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de-bauchry · 15 days ago

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i haven’t dropped a new fic in a while omg I didn’t know whether to make this about Anzai or Uta but I went with Uta because I never see fics for this man at all like I need him carnally

Naive Customer

Tattoo Artist Uta ft Itori! x GN Reader

synopsis: you had been wanting a tattoo for a while so a friend gives you a recommendation to a local tattoo shop full of ghouls (both of u are unaware of ghouls) — and your on your period.

warning: NO MINORZ. alternative reader, tatted reader, no mentions of y/n, mentions of blood & flesh, implications of pain kink/getting off to the feeling of being tattooed, implications of period sex/oral. accidental needle play? but not really at all????

You look down at your phone, reading over the address your friend sent you, then looking up at the building to make sure it’s the right one. A traditional Japanese sign reading “HySy Tattoos” plastered at the front. You then enter the building, the sound of jrock being softly played in the background could be heard, your eyes met with the sight of band posters mixed with different tattoo-work done by the artists in the studio. As you walk up to the register you notice that no one was there yet, so you wait a second until you see a girl coming up to the front. She was a pink haired girl, introducing herself by the name of Itori before asking you what kind of tattoo you’ll be getting today.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a tramp stamp for a while now. Thought I’d stop procrastinating already and get it.”

Itori’s brows went up in surprise yet her lips tugged in a smirk as she didn’t expect that from someone like yourself. She had also noticed something about you, something filling the air. Itori puts that thought behind her as she tells you about their best tattoo artist Uta, who’ll be doing your work today, she then gives you the general rundown of prices for it, before leading you along the hall to his studio.

As you follow alongside Itori, you notice how the walls went from a basic solid wall decorated in posters, to this plush deep red cushion-like wall in the shape of diamonds, with black buttons in the center. The music gets louder as she shows you to Uta’s studio, standing at the entrance, you let your eyes roam around the room, taking in the masks decorated along the walls. It wasn’t until you felt a sudden hand at the small of your back, that made you jump a little, you then look up at the androgynous male making the contact, noticing his tattoo equipment in his other hand.

“This the one getting stamped today?” His eyes were looking over at Itori’s direction, before looking down at your small frame like a wide eyed cat who was curiously observing you. Itori nods in response as she just speculates you both. You couldn’t help but be a little thrown off by his lack of spatial awareness, as you notice the tattoo dancing along his neck, long black hair gracing his shoulders and even how cold his hand felt against your back. Uta could feel the warmth of your skin warming his fingertips, as he leans down slightly towards your neck, taking a small whiff of your distracting scent.

“U-um?”. You were a little flustered and confused at his sudden closeness. Uta could sense your meekness, your hesitance, this only made him chuckle and oddly smirk to himself as he removes his hand, before leaning back to glance at Itori sharing a knowing look. This makes the pink haired woman simply smirk as she just walks away, letting you two continue your session.

Speechless, Itori had already left your side as you were left just standing there gawping at the man. Uta had already squeezed past you since you were standing in front of the doorway, setting his already sterilized tools down. He then turns around to look at you unblinkingly. “So what makes you want a tramp stamp?” Uta questions as he grabs his pen and pad from behind him. He lets his red eyes roam over you, taking in your outfit. Quite the excellent choice for a stamp as well, he could tell you wore something to make it easy to access that spot.

His voice snaps you out your thoughts as you start thinking about all the cool badass biker woman you’d see with them in magazines, and even some of your favorite girl bands had them. As you explain why you want them, the consultation begins. Uta’s pen dances away as he draws out different illustrations as you two go over your inspirations and designs for the tattoo.

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After Consultation

“Omg wow”. You say as your features contort into one of pain. You wince at the feeling of the needle dragging against your skin at first contact. Nails digging into your forearms a little as you try not to squirm under the needle.

As you two had finally came up with a rocker design for your newly awaited tramp stamp, you were propped up on the tattoo chair comfortably as he started working on it. Uta focused on your lower back, just above that place where your low rise jeans sat at your hips. Your arms were rest atop of the cushiony chair, back arched against it so he could get a better view of the placement, you were manspread in your seat, shirt lifted over one arm so it wouldn’t get in the way of his work.

Uta’s eyes catches the tattoo peaking just right above your hip placement, catching that this isn’t your first merry-go-round, yet you still couldn’t handle the pain. You reacted nicely to it though, enjoying the sounds you make. “Not your first tattoo is it?” Uta asks about your tattoo to distract your mind from the feeling as he leans in a little closer to your lower back, holding his hand steady to make sure he’s getting his line’s right.

“No. I’ve got one on my hip another on my thigh, it just never gets easier depending on the placement.”

“Well aren’t you the daring type.” He teases. He only played oblivious about the hip tattoo but to find out you had more in such disclosed places peaked his curiosity. Especially how you were laid out on his chair like this, naive to his kind it seems. You chuckle at his comment. “What about you? Your neck tattoo? That’s more daring than my tats I’d say. What does it mean?” You inquire as you remember the words displayed on his neck, but not the language it was in.

Uta thought about whether he should tell you or not before simply just coming out with it. “I can neither live with you nor without you. It’s in greek”. His voice was flat as all you could hear was the buzz of the tattoo machine fill the room. You weren’t expecting for the tattoo to have such a significant meaning, feeling like you’ve just gained some deep insight on him as a person, letting the comfortable silence takeover with the occasional sounds of pained whines and moans. A faint swirl of red flows through his senses when he places a hand at your hip to keep you steady so he could get over this one part.

Uta was secretly struggling with concentrating on the tattoo the way he’d liked to. He’d noticed you the second you stepped outside the building, your essence reeking of something he was all too familiar with. Itori even sensed it, she knew it too. He was trying to ignore it, the smell of your heat, the coursing veins surging through his eyes, the curvature of your back, the fact he could feel your body getting hotter and hotter. the little noises you’d try to resist making everytime the needle would drag across a certain spot on your skin. he could feel every pulse every twitch of your sensitive body beneath his needle and it was awakening something more primal in him.

You shouldn’t have came to a ghouls den on your red moon

The buzzing of the tattoo machine came to a stop as it could be heard being put down. You lift up a little confused wondering if the tattoo was finished, you were about to crane your neck back to look at him to see what’s going on until you notice he’s no longer behind you. Yet now stood tall in front of you, chin tucked between his fingers, guiding your head back up slightly to meet his gaze in front of you.

His pupils this threatening glowering red you’ve never seen before, it intimidated you. His sudden change in demeanor, that mischievous look in his eye, how small he was making you feel, like you’ve been caught like some unknowing prey. Uta slowly tilts his head to the side as you watch how his eyes linger over your eyes—your lips—to that pulse point in your neck then back to meeting your gaze again. “You know nothing of ghouls do you?”

“N-no what is that?” Your voice shakes in fear. But for some reason you couldn’t help but feel planted right in your seat, you couldn’t deny that you were getting lost in his eyes. Uta rubs your chin with his thumb before leaning in a little closer to your face, lips just inches apart as he held intense eye contact with you.

“How naive…” Uta leans past your face to speak directly into your ear. “You know— you shouldn’t have came here on your period, blood bag.” His voice was low as you could feel the chill of his breath against the shell of your ear. “Didn’t think anyone would notice the scent of that bloody cunt filling the air?” It was as though your flesh was calling to him. He moves down to your throat, staring at that pulse on your neck, watching how the blood pulses through it enticingly. “You outta be careful. You may just run into monsters who might wanna eat you.” He whispers. As if being drawn, he licks a long flat wet strip against that pulse point on your neck, needing to feel that hot crimson blood beat against his tongue. “And what if I said I’m one of those monsters whose wants to eat you right now?” Uta pulls back a little to take in your expression.