet yours either, just slowly watching the ribbons of cream mix with the rich dark coffee.

“Is there a problem with me calling you by your last name? You’ve never said anything about it before now…” you say gently, walking around the island counter to stand next to him.

He stands with his hands on the edge, spoon set down against the neatly folded towel so it doesn’t leave stains on the counter top. “No… I just— never got why you sometimes call me a nickname and it never sticks. You always revert to ‘Bakugou’.”

There’s a beat of silence before you wrap your arms around his waist from behind and press your forehead to the space right in between his shoulder blades. “Maybe I like it so much because I hope it’ll be my last name some day.” Your cheeks are warm and he can feel it through his shirt.

He’s quiet for a few moments. The two of you never really talked about marriage but he’s known for ages you’re the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. But hearing you voice that? There’s no way he’d have a problem hearing that again. “And there’s no one else I’d rather have take my last name.”

His hands cup your cheeks as he turns around and presses his lips to yours, happy as he could ever be.