Tattoo artists!Haikyuu. Here are a few ideas I had about various haikyuu characters as tattoo artists while having too much time on my hand and not doing my hw.
(2024: read this for the first time in a long time and oh. my. god. did I not know what fucking spell check was at the time? jeez.)
rintarou's quiet and methodical, not really the one doing the talking. anytime you make a noise he pauses and looks at you with his fox-like gaze, drawling out a soft 'you doing ok pretty?' and when you nod saying you're fine, there's a twitch of a smirk before a short 'good girl.' nothing to look into at all with that response.
the one that distracts you by teasing and flirting with you, except.. tetsuro's not being serious about it. well, at least you don't think he is. he's still professional and pays great attention to your design, pain, and all that, but you could've sworn you caught him looking at you with darker eyes a second ago...
so so so so much energy! that's what you thought when you had your first consultation with kotaro, he was so upbeat, and his designs were all over the place, but you still fell in love with them. but the day you came in for your actual appointment, you were very nervous; he must've noticed too because he toned it down and soothingly rubbed your knee while giving you a pep talk.
quiet. like it's deadly quiet in the little room. and kentaro's only just started, so in an attempt to lighten the slightly dull room, you start talking. first, it's about your day so far, then it floats to your last workday to the abandoned kitten you found the other day. and at one point, you think it's kinda silly that you're still talking as kentaro hasn't said a single thing. he's just inking you up and wiping away the blood and excess every once in a while. but when you stop, he kinda stutters before mumbling, 'why'd you stop? what other name's were you thinking of for the cat?'
with a heavy sigh and a stretch of his limbs osamu proposes that the two of you take a break for a sec. but then he's reaching for his phone and asking you what you want to eat. and no matter how much you insist that he doesn't need to do that and that you'll order your own he will not budge saying, 'i can't have ya passin' out on me darlin', let me treat ya to something ' a charming smile spreading on his face afterward.
Warning(s): MINORS DNI, afab reader, cunnilingus (male receiving), some throat fucking, lots of sarcastic praise lol, use nicknames’ baby’, ‘bunny’, 'little girl' let me know if there’s anymore cause I definitely forgot at least one lol.
Notes from the Author: This is, of course, making up for the stories I've missed, and hopefully there's one more. It'll just be shorter not gonna lie. I hope yall are enjoying these, even if they aren't coming out on time. I'm sorry about that again.
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God...
Fushiguro Tōji thinks as he looks at you kneeling in front of him. Your entire costume is still intact, and it only makes the coil in his stomach tighten.
“Such a sexy little thing, aren’t you?” he says to you in a low growl, deep and vibrating. You look back at him from your place on your knees, bunny ears tilting with your head.
“Tōji,” you whine to him, receiving a questioning hum in response, “I wanna… help you.”
Tōji puts on a particularly wolfish grin at your words and can’t help the hand that starts at your head with a gentle rub before going to your cheek, cradling it in his big palm.
“Yeah, you wanna help me, baby? Wanna help me with what?” he says.
You huff. He knows what you want. Instead of answering him, your eyes flicker from his to the prominent bulge in front of you. He only quirks an eyebrow, grin still plastered on his face.
“Come on bunny~,” he laughs out the nickname a little, “Gotta use your words like a good girl.’
You let out another huff before shyly looking away and murmuring, “Wanna help you with your….”
His hand strays from your cheek to your chin, firmly turning you to look him in the face. “What was that bunny?”
“Wanna taste your cock, Tōji.” Finally, the words leave your lips soft and embarrassed. The look of you and the sound of your words cause him to twitch.
So sweet and innocent for me.
His grin is once again wicked as he leans back in his seat. “Course you can, bunny. Go ahead, take it out.”
You do so quickly. Wasting no time pulling Tōji’s sweats and boxers down, his heavy cock standing at attention proudly. Waiting for you to pleasure him.
Murmuring lowly, “You know what to do, don’t you, bunny? Or you need me to teach you again?”
Your head shakes, and barely a second later, your tongue is lavishing him in kitten licks. From the pretty red tip of his cock to his balls, which you make sure to spend extra time on. After all, his balls are the most sensitive part of him. He sighs out at the contact but quickly grows impatient.
Tōji’s hand latches onto the hair nearer the back of your head before guiding you away from his balls and pressing your mouth incessantly to his tip.
“Are you sure you don’t need me to teach you, baby? I thought I taught you better than to tease me after all…” he mumbles, a slight edge to his voice. “Get to the real show, ok? my dirty little bunny.”
You don’t dare test him, not really in the mood to get your throat fucked to the point you can’t talk without coughing. Opening your mouth before taking him in, a little past the tip.
Slowly you work towards taking more of him in. With every bob of your head, you sink lower and lower before Toji gets a little too impatient and pushes you down towards his pelvis. Nose squished into the tiny hairs at his base.
Fuck… you can barely even fit me in your mouth, can you…
“Mhmm, ah- bunny see? Thought my little girl needed my help, needed me, yeah?” he questions, looking down at you. You let out a somewhat muffled reply that sends vibrations through his cock, a sensation he immensely enjoys. He lets go of your head, letting you come up for air, gasping. He lets out a coo.
“Aww, my poor bunny. We just need to train that cute little throat, yea?” Tōji says absentmindedly, patting your head. You always look so innocent, he thinks. But he knows you’re not, not with him.
You latch back onto his cock on your own accord, determined to bring him as much pleasure as he usually does you. The continuous motion of your bobbing head is accompanied by your hands, either stroking what’s not in your mouth or playing with his balls.
You constantly change up your pace, making sure that no matter what, you’re continually swirling your tongue around the throbbing cock in your mouth. His groans slowly turn to moans.
“Oh~ Such a good little girl for me.” He coos to you. “Treating me so well.” His words are interrupted constantly by moans and groans of pleasure. He’s taught you well, so well that he’s gonna cum much quicker than he probably has before. “FU- fuck, just like that, shit-”
He cuts himself off by grabbing the back of your head and quickly beginning to fuck your mouth. An action causes you to go bone still, already choking with how harshly he shoves his dick into you.
Tears, spit, and precum drench your cheeks and chin, and the deplorable look only causes Tōji to move quicker.
“Agh, gonna cum, gonna cum, bunny. You ready for it? Oh ~ I bet you are. Be a good girl, take it all down your- AH!” he borderline yells out.
Hot cum spurts down your throat in bursts. His cock throbbing with each spurt.
Once he finishes, he slowly pulls out of your mouth while looking at you expectantly.
You know what he wants, so you open your mouth, allowing him to see his spend covering your tongue. Some of it dripping down your chin. Before any can spill out you close, and swallow the thick load, making a show of it as you open again to let him see it all gone.
“Ohhh, such a good little girl for me… I hope you can keep it up because we’ve got a long way to go.”
Warning(s): MINORS DNI, afab reader, masturbating (female and male), cum in pants lol, uhm voyeurism, that should be everything actually, let me know if it's not
Notes from the Author: I can't believe I was actually able to get this edited and everything for posting lol. Pat on the back for me, I'm kinda impressed. Like I said in the last post, this one is shorter, but I think it should be enjoyable nonetheless, now venture below the cut!
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He really shouldn’t be doing this. And that’s the fucked up part, Keigo thinks. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this.
What he should be doing is cleaning off those pumpkins he just got.
No, what he should be doing is carving those pumpkins into wacky little faces.
No, what he most definitely should be doing is making sure those pumpkins look nice outside his door, so his neighbor Ms. Tsuyu doesn’t complain about his doorstep looking a little bear for the holidays like last year.
Sigh
But what is Keigo doing?
Watching you in your living room.
See, he’s noticed that you have a habit of keeping your blinds wide open, and on most occasions, he can understand. Your living room gets sunlight for most of the day from its positioning; you technically are a floor below him, and right now, those apartments aren’t occupied, and you live alone.
But in moments like these, he wishes you closed the blinds not only for your sake but for his. Because right now, he can clearly see the way you’ve spread your legs to make ample room for the vibrator in your hand.
He can easily spot the way you fling your head back in pleasure, obviously enjoying the activity you’ve decided to do.
And he cannot keep his eyes away for even a second.
His cock begs to be let out of the tight confinement his jeans provide, and yet he doesn’t make a move, opting instead to hump the counter ever so often absentmindedly.
I need to carve those pumpkins…
Is what he thinks and while he wills himself to move. To go towards them and forget what he saw across the alleyway. But he can’t. It’s impossible. All he can do is continue watching.
A vein of fear runs through him as you switch positions, slightly positioned towards the window. What if she sees me, then what? But he still doesn’t move. In fact, the thought causes him to let out a little pant, and he grinds into the counter harder.
What do you sound like right now? What do you taste like, smell like? Hell, what does your pretty face look like up close? He can’t help but wonder, and the thoughts are all-consuming.
All he wants is to touch you.
Suddenly, you hunch over slightly. You look to be catching your breath, did you just-.
You’re starting up again before Keigo can even think about it. Rutting against the vibrator that is glued to your clit, desperately trying to reach another high. Keigo wants to as well, and his eyes shut in bliss as he imagines the difference it would make if it were him down there with you. Pants and groans are being let out of clenched teeth as he grinds himself into the counter harder.
He can feel it; he’s so close.
His eyes open to get another look at you in bliss, but he nearly freezes up as he barely catches your eyes looking at him. It’s hardly a second between when your eyes are making contact and when yours are closed, but part of him knows it happened.
You know. And yet, you continue.
His orgasm hits him like a truck. He hadn’t been aware that he was still rutting against the counter while in his thoughts. A dark spot where his tip is, slowly forming on the jeans fabric. He breaths in light exhaustion.
Keigo looks up towards where you were again, but you’re gone now. Back in the recesses of your apartment.
Warning(s): MINORS DNI. Smut, afab reader, use of the nickname 'princess', somnophilia, a little bit of cunnilingus (female receiving), monster fucking, creampie (uhhhh no glove, no love kids) I think that's it lol
Notes from the Author: Um enjoy. This is one of my first, shared smuts, so please give me feedback and all that good stuff. Anyways venture below the cut, if you dare
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This was new to Wakatoshi.
Not this whole lurking in the darkness, waiting for his new prey to fall asleep, and then pulling the sweetest screams and groans of fear from them.
No, not that. That is all normal.
What isn’t normal is that it’s you. He knows you said it was ok, ‘Do whatever you need to do, Toshi, I’ll be sleeping. Won’t feel a thing or mind it!’ had been your exact words to him before he had to go last.
What the two of you were doing, what you were together, was strictly banned by his kind. A rule to never be broken lest you wish to be killed instantly upon the relationship coming to light. But when it came to that first night, he had found you. He was spoken for, entirely.
He’s on your ceiling, in the furthest corner, but even from here, he can tell that you’re what his kind talked about when they told of human princesses and royalty. And he would have to say so when you were next awake.
He’s absolutely captivated by you, and as he inches closer to indulge himself in you just a bit more, he catches sight of the contents on your bed.
A phone, the charger cable right next to it, a bottle of some sort, and a…
Oh… Ushijima thinks to himself. She was pleasuring herself, wasn’t she? It’s a rhetorical question. He knows; he can tell by the way a light blinks on the wand next to you, practically begging its owner to let it charge.
The thought that just before he was here, you had your small fingers plunged deep inside you, searching for that one spot that made your toes curl and a wand pressed to your clit, desperately rutting against it, instantly has his cock standing at attention.
God, this is not the time, he laments. He can’t do anything about his problem right now. He needs to feed on you befo-
Well. There’s more than one way to feed.
The sentence is uttered by the smallest voice in his head. And while he immediately shakes his head at the idea, the idea of taking you so suddenly, more blood rushes to his cock
Absolutely not; he can’t do that. You wouldn’t wan-
‘Do whatever you need to do Toshi, I’ll be sleeping. Won’t feel a thing or mind it!
…
Before he can really review the choice he’s made, Wakatoshi ascends to the floor and is by your bedside in an instant. A clawed hand reaches for your leg, gently caressing it. When you make no moves or sounds, his pace quickens as he gets to work. Pushing your legs apart as far as they will go and gazing upon your sex. Your juices still dribble from your slit, and a low groan escapes him. Dipping his head downwards, a snake-like tongue maneuvers over your sex, circling your clit slowly before licking a stripe over your sex.
So intoxicating. So irresistible. He can barely contain himself, and he quickly realizes he can’t taste more of you now. He needs you to milk him before he explodes.
“I’m sorry, my love, but my patience is wearing thin.” He murmurs to you as he looms over your still unconscious frame. And as his hand takes his cock in hand, ridges and veins prominent, and rubs over your slit, he continues, “Next time, I’ll treat you as a princess should be treated.”
With his patience gone, Wakatoshi thrusts into you ruthlessly, splitting you on his cock in the most delectable way. It’s an instant wake-up call for you, a choked moan, or maybe it was a scream, leaves you as your body tries to accommodate the intrusion. Wakatoshi, however, pays no mind to your sudden awakeness as he quickly begins to brutally pound into your sopping wet cunt.
The ridges of his cock drill into your g-spot perfectly, causing you to cry out his name. Whining for him to slow down and let you adjust, but your pleading falls on deaf ears. Wakatoshi is simply too far gone, the pleasure that your cunt provides him numbing and eliminating any other happenings around him; just your warm, wet cavern exists for him right now.
“So fucking tight, and so so fucking good for me, princess. Oh, I’m fuck, so close.” His words are deep and guttural as if he’s growling them at you, and it only makes you clench him harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, pri-pr”ncess!” Your arms, which had previously been lying lifelessly above your head, now move to pull him closer to you by his neck. Going so far as to grasp his horns in your hands, quickly encouraging him to stuff you full.
“Mhm, shit, Toshi want your cum. Want it all in me, please please, give it to me. Fuck!” you moan to him, desperate and whiny, directly into his ear, and it’s enough to send him off the edge. His thrusts speed up, roughly rutting into your cunt before a loud moan is released, his head thrown back as ecstasy takes over his body.
His climax feels as if it’ll never end as his dick pumps rope after rope of his cum into your pussy. He’s just finished as he pulls out of you and falls over to rest by your side.
The room is silent, safe for both of your gasps as you both catch your breath. Neither of you says anything even when you do have your wits about you. It’s only when you turn to cuddle into him, smirk ever-present on your face as you giggle through the words that have him blushing a bit.
“Sooo, I guess you really took what I said to heart, huh? You got it all out of you yet?”
how we all know that Aizawa would be one for bondage like we all fully accept that, right? and anybody worth their salt who engages in such an activity has to be an attentive and careful lover. and I love that about him, of course, who wouldn't? but I wanna explore more of the slow, meticulous, mind-shattering sex that's going on.
like mans would FULLY subscribe to turning your brain into mush with nothing more than a roll of his hips and a lick to the sensitive part under your ear. and with a slow pace and your hands tied above you, all you can do is lay back and enjoy.
but it's when he gets closer and closer to the edge that it really starts heating up. he doesn't really speed up, but he will be hammering his hips into your own, practically abusing the spongy spot inside you that makes you scream. oh, and his voice, his voice so deep, growing louder with just a touch of neediness, has you begging him. for what? who knows, surely not you, mind numb and body focused on the pleasure streaming through it.
all ik is that Aizawa would be the best lover when it comes to the slow and passionate. he doesn't speak about his feelings to you super often, so it's only right he tells you in the most carnal way, no?
gamer, youtuber, ceo, and stock trader kozume kenma.
that's it, that's the tweet.
I just wanna know what it's like to sit in his lap all pretty as he games and makes banter with his fans. hell, maybe you're not even that involved with the stream, instead sitting on the couch just barely visible behind him watching stupid tiktoks on your phone. you're just waiting for that moment in his streams where he has a sudden burst of emotion. it could be anger, it could be arrogance, it's just that something in the game was so visceral and real to him that it makes him lose his composure, and suddenly your eyes are watching him like a hawk would its prey.
there's just something about the idea of having kenma after such a high of emotions, it's rare, and you treasure what that burst of emotions will bring once he's done streaming. it could be as innocent as him suddenly insisting on taking a midnight drive around in his sports car, where he treats you to as many sweets, chips, and junk food as you could stand...
...or it could end with kenma immediately grabbing you by the elbow and pulling you towards your bedroom for some true alone time. he could be spoiling you with pleasure until you're screaming for him to stop, but no, he can't do that because his precious kitten was just begging for his cum a second ago. Or he could be feeling more in the mood for a slow but satisfying torture session. where he truly puts his quick-moving fingers to use, pushing you towards a toe-curling orgasm before quickly pulling away, repeating the process until your begging, pleading him for something, anything!
it all really depends on whether he wins or loses in that moment, but nevertheless, you live for the highs his streams sometimes give him.
Warning(s): Uhh MINORS DNI, smexy times, afab reader, biting, blood kink if you squint, mirror sexxx, uhm past-tense cunnilingus (I don't know how to refer to this lol), creampie (wrap it before you tap it folks), I think that's it, lemme know if I should add something.
Notes from the Author: Second day of kinktober, that I initially missed. My goal is to post this in the morning and post the actual day 3 story later today. I guess these are all gonna be around drabble size, but that might change for the last story ngl.
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“Awww, don’t tell me you’re tired already, sweets. I’m nowhere done with you~.” A mischievous Gojo Satoru mumbles into your inner thigh.
He had just finished bringing you to your second high of the night, and it had only been around 35 minutes. As your brain barely made it back to Earth from orbit, you’re pulled to your feet by the man, and borderline dragged to the end of the bed.
When did he take off his clothes, you think to yourself. You wouldn’t know, so out of it that you barely registered when you were brought into his arms and your lips connected with his.
The words, “Look over there sweets,” cuts through your shared kiss, and as you do as he says, your breath hitches. It’s a mirror, large and perfectly centered on the bed. That must be new… is your thought. “I wanna see you, sweets, see you come undone for me. Can you do that for me?”
Your first thought is to roll your eyes at his cockiness; even if he was correct about how this would end, did he have to say it so plainly? But before you can reply positively, his teeth are at your neck. Gently nipping and biting at it, never breaking the skin like you wish he would do.
He pulls away suddenly before taking a seat on the edge, legs spread wide and blue eyes looking at you expectantly. You know what Satoru wants, after all… he’s a sucker for you riding him,
It happens quickly. You backing into Satoru and sinking yourself down onto his cock, but your eyes don’t view it in the mirror, which apparently, Satoru doesn’t like.
“Ah, ah, ah sweets. Pretty girl, you need to look in the mirror, look at me while you fuck yourself on my cock, yeah?” his hand wraps around your neck in time with his words, roughly taking your jaw in it and forcing your gaze to the mirror. Your whimpers are low as you look at the mirror, seeing the remnants of your past orgasms gushing out.
As you start to move, setting a relatively quick pace, his grip on your jaw only tightens, soon tilting your head to the side as his face nuzzles into the nape of your neck. Your shared moans and whines of pleasure fill the room as Satoru begins matching your pace, thrusting upwards into your cunt.
“Fuck sweets, you’re clenching around me so hard. Gonna cum around me, shit, cum around this cock?” his words still have a teasing lilt, as if he thinks you should be embarrassed by how quickly you’re reaching your next high.
That’s when you take notice. Somehow his grip is different on you. The hand on your hip is tighter, and the one on your jaw holds you more steadily. If you could see his face, you’re sure you’d see that hungry look he had that first time you’d met. The one where he looks five seconds away from going insane, a few seconds away from giving you the sweetest high and his everything.
Your thoughts of anticipation seem to be one of the last factors pushing you into ecstasy and the hard press of his fangs on your neck. Your breath hitches and the world seems to slow as you wait for the feeling of him piercing into your skin. And when it happens, your body instantly arches against his, unable to continue bouncing on his cock as you fall into the abyss.
His own deep moans fill the room around you as well, though they seem far away and not of this world.
“Mmm, ~ fuck sweets taste so good, always so delicious for me, only for me.” He groans out, teeth plunging once again into your neck, unable to get enough. His hips don’t stop rutting into you either, so close to reaching his high that when it hits him, he barely comprehends what’s happening. He doesn’t stop feeding on you, though.
A fact that somewhere in the back of your cloudy mind starts to concern you.
“Satoruuu, need to stop. Can’t think, getting light-headed..” is all you can bear to voice out. But he hears you loud and clear, and reluctantly he stops, panting. His arms wrap around you and hold you close to his chest as he begins murmuring sweet nothings into your eye, both of you slowly working down from your respective highs. When your senses come back to you, you look back to the mirror, expecting to see him before you scoff.
“Satoru, why the fuck did you put me in front of this mirror?” you question, a teasing and sarcastic tone on your tongue.
He huffs out before stating, “Cause I wanted to see you, and for you to see meeee, duh. Wanted to get a better view of me fucking your br-”
“Satoru. You aren’t visible in the mirror.”
“…”
The silence is deafening as you hold back your giggles at the man’s apparent forgetfulness of his condition.
He quickly sits up, looking in the mirror himself, before groaning.
“Fuck, I forgot that was a thing.” He says, in a rare moment of embarrassment, an embarrassment that only you are privy to seeing. A fact that always makes your heart warm.
“Yeah, I can tell,” you laugh out, “I could barely register the fact that I couldn’t see you through, so I won’t tell if you won’t” your gaze is now directed directly at him.
He smiles at that, leaning down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, the metallic taste of your blood still on his tongue.
“Sounds like a deal to me, Sweets,” he says, arms now wrapping tightly around you, pinning you underneath him as you both enjoy the other’s presence.
“Satoru, I need to go clean myself off.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I swear, let me go.”
“No.”
A sigh leaves your lips before murmuring, “Damn, who knew vampires were so clingy.”
how nanami kento is definitely loved by every child that comes across him. it's a mystery really, even the man himself is confused by the wide eyes and chubby cheeks that look at him in awe. of course, he doesn't really mind what's he supposed to complain about when it comes to children? they're unaware of just how messy and chaotic they tend to be, kinda reminds him of Gojo, except gojo does it on purpose.
like, imagine going out to a restaurant for date night, and it's not a super-duper fancy place that would mean parents can't bring their children, and the couple next to you just so happens to have 1, maybe 2-year old. and you're just enjoying your meal and the peaceful time you have with kento until you notice that he keeps looking just behind you. and just to satiate your curiosity, you peak back to see a pair of big green eyes staring at kento, they don't even flinch when you move, but it does seem to trigger the baby to babble happily at him.
and kento, of course, doesn't really know how to respond, so he kinda waves at the child (cause, I mean, what are you supposed to do, it would be weird to just ignore it, like what do you do when a baby looks at you, someone tell me) and that just sets the baby off. they immediately burst into a fit of giggles and waves their whole arm back unceremoniously.
the baby's sudden outburst triggers the parents to start apologizing and try to get the child to stop interrupting your date. once they've got their baby distracted, you both turn back to each other, just letting the moment dissipate. and you finally break it with something like, "well, that was adorable." and the little chuckle that always makes kento's heart skip a beat. "who knew babies liked you just as much as me?" and that makes him turn a little red because maybe getting a reaction from you after interaction like that was worth it.
