sadly dont got the emoji on my keyboard but tattooes? maybe the reader has angel wings on their shoulder blades
That’s such a cute idea 🥹 Thank u for the request, anon! I’ve thought about writing tattooed!reader before, but never went through with it! And it’s funny cuz I got 2 requests asking for it hehe so I decided to do a SFW and a NSFW one. This is the SFW (slightly suggestive towards the end tho :P) Hope you like it!
LIKE AN ANGEL
Joost x gn!reader
Description: Reader gets a tattoo. Joost helps with the aftercare
Word count: 1.9k
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Persistent rays of sunlight illuminated the quiet bedroom through the blinds in a warm, yet annoying way. It should be well past Joost's usual wake up time judging by how bright the room was, and his sleepy eyes insisted on staying closed, trying to avoid the intrusion. How dare the sun interrupt his peaceful sleep on a Sunday morning? The brightness completely ignored his eyelids just like it was ignoring the blinds, and made him reluctantly open them - his sensitive blues being exposed to the light. A huff left his lips as he blindly searched for his office siren glasses on the nightstand. Once he found and put them on, everything became a bit more clear. Especially the sleeping form beside him. He smiled at the sight. His vision was still adapting itself, but he could perfectly see how your soft breaths made your body move ever so slightly. Joost wrapped an arm around your waist, carefully not to press his chest against your back. He planted a chaste kiss on your neck, pulling away to observe the ink on your shoulder blades. The same ink that didn't allow him to hide his sleepy face against you - something that usually helped Joost protect his eyes from the piercing sunlight. He didn't want to risk putting pressure on your new tattoo. Your skin was still very sensitive from the session you'd had the previous day. Still, he couldn't help himself from kissing the area between the two angel wings, right where the fabric of the tank top you were wearing covered your skin. The touch of his lips was so featherlight, almost like a whisper, yet it made you stir. His hand slid to your lower back as soon as he felt you start to turn, stopping you from doing it.
"Hey, baby, careful." Plump lips murmured against your skin, right below your ear. "Your new tat." Another sweet kiss met your neck while his hand returned to its previous spot.
You just mumbled something in response, too lazy to fully wake up. He chuckled, massaging your waist under your shirt for a bit before gently grabbing your chin and making you turn your head for a kiss on the lips.
"Mmm good morning~" You hummed after the shared moment of affection.
"Goedemorgen, schat~" His deep, morning voice purred in your ear, the rough sound pleasantly scratching your brain. "Or should I call you 'my angel'?" He grinned, running a finger between your shoulder blades. "You know... this looks really good on you. Really pretty."
It took you a second to register he was talking about your new tattoo, your mind still clouded with sleepiness. But once you did, you melted at the compliment. His voice sounded just like he was in the presence of a real angel, like your inked wings were real and he was witnessing an ethereal creature wake up right beside him.
"Thank you... I'm glad you like it, because it hurt like hell."
"What?" He asked in a confused tone and you frowned. Had he seriously not paid attention to your complaints while you two were leaving the shop? Did the hand squeeze during the session tell him nothing at all?!
"What do you mean 'what'? You know this wasn't an easy tat."
"You mean to tell me you weren't born with these?" He kept his little act, making you roll your eyes at the same time that you cracked a smile.
"No. Can you believe it?" You decided to play along.
"Can't believe they forgot to send you with wings. An undercover angel, I see." He started giving you a series of kisses on the fabric of your tank top. "Finally making your presence known." A sneaky hand kneaded your waist. "But I've always known your little secret." He giggled at his own words, pulling away to look at your reaction.
"You are very cheesy, you know?"
"You love it."
You smiled. Yes, you did love it.
"How are you going to shower with this?" He asked, already on a different train of thought.
"Uh, the same way you did when you got yours?"
"All alone, baby? You know I can help, right?"
"I could actually use some help... It's kind of a difficult spot to reach..."
"Oh I know, but don't worry, I'm going to run you a nice bath and make sure that tattoo is well taken care of." He gave a sweet peck to your temple, immediately getting up.
"Wait, right now?"
"Yes, my love, don't forget you have to apply the ointment a few times throughout the day. You gotta start now."
You watched as he walked towards the bathroom, but not before adding a quick "I'll be right back".
The sound of the water filling the tub could be heard in the bedroom, almost lulling you back to sleep. Or maybe it was the thought that Joost was going to take care of you that made you relax. He was always so good to you. So gentle and loving. And he showed it especially in the little things. How he was preparing everything for your tattoo aftercare, how he re-entered the room just to kiss you softly and tell you the water was ready, how he carefully picked you up in his arms, carrying your still sleepy body to the bathroom. Legs wrapping around his waist while lazy arms were clinging to his neck. Joost slowly put you down, helping you take off your clothes and taking his in the process. He guided you to the bathtub and sat behind you, kissing your shoulder while avoiding the inked area. His every move was controlled and gentle, always making sure you felt comfortable. You just wanted to rest your back against his chest, like you always did, but you knew you had to be mindful of your tattoo.
"The healing phase sucks." You muttered with a pout.
"It's only been like a day since you got that!" He laughed.
"A very long day."
"Then it's gonna be a huge month." He let out another chuckle at your groan, gently caressing your thighs before turning on the water. He set it to a lukewarm temperature, letting it cascade down your shoulders. "Comfortable?" At your soft hum, he moved his hands to where the tattoo bandage was. "Alright, let's take this off then." Carefully, he pulled it off your skin, watching as some ink dripped down your back. Soon enough, you felt his big hand massaging your shoulder blades and helping clean the sore area. It felt so nice you almost purred.
"Joost," You slurred as he started washing it with the mild soap. "'M gonna fall asleep like this~"
"Ja? Getting sleepy again?" He grinned lazily.
"Mhm, your touch feels really good."
"You feel really good." His mouth found your neck, kissing it tenderly. "My sleepy little angel~"
You felt more water hit the skin of your shoulders in a gentle caress, rinsing the soap and some ink.
"You're just missing the halo now. It's not that you need it. You're already my sweet angel. Mijn lieve engel." He showered you in compliments as he washed the rest of your body with your usual soap. "But this tattoo is really perfect. You're perfect. I can't wait to kiss these beautiful wings."
"I want you to kiss them so badly."
"And I will, baby. Once it's healed, I'll be all over them. I'm gonna kiss them senseless. You'll see."
You chuckled at his 'mark my words' tone. He was adorable when he got like this. Like nothing else existed except you.
"Alright, I believe you." You struggled to say in the midst of your own giggles.
"You better." He whispered the words with a smile and quickly washed himself too, so that you both could get under the water and rinse off.
The water eliminated the remaining soap on your bodies. Joost always being careful not to let the suds get to the ink. And he did a damn good job. Faster than you could have done it yourself, you were out of the shower - a towel immediately being wrapped around you, while he grabbed his.
"Now we wait... half an hour and then I'll help you with the ointment." He patted the tattoo with a paper towel, proceeding to help you dry off the rest of your body.
You hated how long you had to wait for the tattoo to be completely dry before applying the ointment, but you knew it was necessary. Shyly, you turned around to check your angel wings in the mirror. The design really looked amazing, so everything was completely worth it. And having Joost lavishing it with attention was the cherry on top. He watched with a smile as your eyes appreciated the new addition, whispering in an absentminded way:
"Zo mooi..."
He let you observe the ink for a few more minutes before guiding you to the bedroom to get dressed. The both of you put on fresh clothes and headed towards the kitchen so Joost could make you breakfast, like he had insisted. Half an hour quickly went by. Always being pampered by your boyfriend. And you couldn't wait to be even more pampered. You longed to feel his big hands massaging your shoulder blades and telling you how beautiful you looked with your new tattoo. Especially when he kept rambling about how good he was going to take care of you.
Once you got upstairs again, you immediately sat on the bed, baring your back to Joost by lifting the new tank top you had put on. You were going to make sure he could see your new ink even if you were wearing clothes. And tank tops were the perfect way to do just that.
"Just look at you... wow..." He sighed as he sat on his heels behind you, hands instantly caressing your back. “This really suits you.” His mustache tickled your neck as he nuzzled against it, pressing soft kisses to your skin. “You look so sexy. Mwah!” Joost gave you a loud, final kiss before pulling away to reach for the Bepanthen. He squeezed it and allowed a small amount to go to his fingertip, letting out distracted “lalala”s in the process, making you smile. And then, his hands were on you again, on your inked skin, applying the ointment. “So soft~”
You barely caught his murmur from how quiet it sounded, almost like he was talking to himself. Or maybe your brain was too busy turning to mush to understand his words. A soothing sensation washed over you, and honestly? You weren’t so sure it came from the ointment. It was the type of relief you only felt when his hands were on you. They felt like Heaven against the tender area, massaging gently and making you relax. However, it didn’t last long.
“Babyyy!” You complained in a lazy voice.
“What’s wrong, gorgeous?” His lips pressed against your neck in a loving peck before he carefully pulled your shirt down and put the Bepanthen away.
“More.” Your tone made him laugh.
“What do you mean ‘more’? We can’t torture this pretty skin too much.”
“It wasn’t being torture…”
“To you. Not to your tat.” Another chuckle. “We gotta let it rest. Or else it won’t heal.”
“It was healing, though.”
“You know how that’ll heal?” He suddenly pulled you onto his lap, grabbing your waist. “If you just leave.it.alone.” He nibbled on your shoulder and you squeaked, letting out a giggle. “No touching. I have other ways of making my little angel feel good that don’t involve torturing these sweet wings.” Rough yet loving kisses met your neck, making more giggles come from you.
And a gasp.
Oh you knew Joost was about to take his little angel to Heaven. Just like he always did.