It has been a while since I sent you anything but I think it’s time for a reminder that you’re amazing, talented and stunning and I love seeing you on my dash
It has been a while since I sent you anything but I think it’s time for a reminder that you’re amazing, talented and stunning and I love seeing you on my dash
Posting my entry for @mythos-blogs' first ever collab with the theme Movie AU: Titanic
Touya "Dabi" Todoroki
Another writing collab with my lovely friend, @lovemeian!! 💕 Check out her writing pieces, especially the Haikyuu ones!! She's one of the writers I highly recommend in Tumblr💕
I feel like Yamato has never really understood Team 7′s obsession with wanting Sasuke back in their lives and honestly… Can you blame him? This was their first encounter.
Art by pennybear, sharable by artist under Creative Commons BY-NC-ND-2.5
The artist was puzzling about how Yamato and Kakashi could possibly be so light at their heights and builds, pointing out that Yamato’s listed height and weight is not far off from skinny actress Fan Bingbing. Watch, for example, the Olympic Taekwondo matches for the 58kg category and there’s no way that Yamato could be that light, in my opinion.
No matter what weight he is, everyone can agree that Yamato lets Kakashi lead him around by his wooden nose…
▷II HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU'RE INSECURE ABOUT YOUR SCARS
♯ ft. atsumu, kageyama, akaashi, suna, bokuto, hinata, mattsun
♯ warnings. scars, the words 'mark' and 'inscribed' are used, suggestive in mattsun's.
𝄢 ATSUMU thinks your scars are incredibly cool. it doesn’t matter how you got them, but the way they mark you? he loves it. they’re badass, twisting around your soft skin. he’ll show them off if you’re comfortable with it. “look at it-,” atsumu nudges osamu, tracing the lines on your skin, “-y/n is so cool!”
𝄢 KAGEYAMA is confused when you comment on how you hate your scars. your feelings are valid to him, of course, but he just doesn’t understand. why would you hate your scars, or for that matter, anything about yourself? he tilts his head in confusion, blinking his eyes, “huh?,” he’s having a hard time figuring out how a few lines can tarnish your beauty.
𝄢 AKAASHI tries to make you look at yourself from his point of view. your scars are so much more than simple lines, they’re stories, stars, scrolls that pen your way in history. to him they aren’t just inscribed on your skin, but in his heart. he traces them softly, pressing a kiss now and then. “you’re alluring,” he tells you, and hopes one day you'll believe him.
𝄢 SUNA has never payed much attention to your scars anyway. to be very honest, he's almost forgotten they exist. when you point out your scars, he raises an eyebrow, ruffling your hair, "oh," is all he says, "what about them?" he refuses to believe they hold importance, nor will he let you.
𝄢 BOKUTO adores every part of you. why would your scars be any different? when he says he's in love with you, he means he's in love with every bit. "but i think they're cute!," he pouts at you, peppering kisses all over your scars, "my baby looks pretty every way." it pains him more than it pains you, to see you fret over them.
𝄢 HINATA compares his scars to yours. they may be caused by whatever, games, small injuries, papercuts, but you both fret over how it used to sting when the wound was open. it makes you feel less alone, in a way. "i've got the same shape on my knee," he grins, holding his hand to yours, "we're matching!"
𝄢 MATTSUN thinks your scars are hot. you always have been, if he's honest, everything seems to look good on you. the scars are no exception. he kisses all over them, his hand on your waist as he speaks against your lips, "i fucking love you," he declares, pushing you back, "you're mine."
warnings: PLEASE PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING, gn!reader, mention of suicidal thoughts/attempt, implied depression, self-deprecating thoughts, angst, comfort!!!
w/c: 2.2k last i checked
a/n: helo this is for @tetsvhoe’s please don’t say you love me collab and also my angst debut (technically if you don’t count the unwritten parts of rftp LOL). uhm this is something that’s very haha vulnerable just because i wrote it when i was in a not-so-hot place. but writing this was like lifting off a weight from my chest and i hope it’s able to have the same effect on you <3
[05:37 PM] you: i had a shit day
[05:37 PM] you: i’m just gonna go to bed, i’ll prob be sleeping by the time you come home
[05:37 PM] you: i’m sorry, i know you wanted to eat dinner together
[05:37 PM] you: i just can’t right now
you’re already cozied up within the blankets by the time his response comes, phone blissfully set on do not disturb. the response comes at six on the dot, just like you knew it would, because osamu always takes breaks at the beginning of every hour.
he’s a man of routine, and you can’t help but think that you keep fucking that up.
that, among other things.
[06:00 PM] osamu: don’t worry about it, i’ll be home soon
[06:00 PM] osamu: sleep well, baby
you awake some hours after, a warm weight draped over your waist, a thumb rubbing circles on your stomach. your back is pulled close to the heat of his chest and his chin is hooked over your shoulder—you feel his quiet breaths against your skin.
he’s still awake. you know that because his exhales are more drawn-out than when he’s sleeping. that’s what he does when he lays next to you—he controls his breathing so that it’s quiet.
he told you once that he does that because he doesn’t want to wake you up with how loud he breathes. you’d laughed at the time, and he’d chimed in with a ‘i’m serious!’
that all seems very far away now. you don’t let the small smile of the memory pull at your lips.
with a rare burst of energy, you rotate your body, unceremoniously shuffling on the bed until you’re facing him. his eyes widen as your eyelashes flutter open.
“hey,” he whispers carefully. delicately. as if he’s too loud, some gust of wind will blow through and slam the window shutters shut, trapping him out.
collaboration with this art by @rokudaddie! resident doctor Katsuki for y’all!! This fic is intended for @konoblog-simps August 2021 Server Collab: College AU, Click here to check our masterlist!
pairing/s: resident doctor!Katsuki Bakugo x Intern!fem reader
wc: 2k || inspired by this art
warnings: college au, quirkless au, 18+ content, tw: 5 year agegap, unprotected sex, choking, minor use of whore & slut, slight degradation, minors please dni, characters are aged up.
Postgraduate internship. You are that close to your dream of finally becoming a physician. Just survive this one year unpaid internship, pass the boards, and finally take your residency.
It was all set.
Your grip on your backpack tightens, facing the vast hospital building of your former dream university. Your face is starting to lose its color while you walk on the hospital grounds. Excitement and nervousness are completely eluding your mind.
You can do this. You’ve done clerkship before; there’s no reason to be afraid, right?
Around 30 minutes passed, and you have met your dutymates. Your literal thick and thin, ups and downs co-interns that’ll help you for all the deckings on the entire year of internship.
Everyone is nice. Co-interns are tolerable, attending physicians are thoughtful, junior and senior nurses are considerate. At the same time, they told you to wait at the common area until the resident doctor in charge comes to meet you and your dutymates.
But you know that the way they said “good luck” is more of a warning. It was never an encouragement, much less of kind words. It was said out of fear & admonitions.
“Ms. L/N, I assume?” The senior nurse says, smiling while she walks toward the door
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She answers with a nod as she looks around the hospital corridors. “Change to your scrubs now. The resident in charge is not a patient person.” She says.
You gave her a kind smile, stood up, and held your backpack.
“I- fuck.. I am so sorry, Ma’am I never-“
“What the fuck is this commotion?” A deep, husky, and angry voice echoed around the common area. In an instant, the room was in a deafening and terrifying silence.
Your eyes remained glued on the floor, staring at your black flats while you tightly held your backpack around your chest, too afraid to look up and too scared to give a glance to that specific someone that immediately established dominance only with the few words he said.
“Who’s this?” The man says, talking with the senior nurse.
“They’re the new interns, Dr. Bakugo.” The nurse whispers. Her voice had a hint of fear while she answered the resident.
Dr. Bakugo. Of course. Katsuki Bakugo. The doctor who ranked 1 in the Physician Licensure Exam 5 years ago.
Rumors has it that he failed most of the interns that went under him. Half of them are either not going back because of the authority and strictness he shows or not being able to march on the stage because they are delayed, as per Dr. Bakugo.
Of all people to be your resident in charge, why does it have to be him?
“You.” He says.
“I said you, stupid intern. What are you wearing?” He repeats, speaking like a commanding officer, and this time, you slowly raise your head, glancing at the blond that is currently glaring at you. You bit your lip. You can’t screw your first day.
Shit. Everyone is wearing their proper scrubs already. You were too engrossed in the little talk with your co-interns that you have actually forgotten to change on your scrubs. How can you be this thoughtless? Senseless and stupid?
You’ve been preparing for this day, and you can’t afford to fuck it up.
“Dr. I- I’m so sorry. I was being senseless on the time-”
“You don’t have to state the obvious, you senseless stupid intern” He says with conviction. His words hurt like hell, but he isn’t entirely wrong.
How could you not think of the dress code upon internship? It’s plain stupidity.
“I- I’m sorry, doc. It won’t happen again.” You say, eyeing Bakugo with a clearer view. You have no time to cry on your first day. You know that you are gonna hear words far worse than this. You might as well face it head-on.
“Fierce.”
The blond smirked, closing the notebook that contained every intern’s biodata. The way his muscles flexed underneath the long white coat and the way the blue scrubs looked extra better on him suddenly feels like you’re in a lucid dream.
His fingers now rests on his chin as he observes you head to toe. Katsuki couldn’t deny and swears to himself how captivated he is on your outfit. It’s just a petty corporate attire. Why does it look so good on you? he constantly wonders, temporarily thinking that if this was the so-called-being driven by the dream of making it into a man’s world. It was as if testing every bit of his patience and the remaining amount of integrity he has.
You are his intern. He mentally says with conviction. His intern.
“Katsuki Bakugo. UA Medical School graduate. 5th and last year of my otolaryngology residency, and I’m going to be in charge of y’all stupid interns.” He introduced, and everyone starts to exchange their greetings. However, you remained silent. The crimson-eyed man is still staring at you with an evident smirk on his face.
“This senior nurse will help you in the ER, I had your rounds schedule, and everyone is to start right away. I’m not going to monitor each of your stupid asses. You came here to practice medicine, so do not ever ask me stupid questions that you are expected to know because you will never get a proper answer from me.” Bakugo instructed
“Get your asses moving!”
Everyone is quick to move, except you, who still needs to change on your scrubs. They basically followed the senior nurse, leaving you and Katsuki in the common room alone.
Shivers went through your spine when he closed the door. Agonizingly staring at your senior resident coming closer in your direction with the classic smirk on his face.
You cannot even deny how seemingly allured you are on the way he wore his hospital uniform.
It’s just scrubs. But for Katsuki, it looked extra bewildering, almost seducing if you could say so. He definitely looked great in his blues.
Hung loose on his torso, tight on his arms, and the way his muscles flex underneath the long white coat and the upper garment is entirely bewitching. Your eyes traced his loose pants. Nasty and sexy thoughts are slowly taking over from the thick sensation growing on the four corners of the room.
His fingers traced your chin while he lifts your face to meet his crimson glowing orbs. “Eyes up, intern.” He says.
You feel like there’s a lump in your throat. Words are suddenly hard to construct while his unbelievably well-defined jaw traced around your face. Almost as if you do not want to disobey him.
What is happening?
“Are you aware of what you did today, L/n, Y/n?”
His words themselves are seduction.
Katsuki’s other hand snaked on your waist, pulling you closer onto his body while he completely pinned you by the wall. The lingering feeling of wanting to own you overtakes his rational and conscious thoughts. At this point, he just wants to own you. His intern.
Unprofessional as it may seem, but it’s hard to resist him anymore, especially when he eyes your taffeta skirt with lust-filled gazes, slowly tracing it while he starts to unzip your corporate attire.
“Doc-”
He kissed your jaw before one of his hands went to hold your throat. His orbs and voice are filled with mixtures of lust and astonishment. The blond never even gave you enough time to react when another whimper escapes your mouth while you struggle against his firm grip.
“Katsuki.” He says.
“You’re going to call me Katsuki while I punish a senseless intern like you.” He finishes as he fully unzipped your skirt, reaching for your swollen and wet nubs. It’s completely wrong, but it feels so good.
The unexpected hunger and desire starts to kick in your system, slowly wanting to give in to his touch. Katsuki massaged your slit, still making sure he’s restraining your moans with limited breath.
“Look at you, so wet for me. I barely touched you.”
“Katsu-” His hands tightened around your throat, legs spreading your thighs to have more access on your damped core.
“Senseless interns like you should be fucked senselessly.” He groans. Kissing your neck and giving hard bites around your collarbone. As much as you wanted to relax, your body does the complete opposite.
“Katsuki… They-”
“Won’t find out. I’m not as stupid and futile as you.” He growls, adding pressure on your damped pussy while he pushed aside your underwear.
You moaned louder this time, completely giving in while Katsuki lets go of your throat, untying the hem of his scrubs that revealed his hardened shaft, all oozing with pre cum. He let out a victorious smirk while he stroked it up and down, slowly grinding on your folds in a frustratingly slow manner.
“Katsuki, please-”
“Begging too soon? Aren’t we a greedy intern?” He whispers as he began to thrust without hesitation. Alongside his firm and hard manipulations, he starts to squeeze and kneed your ass, massage and tease your swollen nubs while he continues to push and hit your sensitive spot.
“Please, Katsu I.. ah-!” Euphoria and ecstasy took over your body while he supports your right leg and starts to pound faster. It's embarrassing. The way your cum dripped down on your thighs while he continues to fuck you senselessly proves how needy you are for him.
“My intern loves to be treated like a whore.”
Your hands clutched on his white coat. Your folds felt the burn and desire; lust entirely incapacitates your aware and sensible thoughts.
“You’re gonna cum? Not yet, little slut” He commands while his fingers skillfully finds your clit, and with unbearable pleasure, he starts to rub it in a circular motion.
“Please-” You say. Sweat dripping down the side of your face as the blond kissed your earlobes, letting out low grunts and groans while his pace starts to become sloppy.
“Such tight pussy. So greedy. You’re clenching around my cock.” He whispers, your chest inadvertently presses against his scrubs while your own orgasm slowly reaches its climax.
“Fuck, Katsuki!” You almost scream, Bakugo completely dominating the rhythm of your sex while his cock pulsated inside your clenching and sensitive cunt. Guttural moans escaped your lips, and your legs trembled while he let out a proud smirk.
“C’mon, insufferable intern, I know you better than that. One more.” He demands, thrusting and slamming hard while Katsuki prepares for his own release. You feel light-headed and all the words leaving your mouth are incoherent as you hear his erratic moans and praise.
Wave after wave of orgasm, your body stilled and hummed while hot velvets in your cunt start to drip on your legs. It’s suddenly silent. Everything that happened may affect your internship, and in an instant, you can be kicked out of the hospital and shatter your years of hardwork in med school.
Still unaware of the entire event, you took the scrub suit, picked up your skirt, and immediately ran towards the common area’s restroom. The tears you’ve been suppressing fell down on your cheeks.
It’ll be over. You fucked up, literally.
They were mixed signals. You have no slightest idea why one of the most competent resident doctors from the most prestigious university in Japan decided to fuck you like that.
—and you gave in so easily.
Dressing on your scrubs, you sat on the toilet, covering your face while you try to calm yourself. It’s all impossible now. How can you be so unprofessional? How can you give in just like that? You are so easy and gullible. Few minutes of contemplating on your own, the bathroom door opened with a hard kick, his hands now resting on the pockets of his pants, all neat and tidy.
“Stop crying after pleading for my cock. You still have a year to intern under my supervision.” He says while he glanced at your e/c orbs. His usual, collected, strict, and stoic demeanor are now back on its track.
“Do your job well, or you’ll be punished far worse than you expect, insufferable intern.”
This is not fair, I'm supposed to be mad because Katsuki called us stupid and senseless and futile... But since he fucked us, I can't even stay sane now. This is bomb, Se!! I had fun time collaborating with you! ❤️❤️ I'll wait for the Aizawa fic!!
