Anime Oneshots (That Are Mostly Smut)

🍋 Hitoshi Shinso | Tattooed Heart

CW‼️ Oral, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Hand Kink(?), Public Sex (But not really exhibitionism), FEELINGS, Tattoo Artist reader, Pro Hero Shinso, Some back and forth flirting but they're both kinda bad at it , Overstimulation, Dom Shinso, Choking Kink, Orgasm Delay, Chubby reader, Talk of branding by tattoo,  Reader is in her mid twenties, Shinso late twenties, unprotected sex and I think that's it lol. Enjoy!

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You sighed as you looked out the window in front of you, leaning back in your chair so you could see your coworker, "Hey Jas, will you go pick up some food?" You ask your upside down college friend and coworker Jasmine. The blonde just laughs, standing up from her chair and you follow

"It is lunchtime, so why not? And besides it's not like we have any business right now" she responds, gesturing to the ghost town that was your tattoo parlor.

See, ever since you were little, you knew that you wanted to be a tattoo artist. It was just so freeing. You loved giving people designs that made them feel heard, or that really meant something to them. It never failed to put a smile on your own face, as well as your clients'.

While you were in college you worked your ass off. Trying to find the perfect place, perfect employees, perfect design, perfect prices, perfect everything! All while balancing your classes, and the part time job you had.

But it was all worth it when your dreams finally came true. A year after you graduated college and your business is booming. You would get so many customers on the regular, scheduled and walk-ins. But you didn't mind, you had a few employees that you loved to death, and everything was perfect.

That was, until someone happened to walk into your tattoo parlor

"Yeah just get, um, Chinese. Yeah, that's what I'm in the mood for" you finally say to Jasmine after having taken so long to decide on what to eat. She huffs out an annoyed breath, but still throws you a smile as the bell to the front door rang when she walked out.

You had maybe two minutes to yourself before the bell rang again, "Oh Jas, did you forget some-?" you turn to the front door from behind the counter to ask, but stop short when you see a tall, seemingly jacked male standing in front of the door. His face was covered with a mask, his eyes with sunglasses, and his hair with a hat. Your first instinct, of course, was that he was here to rob you. You immediately bend down and pick up your bat as you hold it up in a position where you're ready to hit

"I am not just gonna let you rob me, just so you know. I'm a fighter. So, come at me" you prompt, moving the bat around in your hand as sweat dripped down your forehead

The man just looked at you for a second, then a small laugh slipped through his lips. Once that happened, it was like a dam had opened. His laughter got louder, fast. You felt nervous, as you didn't know why he was laughing, but he did have a nice laugh nonetheless

"Woah, I'm not here to rob you, Beads" he says, referring to the accessories that hung off the ends of your braids. His voice was deeper than you assumed it was based on his laugh, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.

The mystery man began to remove his disguise, his mask first, and once his hat came off you immediately knew who he was thanks to his famous periwinkle locks. Your eyes widened as your bat fell to the floor, a loud noise to go along with it, "You- You're Pro-Hero Mind Jack!" you say aloud, more to ground yourself than anything.

He chuckled as he took off his sunglasses, "Yes, I am. And I was actually hoping for a tattoo today, not a bat to the head" he teases with a point to the forgotten bat on the floor.
You feel embarrassment course through you, quickly picking up the bat and putting it back behind the counter where it belonged.