#bakugou playlist

[peachsukii]

A dynamite playlist for a dynamight guy.

Compiles a bunch of music that I think he'd either enjoy or songs that remind me of him from my personal music library. I'll add to it whenever the mood strikes. 🔥

last updated; 09/27/24

[lizbeth-loon]

If character development was a playlist 🤔

[kimbapkimbapp]

Made a playlist for Bakugou kinnies that are not the usual ones 😚 (yeah it's also Bkdk but)

This is me trying-taylor swift (talks about how hard the person is trying to improve and to be a better person)

Back to december-taylor swift (song about regretting doing something bad to someone you cared for, accepting that they might not forgive you but swallowing your pride apologising)

Betty-taylor swift (also a regret song)

Die for you-the weeknd (talking about how despite the differences between two people they would die for them and that they can't push them away anymore)

The only exception- paramore (a person that never believed in love till they fell for that person)

Style- Taylor swift (same situation never changing between two people)

Delicate-taylor swift (being in love with someone but scared to ruin their relationship because it's too complicated)

Afterglow- Taylor swift (a song full of regret in which the person apologizes to the other one and tells them not to give up on them yet)

Laberynth- Taylor swift (a person that is really scared of falling in love but can't help but to)

Midnight rain- Taylor Swift (someone that is dark but falls in love with a person that feels like a sunshine

Yeah I know it's mainly miss TS, but give em a try they're just bakugoucore

[crushmeeren]

♡ Katsuki’s Playlist

♡ Master List Link

POV : you’re sharing headphones with Kat on a long bus ride, train ride, car ride, plane, etc., — whatever kind of travel you’d enjoy.

❥ Note; the link on each song will take you to the actual playlist I’ve created on Spotify!!

❥ I know people may not be super interested in this but it’s been rattling around my head for weeks and I had to get it TF OUT.

1. Insanely Illegal Cage Fight ; Del Av, Jackson Rose

2. Halls Of Illusions ; Insane Clown Posse

3. Enter Sandman (Remastered) ; Metallica

4. Mary On A Cross ; Ghost

5. Spillways ; Ghost

6. Code Mistake ; CORPSE, Bring Me The Horizon

7. Fallout ; Sleep Theory

8. Sweet Dreams ; SiM

9. SWEET ; BROCKHAMPTON

10. RED ; SiM

11. Vengeance ; coldrain

12. Gone ; coldrain

13. Zetsubou Billy ; MAXIMUM THE HORMONE

14. Cut Me Open ; Of Virtue

15. Kool-Aid ; Bring Me The Horizon

16. DArkSide ; Bring Me The Horizon

17. Pass The Nirvana ; Pierce The Veil

18. Emergency Contact ; Pierce The Veil

19. You Never Know ; Beartooth

20. T X H X C ; SiM

21. Baseball Bat ; SiM

22. Knock Out ; Okazaki Taiiku

23. Dragula ; Rob Zombie

24. Into The Fire ; Asking Alexandria

25. お先に失礼します。; Hanabie

26. Miss The Rage ; Jeethz

[cryiling]

yeah basically

[serosblunt]

Bakusquad Boys Playlists are here!!

Yes, the rumour is true! I finally got around to those Bakusquad Boys playlists

They'll continue to be updated, thank you guys for your patience.

❤️Z

[drefear]

Tears Don't Fall (Bullet For My Valentine)

Let's go!

Katsuki Bakugou loved his wife more than anything. More than everything. So why? 

Why did he do that? 

Now she was on the ground of their home, their penthouse. Being a pro hero had given him the world, but she was his world and he did everything he could for her. Gave her diamonds and lavish clothing, spa trips and vacations. And in return, she had been loyal, given him two beautiful children and a lifetime of happiness. 

Why did he do that? 

He had no idea, but she was broken. He had broken her. Done the worst thing he could have possibly done and gotten caught. 

On a national fucking television site.

It was weeks ago, but it was just so much. A villain had targeted the school his kids went to and he didn’t get there until Midorya and Todoroki had, already working on getting survivors and victims out. He was lucky, his kids knew precautions and he had trained them on what to do, so they’d gotten out. 

But Midoriya’s… they weren’t as lucky. Midoriya had three, another on the way, and his middle child had gotten stuck between a falling piece of fire and a wall. 

Bakugou couldn’t stop playing Midorya’s face over and over again. He felt responsible for some reason, maybe if he’d gotten there on time then they’d have had enough hands to save all of those kids. Now he was on those stupid tubes and machines and Bakugou was crying at his desk. As he wrote the paperwork, his eyes wouldn’t stop smudging the black on his face. The only thing he wanted to do was hold his kids close at that moment. Hold his wife. 

With bloodshot eyes, I watch you sleeping The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

But he was stuck in this stupid fucking office, and when the secretary knocked on the door, he lost all restraint. Grabbed the edge of the desk, he flipped it and she shrieked. He quickly regained control and slammed the door shut, knowing it wouldn’t look good if his anger got out. He’d worked too hard to get that under control since high school, he wouldn’t let it get him now. 

And then she was close to him. That tiny stupid blonde that always fucked up his lunch. She didn’t make it like his perfect wife. 

But his hands were too shaky. He couldn’t sign what she had for him, he couldn’t see straight, he couldn’t-

He couldn’t push her away when she kissed him. He couldn’t stop when she touched him, held him. 

He needed comfort and he couldn’t stop anymore, he was too far gone, too high strung. 

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

A week later, a call came in through the telecoms of his office. 

“You have one week to get me 2 million dollars or that video plays on youtube.” His hands felt shaky again, and this time it wasn’t rage. It was fear. 

“I’ll have it to you in an hour, delete it immediately.” He said instantly. 

“An hour? Maybe I’m making this a bit too easy. How about 20?” 

“Do you want the money or for me to be scared? Because congrats, dumbass you did it. Delete it.” Bakugou was straining to not break the tiny office phone in his hands. His chest was heaving. 

“I want you to feel pain like I have. I want you to lose something.” 

Bakugou knew it. It was a sudden realization but he knew it. 

“Don’t. Please.” he begged and the laughter that came through was loud, strained. Insane. 

“Cmon now, Ground Zero! Don’t be so boring, you’re usually the life of the party!” 

Bakugou knew it would end with that stupid tape being public, but he didn’t think it would be this bad. 

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

He saw it first when he was walking on patrol, someone glaring at him. He shrugged it off. Heroes were a controversial topic for everyone, he chalked it up to just that. He continued until he heard sounds. Pornigraphic sounds. Playing from that same person’s phone, he approached them. 

“Hey, you can’t be playing that shit-” 

“Ugh! Mr. Bakugou!” The phone sound rang out and his eyes fell to the screen they were previously looking at. It was a stupid little pink phone case, but he was on screen. And so was that blonde.  And he was running. Fast. He had to tell her before she found out like this. God, he knew he fucked up, he knew this was it, but he couldn’t let her find out from a fucking TMZ video.

The moments die, I hear no screaming The visions left inside me are slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

Getting back to his office, he saw the blonde and sneered at her, then realizing she was bawling her eyes out. She must have seen, she was probably embarrassed. Young, dumb, she wasn’t in a good position either. He didn’t have time for her. He had to get home. Bakugou grabbed his clothing and bolted for his car. 

He sped. He didn’t care. His world was crumbling and he needed to at least make sure one last piece wasn’t completely shattered. The only piece that mattered to him.

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

When he got home, he recognized Midoriya’s car and rushed to the top floor, his home. “DEKU!” He shouted and looked around after bursting through the door, seeing Izuku standing casually dressed in his kitchen with his children in their pajamas. He was holding some food and his kids ran to Bakugou. 

“Daddy!” They smiled and hugged him, as he bent down to hold them back, but his eyes never left Izuku’s. And Izuku’s were just as focused, shooting daggers at him. He deserved it, but he needed her right now. 

“Go to your rooms, bratz.” He chidded and patted their backs as they went off, Izuku tucking one hand in his pocket. They stood in silence and then Bakugou heard it. 

Ururaka’s voice, Momo’s consoling, and his wife’s cries. A part of him was crushed, turned to dust that instant. He was too late. Again. His fists shook by his sides and then raked through his blonde spikey hair.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

“Deku-”

“Just go. Go in there and look at what you did for yourself.” Izuku leaned back against the counter and looked at the ground. “Ochaco and I are taking the kids tonight. They don’t need to see this.” And with that, he headed towards Bakugou’s kid’s rooms. Bakugou couldn’t even speak, his throat was dry. 

And his feet moved towards his bedroom door. His body shuddered, tears already streaming down his eyes. Knocking at the door, Momo was the first to answer. She opened it and stared at him for a second, then moving aside and walking out of the room. 

“Ururaka, let’s go. It’s time.” Momo’s voice was quiet. Bakugou didn’t move as the women brushed past him without a glance, then hearing his kids leaving with the three other pro heroes. 

Once the door shut, he felt empty. It was time to face her. Face his mistakes, and own it. And accept her choice. 

He opened the door a crack and saw his greatest fear.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

She was in a ball on the floor, still as beautiful and perfect as the day they met, but this time, heartbroken and small. Her hair was a knotted mess, clothes stained with tears, hugging her knees to her chest. She was holding something, but he couldn’t make it out in the dark. 

He made small steps towards her and got on his knees before her, just grabbing her and holding her close. He didn’t know if he would ever get to again. 

This battered room I've seen before The broken bones they heal no more, no more With my last breath I'm choking Will this ever end? I'm hoping My world is over one more time

“I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry…” He whispered over and over and over, her whimpering the only other sound. A moment of this and then her cries roared, like she was being tortured, and he flinched. His own tears were blurring everything for him, but he wasn’t going to stop trying. Not now, not ever. “Please, baby… please. I love you, I swear, I was just distracted and I couldn’t get to you, and I was guilty about Midoriya and I just wanted to get home and see you, but then she walked it and I lost it, I lost it-” He was rambling, much like that damn nerd, but not about quirks, about his own fucking mistakes. 

A crack sounded out through the room, echoing off the walls. His face was sore, her hand leaving a red imprint on his cheek. He stared at her and her face was a combination of horrified and sad beyond comparison. He just closed his eyes and sniffled. 

“Do it again.” 

“What?” She whispered. 

“Do it until you feel it’s just. Hit me, kick me, punch me, I don’t care, just don’t- don’t stop loving me.” His eyes went back to hers and her body crumbled under his. Her hands fell against his chest weakly and her eyes closed again, his hands moving to cradle her head.  “I- I can’t…” She answered and Bakugou felt happiness for a split second before her next words ruined it. “I’m trying to… But I can’t.” 

Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

His world was over, nothing mattered, and whoever took that video was going to die.  “C-Carry me to the shower… please… I can’t walk and I just- I just want to-”

“Shhh I got it.” He answered and picked her up as she asked, carrying her to the bathroom and sitting her on the tub. He saw what was in her hands now. It was his tie from their wedding night, and his heart ached again. He began to help her undress, seeing the bags under her eyes and how red and puffy they were from her salty tears, lips dry and split from crying. Her hair looked like she’d run her fingers through a million times, almost painfully so. He hated seeing her like this, not when a month ago, they were planning their ten year anniversary. She was like a doll, so small and fragile right now, porcelain in his big, calloused hands. Her body looked hollowed, like she hadn't eaten yet that day. He stayed quiet, turning on the water and feeling it until it was her comfortable level of warmth.

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

After a moment, he lifted her and let her settle in, moving to let her relax in peace. But something caught his hand, and he looked back down at the fragile woman in the tub. 

“Please… come in with me… I don’t want to be alone right now… I-I don’t have… the strength.” She mumbled and he sucked in a breath, pain surging through his veins. He hated this, but he would do anything she wanted. Forever. 

Removing his shirt, he felt the stress of the day hit him, muscles sore from work and then this all. He moved and took off his pants and underwear, shifting his weight and finally stepping in. He slid her forward slightly to sit her between his legs so he could hold her, cradle her as best he could. 

He felt her lean back and his hands moved to touch her skin, massage the ache she must have been having from sitting on the floor in a ball. He pushed the image away as he focused on kneading the woman’s tension. A comfortable sigh left her and he felt a swell of relief inside of him. This was… good, to say the least. They weren’t fighting, she didn’t hate him, and he was seeming to do almost everything right. He leaned his forehead to her temple and let his eyes close, feeling her reciprocate and nuzzle in closer. 

“Forgive me…” he whispered, “please… I can’t live without you.” 

“Katsuki…” Her voice cracked as she said his name, his hand brushing the wet hair stuck to her face behind her ear. “I want to… I do…” 

“Then I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this, to get you back, to keep you with me…” he answered, the rasp in his voice always soothing her, reminding her who she was talking to. “I love you too much to let myself ruin this…” She nodded at his words and he left a kiss on her temple, where his forehead had been, while a tear rolled down his cheek. 

After a bit of just silence in the bathtub, he got them both out and dry, then helped her change into pajamas and brushed her hair. He’d take care of her, make sure she didn’t do anything for herself. After that, he went to the kitchen and called his office.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home (tears don't fall) Your tears don't fall, they crash around me (conscience calls) Her conscience calls, the guilty to come

“I’m taking two weeks off. Fire the girl, make sure my next assistant is a man. Cancel everything in my calendar for the next few weeks. My phone is going off and it’s not turning back on until I get back. Understood?” 

“Bakugou,” he heard Sero’s voice, then a sigh and Kirirshima in the background, “do what you gotta do man, just don’t fuck it up again.” 

“Get her back, and man up to it, dude. I believe in you.” Kirirshima spoke after the other and there was a second of quiet. 

“Thank you guys. I owe you one for this. Really.” His grip on his cellphone tightened as he spoke and he knew they didn’t know how to react to his sensitive side. Only she did. “I’ve got to go.” He hung up and grabbed water and her favorite snack, chips and ketchup. It was so weird and gross and unnatural to him, but she loved it and he loved it because she loved it.

Going back into the bedroom, he put down the water and the bowl of chips, sitting across from her. 

“You need to eat something.” 

“I’m not hungry.” She whispered. 

“No, you’re depressed because I’m an ass, take one bite and I promise you’ll realize how hungry you are.” One bite turned into three into ten into the bowl, and soon it was empty. He brought it to the kitchen and went back to her, standing next to the bed. “I think- maybe I should sleep in the guest room.” 

“But… I’ll get cold…” she mumbled, “I mean, I just- I haven’t slept alone… in almost ten years…” His heart was jumping with joy. Holy shit, this was good. He nodded and moved to get in next to her. 

“I won’t touch you unless you-“ 

“Shut up, Katsuki.” She finally spoke directly and with volume, “just shut up.” And she pulled him close, head on his chest as she grabbed the light remote and hit a button, putting them in the pitch back darkness. He was stiff, a bit scared to move. His wife had never been a direct person, so gentle with her words and actions, but this made her really toughen up and set him straight. He relaxed and left a hand on her head, petting her hair and soon she was asleep. 

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me (conscience calls) Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

Bakugou didn’t sleep at all. He was watching her the whole time, admiring her, praying that this would never end. And when she mumbled his name in her sleep and pulled him tighter to her, he knew. He would do everything for her. There was nothing in this world that could keep him from her, and he would make damn sure of that forever more. 

[alythekitten]

Music art of July!

Can't stop the feeling by Justin Timberlake ~

Consider joining my Patreon for suggestions and votes in the Playlist art!!!

[gillotto]

I made a bkdk playlist because I have horrendous brainrot for them rn, check it out if you wanna headbang and think about them kissing w/ me

[peachsukii]

i got locked out of my old spotify account, so here's a new & updated version of bakugo's playlist! 🧡 also available on his masterlist.

💥 dynamight 🔥 - a katsuki bakugo playlist

i made a playlist dedicated to our favorite explosive son of a bitch cause i love him too much. it's full of things i think he'd either listen to or songs that give off his vibe from my personal music library.

share your character playlists, or let this inspire you to make one!! i'd love to explore everyone's different tastes and perspectives! 🧡

also, kat would totally be a quiet swiftie, no one can fight me on this fact. he'd be bopping to bad blood (TV) on repeat while at the gym

[lunejump]

hello again bkdk nation

[earphone-jacks]

Been a while since I posted my MHA music headcanons but I finally got really into making playlists for them and I'm proud of these two in particular so far :D

[summercreolefanfictioner]

is it still kacchako week or am i too late already? hmmm might as well share a new playlist tho (if you have suggested songs, pls lemme know)

kacchako slowburn vibes

"white roses mean i'm the one for you"

"Ochako."

She didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to face this gnawing truth after everything she did to bury it ever since their third year in UA. Izuku was right when he confirmed it to her years ago, but there was no way she was going to admit it out loud. It might cost her sanity, depending on the outcome.

So she ran away, with Katsuki's heart in her hands because he gave them to her a long time ago.

"Ochako..." His voice was a lot softer, gentler, a complete contrast to his sharp features and unruly behavior. She could feel herself crying at the intensity of them. "Please..."

When she reached the balcony, she knew that her only option was to touch her face with both hands and fly to God knows wherw Bakugou Katsuki won't be able to follow her. I can't take this anymore. This is too much for my heart to bear. She was just about to do that when he suddenly grabbed her wrists, reaching her just in time before she could slip from his fingers again.

"Ochako--"

"... Why?" she bellowed, frustration slowly rising in her tone along with her defeat because she couldn't escape him. Izuku had always told her Katsuki will come back for her even if she ran away from him multiple times.

"'Why?', you ask?" he repeated for her, observing how she was pained enough to look away from him.

He didn't want to scare her, so he opted for leaning towards her with a few inches of space between them, whispering hotly in her ear. She could get a faint scent of burnt caramel in him when he asked:

"Are you hurting that much because of my feelings for you?"

That startled her, looking up at him to see how he was struggling with all this chasing around for 6 to 7 years. Bakugou Katsuki wasn't a patient man. Whenever he doesn't get what he wanted, he'd do anything to have them in a span of seconds or force the shit out of it. But Uraraka Ochako was a different story. For her, he'll be a saint. He'll be a good man. He'll be patient enough to wait until she's ready to accept her feelings.

Even if it meant going mad at this whole affair.

"Are you scared of what they'll say about you?" he asked a different question. After all, Uravity has a cute and kind image and DynaMight wasn't exactly complimenting it with his unruly nature. What would her supporters say about her if they find out?

Ochako was only silent, overwhelmed by a lot of things, and her mind could only tell her, "I want him. I've wanted him for so long. I've needed him so bad it hurts."

"Do you want me to go?" he asked his final question. Katsuki had to lay all his cards right there, because he had to say his truth. This was endless, and it had to stop or he'll explode.

Ochako could feel him slipping away, his hands letting go of her wrists as he walked back to the hall to join the others. Before he could do so, she ran towards him in fear. He can't disappear despite everything. This was a separation she wouldn't allow.

Katsuki felt her hands on his arm and the next thing, they were both floating mid-air, the desperation and anxiety mixed on her face was evident. He had never seen her make that face before, not especially for him. And when she leaned towards him, he gladly accepted her lips in a soft, searing kiss.

They were officially gone.

[fluffyspaceshark]

I'm so dumb.

How dumb you ask?

I spent the entire morning doing some dumb song fic thing for Katsuki Bakugou and an original character I've been developing. Basing it around Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist.

Yeah. I wrote 9 fucking chapters of it before stopping. A freaking song in each one.

Dumb.

I am dumb.

[loverln]

songs that remind me of izuku midoriya EXCEPT it’s also bkdk coded!!

drop songs that remind you of him/them and i’ll listen and maybe add them :)))

joint bkdk playlist anyone?

[katszzzz]

heres a bakugo playlist for my baku lovers <33