Tattoo artist Simon definitely makes reader promise that she’ll never go to a tattoo artist that isn’t him while he’s fucking her. Pounding like a madman while she can barely get her moans out - edges her until she promises that he’s the only one who will ever touch her.
(female!reader, mdni 18+)
you sound like you've experienced this before. how'd you get into simon's parlour, hm? have you been taunting him with that tattoo that isn't his? riling him up? daring him to finally claim you as his pretty little client? oh he takes the bait alright. among other things
you don't really know how you got here. pressed down into the tattoo chair on your hands and knees. actually, you have an inkling of it. probably has something to do with the way you posted on your social media page again, posing with the tattoo on your shoulder that wasn't done by simon.
and little did you know how tightly he clenched his phone when he saw that you had added könig as a friend as well. knowing full well that könig requested to follow you first before you followed him back. trying to one up him, simon bets. trying to stake his claim as if simon didn't already have you first.
you didn't think anything of it when simon asked you to stay after the shop closed. has all the lights off except the half of the room where he's plowing you into the seat. watching the way your juices glimmer around his cock every time he takes such long strokes from your pussy.
"how bad y'wanna cum, love?" he grunts. doesn't even sound like he's broken a sweat! how dare he.
you groan into the leather of the chair, ruining it as if your cunt hasn't been leaking all over the seat of it. simon doesn't care. can easily replace it. don't think he will. not when you've finally left a mark back for him >:)
"mmmh!" that's all you can say. he coos and grips your jaw to turn your head. spits into your open mouth and goes back to fucking you nice and deep, making sure to drag his cock the full length along your walls.
"aw, can't even speak? s'okay. don't need to speak to anyone other than me. don't need anyone else trying to ink you, mark you. not when you're mine."
you feel like you've been going for hours. the normally sweet and attentive simon is gone, replaced with someone who looks so mean. is so feral. and can't get enough of your pussy! he pounds into you and slaps your ass meanly, leaving a temporary mark of his that feeds the urge to claim you.
"si-moooon," you drawl out as he starts hitting that one spot. he smirks behind you, pushing you even more into the seat as he fucks you so good. "w'nna cum."
"yea?" he moves his hand from the back of your neck to your hair and pulls you back to look at him again. "y'only get to cum if you promise to come to me only."
you blearily gaze back up at him as he plunges into you. can't focus too well. you just nod your head in your haze, too drunk on his cock to think.
"need your words, sweetheart." he growls out. "tell me, who is it who's fucking you?"
"y...you, simon," you pant out. he grins and slaps your ass again.
"'nd who is going to make you cum?"
"you, simon! please!" another slap, this time he rubs your cheek gently and grins at the forming handprint,
"you promise to come to me only? i only work with what's mine."
you nod, desperate to feel you cum around his girth. because he's just been toying with you all this time. just filling you up nice and slow and whenever you get close he'll pull out to rub between your ass checks. "yes. i'll only go to you, simon! i'm yours!"
"damn right," he says with a final spank and starts fucking into you with newfound strength. finally giving into his primal need to claim you. "you're mine to ink, mine to fuck, mine to make cum. mine, mine mine."
you feel like you're about to burst at that. and you do when he leans down to groan into your ear with a, "and mine to cum in and mark from the inside."
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"She WHAT?!" Screeched the voice coming from the phone laying on the bed, "Zoey, put me on video now!"
Reaching across the bed to grab the device, Zoey instead stood it upright on the nearby dresser and tapped the camera icon, the distressed face of her friend coming into view on the screen.
She stepped back again to return to her spot in front of the full-length mirror, unable to contain the excited grin plastered on her face as she admired the work on her body.
"Zoey, its... You should sue her!" Rumi cried through the line, eyes expanded on the screen as she tried to get a good look at the tattoo on the short woman's right ribs.
It was only the first step, the outline of a beautiful sea turtle swimming across her torso under her right breast, a trail of lines leading around her side towards her back. The turtle was drawn gorgeously, but it wasn't the central focus here tonight in front of the mirror. Because on the inside of the turtle's shell, written in small, careful handwriting, in the exact color that Zoey had wanted that patch of skin covered in...
Was a phone number.
"...Okay, but hear me out."
"ZOEY!"
She raised her right arm until her hand was level with the artwork, the pads of her fingers tracing along the black lines and then over each of the recently healed digits, every one giving her flashback to the day before and the pink-haired woman who had laid the ink under the skin herself.
"Did I mention she was really, really hot?"
"Yes. A lot. Zoe, I'm serious! This is so fucked up of her, even if you really did hit it off!" A sigh left the speaker and the face finally moved away from the camera. A hand appeared to rub her face, "At least she put it somewhere it can get covered up..."
"See! She's even forward-thinking, I'm telling you Rumi it was like... Like fate aligned! The whole time I was there with her it was like nothing mattered, I had no nerves, and she was so gentle too! Every time she touched me she made sure I was okay still, that it didn't hurt too bad and the one time it did she stopped so quickly..."
"...Zoey, are we still talking about the tattoo?"
Her arm dropped with a groan and a roll of the eyes, taking the steps back to her phone to pick it up and better see the purple hair shaking on the other side of the call.
"Just because I took my bra off, got on a table and flirted with her the whole time does NOT mean I was going to give it up on the first date!"
"It wasn't a date, you booke-... Wait, if it's on your ribs, why was your bra off?"
Zoey shrugged.
"Honestly it just kind of happened when I got in the room with her."
"Jesus Christ, Zoey... Are you actually going back there to get it finished?"
"Of course I am! I can't have her number on me forever, what if she changes it?"
"Okay, I get it, but... Please at least chew her out on it, this kinda screams red flag to me..."
"A tatted up, pink-haired girl with legs for days and piercings tattooed her number on me after she had me laid out topless on her table, the flags were already flapping, Rumi. Lucky for her I'm colorblind."
The other woman grumbled tiredly into the phone at the other end, disappearing from view for a few seconds before returning.
"I gotta get going again, I'm meeting Jinu in an hour, keep me updated! And no making terrible choices without asking me first! And... Put a top on, please?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be okay. Go have fun with your boyfriend."
The call ended and Zoey glanced back at the mirror, smile lighting up again upon seeing the work across her skin, her phone still ready in her hand.
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The phone on the kitchen counter let out a buzzing as it vibrated on the spot, shaking the empty glass nearby and the plate in the sink. Mira sipped the beer in her hand one more time before grabbing the device and pulling it up close to her face with a heavy squint. Grumbling, she put the bottle down in order to grab her glasses out of her pocket, using her teeth to pull the arms open and slip them on her face.
Peering at the phone again, a smirk made its home on her lips as she opened the message from the unknown number, a photo of a still very much topless client that had been taking up space in her mind these last few days and a short message about how said client couldn't wait for her next session appearing on the screen.
So in the Tattoo AU, we know Ash has magically done tattoos so do his travelling companions, but do any of them go to a tattoo place and get one?
Also what was Goh's reaction to the tattoo thing?
only a rare few go out and get more tattoo's, such as Cilan and Dawn for example.
Cilan gets a lot of very artistic plant tattoo's that kind of curl around the magically obtained ones like how a bunch of ivy cover old brock walls? it's that kind of vibe and it's all over his skin when he's older. it curls around his arms and legs and some patches of leaves are different, like poison ivy getting mixed with some monstera, and it's super creative.
Dawn has a tattoo of her first ever contest ribbon. it's only a small tattoo but it's located just under her armpit and the left side of her breast, that little patch of skin. she also has an Aipom tattoo which is located on her right thigh, the tattoo itself is grabbing it-so like the Aipom tail hand is clutching the end of it's own tail.
Goh's reaction was.... volatile at best. it defiantly put a strain on his and Ash's relationship. he had gotten the Lugia tattoo - a patch of scales mimicking the legendary directly over his left shoulder blade - and didn't know how it got there after his mom and dad found out about it. it wasn't until his and Ash's next encounter with a legendary/mythical that he realized just what was going on.
''It's a rip off.
If you want your ear pierced, I'll do it.''
- Star (The Lost Boys, 1987)
Requested ? : No
Inspired by : The Lost Boys (1987)
Concept : The Lost Boys!AU : Modern!AU + TattooShop!AU
Storyline : Santa Carla's gang didn't die that night. They all moved out Santa Carla. Years later, we find the gang in another town. Star is now a full blown vampire and has opened a Tattoo Shop (percing too) with the boys. Laddie has grown up and seeks to a full transformation as well (first picture).
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Literally ain’t no one out here asking for Billy with tattoos except maybe my housemate whose laying on the couch eating her weight in popcorn and probably my tattoo artist self but have one, well two sketchbook Billy’s anyway.
