@rukia-uchiha-98 Hey Honey, I Got My Results.

@rukia-uchiha-98 hey honey, I got my results.

I got „The hero bargains themselves to save others“

"I'm the one you want. Take me instead." Oh damn, the power trip with this one. You're a slut for the whump, angst, and power dynamics.

Ngl, it sounds hot lol.

@wake-uptoreality @lyditheoverthinker what are yours?

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑? ( 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+ )

Homoerotic Swordfights.

The blood, the sweat, the implications. Do they want to kill each other or kiss each other? You probably enjoy this trope because you like it rough, but you don't want to admit it.

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Love the chemistry between them! You’ve outdone yourself ❤️

♡ Under the stars (Akaashi Keiji x f!reader) ♡

Word count: 3.2k Tags: post time-skip, old crushes to lovers, accidental meeting Warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, exterior setting (but still kinda intimate) Summary: A chance encounter reunites you with your friend Akaashi after six years of being apart and old feelings start to bloom a/n: This story was commissioned to me by a friend! Thank you for asking me, I really enjoyed writing it! Masterlist

While you were waiting in line at the coffee shop, your mind wandering aimlessly, your attention was captured by the shirt of the man in front of you. It was a long, elegant grey shirt that pleasantly contrasted with the pitch-black hair of the man.

“Here’s your coffee. Have a nice day!” said the barista while delivering the hot beverage to him.

Soon the man turned back in order to exit the shop, but his gaze met yours for a brief moment and the both of you froze in place.

“Y/n?”  “Keiji?” You both said in unison.

Your movie-like moment was interrupted by the barista. “Would you like to order, miss?”

You ordered your usual coffee distractedly, glancing at Akaashi, hoping he would not leave before exchanging some words, and you weren’t disappointed. He tilted his head toward a small coffee table near him, making it clear he would wait for you there.

Once you finally got your coffee─that short minute had seemed endless─you reached him.

“May I?” you asked politely.

“Of course,” he replied calmly.

You hung your bag on the squared chair and looked at him, a small lump in your throat. “It’s been a while,” you said with a vaguely embarrassed smile.

You hadn’t seen him since your last year of high school, which was... six years ago.

“It’s been a while indeed. I didn’t know you were back in Tokyo.”

“Yes, I got a job transfer last Winter. I’ve missed this city.” When you finished replying, you took a sip of your hot coffee and breathed out slowly.

“I see.” Akaashi did the same.

“Did you eventually manage to enter the literature department as you wanted?” you asked and then fixed a loose strand of hair that had fallen from your bun.

Akaashi’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. “No, I work as an editor for a shonen manga magazine at the moment.”

You smiled. “That seems exciting! I didn’t even know you liked manga.”

The conversation went on naturally for a while as you both talked about your jobs, your past experiences and the fact that you never had enough time for your hobbies.

As you distractedly looked at your watch, you suddenly realised that you were on your lunch break and that it was time to start going back, but you had something to say before that.

“I…” you started saying while alternating glances between Akaashi and the cup of coffee in front of you, “I was a bit sad that you never wrote to me after I gave you my number on the last day of school.” It had taken you a lot of courage to say that but after all these years you were still curious about why he had never contacted you.

You had gotten along very well during high school and for a moment you had thought that something might have even bloomed if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were moving to another city in order to attend your chosen university. But his message had never come.

When you managed to raise your gaze and you looked at Akaashi’s beautiful gunmetal blue eyes, you could see that there was a slight hint of surprise in his gaze. “But I did write to you,” he said simply.

“You did?” you asked in astonishment, “I’ve never received anything. Are you sure?”

He took out his phone. “Yes, I still have your number on my SIM. Look.” After some seconds, he gave you his phone and your contact was indeed there.

You stared at it for a moment and then made a frustrated chortle. “The last number is 8, not 5.”

Akaashi took his phone back and stared at it for several seconds. “So I wrote to a random person, uh?”

You grinned. “Well, at least now I know that you wrote. I thought you didn’t want to keep in touch. But why didn’t you try writing again or something?”

Akaashi, as serious as usual, looked at you, resigned. “I thought you were busy and…” He didn’t finish his sentence.

After six years you had both discovered that the lack of contact between you had been due to a simple typing mistake. That meant… What did that mean? It’s been six years, I can’t expect things to restart from when they stopped… 

While you were lost in thought, Akaashi stood up. “I have to go back to work now, but I’d like to talk some more to you,” he said naturally.

“Y-yes, me too,” you replied, suddenly shy, and stood up, grabbing your bag and the empty cup of coffee.

“Wait, let me check something first.” Akaashi tapped his phone for a while and a moment later your phone rang.

When you took it out of the bag, you saw an unknown number calling and looked at him with a smile. “Is it you?”

Akaashi nodded. “Now I’m sure I have the correct number and you have mine too,” he paused for a moment, “Are you free this evening?”

You looked to your left, trying to remember your schedule. “Yes. I’ll finish work at seven.”

Akaashi looked at his phone again for a while. “Here,” he said while putting away his phone.

Your phone rang again and you opened a message with a GPS location.

“This is where I live. If you don’t feel too tired after work, feel free to pass by. I can grab something to eat before going home.”

You wondered what your face was saying at that moment because surely your mind was all over the place. Not only had you just met your high school crush after six long years, but he was as stunning as ever, his calm aura making you feel comfortable and serene, and he hadn’t forgotten about you. To make it even weirder, he had just invited you to his place too.

~

After a not so productive afternoon─the earlier meeting with your long lost friend had taken all your attention─you finally finished work and took the train to reach Akaashi’s house. It wasn’t far and soon you found yourself in front of a little house’s door, hesitating, with your finger hovering close to the doorbell. Come on, it’s just dinner.

You pressed the little button and a ding dong echoed behind the door. A few moments later,  Akaashi appeared in all his splendour. “You made it,” he said with a faint but sweet smile. Just looking at his face made your heart skip a beat.

“Sorry to intrude,” you said while entering his home and taking off your shoes.

He soon led you to the kitchen, where a box of onigiri and other tasty foods were lying on the counter, and you took a seat on one of the stools.

“This tastes so good,” you said after swallowing a mouthful of rice.

“Yeah. I know a good place,” Akaashi replied while he calmly ate his food. You loved to watch him eat. He was methodic and serene, never too fast, never too slow. You had noticed it in the school canteen and now you were reminded of it once again. To be fair, everything Akaashi did was done that way. He wasn’t the type to get all hyped or loud, but he wasn’t exactly shy either; he was very smart and witty, but never arrogant. He had a perfect and almost surreal balance of qualities that made you like him with every fibre of your soul.

You could talk with him about everything, no limits applied. Even your field of work–art history–which was boring to almost everyone, seemed to interest him and the two of you talked about it all dinner, inserting some high school memories every now and then, like that time in which Bokuto had tried to tackle you out of nowhere and you had ducked so fast he had gone crashing against the wall.

“That was... hilarious,” said Akaashi, chuckling slightly, a hint of guilt visible on his face for saying such a thing.

“I know! I felt bad but I couldn’t stop laughing,” you replied, tears almost falling down your eyes due to your laughing.

You realised that dinner had been over since at least an hour ago–time flows fast when one has fun–and you stood up, taking yours and Akaashi’s plate in order to wash them, but he grabbed your wrist delicately. “Don’t. I’ll think about these later.”

As you let the plates go, he moved away from the kitchen without releasing your wrist and led you toward a small garden situated at the back of the house. It was covered in pleasantly green grass and small white flowers, and the fences were dressed in a rampant plant that made the place look like a secret and magical place far away from the city.

“It’s so pretty,” you said with shiny eyes.

Akaashi let your wrist go and picked one of the small flowers. Then he came close to you and tucked it among your curly hair. “You are pretty,” he said then, looking closely at you.

Your mouth opened in a silent gasp as Akaashi leaned forward a bit more, his gaze fixed on you. It was your time to make a move now.

And so you did. You gathered all the courage you had in your body and placed your lips on his in a sweet, soft kiss.

When you were about to move away, Akaashi enveloped you with his arms and kept you close, kissing you once again.

Time stopped. You couldn’t feel the breeze brushing against your skin, you couldn’t hear the horn of a car nearby, you only felt Akaashi’s lips on yours. They were soft, delicate, and curious. He was kissing you slowly, like an explorer entering an unknown cave for the first time. His hands pressed against your back lightly, keeping you close.

You could feel butterflies in your stomach, a sensation long forgotten, and you couldn’t have felt happier.

Akaashi finally let go and looked at you with an enigmatic expression. “Do you want to lie down a bit?” he looked at the firmament, “The sky is particularly clear tonight.”

You looked at him, then at the turf under you, then back at him. “Sure.” A calm and happy smile was on your face.

You both laid down on the grass, a pleasant sensation of freshness tickling your necks and arms on that warm summer night. You were standing quite close, with your shoulders touching each other, but it wasn’t enough for Akaashi. He raised his torso and turned so that his head was now lying on your stomach.

“Tell me if I’m too heavy,” he said, his voice vaguely shy.

You didn’t reply by words but soon started stroking his soft, black hair while you looked at the small twinkling stars above.

Akaashi silently hummed in approval and you felt a tiny shiver run along the arm you were caressing him with.

You stayed like that for quite some time, partly talking, mostly in silence, a sense of peace permeating you both and the gentle breeze accompanying every moment.

Suddenly, Akaashi raised himself, placing his left arm on your right so that he could stand over you. His eyes were locked with yours and you could feel his gaze examining every detail of your face with a sweetness that you had never seen before in your life.

“It’s strange, you know? So much time has passed but I feel like it was yesterday that we ate together in school and that you came to see some of my training sessions.” He sighed. “It feels like it was yesterday when I looked at you while you were busy studying, trying to find the courage to ask you out.”

Your face contracted in an expression of incredulity. “Are you serious? You wanted to ask me out?” You had always wanted for him to ask you out, but he never did, so in the end, you thought he only thought of you as a friend.

Akaashi gazed at you like you had asked a very silly question. “Of course, I wanted to. But it never seemed like the right moment, especially since it was very rare to be alone with you, and, before I knew it, high school had ended.” Akaashi’s brows furrowed lightly and you could almost feel his regret.

You smiled sweetly at him. “But now we’re here,” you said, caressing his hair.

Akaashi’s expression relaxed, his face now beautifully serene, and he cupped your cheek with his right hand, getting close to you.

Soft, small kisses showered on you like fresh raindrops during a Summer storm and you felt a sense of pure bliss, your body tensing and relaxing at the same time.

It was maybe because of this relaxation that you were completely caught by surprise when you felt Akaashi’s tongue brush on your upper lip. Your breath broke for an instant and your lips disclosed, letting Akaashi push his tongue between them. With every passing moment, your kisses gained warmth, your head emptying completely and your body pleasantly tensing up in response.

It wasn’t long before Akaashi changed position, putting himself over you, his legs alternated with yours, his right hand now caressing your shoulder gently. His lips had made you forget every uncertainty and you soon found yourself biting his lower lip delicately, making him wince a little and giving the start to the wandering of his hand.

While you hooked your arms around his neck, in fact, Akaashi started touching you more and more, until his hand was under both your shirt and your bra and you were moaning softly at the touch of his fingers around your nipple.

Your kisses had become faster and sloppier and your breathing was excited. “I,” Akaashi started before giving you another kiss, “I’d really like to touch you more.”

You didn’t know exactly what he meant, but you trusted him, so you simply nodded and kissed him again, now curious about what was about to happen.

A moment later, you found yourself being grateful that you were wearing a skirt that day because Akaashi’s long fingers were now all over your thighs and he was touching your soft skin as if it was an extremely precious gem. His lips were now tickling your neck with warm kisses and soon sugary moans left your mouth as the man started trailing a couple of fingers along your core with only your panties separating him from your bare skin.

You were getting wet and you could feel it well. You thought that Akaashi must have felt it too because when he touched you his breathing stopped for a moment.

You unhooked your arms and started unbuttoning Akaashi’s shirt, soon starting to touch his slim, smooth chest. He inserted his hand under your panties, sliding his fingers directly along your wet folds, teasing you shortly before starting to focus on your clit. You had to bite your lip in order to avoid moaning out loud.

The idea of being outside crossed your mind for a moment but it was soon swept away when Akaashi started kissing you again, his member pressing on your thigh through his pants.

“Ke-Keiji…” you said, “Take off your pants.”

Akaashi didn’t need to be told twice. He moved his fingers away from you and took off his trousers, but when he looked at your aroused face he decided to lower his boxers too, making you bite your lip at the sight of his erection.

He hovered over you once again, his eyes intensely locked on you. “Can I?” he said in a soft voice.

“Yes,” you replied as you helped him raise your skirt a bit more and take off your panties, letting them hook on one of your ankles.

Akaashi then asked for confirmation one last time with his gaze and as you nodded he started rubbing the tip of his cock on the entrance of your core.

He is so hot. You wanted him inside you as you had wanted nothing else before in your life and your eyes got lost in the entirety of Akaashi’s body. You adored every single inch of him, from his lean body to his charming face.

He slowly pushed his member inside of you, finding a bit of resistance due to the lack of preparation and making your breathing laboured. He grunted almost imperceptibly as he went deeper, adding that solicitation to the physical one. After a moment of stillness in which he had let you adjust, he started moving. His movements were slow and helped you transform the pain you were feeling into sweet pleasure. Then he started thrusting a bit faster. You tried to hold back your moans as much as you could but there was a limit to the self-control you could muster as the wonderful man sank into you over and over again.

Your eyes, before closed, opened up to enjoy the beautiful view that unfolded in front of you and soon met Akaashi’s. His expression was beautiful and filled with pleasure as he quickened the pace once more.

At a certain point, you thought he might have been about to come, but he quickly pulled off and sat on his pants, which were lying on the grass, grabbing your wrist and making you sit on him. He moved your shirt and bra up your body, releasing your breasts once again and then put his hand on your hips, helping you lower yourself on him. Feeling his member filling you again, and in this position you could feel it even deeper, made you breathe shakily and that shaking only increased as Akaashi started moving too. You soon managed to fall into a pleasant rhythm. With every bounce of your body, the pleasure rose and when Akaashi took one of your nipples between his lips your resolution to remain quiet shattered with a series of soft moans.

Your breathing became laboured once again and so did Akaashi’s. You had to put a hand on your mouth to try and stop your moans that were now becoming louder and louder. You enjoyed Akaashi’s thrusts in you, feeling the hotness in your core rise and your walls tighten as you reached your orgasm. Your voice, your breasts brushing him, your inner walls clenching on him, all this made Akaashi reach his peak too and he quickly moved you aside as he released his arousal, his brows furrowed in a beautiful expression of pleasure.

You gazed at him and chuckled softly.

Akaashi looked at you with a curious and perplexed face. “Why are you laughing?”

You smiled softly. “Well, it took me six years, but I’ve finally been with the prettiest setter I’ve ever laid my eyes on…” You chuckled again.

Akaashi made a serious expression. “If I had known you really liked me we wouldn’t have needed to wait six years.”

You leaned closer and placed a honey kiss on his lips. “IFs are useless, let’s enjoy our present.”

At that point, the dark-haired man wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight. “You are right. I want to enjoy my present every day from now on.” As he said that, he gave you a kiss on the cheek and hugged you a little bit tighter.

Rintarō Suna x Reader “Just breathe”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @lyditheoverthinker

Genre: fluff and smut

Words: 1800

The apartment is silent. The couple of six years have been giving each other the cold shoulder for about three days now. Giving each other snappy answers, briefly reacting to what the other has to say and no kisses or touches have been shared between you two.

It all started when you got your period in the morning three days ago, the pain and your low energy matching your moodiness. Suna knows he should always watch what he says and does during that time, but to be honest, he had quite a shitty day as well.

Shitty blocks, lots of yelling from the coach and twisting his ankle in a bad way have completely ruined the Middle Blocker’s day at practice. He just wanted to get home to you, hug you tight and you whispering comfort in his ear that everything is going to be okay was all he wanted. Instead, as soon as he stepped through the front door of your apartment he could already tell something was up with you. You were standing in the kitchen and you didn’t even greet Suna when he appeared in your vision. He sees that you have a grumpy look on your beautiful face, which already brings his bad mood even more down.

So he can’t believe he dares to ask what’s wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”, you snap at him.

Suna huffs out an annoyed sigh and just leaves the kitchen to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

You continue to make dinner for you and Suna and your cramps are killing you. Turning down the heat a little bit, you walk towards your bathroom and you can hear the sound of the shower running.

Entering the bathroom, the steam hits you immediately and you open up the cabinet to take some Paracetamol to hopefully relieve your pain level a little bit.

The brown-haired pro volleyball player exits the shower and sees you taking some pain meds. Grabbing a fluffy towel from the heater against the wall he wraps it around his waist.

“Baby, why are you taking Paracetamol? Are you okay?”, your boyfriend asks worryingly while drying his hair with a smaller towel.

“No, obviously I am not fine, otherwise I wouldn’t be taking this.” Popping two pills into your hand, you make your way back to the kitchen.

Fed up with your attitude, he now reaches his limit and snaps back.

“Okay, you know what? Fine. Be that way. I was just trying to help.” He calls after you.

Hearing that, you can feel your frustration rising, making your blood boil in anger.

“Great help stating the obvious Rintarō. I feel so much better already.”, spitting venom at him, you only add fuel to the fire.

“What is your problem woman? Did I do anything to upset you?” He frantically asks, quickly pulling a fresh shirt over his toned body as he rejoins you in the kitchen.

As you drain the ramen noodles from the water in the pot, you decide to ignore him.

“(Y/N)! You’re gonna give me an answer or??”

“I am not in the mood Rin! Would you just leave me alone and freaking drop it?!”

Suna gives you one last look before scoffing and shaking his head at your childish behavior.

“When you are done being a childish brat, I am ready to talk.” Grabbing his phone he lays down on the couch and puts on American Horror Story. Opening his phone, he opens TikTok and watches some videos to try to calm himself down.

You finish making dinner, but don’t call your boyfriend over. Taking your bowl to the small table near the living room you sit down and start eating alone.

‘Screw him. He can make his own dinner.’, you think to yourself while angrily stabbing the poor chicken in your Ramen bowl before putting it in your mouth.

You hear the distant noise of the TV in the living room but don’t join him.

And this is how it’s been going on for the last two days. You both come home, don’t talk to each other, and don’t eat together but still go to bed together with a great distance between your bodies. Too stubborn to talk to each other, neither of you wants to start to apologize even though it’s you who started it in the first place.

And now. Here you both are.

Still no talking, just passive aggressiveness remaining in the air.

It’s Saturday and both you and Suna have this weekend off. Suna has been forced to take leave because of his bad performance lately at practice and was told not to show his face until he grew some balls and talked things out with you.

Suna is currently sitting in front of your shared couch on the floor, playing Insurgency on his PS4.

A frown decorates his face as he watches you wipe down the entertainment system, constantly blocking his view from the TV.

“Could you maybe do that later? I am trying to focus on the game.” His first words to you, after not talking for three days.

“No.”, you simply say, continuing to wipe off the dust.

Suna inhales deeply because his patience has run out.

He gets up and walks in your direction with quick steps.

You turn around and glare up at his towering figure, not being intimidated by his height in the slightest.

“You want to say that again you little brat?”, he whispers in a dangerous tone as he leans in a little bit, his warm breath hitting your face.

You lean closer to him, lips now only inches apart.

“Want me to spell it out for you? I said NO. N-O.” Your form reminds Suna of a rattlesnake. It’s like he can almost hear your tail rattling in anger, ready to put your fangs into your enemy.

Instead of your fangs, you close the gap between the two of you, clashing your mouth angrily and with force against his.

Tongues battling for dominance, Suna easily wins it.

Your hands travel up to his short, dark-brown hair, harshly tugging on it, as your fingers thread through his thick locks.

Completely enraptured in pleasure, your frustrations begin to falter and Suna moans heavily into your mouth when he feels your nails scratching the skin on his head.

The Middle Blocker‘s hands forcefully grab your hips pulling you back and you can only follow him blindly while still having his tongue down your throat.

Turning you around quickly, he pushes you against the hallway wall in a haste, almost knocking out the air in your lungs with the amount of force your boyfriend uses against you.

Your arms wrap around his strong neck and pull yourself up a little bit to rub your front against his.

Both of you break apart for some air, and a string of saliva connects your wet lips.

Suna‘s grayish-yellow lust-blown eyes meet your own, breathing heavily as he stares down at you.

He smirks cockily, grinding his hips against your own, making you gasp.

Nuzzling his face into your tender neck, he places hot kisses down your neck, gently biting it in between. Grabbing his shoulders in anticipation, you try to pull him closer to you.

“Guess I‘ll have to show you how a good girl should behave.“ He purrs into your neck, kissing it softly.

You grin at his words, fingers finding his face and you drag him up again to look at you.

His eyes follow your tongue as you lick your lips, turning him on even more.

“Then you better put on your best performance.“

Suna‘s eyes widen at your demand, shining in an exciting gleam.

Lifting you, like you weigh nothing, he makes his way toward your shared bedroom.

Entering it, he closes the door with the back of his foot and drops you on the bed, letting the magic happen.

Spoiler alert, you end up winning this fight.

~ Five steamy rounds later ~

Suna thrusts into you one last time, before reaching his limit, filling you up with his cum.

His head is spinning, sweat is dripping down his face and he groans loudly in pleasure.

Suna is not going to lie, his body feels beyond exhaustion, like he worked out for 5 hours straight.

Panting heavily he drops beside you with a huff, trying to catch his breath.

“Just breathe, it’s not that hard.“ You tease him as your hand lays on his naked glistening chest.

Feeling each breath he takes, you feel proud for tiring your lover out.

Sharp eyes snapping to you, he glares at you in disbelief, still trying to catch his breath.

“Easy for you to say.“ He starts.

“You‘re not the one who just worked his ass off five times.“

Giggling at his answer, you lay your upper body over his, making him grunt. Nonetheless, he wraps his arm around your body to pull you closer to him.

You put your head over his chest, right above his heart and you can hear his fast heartbeat slowing down.

Fingers tracing little circles on his toned abdomen, you look at his face.

His eyes are closed and you can feel him relax by your touch.

“Rin?“ You whisper.

“Hm?“ He replies, while still having his eyes closed.

“I am sorry for my behavior.“ You apologize.

He lazily opens one of his eyes to gaze at you with a raised thin eyebrow of his.

All of sudden, he starts to sit up, making you frown in confusion by his action. Moving off of him, you continue to watch him.

He bends down to the side of the bed to reach his neglected shorts, to pull out his phone out of his pocket.

Still very confused, you watch him as he lays back down next to you again and unlocks his phone.

Holding it near you, you can see he has his voice recorder app on.

“Please repeat what you just said.“ While glancing at you with teasing eyes and mischievous smile.

You just stare at him for a few seconds, blindly reaching for a pillow and you start hitting him with it.

Suna starts laughing loudly, easily blocking your hits.

Come on, he does it professionally every day.

You’re both glad though, you made peace in the most easy way, letting your frustrations out during sex.

Nail and bite marks cover you and your boyfriend’s skins, limbs are heavy and you don’t even want to start with the amount of hickeys decorating your neck, breasts and thighs.

Six years are a long time to be together and even with the most petty fights, you both always manage to come back to each other, giving a 100% into your relationship and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Haikyuu!! Headcannon #2

- Osamu Miya, KIYOOMI SAKUSA, Tobio Kageyama, KEI TSUKISHIMA, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Takanobu Aone, Kentarō Kyōtani, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shinsuke Kita

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@lyditheoverthinker @rukia-uchiha-98 the pretty baby ❤️

Oikawa Tooru Icons for @toruhajime♥

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A/N: Salut everybody, this work was inspired by a recent tattoo visit of mine lately. Got the idea during the session with my tattoo artist.

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing, my bad writing

words: 2925

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The Room Where It Happens: Tattooartist!Tetsurō Kuroo x f!Reader

Why, just why did you lose that bet?

Stomach grumbling in nervousness, you still hesitate to enter the front door.

Three days ago, you went drinking with your friends and one of your male friends, who is fond of the company of other men, said he can 100% get a phone number from a girl if he tried hard enough.

You, being drunk out of your mind, agreed to the bet.

Then again, all four of your friend group were intoxicated as hell.

So the next morning, you receive a text from your friend, reminding you that you lost the bet like the other two who also bet he wouldn’t be able to do it.

The other two who had lost, had to do something as well.

One of them had to color their hair blue and the other one had to call up their mother, saying they are expecting.

To be honest, it’s completely unfair that you had to do the most difficult one.

You’d rather call your mum and tell her that you got knocked up and listen to her shout at you for the next two weeks than get something tattooed on your skin that will last a lifetime.

The cool breeze of the wind that flows through your hair makes it flow to the side and you take the loose strands and push them back against your ear.

When you stare at the name of the tattoo studio in front of you, you can’t help but chuckle a little bit at the name.

‘Ink = Mc²’

Taking a deep breath, you keep telling yourself that you don’t even have to get something big or visible, just a little something, so your friend will stop spamming you.

Finally taking the big step, you push the door open and the doorbell of the shop chimes with your entrance.

The warm air of the shop makes you feel nice and warm, finally getting away from the cold autumn air from outside.

The distant smell of disinfectant and the rock music playing in the studio is filling your senses, taking away the nervousness a little bit from you.

The shop is wide and spacious, with an unoccupied front desk straight ahead and a little waiting area with two chairs on the left side. Light gray walls on every side of the room.

There are one or two plants in the lower wall corners, giving it a friendly atmosphere.

As you look around, you notice different kinds of tattoo pictures along the walls, some colorful or only black and white, others looking like fine line art style.

You can hear deep voices talking in some of the backrooms, along with the irritating noise of tattoo machines ringing in the back of your brain.

Just the sound of the machines is making your stomach twist in knots again but as you are about to turn around and leave, you hear a loud voice calling out to you, making you freeze in your steps.

“Hey! Can I help you?”, a hospitable voice asks.

Turning around to the voice, you see a very tall muscular guy with white and blackish hair, that’s a little bit spiked up.

Tattoos are covering up his entire arms, some poke out from the neckline of his white shirt and there’s a small one on the side of his neck.

Even with the shirt, you can make some faint outlines of some of the black ink of his tattoos on his chest and stomach.

His wide golden eyes shine with excitement and curiosity.

The artist is kind of hot, you’re not going to deny that fact.

As you are about to answer, another guy, much smaller than the other one, comes around the corner, typing something on his phone as he makes his way to the front desk.

He only has a few tattoos but his brown-blondish hair which is tight together in a messy small bun is the only thing that is colorful about him.

He is completely dressed in black. Black shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers.

Sitting down at the chair behind the front desk, he sits down with a huff and gives you a boring look.

Your gaze goes back to the tall guy with the spiky hair and you finally give him an answer.

“I wanted to get a tattoo today ”, you state.

“Do you have an appointment?” The blonde asks you.

"Uhm, no. I, uh, kind of came here spontaneously.” You explained to them in a shy voice.

They both stare at you for a few seconds, and the one with the spiky hair laughs loudly at your explanation.

You flinch a little bit at his loud laugh but remain silent.

“So you just came in here, with no plan of what to get, deciding to get something that’s going to be on your skin forever?” Bunhead asks you in a slow voice and gives you a critical look.

“That pretty much sums it up, yeah.” Taking in his words, you reply after a moment of thinking.

“Haha! Being bold I see! I like it!” The golden-eyed guy compliments you with a large grin.

You blush a bit at his comment, deciding he is a lot more friendly than the other one.

“Still.” The less friendly guy starts.

“You don’t have an appointment. We go by appointments only.” He squints at you in annoyance, hoping you get the memo and leave.

“Now now Kenma, don’t scare away our customers, just because you’re not in the mood to deal with them.” A third voice jauntily joins the conversation.

Now that’s a supermodel right there. A tall, lean but muscular guy struts in, his stature intimidating your small figure. He is wearing a Nirvana tank top and both of his arms and neck are covered in bursting tattoo colors, making his whole body look like a painting of a professional painter. His raven-black hair looks messy like he just rolled out of bed ten minutes ago. There’s a fringe covering his right eye a little bit. His good looks are giving you a tingling feeling in your stomach, your heart beating fast against your ribcage and you swear you’ve never seen a guy this attractive. It’s almost unreal that two people can make a guy as good-looking as him. After a few moments, a guy with colored hair walks out of the room, stretching his arms above his head, immediately flinching from his arm movement and you’re guessing he is a customer that just got his tattoo done.

The canvas takes a look at his upper arm, admiring the work that has been done on his skin in a wall mirror. It is an octopus holding planets in his arms, a few purple and blue watercolors dancing along his tentacles, making it look like shooting stars are flying around. It is impressive artwork, you have to admit.

The third guy that told ‘Kenma’ off, takes off his black latex gloves and throws them into a trashcan right next to the desk. He grabs the disinfectant bottle on top of the desk and rubs the solution of highly concentrated alcohol over his large hands.

Kenma doesn’t say anything, just glares slightly at the black-haired guy before going back on his phone with a pout.

The canvas turns to his tattoo artist, thanks him a lot for giving him that tattoo with a bright smile, and hands Kenma a couple of bills, before leaving the shop.

“So what’s the problem?” The black-haired guy asks while glancing at you three.

The owl-looking guy takes over for you.

“She randomly wants to get a tattoo but she doesn’t have an appointment.”

“Oh, I see. Well sweetheart, go ahead to the front desk, make an appointment with Kenma, and then we’ll talk about what to get you. Bokuto, you’re done for the day, right? Go home.” He gives you a wink, as he turns to his friend and pats him on the shoulder.

Bokuto beams up at that, running to his tattoo room to finish cleaning up and getting ready to go home.

“Kuroo your next customer just canceled. Something came up according to her.” Kenma shows ‘Kuroo’ the text message on his phone and it makes Kuroo groan in frustration.

He rubs his big hands over his face and exhales deeply.

But suddenly a light bulb pops over his head, quickly turns to you with a dashing smile.

“Since I am free now, I can give you a tattoo after all” Kuroo suggests.

“Oh uh, really? I don’t want to make you stay here longer than necessary.” You worryingly reply, feeling guilty about everything now.

He waves you off dismissively and just tells you to follow him into his room, where the art and magic of tattooing happens, according to him.

“See you tomorrow Kuroo! Gotta pick up my girlfriend from work! Bye Kenma!” Bokuto shouts over his shoulder as he puts on his dark blue jacket along with a black beanie.

“Bye.” Kenma retorts in a quiet voice, keeping his eyes on his phone, as you pass the desk to follow Kuroo.

Once you enter his working room, you see multiple arts of watercoloring and fine line tattoos with all different kinds of motives hanging on the left side of the wall. From the smallest fine outlining of a rose to a big black and white owl with loose feathers flowing around it. It’s exactly what that guy Bokuto has on one of his upper arms.

The right side of his wall is decorated with pictures of friends and family, some official awards and also a little fan sitting on one of the many shelves in one of the corners.

The black leather furniture and a little armrest are standing neatly against the wall, sealed with protection foil, ready for the next tattoo customer.

Kuroo prepares a little table with paper towels, numbing lotion and bubblegum scented antibacterial fluid.

He gestures for you to take a seat on the tattoo chair and you comply.

“So what’s the story behind your little stunt? Rebelling against Mom and Dad? Boyfriend left you? Lost a bet?” Kuroo starts off like going down a checklist, still getting prepared by putting the tattoo machine together while gazing at you with a curious look.

‘Seems like he has enough experience to know about the reason I am here’ , you think.

“Third guess is correct. Lost a bet.” You admit with a tight smile and you can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

He chuckles at your answer and sits down in his chair, to roll it in your direction where you are sitting.

As he comes closer, you can make out more of his countless tattoos across his body. Starting on the left side of his neck is the head of a Japanese dragon and its body goes all the way down to his left elbow. Its red and black scales look highly realistic, its sharp claws holding onto human skulls.

On the part of his low-cut tank top that doesn’t cover his collarbones, you see the lines of ravens fighting each other and his right arm is covered in different anime symbols, a few you recognize from Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, One Piece and Seven Deadly Sins.

“So what did you want to get? Any wishes or any ideas?” He asks you with a raised eyebrow.

You think for a few moments, frowning deep in thought. Unfortunately, you can’t think of anything so all you say is:

“Surprise me.“ You suggest with a gleam in your eyes.

Kuroo puts on a black medical mask and nods in agreement.

Thinking your smile reminds him a little bit of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, he has an idea what tattoo to give you.

Nonetheless, he will add a little bit of feminine touch to it.

Grabbing the black ink and different sizes of needles for the tattoo machine, he puts on his black latex gloves and puts the first needle equipment together.

Kuroo puts some of the numbing cream on the back of your upper arm, turning on the button of the tattoo machine.

He gives you one last look with his hazel-colored eyes, to make sure you actually want this.

You nod in determination and he starts tattooing you.

~ One hour later ~

Spraying the liquid of the bubblegum scented antibacterial bottle on your freshly tattooed skin, he gently wipes the remaining black ink away from your sensitive skin with some paper towel.

Flinching slightly when he goes over your skin, you can’t help but be giddy with excitement about what masterpiece he has created on your skin.

Taking a good look around it, he steps back and lets you get up from the black leather chair.

Throwing his mask and gloves into the trash, he watches with anticipation as you walk over the mirror to see it.

As you’re finally able to take a look at it, you gasp in amazement.

It is beautiful.

Kuroo tattooed the face of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, along with two little branches around the face, little flowers sitting in between the leaves.

It’s a fine line tattoo in simple black ink.

The lines are flawless, the Japanese cherry blossom flowers looking soft and real, some shadowing inside and outside of them.

“So? What do you think? Do you like it?” Kuroo gives you a look of interest as he begins to clean up.

“I-I… I don’t have the words for describing how incredible this looks. The lines are so smooth, it looks like you drew this so easily, like on a piece of paper. The flowers‘ petals look so soft, almost like they are flowing. Kuroo I don’t know what to say, except to thank you for tattooing this on me. What made you choose this?“ , you turn to him with a tilted head, making you look like a confused cat.

Kuroo starts to grin cheekily and points at his face, his long finger following his grin.

”Your smile looks cheeky and kind of intimidating. Almost like a cat that’s ready to hunt. And no problem. By the way, beautiful , call me Tetsurō.“ He gives you a playful wink with a flirty smile.

You giggle at his antics and take a look at your arm again.

“This is just so cool! You’re very talented!“ , you compliment him.

“Hehe, thank you. Been doing it since I graduated High School. Got my first tattoo while I was a Third Year, and have been kind of addicted to having them ever since“ , he reveals while wiping off the little tool table and the chair with disinfectant wipes.

“I could hardly tell.“ , you say as you glance over the different varieties of ink on his skin.

He laughs loudly at your retort and continues to wipe down everything properly.

“They look really good on you though“, you say in admiration as you move closer to him to let your finger unconsciously move over the lines of the chemical formula of dopamine on his forearm.

Your action makes him freeze but he doesn’t stop you from caressing it. Your touch feels like it’s setting his skin on fire, giving him goosebumps.

Realizing what you are doing, you quickly snatch your hand away in embarrassment and apologize quietly.

Kuroo coughs awkwardly with red cheeks and cuts a foil from a package.

“How much do I owe you for this Tetsurō?“ , you ask him as he carefully places a protection seal over your fresh tattoo.

“Usually I charge ¥21,000 for an hour from clients but I am going to be honest with you. I think you’re an absolute beauty. Looks-wise and personality-wise. I won’t charge you for the tattoo but I want something in return.“ He explains as he rubs his neck nervously with his hand and you can see the tips of his ears turning red.

You lift your eyebrow in return, waiting for the request.

Your eyes look like they’re shining with stars, making him feel like a teenager again asking his crush out.

“I uh… Would like to take you out on a date.“ He grins with a painful and unsure smile.

Your mouth opens in awe at his request before it turns into a breath-taking smile and it flusters Kuroo even more.

“I would love to!“

“Great uh… Here let me give you my number so we can talk about the details over text.“

You pull your phone out of your backpocket and hand it to him.

As you watch him type in the details, you begin to feel very excited and proud to have scored the shop owner‘s number.

When Kuroo hands you your phone back, he begins to walk with you to the entrance hall to see you off.

Kenma is still at the desk as he watches Kuroo say goodbye to you. After you leave, he begins lecturing his idiot of a friend.

“I can’t believe you gave her a tattoo for free. How stupid can you be?“ Kenma mumbles angrily under his breath as he glares daggers at his best friend and owner of the tattoo studio.

Kuroo just sighs like a lovesick fool and looks back at Kenma with a smile so wide, it almost makes him gag.

“I did it for love. Maybe you should try it out once in a while if you weren’t such a shithead to our customers.“

“Fuck off.“ Kenma snaps at him.

~ Here is a pic of the tattoo Kuroo did on Reader <3 ~