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@/Rewind Tattoo & Piercing is paving its way into a new era for body art establishments everywhere. With the creative use of its content and hashtags, they are taking out their competition (and taking your money) one reel at a time. Booking is easy, just click on the artist page you want to meet with and they'll take over the rest from there. Contact Mitsuya at the front desk for more information.

Mutual Insight: This was a wild ass ride. My amazing mutual was like “hey I’m writing this fic.” and I had been thinking earlier that day how much fun it would be to collab with her since she’s the reason I’m writing to the public and hadn’t lost the motivation to write yet. Turns out she had the same idea and thus this collab was born. To be honest, it was probably one of my favorite things to do. I love to write, and to do it with a friend was so much fun! She’s always pushing me outside of my comfort zone just as much as she says I do the same to her. I appreicate you helping me out, reading through, suggesting, etc. We be cooking like 5 star Michelin chefs here, an honor to bake with you 🫡 Also, to my other mutual who has been helping me read through this to make sure I'm doing right but smut standars, I appreciate you!!!

Personal Insight: Dudes, smut is so hard to write when you have hardly any experience I hate thiiiiiiiiiis….. Wait til I end up writing another one 💀

Description: Piercer!Chifuyu Matsuno x fem!reader. 10K words. 

Synopsis: After a long day at work, where your brain is running on depressive autopilot, you’re sitting in your car, scrolling through your socials and happen upon the hottest piercer you have ever laid eyes on. You quickly decide that you need to get a new piercing. Why not? You’d been thinking about getting a new one off and on for some time, so you already know exactly what you’ll get. How else do you cope with life other than hot guys and needle therapy? 

Part of a Collab - Rewind Tattoo & Piercings  

Inspo Songs: 

Sugar- All Time Low

Fantastic- Arcane, King Princess

Ride- SoMo

THIS IS PART OF A COLLAB, SOME SCENES ARE GOING TO SOUND SIMILAR. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE OTHER FIC, FIND IT HERE. DO NOT COME FOR ME FOR THINGS SOUNDING THE SAME, I BEG.

Please do not share my works on other social media platforms as your own. See rules for more details. 

This is NSFW. MDNI. Warnings below.

Warnings: Depressive thinking (not really spelled out, but it’s sprinkled in there), body modification (two piercings), flirting, fluff, cussing, voyuerism if you squint a lil, light fingering, p in v unprotected sex (don't do that y'all), pet names (kitten, love), Mistuya bein lovely, Kisaki being annoying af, Hanma being... Hanma

I probably missed some, let me know if I did!

It almost wasn’t fair, just how much you were pushing yourself. Work was work, but adding coaching and school on top of it, you barely felt like a human anymore. Obviously, you decided to go back to school for a reason, and you were super excited that you were on the right road to finally be in your chosen field. There was a lingering feeling holing up in your chest, a desperate need for something, anything, to feel like you used to. To feel like a living person again, not just a robot moving on autopilot throughout the day. You just weren’t sure what it was that would help you though. It’s not like you hadn’t tried: getting into old hobbies, hanging out with friends more. That spark was just missing. The spark that breathed life through your being. You didn’t need a gap filled. You needed a firework display, something that screamed: LIFE. 

So you were sitting in your car in the back of a parking lot, letting the engine roll. It was beautiful outside, not too warm, not too cool, so the windows were down but your music was up high all the same. The current fixation, a guy with a melodic voice who sang in different languages, was bumping through your speakers, the bass settling deep in your chest. You smiled as a hopeful song came on, one that made you grin no matter what mood you were in. 

Your phone was open, doom scrolling your socials; going from the app you only have for the sake of keeping up with family, to the app you get lost on. Your thumb moved almost automatically, not even finishing the videos before you’d skip to the next one. You had planned on sitting there until you got bored since you had just finished coaching a game and everyone was clearing out which had you in no mood to try to beat the Friday traffic. As you scroll to the next video, something caught your attention: a black hair, teal eyed cutie, showing off piercings and the jewelry he had just done on a tattoo shop’s page.

Clicking on the shop’s profile, you scroll for a bit, wanting to see more of him but in the end you give up, finding their website. Scrolling through the shop info, you find the artist blurbs and their social media pages. Their social media handles gave you a chuckle:

@/shibuya_reapertattoos

@/TrOubedtigeRtAttooer 

Then you found the piercers. One was listed as a piercer and a tattoo artist, under the handle @/ride_or_die_tattoo_artist, but he had long dark hair, eyes that looked more copper, and a more pointed smile, so you kept scrolling. Then your breath caught in your throat as the guy from the video graced your screen. His black hair was long on the top, shaved at the sides, the most dazzling smile that reached his eyes.

His eyes. 

Even through the screen, his turquoise eyes were so bright, so crystalline, you knew that if you were given the chance, you’d drown in them, like the ocean itself was claiming you for its own. Immediately, you knew you had to see them, had to see if they were really that bright, that inviting. You peeked around the website a little bit more, looking around for his personal social media page. As soon as you found it you clicked over, the handle @/ride_or_die_piercer making you grin. You pause for a moment before wondering who decided to use the handle first, or if it had been a mutual decision between the two guys to have almost the same handle. Then you dive into his posts. Every picture, every video, showed the same dazzling smile, the same piercing eyes. Images flooded your screen: his adorable black cat, looking hot as fuck on a beautiful motorcycle, smiling with some friends. You knew you had to get in to see him. You’d been offhandedly thinking about a new piercing anyway, so it’s like it was meant to be. Right?? It wasn’t totally crazy to see a piercer because you just had to know if his eyes were just as gorgeous in person as they were on your screen… You’re totally normal about this. 

Before you can talk yourself out of it you click the follow button on his page, already enamored by his breathtaking features. 

Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you switch back to the shop website, dialing the number listed. It rings a few times, then a deep voice answers,

“Hello, thanks for calling Rewind Tattoo and Piercing, this is Mitsuya, how can I help you today?” 

After a deep breath, because hello social anxiety (were you really doing this?), you answer, “Yes, hi. I was wondering if you guys took walk-ins for piercings?” You found yourself holding your breath. 

“Absolutely! Baji is pretty booked today so I’m sure Chifuyu could take you no problem!” You let yourself breathe finally, a small smile playing on your lips. Your fingers toyed with your steering wheel cover, nerves settling low in your stomach.

“Great, I can be there in…” Trying not to drop the phone, you quickly pull up the shop’s address in your maps. “Like fifteen minutes.” 

“Sounds great! We might have a little bit of a wait, but if that’s okay with you, then see you soon!”

“That’s totally fine with me, thank you!” Your voice hits an awkward octave as you disconnect the line and you groan, hoping the stranger on the other end of the line didn’t catch it. While the phone was in your hand, you switched to your favorite song from your current fixation. Dropping the phone to the passenger seat, you put your car into gear and slowly make your way out of the parking lot, keeping an eye on every car around you since you were in a high school lot and didn’t trust a single teenager behind the wheel. 

Once you’re on the road, you turn the volume up, singing at the top of your lungs and drumming along on the steering wheel. The wind is rushing through your hair, tangling it all up, but you don’t care. The excitement and giddy anxiety are coursing through your body, like lighting striking every inch of skin. Anticipation is dancing through you, not only the thought of a new piercing- and you already know what you’re going to get since you had actually been thinking about it for some time- but at the thought of the man who’s doing the piercings. 

All too soon, you’re pulling into the parking lot, surprised to find not only a decent amount of space to park, but basically a whole food court right outside. The tattoo parlor is located right next to an outdoor mall so it shouldn’t be that surprising, but how often are tattoo studios in ideal locations? A small thrift store sits to the left of the shop, a few intriguing items in the window. You make a mental note to check it out later as you step out of your car, swinging your small bag onto your shoulder. The sign above the door read the shop’s name in bright letters: Rewind Tattoo and Piercing and you smile to yourself as giddiness courses through your body. You’re this much closer to meeting that handsome blue eyed man… 

The bell above the door jingles as you walk in, a few heads turning as you step through. You’re surprised to hear one of your favorite bands playing over the radio, the smell of antiseptic and something akin to a woodsy campfire hitting your nose immediately. A guy with lavender purple hair smiles warmly from behind the glass counter, which is full of all different piercings on display. You smile back as you walk up, putting your hands in the pockets of your jeans to keep yourself from putting them on the glass.

“Hey there, what brings you in today?” The purple haired guy steps so he’s standing across from you and you instantly recognize his voice as the one from over the phone. He- Mitsuya- calmly puts a hand down near the register, ready for whatever you throw at him. He radiates warmth, and your body instantly relaxes. 

“Um, I called earlier, about getting pierced?” You chew on the inside of your lip, suddenly questioning your decisions. You push through it and wait for him to respond. You’ve had multiple piercings and the anxiety pits in your stomach each time. 

“Alright. Chifuyu can definitely see you, but he’s got two people ahead of you. You ok with a bit of a wait? It shouldn’t be more than thirty-ish minutes.” You're nodding before he’s even finished speaking. 

“Great. Have you ever gotten pierced here before?” 

“No I haven’t.” Mitsuya grabs a clipboard from a small desk behind the counter, adds a few sheets under the clip and drops a pen with a silly fake flower on top.

“No worries, I just need you to fill out this paperwork really quick, I need your ID and what piercings did you want to get done today?” 

“I wanted my nose done right here, and my belly button done also.” Mitsuya smiles and opens his mouth to respond, but is beaten to the punch from a saccharine voice behind you.

“Septum piercing and belly button huh? What an adventurous Kitten.” Your brain freezes as you turn to see the source of the sugary sweet voice. Standing behind you with a good-natured smirk is the guy from the social media page. Black hair shining like the finest silk, teal eyes shining with humor, tattoos covering what skin you can see. He runs a hand through the longer locks on the top, the side of his head shaved closer than you thought based on his pictures.

 Hot. So goddamn hot. Like a rolodex, your brain is spinning for a response, coming up empty. Thankfully, he saves you from needing to try too hard. 

“I’ll get you taken care of. Give me a bit.” He shoots you a wink and disappears around a corner. On autopilot, you pull your wallet out of your pocket, grabbing your ID and handing it to Mitsuya, watching numbly as he scans it into his system. 

Kitten. Kitten! Kitten??? Does he call everyone that? Of course he does. Why would he call you Kitten and not everyone else? That makes no sense. Your inner monologue is interrupted by Mitsuya handing you back your ID.

“We have fancier jewelry if you’d like to take a look, it’ll cost extra, but everyone hates going home with the standard jewelry. You’re looking in this case and this one.” 

“Thank you.” With a nod, you’re looking at the jewelry cases, fascinated by all the gorgeous various piercings in the case. Your eye is immediately drawn to the turquoise jewel on one of the belly piercings. It’s almost the same color as the piercer’s eyes, although you think there’s no color that could ever match completely; and though it’s ridiculous to get something based solely on the eyes of someone you’ve barely just met, you can’t help it. You have to. 

You point out the jewelry you want for your nose, a simple black ring, and ask for the matching nose hoop so you can change out the jewelry you already have in place, wanting all of the piercings on your face to be cohesive. Mitsuya grabs them, a smile never slipping from his face. 

“I won’t charge you until you’re out of the appointment, so sit tight, let me know when you’re done with the paperwork.” 

Turning to the waiting area, you sit in between a mother and daughter and someone else who looks to be around your age. The daughter is younger, around twelve, rambling to her mother about how excited she was to get her ears pierced. Her mother, patient lady she clearly was, took everything in stride, responding to every one of her daughter’s quips. The other girl next to you said nothing, just scrolled on her phone like she had no care in the world. 

Looking at the paperwork, you quickly fill it out, signing all the lines stating you were doing this of your own volition, you knew the risks involved, aftercare, yada, yada, yada. It was basically the same thing no matter where you went or what you pierced. After you had signed everything, you handed the clipboard to Mitsuya who nodded in return, then sat back down. You glanced at your watch, it was already after five thirty and they closed at seven. You knew theoretically that you had enough time but you felt bad for pushing it out to basically close. 

A young girl came bouncing down the hallway that led to the private rooms, stopping in front of the mom to your right.

“Mom look!” She proudly showed off her newly pierced ears, just as Chifuyu emerged, calling for the other daughter with a kind smile. 

“Alright miss, ready to get your ears pierced too?” the daughter next to you jumped up from her seat, following Chifuyu to the back with a giggle. 

You took the opportunity to look around at the artists in the shop: 

In the middle of the room, a guy with blonde striped black hair, a large tattoo on the side of his neck, was so focused on the piece he was doing, he wasn't paying any attention to the guy with the camera in his face, highlighting the back piece being done. You were surprised the guy with the glasses and the mean looking grin hadn’t gotten smacked with how in the way he seemed to be, but the guy with the neck tattoo literally paid him no mind. Glasses seemed like he’s done this before, maybe he’s the one who always takes the videos? 

Your attention is brought to the tattoo artist in the front of the shop, dark hair pulled into a bun at the back of his head. Definitely the guy with the matching social media handle. His smile wasn’t unkind but intimidating, as he joked around with the client laying before him. As he continued to shade his client’s leg piece, the other little girl came jogging out to her mom, giggling and grinning about her new earrings. The mother stood, approaching Mitsuya with her girls to pay as the girls gushed to Chifuyu about how much they loved their earrings. Your face softened into a soft smile, watching the interaction between him and the two preteens, you marveled at the grace in which he handled them. His smile was wide, cheerful and it made your heart skip a few beats. 

Once they left, Chifuyu looked at you for a moment. You held his stare, unsure what else to do, heartbeat pounding in your ears. Then he suddenly turned and made his way back down the hallway, appearing about ten minutes later to call for the girl sitting next to you. 

“Ready for you Miss.” Chifuyu glanced at you over her shoulder as she walked toward him, his grin growing wider.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, more powerful than before, heart pounding so loudly in your ears you couldn’t hear the music playing over the shop speakers. What was his problem? Why was he treating you like this? Why were you enjoying it? 

Man bun stole your attention then, bursting with a loud laugh that echoes through the space. It looked like he was pretty close to done with the tattoo he was working on, so he was speaking quickly to the man in his chair. Like you manifested it, the artist leaned back, allowing the client to sit up.

“Sick as fuck man!” The man exclaimed, twisting his leg around to look at his tattoo. Man bun snapped his gloves off, reaching up to let his surprisingly long hair out of the bun. 

“Of course it does, I did it. Go look at it and tell me what you think.” Just as the client jumped up, another voice caught your attention.

“Excuse me dear, can I speak to ya for just a moment?” You turned to look at Mitsuya, who’s purple hair was vibrant under the sun shining in through the window behind you.

“Yea, what’s up?” you stood and walked closer to the front desk, giving Mitsuya a polite smile as he leaned on his elbows.

“I’m going to be real with you. Chifuyu, your piercer, has refused to take a break all day. I know you’ve already been waiting, but could I trouble you for another fifteen minutes after this piercing is over so I can give my boy a break?” he looked so concerned that you couldn’t help but agree. Plus, you’d been so focused on your beating heart and the commotion with the artist, you hadn’t realized that almost fifteen minutes had passed. 

“Can I go take a look at the thrift store next door?” you lightly bite down on your lip, feeling weird about leaving before your appointment, but you just need to move around a little bit if you’re going to be waiting for a little bit longer.

“Absolutely!” Mitsuya gives you a smile.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes then? Does that give him enough time?” 

Mitsuya nods. “That’s perfect. We appreciate your understanding.” 

“It’s really not a problem.” Hiking your bag further up your shoulder, you turn and walk out of the door, pushing the hair back that the slight breeze immediately blew into your face. Pulling out your phone, you glance at the time, 6:15. Enough time before the shop closes but you still feel bad. 

The thrift store was small, but it was cozy, welcoming. It wasn’t one of those big names that hike the price up on everything just because they can. As you ran your hands over the materials of the clothes, and looked at all of the trinkets on the shelves, you could see the love and care that went into the shop, which immediately made it one of your favorites. You lived for a good thrifting moment. 

  About ten minutes into wandering, your phone suddenly starts buzzing, like rapid fire. You pull it out, expecting a phone call, but you’re horrified and very intrigued to see the social media handle messaging you.

@/ride_or_die_piercer: started following you

@/ride_or_die_piercer: oi, don’t listen to that purple haired meddler. 

@/ride_or_die_piercer: we have piercings to do 

@/ride_or_die_piercer: skgooo

A small giggle bursts through your lips, as your phone continues lighting up with gifs and stickers. Even if you wanted to respond, he wasn’t giving you the option to. 

After nodding a quick goodbye to the older man sitting at the counter, you make your way back to the tattoo studio. 

When you enter, you immediately walk into the onslaught of an argument between Chifuyu and the man bun guy. About a cat…? 

The discussion is more heated than you would anticipate it being, but as soon as Chifuyu turns and catches your eye, any argument he had left clearly dies on his lips, a smile spreading. Your heart gives a thump at his smile, your mind turning to mush for just a moment. You know you’ve probably got a silly look on your face, how can you not when he’s looking at you like that? His eyes are practically shining, his grin devastatingly beautiful even from this distance. 

A loud slam startles you, causing you to flinch. The guy with glasses had just left the partition at the end of the room and walked through the door labeled “Employees Only”, forcefully closing the door behind him. 

“Don’t worry about Kisaki. Hanma likes to make his job difficult.” You startle again when you realize Chifuyu is now standing next to you, eyes brimming with an intensity that sparks something inside of your chest. 

You just nod in response, finding it hard to find your voice. A scent drifts to your nose, something fruity, yet musky. Almost how you imagined him to smell. Which is weird right?? Who thinks about that?? Definitely not you. You look down at your shoes, counting the scuffs on your boots as you try to ground yourself back in reality. 

He clears his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets, “You ready to head back?”

Looking back up at him, you give him a shy smile, “Yea, I’m ready.” 

Chifuyu grins, “Cool!” He turns back to man bun guy- you’re aware he took his hair out but what else do you call him- and slaps at his hand. “Have a good night man!” 

Man bun grins at him, naturally pointed teeth a little intimidating, “Stay outta trouble dude.” Chifuyu nods at you to follow him, and you take in the rest of the shop as you walk: Mitsuya reading a book behind the counter, the black and blonde artist finishing up the back piece he’s working on. You take in the art decorating the walls, the little knick knacks and stickers decorating each artist’s space. Your gaze is drawn to the beautiful room divider that separates one artist’s space from the rest of the studio: beautifully dark stained wood, cherry blossoms over the panels and other various small details. The sound of the tattoo gun is steady from behind it, and your mind races with ideas of what kind of tattoo could be going on behind it. 

Chifuyu stops at a door right across from the beautiful divider, which now you’re definitely thinking of where one would fit in your home, holding said door open as you enter and you give a quiet ‘thank you’. The speaker in the center of the ceiling is playing music softly, the same song that was playing throughout the rest of the studio, but less obnoxious in here. The song suddenly changes, and another of your favorite artists starts playing. Man they have some great taste, you think, slowly bobbing your head along with the tune. Your gaze is drawn to the walls. A mirror takes up one whole wall, but the rest of the space is taken up by art and photos. Walking around the space, you look at every single piece, noting the recurring theme in the photographs of a black cat, the gorgeous motorcycle you saw on his socials and the same friend group in each picture. With a spark of glee you tried to tamp down on, you noticed no pictures of him with a girl…

You set your bag down on the chair in the corner and turn to look at him, hesitating only slightly when you meet his eyes, which hadn’t left you since you entered the space.

“Where do you want me?” You ask nervously, sliding your hands in your back pockets to keep from fidgeting. Which would’ve worked, if you weren’t shuffling from foot to foot. 

“Where do I want you? Many places Kitten, but why don’t you take a seat on that chair in the middle, we’ll do your nose piercing first.” He turns to the counter behind him and you’re grateful because you’re sure your ears are pink. 

As you slowly sit on the chair, you stare at the back of his head. Most of the time, when guys call you pet names, or talk to you like that, you can feel the disrespect oozing out of them. But this guy is different; when he talks to you, calls you ‘Kitten’, you don’t feel the disrespect coming from him. You don’t feel any sort of icky vibes and that’s what intrigues you the most. 

Chifuyu turns, pulling a rolling tray table with him, stopping it beside you.

“You okay if we do the nose first, then we’ll do the navel?”

You nod, watching as he fixes his gloves over his hands.

“Okay, I gotta touch your face now.” You nod again, not trusting your voice much anymore. 

He gently grabs your jaw, softly moving your head around. You can tell it's purely professional, but the intensity in his gaze sends shivers down your spine. Once you're facing forward again, he grabs the disposable marker, dropping the cap to the tray next to you, his eyes never leaving your lips. His thumb delicately, almost hesitantly, brushes over your lower lip. It's such a soft touch, you swear you imagined it, but your body freezes nonetheless. 

He continues working, taking stock of  your nose and where he is going to put the piercing, as if a fire isn’t raging inside of you with every sweep of his skin against yours. It’s only then, face to face, that you clearly see the color of his eyes. His turquoise eyes are so dazzling that the screen on your phone did not do them justice. The ocean you had thought of earlier would be jealous; his eyes were radiant, shining like the Northern lights gleaming off a glacier. 

Your brain was clearly turning into mush.  

After cleaning the area and marking the small dot on your nose, he tells you to look in the floor length mirror to make sure you like the placement. Once you’ve moved your face this way and that, you tell him you like the placement and take a seat. The septum was an awkward spot, but you think where he has it marked will look perfect. 

Gazing back up at him, you watch his face, pinching in concentration as he makes sure the clamp is placed just so. Once he’s satisfied, he looks to you.

“Ready Kitten?” 

You respond with a soft mhm, still entranced by the luminosity of his eyes. He lines the needle up and you take a deep breath, releasing slowly as the needle slides through your skin. You’ve had so many piercings you don’t even flinch anymore and you can tell that catches him off guard by the way his eyebrows shoot up. With your jaw back in his grasp, Chifuyu grabs a q-tip, cleaning the area once more and wiping the little bit of blood that pools. 

“Still doing ok?” He mumbles, gently tiling your face up to meet yours.

“Yes,” You respond, voice just as soft. You can’t explain what’s going through your head. How much he’s affecting you. Why is he affecting you so much?  You can’t help imagining what would happen if you gripped his shirt and tugged him down for a kiss, even with the new piercing, but you know that’s ridiculous… Right? You can tell he’s breathing heavily, like he just ran a marathon, but he hasn’t moved for a few moments. His gaze caught and held yours, like he was also searching for an answer to the millions of questions running through his head. 

It was then that the door swung open, both of you jumping. 

The purple mop of hair snuck around the door frame. “Bro I gotta dip, emergency with the sisters. Baji and Kisaki are out and Tora is on his way out. Can you or Hanma lock up?” Without waiting for an answer, Mitsuya throws his keys to Chifuyu and slams the door with so much force that it bounces back a little bit. The door is now cracked, but since there’s only two other people in the shop, and you can hear the buzz of the tattoo machine, you know they’re still occupied. Chifuyu looks back at you, blush creeping over his face.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He tosses the keys onto the counter. 

“No worries, shit happens.” Your nose feels a little swollen from the new piercing, making moving your face around feel a little funny, but you give him a small smile nonetheless. You don’t know if it’s because he’s already watching your nose swell from the wound or if there’s another reason, but you watch his eyes travel down to your lips again. You think it must be the professionalism, that he’s just checking over his work, but you know you’re just kidding yourself. You can see the sparks in his eyes, whether you acknowledge them or not. 

“So, navel piercing. I’m gonna have you stand while I mark it and then I’ll have you lay down so I can make sure it’s still centered and then I’ll have you lay back to pierce it.” His face is flushed and he steps back to give you room to stand. Dropping down from the chair, you stand as straight as you can manage, grateful you had actually worn a cropped shirt -even more thankful that you can wear one to work- as Chifuyu pulls a small rolling stool out from behind the chair you’ve been sitting in. Once it’s in front of you, he sits, removing his old gloves and grabs the piercing marker from the tray. Suddenly his hands are on your hips and you almost choke on air as he subtly moves your hips around, trying to catch the right angles. 

This can’t be normal, you think, but are you really complaining? On the contrary, his touch is almost electrifying, goose bumps raising along your skin. Without realizing it, you’ve tensed up. He grips your hips a little bit harder, but in a soothing way.

“Relax for me Kitten. This ain’t gonna turn out good if you're tensed up like that.” 

“Oh yea, sorry.”

Taking a deep breath, you try to do just that, willing your body to relax even though every nerve is screaming at you. He’s taking up so much space. Not physically, but mentally. He’s getting to you in such a way that you don’t quite know how to deal with it. Normally, you’re a huge chatterbox, very extroverted. No trouble keeping up with people in social situations. Speaking with him, spinning in his orbit, it’s like his gravity is pulling you in and you can’t fight it. The feeling is leaving you speechless, breathless. And now is so not the time to be having a whole conniption over this. 

“No worries Love,” He smirks, finally looking to mark your skin. The marker is cool as he drags in over your skin. It’s just two little dots, but you feel yourself shivering. 

“Okay, go check in the mirror, make sure you like it.” Chifuyu pushes his chair backwards so he isn’t in your way, pushing it back into the space behind the large chair. 

Again, you go through your process of determining if you like the placement, lowkey surprised that you like the placement on both of the piercings on the first try. You’re very picky about stuff like that. 

“Yea, it looks great actually!” 

“Perfect. Hop back up, I gotta go grab the jewelry from the front, Mitsuya forgot to bring it back here. Give me a sec. Can I grab you anything? Water? Tea? One of the guys has a bunch of Capri-Sun’s stashed that he thinks we don’t know about.”

A laugh escapes you, “You know what? A Capri-Sun would be perfect.” 

“Gotchu,” Chifuyu winks, then leaves in a hurry, leaving the door wide open in his haste. Not even two minutes later, a tall lanky guy you hadn’t seen yet saunters in, eyes locking onto you in an instant. His eyes remind you of a cat’s, and not in a good way. You immediately try to shrink back into the chair and he gives you a smirk. 

“Where’s Chifuyu?” You point in the direction of the front.

“Mitsuya leave keys in here?”

“Uhh, yea…” You point to the keyring on the counter.

“Thanks Lovely. Have yourself a goodnight.” With a feral grin, he walks back out of the room, leaving you hopelessly confused. You assume he was the tattoo artist behind the gorgeous partition in the back of the studio, but you try not to think about him beyond that. 

When Chifuyu makes it back into the room, you’ve already brushed the strange encounter off, not wanting to dwell on, well, the weirdness. 

“You okay?” He asked, concern pinching his eyebrows. Ok, maybe you didn’t brush it off as good as you thought you had.

“Yea, I was just surprised. That really tall guy, blotch of tattoos on his neck and hands, dressed like a goth biker wanna be? Attitude that would make your grandma cry? He came in, asked a few questions, then left.” 

Chifuyu snorts at your description, trying to hide it behind a cough, before rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ah, Hanma? Yea, sorry about him. He’s… He’s a character. I shouldn't've left the door open.” 

You giggle at the way he’s trying to professionally call Hanma a weirdo. “I promise it’s fine. I’m used to strange interactions. I work with kids.” He gives a full laugh then, and nothing has ever sounded more melodic to your ears. 

While you’re trying to fight the smile you know is going to look insane, he says, “You might just be able to handle him then.”  

Then he clears his throat, handing you the Capri-Sun. “Here’s that for ya,” he quickly opens his own, and you follow suit. 

“Tell me about yourself Kitten, what brought you in today? People normally don’t do piercing walk-ins for fun. I mean, I guess they do, but you seem different.” He leans back, palms pressed to the top of the counter, Capri-Sun in reach. He stares at you like you were the most interesting piece of art in the Museum.

“Not much to tell really, I just needed something different from my every day and I had the evening off.” You launch into an explanation about your jobs, about school, about life becoming stagnant. Dumping everything into this stranger.

“Ah-” you cut yourself off, “I’m sorry. I’m a talker, I didn’t mean to dump that all on you.” you brush your hair behind your ear, embarrassed. 

“Don’t worry about it, I like listening to you talk. You’re intriguing.” He raises his brow, but you’re frozen, face possibly a little bit red. “You’re intriguing”?!? What the hell does that mean?!?

He chuckles at your reaction, quickly drinking the rest of the juice box before tossing it into the trash can.

“Alright, I’m gonna double check that the marker stayed really quick, then we’ll get you all taken care of.” 

Rising, you stand in front of him once more with your Capri-Sun in hand, watching his face as he appraises the marks he made. Almost of their own accord, his hands find their way to your hips, and your breath catches in your throat. Is he even aware that he’s lowkey rubbing small circles into your hips with his thumbs? Is he aware of the heat building within you?

You try to think of anything, anything else but the way his hands grip you.

The movie you want to see.

That book you just finished.

The weather report you read yesterday.

How you should really call your grandmot-

“Alright, I’m gonna lower the back of the chair down and then I’ll have you lay down for me.” You can only nod in response, your breath still caught in your throat. 

You remind yourself to breathe, trying to stealthily take a deep breath while he messes with the chair. Once everything is in place, you slide past him, almost with a deliberate closeness, wanting to drive him as crazy as he makes you. Your chest is so close to his, you don’t know that paper could slip through. Your heart is beating so fast you're surprised he can’t hear it. Tilting your head, you meet his eyes, whispering a small “Thanks” before slipping up onto the table. You keep eye contact as you lay back, crossing your ankles and your wrists over your chest. He holds your stare for a moment, then turns to grab the tray table with the piercing instruments on it. 

After his gloves are on, he repeats the same processes as the previous piercing: double check placement, sterilize, clamp.

“Ready?” His voice is steady, but low, calming your still rapidly beating heart. After you take another deep breath, Chifuyu skillfully slides the needle through the guiding marks he had made and removes the clamp. In the span of a deep breath, he’s got the jewelry in. One hand is cleaning the blood that’s slowly dripping from the new wound, his other hand on your hip. His grip isn’t tight, but it’s steady, his thumb absentmindedly brushing up and down the surface of your skin. Goosebumps raise your skin where his thumb drags and your breaths come out in choppy, uneven gasps. Your eyes are glued to his face, to the concentration that spilled across  his features. He mumbles, something that sounds suspiciously like, good girl but you don’t call him on it, opting to stay as still as you can manage.

His hand suddenly stills, as if he’d finally realized what he was doing. Clearing his throat, he takes a step back and gestures to the mirror. Chifuyu strips the gloves off, then runs a hand through his hair; immediately your brain starts imagining scenarios of your own hands brushing through the strands, how soft his hair would be. 

“Check it out in the mirror, let me know what you think.” 

The teal jem is a stark contrast against your skin, and it’s perfect. You’d say it captures the essence of Chifuyu’s eyes as perfectly as a piece of stock jewelry can… Not that you’d ever tell him that. 

“It’s perfect!” You turn and smile at him. 

A thought crosses your mind, and you decide to go for it. You jump back onto the piercing table, crossing your legs underneath you like you’re making yourself at home. 

“Your turn, tell me about yourself.” You say it like a challenge, and he grins right back at you. 

Chifuyu launches into a story about why he became a piercer, the path he took to become one, following his best friend from shop to shop until they landed here. 

“Okay, okay, who’s idea was it to have matching handles?” 

He lets out a laugh, bashfully scratching at the back of his neck. “Technically mine. Baji already had the ride or die tattoos handle, I thought it would be funny to copy him. Unfortunately for me, he thought it was hilarious, and it’s stuck since.” 

You let out a giggle, leaning back on your palms, “That’s adorable.”

“You’re adorable.” In the blink of an eye, he’s standing in front of you, all traces of silliness gone from his eyes, but there’s a cocky smirk gracing his lips. Instinctively, you sit up straighter, hands rubbing up and down your thighs. One of his hands comes back up, softly tracing the line of your jaw, hooking a finger underneath to tilt your head up, ensnaring your gaze with his. His thumb runs along your bottom lip, just like it did earlier, but there’s more intention this time, a fire you don’t want to put out. 

“Can I kiss you?” He mumbles softly and you’re nodding before he’s even finished his sentence. Of their own accord, your hands have moved to grip the edge of his shirt, not pushing him away, not pulling him closer, just holding, like it’ll ground you. 

Chifuyu leans down, his lips ghosting over yours, like he’s waiting for you to pull away. When you don’t, he crushes his lips to yours. It’s a messy, hungry kiss, like he’d been starving and you were his only source of sustenance that would sustain him. He gently nips at your bottom lip, then soothes it over with his tongue, yet expertly avoiding your newly pierced nose in the process. The feeling makes you groan, opening just enough for him to slide his tongue against yours. Nothing could stop the heat growing within you. 

As you pull back for air, fingers still gripping his shirt like a lifeline, his eyes bore into yours. He opens his mouth to say something, but is cut off by a sound coming from beyond the door. Something that sounds suspiciously like moaning. Both of you freeze, eyes widening with something akin to horror. Without realizing it, the buzzing of the tattoo machine had stopped, replaced by other sounds, sounds you could’ve played off… Until you heard a chorus of “fucks” followed by more moaning and the sound of something scraping against the floor. It was a full blown fuck fest just beyond the door of the piercing room and the two of you were now privy to the show. 

Chifuyu coughs, face turning red, muttering bastard low under his breath. You’re frozen in place, is someone really heaving sex out there right now?!I

“Dear god, I’m so sorry,” he leans over you, placing a hand on either side of your hips. His head drops to your shoulder and he’s whispering, like he’s afraid the people in the other room could hear him. “I told you he was a piece of work. You said he grabbed the keys right?” 

You can only nod, not trusting yourself to not laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation and the mortification across Chifuyu’s face. 

“Great, we’re sneaking out the back.” Chifuyu grabs your bag off the chair in the corner, hiking it over his shoulder then grabs your hand, silently cracking the door open further, just enough for the two of you to sneak through. He peeks around the door, before silently pulling you after him. You place your other hand over your mouth to keep from laughing; the sounds from behind that beautiful divider have gotten louder now that you’re in the main space and the whole situation is just hilarious. 

You can hear muttered words, both male and female echoing through the otherwise empty space. Then you recognize the scraping sound as the tattoo table, before he pulls you through the door that had been marked “Employees Only”. Still moving quickly through the office, he pauses to grab a few things off a desk before slamming into the door leading outside. Only after the door has firmly closed do you let out the most heinous belly laugh you’ve ever released. Tears are falling down your face and you’re clutching your stomach, begging to whatever gods are listening for a break because, 

“I can’t breathe, ohmygosh!” Never in your wildest dreams would you ever imagine something like that happening. Do people really get it on in tattoo shops? Your newly pierced belly button is screaming at you, begging for relief from your laughing, but the situation is too crazy, you can’t stop laughing. 

“Oh gods, you go girl,” you mumble, wiping at your eyes. You look around, gaze stopping on Chifuyu and the very intent look on his face. He’s staring at you and try as you might, you can’t decode the meaning behind the look. Your breath catches in your throat as he begins to walk toward you, his pace slow and lazy like a cat stalking its prey. Rooted to your spot, your eyes track his path, a small smile still on your lips. 

He stops just in front of you, his hands resting on your hips like they had always belonged there. 

“Hi,” you whispered, needing to break the tension as you looked up at him. Your heart was beating so hard you thought it might pop out of your chest. This was beyond anything your mind could’ve imagined when you had clicked on that post a couple hours prior. 

He gives you a cocky grin back, pressing into you until there was no space between his chest and yours. His hands slid backwards, from your hips to the small of your back, stopping just before your ass. 

“Hi,” he mumbles back, head dipping down to yours. You meet him halfway, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Once more, his lips are moving in tandem with yours, his hands continuing their path down to grip your ass while your fingers tangle in his hair. This kiss is messier, needier, like you’d devour each other if you could. Clearly, he was still being cautious of your new piercings, trying to keep himself from pressing too hard into your stomach, and being cautious of your nose, but that doesn't stop him from tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. Chifuyu pulls back from your lips, but in favor of trailing delicate kisses across your jaw and down your neck, teeth grazing the junction between your neck and your shoulder, before smoothing the mark over with his tongue. Soft gasps cross your lips, and he brings his lips to your ears.

“What do I have to do to get you to make more sounds like that Kitten?” A full groan leaves your lips this time, and you gently but firmly grip his hair to pull him back, locking eyes. 

“Just say please.” You give him a cheeky grin, watching his eyes widen; he hadn’t actually expected you to respond in kind, let alone agree. 

“Can I please take you back to my place to see what other pretty little sounds I can get out of you?” He asks in a husky voice as he dips his head back down, nipping at your earlobe. You suck in a breath, hands resting on his chest. A feeling akin to fireworks shooting off throughout your body shoots through you, resting heavily in your chest and between your legs. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, and a grin takes form on his face, the decision to go with him easy. With your hand in his, Chifuyu leads you around the building to the front of the tattoo parlor. 

Before you know it, you’re in his place, back pressed to the wall, kissing him like your life depends on it. While your hands are traveling up to lace behind his neck, his hands are slowly inching down, like he’s mapping out every inch of you. His hands glide over your waist, resting on the curve of your ass, pushing your hips to meet his for a moment. A moan rips out of you as you feel him against you, his hands continuing their dizzingly slow descent downward. Finding purchase behind your thighs, he lifts you gently, encouraging you to wrap your legs around him. 

When he breaks for air you trail soft kisses across his jawline, slowly moving down his neck. Lightly dragging your teeth across his pulse point, you quickly sooth the area with your tongue. Chifuyu groans beneath you, pulling both of you away from the wall, determined to get you to the bedroom. His hands disappear underneath your shirt, delicately traveling the expanse of your back, down your hips to your ass as he carries you. 

As soon as he’s close enough Chifuyu playfully tosses you onto the bed, following closely behind with a knee in between your thighs and a hand at the back of your neck. Just before his lips meet yours, a loud, annoyed meow sounds from behind you. Whipping your head towards the source, you catch a quick glimpse of black fur and the flick of a tail before the cat is jumping off the bed. 

It’s enough to send you into another fit of laughter, hands covering your face.

“I’m so sorry,”  you yell after the cat, who’s now making his way out of the room, swishing his tail like you singlehandedly offended his bloodline. Drawing your gaze back up, you note that Chifuyu is staring down at you, piercing teal eyes shining with humor and something else. He crawls further over you, hands on either side of your head, and hovers. 

“What?” you whisper, transfixed in his gaze, and the way he’s fit himself over you.   

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles sincerily. A breath catches in your throat, and you find yourself speechless. Normally, you’d have a quick retort, but it’s like every thought has evaporated from your head except for one thing: him. Above you. Arguably hot as fuck, though you can’t get the words out. Suddenly you want nothing more than him, his skin against yours. Gripping his shirt, you pull him down towards you as you arch up to him, pressing your lips to his. Your hands hastily make their way to the edge of his shirt, fumbling to get it up. Finally, he takes pity on you and breaks the kiss just long enough to bring the shirt over his head and toss it to the floor, before meeting your lips again. A few short, quick pecks to your lips are all you get before his hands slip to the edge of your shirt, sliding it up your chest just as you had done to him. Your shirt quickly lands somewhere near his on the floor, your pants then his joining the fray.  His hands had been ghosting over your bare skin, like he wanted to touch everything yet had no idea where to put them, until they shifted to your arms. Lacing his fingers through yours, Chifuyu draws your arms over your head, holding them there as he places kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, subtly inhaling the scent of your shampoo and the lingering traces of the perfume you had put on that morning. Soft whimpers escape your lips as each kiss presses to your skin like a painter laying paint on a canvas. A fire is building in your core, and when his teeth graze your skin, it’s like you’ve forgotten how to breathe. You want to cry out, breathe heavily, buck your hips up to meet his but your body isn’t cooperating and he is over you just enough to render you mostly immobile. Just as your body is trying to figure out how to react, he’s moved lower, kissing your chest as he undoes the clasp on your bra. 

Once the flimsy piece of clothing is gone, he sits back, marveling at your mostly naked form beneath him. His desire for you, for your body, to worship every single part of you and the ground you walked on was growing with each passing second. Chifuyu takes his time, eyes hungrily eating up every inch of your exposed skin; every stretch mark, every freckle, the little mole that decorated your skin that you hated. He watches the way your chest rises and falls and the way your boobs delicately move with each breath. Hungry eyes catching the way you curl your fingers into the sheets, the way you bend your knees in towards each other. 

“I’m going to find and introduce myself to every single freckle you have. I want to know each one personally,” he growls. Spreading your knees apart and settling between them, he starts with your exposed breasts. True to his word, Chifuyu presses sloppy, wet kisses to each freckle he finds leaving a small trail of saliva with each pass. He pauses at each nipple, lightly biting at each pebble until you whimper then soothing the sting with his tongue before moving onto the next freckle. His goal was clear: force any and every sound he could out of your pretty mouth. 

His lips continue down the length of your torso, acquainting himself with freckles you didn’t even know you had while expertly avoiding the jewelry he had just installed earlier. A loud moan is suddenly extracted from you as he places his hands over your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. From his spot below your navel, where he’s still pressing kisses down on your skin like raindrops, he’s watching your every reaction, pausing to see what causes each sound you make and adjusting his hands on you to ensure he can drag all the pretty little sounds he knows you can make out of your mouth. Your hands cover his, squeezing them softly as you arch further into him. You’re already feeling overstimulated and trying to figure out how to collect yourself, but he just grins and removes his hands, dragging them down your stomach to where he knows you need him the most. Over the fabric of your panties, he teases your throbbing clit with his fingers, subsequently drawing small sputters from your lips as your hips move against his hands, chasing the pleasure. He’s grinning, drinking in every exquisite noise you make and every way your body responds to him. 

He’s never one to put his pleasure first, but he’s straining in the confines of his jeans, trying to focus on you and your pleasure. The battle is lost, his need to be inside you clouding his mind. He withdraws his fingers, before using them to toy with the waistband of your panties, smirking when he realizes just how wet they are. Hooking his thumbs under the thin material, Chifuyu starts to drag them down your legs painfully slowly, following his hands with his teeth and giving a devious grin when he draws out long, loud gasps from you. Under his breath, he’s muttering sweet nothings, words that make your heart pound in your chest: beautiful, sexy, ravishing. His teeth lazily sink into your hip, your thighs, your calves, driving you absolutely mad with lust.

As soon as the fabric is cleared from your legs, he stands and sheds the rest of his clothes before crawling back up your legs, trailing more kisses and scattered love bites across your skin. Settling between your legs, he gives you a goofy grin, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you (and he does). 

“Ready Kitten?” His voice is like velvet, soft and smooth in your ears. The fire pooling between your legs has become unbearable, a constant pressure that you need immediate relief from. A lock of hair falls in front of his face and you’re nodding as you draw it back from his eyes. 

“Yea,” you tell him, voice straining with growing desperation. Your body is humming; excitement, raw desire and a million other emotions coursing through you. By this point, you need him more than you can put into words, throbbing at your core like you’ve never experienced. 

Then he’s grinding himself against you, coating himself in your wetness groaning, “You’re fucking soaked.” 

Chifuyu has a hand on your hip to hold you steady, his other hand guiding himself to your entrance and gently easing himself in. He groans again as he slides in easily, your arousal making it easy for him. His eyes never leave yours as he pushes himself in before he stills. Wave after wave of pleasure ripples through you, your eyes rolling back and he drinks in the sight. He hasn’t even begun moving yet, but the way he fills you is excruciating in all of the best ways. You’re a whimpering mess beneath him and he’s never heard a sound quite  so magnificent. 

Chifuyu leans over you to grab your wrists, holding them above your head with one hand. With his other hand, he grips your thigh, hooking your leg over his hip and holding you there. Your breathing has gone erratic, feeling him inside you without moving is driving you crazy. Soft mewling sounds leave your lips, your hips trying to rock against his, your body  begging him to move, but his hips have yours pinned. 

Finally you find your voice, “Move, please god, move.” 

His hips quickly respond, pulling back until he’s got just the tip inside of you, then thrusting back in and setting a slow, even pace. Releasing your wrists, Chifuyu grips your waist, abruptly pulling your hips up to meet his, dramatically changing the angle and increasing his speed as each thrust pulls sound after sound from you. Transfixed, he’s watching every reaction you give him, mentally filing away every little whine you make, every moan that graces your lips. With each sound you feed him, he drives into you a little faster. He can feel himself already nearing release, but he refuses to finish until you do. Sneaking a hand between your sweat soaked bodies, he rubs at your clit, desperate to bring you to the precipice of pleasure. 

With your hands grip the bed sheets, you try to ground yourself as you feel pressure building, to no avail. When his thumb brushes over your most sensitive area, you cry out, back arching off the bed. Your hips are erratically bucking up to meet his, chasing the ecstasy he’s providing with every thrust. The sound of his skin repeatedly smacking against yours echoes through the room, followed by little cries from your mouth.

“I’m gonna-” You gasp.       

Like he can sense your impending climax, he drives you harder, faster, his thumb bullying your clit. 

When you finally explode, with his name spilling off your tongue, it’s like a million fireworks shooting off all over your body: every nerve is on fire, every sound slipping between your lips like a dam has broken. You’re hyperaware of your nails grappling at the sheets, of your toes curling, how every part of you is trembling, of Chifuyu and every point along your body where his skin meets yours, including where you’re still gushing around his positioning length. His hands have softened their grip, holding onto the outside of your thighs as he watches you, grinding into you to prolong your orgasm. Once you’ve stopped trembling, he increases his pace once more, chasing after his own release now that he’s satisfied with yours. Charming sounds are falling out of his mouth and there’s something so attractive about him making these sounds that you reflexively clench around him. He groans, dropping his head to your shoulder, hands on either side of you to hold his weight from resting on you completely. Your hands fly to his hair and his shoulders, gripping with just enough strength to lock him in place. 

“Fuck Kitten,” he moans through clenched teeth. With a shudder, he stills with his hips pressed tightly to yours, his release flooding into you. 

You stay like that for a bit , relishing in the feeling of each other and the absolute pleasure you had just experienced. 

Without a word, Chifuyu picks his head off your shoulder and places a quick to your nose before sitting up, pulling out of you with a soft squelch. After he makes his way to the bathroom, wetting a cloth to clean you up with, he gently cleans you up with a featherlight touch. You’re squirming beneath him by the time he’s done, wanting his hands all over you once more. Satisfied, he tosses the rag to the floor and lays beside you and gathers you to his side. Your head is on his chest while you’re absentmindedly tracing a finger along his skin, drawing an imaginary picture across his sculpted chest. Neither of you speak, content to just exist in each other’s orbits. Until a thought crosses your mind that has you shooting up and staring down at him.

“I never paid for my piercings!” You gasp in horror. You’d never stolen a thing in your life and you weren’t about to start now. That is, until his laugh reverberates throughout the room. Once he catches his breath, he looks up at you, hair framing your face and has to compose himself in more ways than one. He gently tugs on your arm until you fall back to his chest and he moves stray hairs away from your face. 

“After Hanma being a little shit today, you can consider the bill paid. I’ll talk to Mitsuya about it, don’t even worry your pretty little head about it. As long as you promise to see me again.” A million emotions shine in his eyes, but hope screams the loudest. Giving him a soft smile, you nod.

“I promise. But the jewelry and your time-” he puts a finger to your lips.

“I’m telling you not to worry about it. Call it a discount for the damage done to your ears,” he chuckles at himself, “and for some slight piercer error. I definitely did not give you any aftercare instructions.” 

“Oh you gave me some after care, that's for sure.” you mumble teasingly. 

“Just keep seeing me. We’ll be good.” His eyebrows raise, waiting for your response. 

“Okay.”  

He presses a soft kiss to your lips.

If it weren't for my mutual @xdeepinthewillowx and this collab, I never wouldv'e written this. I have this fear that I'm going to write the character incorrectly and then everyone will hate me and I'll never write again... So thank you for pushing me to continue this!

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics.

Also y'all, the space button on my keyboard is on the fritz so if you notice extra spaces... No you don't.

If you need Hanma's side, here ya go!

Insight: Recently, I was able to get my good friend and irl moot to watch TR and she loved it. We've also been motivating each other this year to write more. So naturally, we decided to do a fun collab together! It's been a blast to write and bounce ideas back and forth with you and also baking and borrowing sugar from each other's mind palace's. I am so proud of the both of us for how much time and work went into this and we cannot wait to share this soon!

Description: (Separate) ❤

-Tattoo Artist!Shuji Hanma x fem!reader. @xdeepinthewillowx

-Piercer!Chifuyu x fem!reader. @tonightweletitburn

A new year always brings in new goals and new outlooks on life and what better way to solidify those feelings than to acquire a new body mod. Like most people these days, you take to social media and find that everything you need is only one captivating post away.

"@/Rewind_Tattoo&Piercing is paving its way into a new era for body art establishments everywhere. With the creative use of its content and hashtags, they are taking out their competition (and taking your money) one reel at a time. Booking is easy, just click on the artist page you want to meet with and they'll take over the rest from there. Contact Mitsuya at the front desk for more information."

@/Shibuya_ReaperTattoos : Shuji Hanma - floral specialist

@/Ride_Or_Die_Piercer : Chifuyu Matsuno - piercing professional

@/Ride_Or_Die_Tattoos : Keisuke Baji - duel wielding piercings and neo traditional

@/TrOubedtigeRtAttooer : Kazutora Hanemiya - japanese traditional enthusiast

Warnings: This will be NSFW. MDNI.

Best Friend AU

GN Reader

Warnings: none

The couch was old, so worn that there was a permanent indent in the cushion where you sat, and that was just how you liked it. Since the sun was still softly filtering through the windows, lights hadn't been turned on in the small apartment, but the glow from the movie helped illuminate the space well enough. A soft blanket was wrapped around your shoulders, and the warm mug of tea between your hands was teetering on your knee as you sat cross-legged, facing your best friend. You were sitting in an old t-shirt Dazai had forgotten at your place once, some comfortable shorts and fuzzy socks, relishing in the warmth.

You’d never tell him, but he was looking ridiculously handsome in a t-shirt and sweatpants, lounging on the opposite side of the couch like he lived there. Which, he practically did. Most evenings, when y’all weren’t working, were spent like this: the two of you hanging out in your living room, talking about everything under the sun, watching movies and just existing in the same space.

Somewhere in those years of hanging out, late night talks, and inside jokes, you had realized that your feelings for him had gone beyond the scope of friendship. Because y’all had known each other for years by now- even if it felt like a lifetime- you recognized that he most likely didn’t and wouldn’t like you back. And that was totally okay. You were fine with being friends because even if that was all you could be, you were content. Friends still meant existing in the same orbit. Friends meant Dazai’s contact photo still graced your phone screen as he messaged you. Friends still meant sharing parts of yourselves with each other and with every little piece of the puzzle that made up Dazai, you liked him that much more. However it did not mean it curbed all the thoughts that ran through your head, all the words and actions that you read into, the silly jokes you couldn’t forget even if you tried. Friends did not usually mean you spent all your free time thinking about Dazai, or talking about him to other people. All of your friends know his name, how you met, some parts of conversations the two of you have had. People like your sister and your best friend are actually rooting for you and Dazai, which does nothing for you but fuel your hormone induced delusions.

When the delusion fueled clouds dissipated, you recognized that you didn’t want to spend your whole life pining after someone who wouldn’t reciprocate. So that left you going on dates with stupid men who were clearly only after one thing.

“And then he told me he didn't see this going anywhere else! All because I told him I wouldn't sleep with him! It was the second date! Gods, I know how to pick them, don’t I?” Exasperation laced through your voice, and you would've thrown your hands up if it weren't for the tea resting between your fingers. Dazai scoffed and rolled his eyes but said nothing, eyes glued to the screen. Though he looked inattentive, especially since he was being unusually quiet, you knew he was listening.

“I'm just going to stick to fictional men. They're more predictable, less heartache. Look at him,” you gestured to the TV where the anime guy was simply existing. It was an anime you had watched multiple times, so you know who he is, what he’s like, how he acts. “I know at the end of this scene, he's going right home to his girl. Predictable. Easy. Safe.” Of course, there's a million fictional men you could say the opposite of, but you chose this show specifically for the love story, and it helped emphasize your point.

Putting the mug aside, you burrow down further into the blanket and rest your head on the back of the couch, completely unaware of Dazai watching you from the corner of his eye.

Minutes pass, then your phone suddenly starts blowing up. It’s the same dude who blew you off, drunkenly calling and texting and the impulse to throw your phone across the room is strong. You almost do, until you feel strong hands gripping the back of your knees, pulling you to the other side of the couch. Phone flying to the floor, your back hits the couch cushion and Dazai is suddenly over you, a hand on each side of your head. Heart fluttering, you stare up at him, a mixture of shock and apprehension written on your face and any words you could say caught in your throat.

“I’m tired of watching all of these other guys garner your attention,” he practically growls, and your breath is caught in your throat. He leans further down to you, like he’s making sure he has your full attention, and boy does he. With Dazai above you, you can see how his eyes shone with emotions you couldn't describe. Gone is your usually goofy best friend, the friend who has a dark joke for every occasion and usually doesn’t take things seriously. In front of you is a man that you hardly get to witness, a man who’s handling this with the utmost seriousness, and that makes you swallow hard, heart pounding. “I'm stupid, I'm selfish, I'm careless. My mind is almost always a mess. I have dark thoughts that I can’t always shake off. My anxiety is a monster of its own. I usually have no idea what I'm doing, but I know that I want you. I have always wanted you. I want you in the morning when your hair is a mess and you think your breath smells bad. I want you on your bad days when you can't stop crying and your mind is a mess. I want you when you're so excited to tell me how your day went or when you want to talk about the anime you’re currently watching. I want you all the days when you don't want yourself, and I want you on all the days where your thoughts are loud and you can't straighten them out. I love your laugh and how it changes depending on how funny you think something is. I love the way you dance when you think no one is watching you. There is not a thing about you that I’ve seen that I haven’t fallen in love with. I want to spend the rest of my life discovering your little quirks and falling in love with all the parts of you that you’ve fallen out of love with.” he pauses, like he can’t believe the words that just came tumbling out of his mouth. To be fair, neither can you.

It takes a moment for your brain to work, to form words. “I want you too,” you whisper back, “I've always wanted you.” You're staring up at him, nervously biting on your lip, when you are graced with the most dazzling smile. You open your mouth to continue, but you’re silenced by his lips on yours.

When his lips pressed against yours, there were no butterflies in your stomach. No fireworks going off in your head. Warmth settled over you, like a soft blanket, like you knew you were finally home.

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Through The First Anxiety Attack

Word Count: 1,342

Warnings: Anxiety attack

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1,034

Warnings: Literally None

One look. 

That was all it took.

One small smile in your direction, and you knew you were hooked. 

How could you not be? 

Their eyes were sparkling pools of everything you wanted, and everything you didn’t know you needed. With a color so vibrant, you didn’t think you could find the words to accurately describe it. You tried, oh, how you tried. But how do you explain a color that pulls you in like a void, yet showers you in a kaleidoscope of color you could never fully understand?

With that blinding smile that immediately sent a frenzy of butterflies fluttering through your belly, nervous, anxious, but never in a bad way. A smile you would move heaven and Earth to keep safe, to keep present on their lips. 

The way the sound of their voice wrapped around you like a warm hug, pulling you in like a tender surrender, as the sound delicately entranced you. You’d do anything to keep them talking, anything to continue hearing the soft timbre. Like a gentle breeze dancing through the most delicate of wind chimes. 

One look.

And you were completely devoted.

Y'all. It is 130am, I just finished my homework. I am borderline delirious with how tired I am. But I was talking to my mutual about how I wanted to write, but couldn't figure out what to write about. So here is a small blurb you can blame on my Dibs piece, because my brain is stuck on this one person (F*ck having a crush, bro. It's silly.)

Anyways.

I'm normally a descriptive writer. I don't write dialogue very often (which is wild based on what I've been putting onto my blog 🙃). So this is more reminiscent of how I write.

So I hope someone enjoys.

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Chapter 2

Word Count: 1148

Warnings: none

Mentions Alcohol