#tattoo parlor AU

[nochilforthechuck]

I know its a little hard to tell but take my word when i tell you those are for a chilaios tattoo parlor au, where Laios and Falin works as tattoo artists at Senshi’s, Izutsumi works the counter as a part job, and Chilchuck is the newly hired piercer.

This is Chilchuck’s torso with Laios’ hands.

[gemini-sensei]

Not What You Think | Tattooist!Hawk x Chubby!Reader

Tattoo Parlor AU ○ Based off of this POST ○

CW: suggestive themes, vulgar language, mentions of needles and healing processes (unedited).

"So did she actually get a tattoo or did you fuck her?" Tory asked. She was sitting at the worktable in the lobby, working on a drawing for a client. Her eyes stayed on the paper, but her ears were pert as the parlor fell quiet.

Hawk was trying to eat a granola bar, having just sent his newest client out the door with a "have a nice rest of your day" and an appointment card to come back for any touch ups her tattoo. She'd been very sweet, very easy to work with. She sat well, except for one little uncontrollable thing...

She moaned a lot during the session. Hours on hours of moaning. Fairly loud moans as well.

He almost choked on the granola and chocolate in his mouth upon hearing the question. It still made him cough and as he did his best to not die, Tory barked with laughter. She was the only one.

Then Robby spoke uo. "I thought he might very been killing her."

"Oh my god, I know," Tory groaned. She stopped drawing and sat back in her chair, finally looking up. "No one should be making those kind of noises back there."

Hawk finally regained his strength amd wits, taking a sip of long overdue water. "Shut up. Everyone reacts differently to getting a needle stuck into them a thousand times. And I was tattooing the the backs of the thighs, she's a little thick, so they were sensitive."

"I'm sure she enjoyed you grabbing her thick ass thighs," Tory snickered.

Hawk glared at her, but she only smirked in response. However, before he could come up with a witty comeback, someone else interjected.

Demetri grimaced. "I can't stand here and listen to this anymore. It was bad enough hearing the... noises coming from your room. I don't need any speculative imagery to go along with it. I have a two o'clock coming in soon, so maybe don't talk about it anymore either."

With that, he let the room and walked down the hall to his work room. He shut the door for some peace and quiet. Tory rolled her eyes and gathered her stuff.

"Whatever, she's just lucky she was the only one booked while she was here. I saw how embarrassed she was walking out of here, so I can only image how much worse it would have been had the rest of us has someone here," she said. Then she stood up and sighed.

Miguel let out a huff that was between disbelief and astonishment. "Yeah, my client had to reschedule. Kinda glad he did."

Robby shrugged. "I'm just waiting on walk-ins honestly."

Tory smirked and looked at Hawk. "Lucky, lucky you."

"Shut up, Tory," he spat, tired of the teasing.

They all cleared out of the lobby except for Miguel and Hawk. Miguel was at the reception desk, working on the computer as the phone rang. He greeted the person on the other end with his usual enthusiasm and Hawk walked outside, looking for some fresh air.

As soon as he was outside and leaning on the wall, Sam was walking up from her car. She smiled brightly and pushed her sunglasses up. "Hey, Hawk!"

"Hey," he grumbled.

Her smile quickly turned into a frown. "What's wrong?"

If anyone had a fix to a problem, it was Sam. That was part of her job after all. So even though it was a little embarrassing, he told her about what happened. "I had this new client come in. She was looking for a new shop to go to because all the ones she went to before never wanted her back. I wasn't worried about it. She's really sweet, too, so I didn't understand what everyone else's problem was."

"Did he kick and scream or something?"

"Worse."

"Break something?"

"No."

"Then what did she do?"

"She moaned. A lot. Like, the whole time I was tattooing her."

"Oh." Sam's pulled an awkward face before fixing it. She became thoughtful. "So what's the problem?"

"She's coming back for touchups and the second half of her tattoo."

"I see," she mused.

Things became silent and Hawk thought there was no way to fix this. There wasn't even a "real" problem to solve, but it sure did feel like there was. He rested his head back on the brick wall behind him and sighed. Just as he thought there was no hope, only further awkward situations, Sam let out a loud,

"Aha! I got it!"

"What?" he asked her, standing from the wall and turning to her hopeful.

She smiled. "You have your own studio at home, right? I know you've tattooed Miguel up there plenty of times. So why don't you just invite her out there for a more private setting. Surely that will be a lot better for you and especially her."

"Invite a stranger to my house? Are you crazy?"

"What's the difference than picking up a girl and taking her home?"

They were quiet for a moment, then Hawk sighed, knowing she was right. He supposed it wasn't a totally bad idea either. So he relented and nodded to her.

"Okay, I'll call her in a few to rearrange some things. Can't be too hard, right? And it's just a tattoo. What's the worst that could happen?"

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Congratulations on your milestone!!! If you're still taking microdrabble requests... How can I, as a tattooed girl, turn down Mr. Daniels in a tattoo parlor AU? x

Here we are, my first ever AU (if you don't count Palomino!). This was incredibly fun to write, thank you Lucy for sending in this request. Now, I didn't have the word count to talk about what Jack has tattooed on his arms, but if you'd like to know, you know what to do 😉

Jack Daniels x tattoo parlour AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 360ish words | warnings: mature themes but not explicit, Jack is a menace any universe he's in, mentions of alcohol consumption

You stomp your foot, the two glasses of wine you had with dinner making you more petulant than usual, jutting your bottom lip out in a pout. 'What do you mean no?'

The proprietor who introduced himself as Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels gives you a stern look from under the brim of his black cowboy hat. 'Exactly what that means, sugar. No.'

'This is a tattoo parlour. Aren't you supposed to give the customer what they want?'

With a sigh, he leans on his palms on the counter, and you can't help but run your eyes over this man. He's wearing a white wifebeater under a thin leather jacket, sleeves pushed up to the crease of his elbows. His forearms flex, sending a ripple through his full sleeves tattoos with the movement.

'But you don't know what you want,' he points out.

'So what? Just tattoo whatever on me - I don't care!'

He scoffs. 'Oh, I ain't fallin' for that again. Nearly cost me my shop last time.'

'C'mon. I just want a small tattoo,' you whine. 'I'm on my Eat, Pray, Love journey.'

'In Kentucky?'

You try a different tact, softening your eyes and drawing your brows into a pleading angle. 'I just want to do something stupid. For once.'

At that, he arches an eyebrow, and his whole demeanour changes. A lazy arrogance settles into his handsome face, and his lips pull into a grinning smirk as he traps you with something bordering on lecherous in his gaze.

It really shouldn't work on you - but it does.

'Well, well, well, you don't say, sugar,' he drawls. 'If you wanted to do somethin' stupid - why don't you just do me?'

Three quarters of an hour later, sweaty and half-undressed on a cushioned tattoo table, you grin at the man slumped on top of you through dilated pupils, your body sluggish with a bone-deep satisfaction that you haven't felt for a long, long time.

'I know what tattoo I want to get now,' you declare, still breathing heavily when you reach up to push a damp curl from his forehead.

'Is that so?' he hums, pressing a kiss to your temple, but otherwise showing no intention to move off you. 'And what might that be?'

'Your face. On my neck.'

Jack laughs, the sound deep and velvety against your warm cheek as his eyes crinkle. 'Now that's definitely somethin' stupid.'

[moonytoasted]

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[darthbloodorange]

Tattoo artist Steve and his favorite customer, Thor the Mechanic.

For the: ✦ @thundershieldbingo 2024 Mini Bingo - Tattoo Parlor [Card #2 "Alternate Universe"]

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Beautiful Ink Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Thor Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor Warnings: None Major Tags: Tattoo Parlor AU, Modern AU, No Powers AU, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Developing Relationship, Motorcycles, Mechanic Thor, Tattoo Artist Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers ~ Summery: Tattoo artist Steve and his favorite customer, Thor the Mechanic.

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of Satosugu 2023 Day 11 - Direct

Satoru stares up at the tattoo shop in front of him, dread pooling in his gut. He never thought of stepping foot into one of these, never even wasted a moment to think about getting a tattoo and now that he has to he feels vaguely sick.

He wonders if it’s too late to turn back, or if he simply can make a run for it still, but he knows that it’s futile. Shoko will know and then she’ll be merciless for at least another year, and rightfully so.

Satoru lost that bet and the stakes were exactly this: getting a tattoo at a tattoo parlour of his choice.

“Fuck me,” Satoru sighs out, before he straightens up and steps into the shop. It’s kind of homey and not at all what Satoru expected; there are warm colours everywhere, it’s decently warm in the shop and soft music is coming from a speaker somewhere.

It would be a nice place to stay if it didn’t mean that Satoru would have to get some ink into his body.

“Hello there,” a voice calls out to him, and Satoru’s eyes snap to the person behind the counter.

It feels a bit as if the entire air is being sucked out of him, because the guy is hot in a way that makes Satoru believe his image might have been taken directly out of his head.

“Hi,” Satoru breathes out and the guy gives him a kind smile.

“First time?” he asks and there is real sympathy in his voice as if it isn’t strange at all to see a grown-ass man nervous like this.

“Yeah, that easy to tell, huh?” Satoru asks, scratching the back of his head.

“You get an eye for it over the years,” the guy explains with a shrug. “I’m Geto Suguru, what can I help you with today?” he then asks and Satoru warily steps closer to the counter as if a tattoo could jump at him any moment.

“I’m here to get a tattoo,” Satoru says, trying to put some conviction in his voice but he knows he failed when Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.

“Are you now? Could have fooled me,” he laughs out and Satoru is mesmerized by him.

“Rude,” he still gets out somehow and feels strangely accomplished when it makes Suguru laugh again.

Satoru thinks that might be a sound he could get addicted to.

“Are you certain you want to get a tattoo? We also offer piercings, if that’s more to your liking,” Suguru offers after a moment and Satoru wishes he could get a piercing instead, but the bet was specifically about getting a tattoo.

“I am,” Satoru lies straight through his teeth and Suguru levels him with a look.

“Sure,” he replies, clearly not believing a word Satoru said but he does lean on the counter, looking expectantly at Satoru. “What kind of motive were you thinking, then?” he wants to know and it brings Satoru up short.

He didn’t think about a motive. He didn’t even think of a place where he could stomach getting a tattoo yet and it must show on his face because Suguru snorts.

“I see you came perfectly prepared.” He walks around the counter and shows Satoru a little seating area. “We have portfolios of our artists here. Why don’t you browse through them and see if anything catches your eye. If that happens, we can talk it over. Alternatively, we can brainstorm and I can draw something for you.”

“You’re a tattoo artist?” Satoru blurts out and briefly looks Suguru over.

There are no visible tattoos on him, and it’s kind of throwing Satoru off if he’s being honest.

“I am. Not everything has to be visible,” Suguru tells him with a wink and Satoru has to fight the urge to ask him to undress.

“Huh,” he instead somehow gets out and allows Suguru to push him down on the couch, dropping a folder into his hand.

“Go through these. I’m right here so if you have questions, feel free to ask, alright?”

“Thanks,” Satoru mutters, staring at the folder in his hands as if it’s going to bite him and then he turns because he’d rather watch Suguru walk away.

It’s a sight to behold, that’s for sure and it’s only when he vanishes deeper into the shop that Satoru turns his attention back to the folder.

He flips through it, before he takes the next one and then the next and while there are some nice and even beautiful artworks in there, nothing speaks to him.

Satoru thinks he is perfectly able to appreciate all of them on someone else’s body but he simply cannot imagine any of them on his own.

“So, how is it going?” Suguru asks eventually, having returned from whatever it is he was doing in the back and Satoru leans back with a sigh. “I see,” Suguru chuckles out and sits down next to Satoru. “A more personal approach might be it, then.”

Satoru isn’t sure where he got the sheets of paper and the pencil from but they are in Suguru’s lap now and he’s looking expectantly at Satoru.

“What kind of motive would you like?”

None, Satoru wants to say but he can already hear Shoko laughing at him, and he’s not going to give her that satisfaction.

“A butterfly?” Satoru blurts out, because it’s the first thing on his mind after seeing approximately twenty in the folders and Suguru freezes momentarily before he presses his lips together as if he’s trying to suppress a smile.

“Sure,” he easily agrees and then Satoru has the agonising pleasure of Suguru swiftly sketching him something.

Satoru is never going to admit it but he’s completely mesmerized by Suguru’s hand, by the swift and sure moves it makes and he certainly doesn’t do a double take when he spots a hint of dark ink at the base of Suguru’s hand.

“Like this?” Suguru asks after not even five minutes and shows Satoru a beautiful, delicate butterfly.

“It’s gorgeous,” Satoru says, because it is but still. It’s not something he wants on his body.

“But you’re not convinced,” Suguru easily reads off his face and Satoru shrugs.

“I’m just—not decided yet.”

“How about this then,” Suguru says and hides the butterfly away again.

Satoru hopes that it will eventually see the light of day again, even if it’s on someone else’s body, because it’s simply too pretty to hide away.

“You think about it some more and when you have a more concrete idea, you come back. I’m here most days, so we can figure out what you truly want. How does that sound?”

It sounds a bit as if Suguru is asking him out for a date, Satoru thinks before he vehemently pushes that thought away. Suguru is at work and he’s just being professional. It’s completely inappropriate for Satoru to think something like that.

“Sounds good,” he weakly says and certainly doesn’t mourn when Suguru gets up and walks away from him again.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you again, then,” Suguru tells him with a small smile and it occurs to him that Satoru never even told him his name.

“Satoru. Gojo Satoru,” he introduces himself belatedly, and Suguru’s smile grows bigger.

“Until the next time then, Satoru.”

~*~*~

Satoru is back in the tattoo shop three days later. He still doesn’t want a tattoo and he barely has an idea what he possibly could accept on his skin, but he wants to see Suguru again. He wants to hear him talk again and he wants to see him work again.

“Satoru, you’re back,” Suguru greets him when he steps into the shop and it makes Satoru freeze in surprise.

“Suguru, hi,” he finally gives back, his mind whirring because Suguru remembered his name.

“Are your thoughts any clearer now? Do you have an idea you want to discuss?”

“Yeah, actually,” Satoru lies straight through his teeth and waves a sheet of paper at Suguru.

He did come somewhat prepared after all.

“Oh,” Suguru says, clearly surprised himself and he comes around to take the paper out of Satoru’s hand.

“I’d like something like this, maybe. But—I’d like you to draw it,” Satoru says, because he can’t get Suguru’s butterfly out of his head.

It was just a sketch, done in no time at all, but something about it was so beautiful, so fragile—Satoru simply wants to see Suguru draw something again.

“I see,” Suguru says, folding the paper back up again before he hands it back to Satoru. “Take a seat, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Satoru does and true to his word Suguru is there before Satoru can do something stupid, like miss him.

“Didn’t take you for a flower guy,” Suguru idly mutters as his pencil flies over the paper and Satoru doesn’t actually know what to say to that so he simply shrugs.

Suguru gives him a smile in return, which feels like more than Satoru deserves, because he has no intention of getting that flower tattooed. At this point, he’s simply hogging Suguru’s attention and keeping him from his work.

“Listen, I can see that you’re still kind of uncertain about this,” Suguru says, still drawing and not meeting Satoru’s eyes. “I have a long-time client come in soon, I think he’d be fine if you’d want to watch him get a new tattoo? If that would help?”

“I—” Satoru cuts himself off. He has no intention of getting a tattoo, ever; it would just be a waste of time for him to stay and it will probably only be a disappointment for Suguru. “Sure,” he finds himself saying anyway and his stomach lurches a little when Suguru gives him a smile at that.

“I’ll ask Sukuna when he comes in, which should be right about—”

The door opens and a heavily tattooed guy comes in. He looks scary as hell, if Satoru is being honest, but then he gives Suguru a big grin and suddenly he’s not so scary at all anymore.

“Geto!” he calls out and Suguru waves at him.

“Sukuna, hey,” he gives back, getting up. “Listen, this is Satoru. He’s still a little nervous about his first tattoo, and I thought it might be a good idea if he could watch today? Maybe that’ll settle his nerves.”

“Sure thing,” Sukuna gives back with a thumbs up. “First times are scary.”

He says it without judgment just like Suguru is acting as if there’s nothing wrong with Satoru being hesitant, and nervous and undecisive. Satoru would have never thought these people to be so welcoming if he’s being honest and he is a little bit appalled at his own prejudice.

“Thanks, man,” he replies and then he’s being swept away by Suguru and Sukuna.

He stays the entire appointment, if only to have Suguru explain everything in that soothing voice he has, but when he stumbles out of the shop three hours later, Satoru knows one thing for certain.

He’s never going to get a tattoo.

~*~*~

Satoru is back not even two days later and Suguru laughs right in his face.

“Very rude,” Satoru huffs out, already turning on his heel to walk back out again, but Suguru quickly comes around the corner and catches the sleeve of Satoru’s sweater.

“No, Satoru, stay, it’s just—you looked like hell last time you walked out of here, I didn’t expect to see you again.”

It hadn’t been the most pleasant experience, watching Sukuna get that tattoo but Satoru is ashamed to hear that Suguru noticed.

“Yeah, well—” Satoru says and then doesn’t actually know how to finish the sentence.

“What are you here for?” Suguru wants to know, a sparkle in his eyes and Satoru shrugs, looking to the side.

“I thought maybe we could brainstorm some more,” he weakly says, knowing that no matter what gorgeous design Suguru comes up for him, it will never see the light of day, and Suguru seems to know the same, because he shakes his head.

“Listen, Satoru. It’s painfully obvious that you’re not a tattoo guy. You don’t want one. I can only guess as to why you stepped foot in here for the first time, but it certainly wasn’t to get a tattoo.”

Satoru deflates, even though there’s no judgement in Suguru’s voice.

“It’s a dare. I have to get a tattoo,” Satoru admits and Suguru shakes his head.

“Never let something like a dare decide this. That’s just stupid.”

“Don’t I know it,” Satoru sighs out and Suguru belatedly lets go of him. “Shoko will laugh at me for the rest of my life, though.”

“And your poor ego couldn’t take it,” Suguru says in sympathy and then laughs when Satoru pouts at him. “Okay, hear me out, and I might be overstepping here,” Suguru then says and Satoru is all ears immediately. “You’re not a tattoo guy and yet you keep coming back which makes me wonder, not gonna lie,” Suguru tells him.

Satoru prays to all the gods he knows that he doesn’t flush as brightly as he feels right now, but when Suguru smirks at him he knows it’s a lost cause.

“Why don’t you take the direct approach to whatever it is you want?”

“Because this is your workplace and it would be kind of inappropriate to ask you out here?” Satoru blurts out and then fights the urge so slap a hand over his mouth.

“I own this shop. If I find it inappropriate I’ll ban you, easy as that. So why don’t you try it out?”

There’s not much Satoru has to try out, not with the way Suguru looks at him, he’s certain of that and so Satoru takes a deep breath.

“Hi, I’m Satoru. Would you like to go for a coffee with me?” he asks, almost feeling not at all stupid and something warm blooms in his chest when Suguru smiles brightly at him.

“Hi, I’m Suguru, and it would be my pleasure. I leave in an hour.”

Satoru matches his smile and thinks that if everything could be as easy as this, then he might even get a tattoo one day.

Not today, though, because today he has a date with the cutest tattoo artist he knows.

(Satoru does eventually get a tattoo. Suguru asks him to trust him and so Satoru does; he walks out with a little infinity symbol on his hipbone, the initials S and G tattooed in the loops. Suguru never tells him if those are supposed to stand for Satoru’s name or Suguru’s own and Satoru thinks, in the end, it doesn’t matter. It will always be them, together, anyway.)

[fefefeart]

Shinkami tattoo parlor au

[sensei-venus]

Tattoo artist! Tory, why because I could and I did.😈

@gemini-sensei made me do it.😩

[haystarlight]

Hunter really liked working at the tattoo parlor. He got to meet interesting people, he got compliments on his talent and it paid really good. Most of his clients did make a point of letting him know he had a strange sense of fashion, but he always ignored them.

It was true, in a way. Most people expect a tattoo artist to be covered in black leather and piercings like some hot bad boy. Not a pair of crocs and a Hawaiian shirt in the middle of Connecticut autumn. Hunter was always quick to say, he liked wearing what was comfortable, not caring about style, letting his work speak for him.

He was getting ready for work when he heard the little bell, announcing his first costumer of the day.

"Welcome to The Owl House!" he said, smiling but not really looking at the client "what can I do for ya?"

"Oh, hi! I actually called ahead, I'm Willow Park," said the young woman, with a sweet cheerful voice that he did remember from the phone a few days ago.

The young lady was short but she looked at him with an air of determination that made him feel like she was not the type to get scared easy. And her smile was like sunshine, filling the room with warmth and light. The kind of person that made other people more confident by just being next to them.

Fuck, it was way too early for this shit.

"Oh, yeah! I remember, you had an appointment!!" he tried not to sound so loud "sit down, I still have to get my equipment ready."

Willow sat down and took off her jacket, which allowed him a better look at her. She was chubby, in a cute way. But her arms... fuck, they looked strong. Hunter briefly wondered if she'd be strong enough to carry him....

No! Nope! No! Professional!

"I'm Hunter Noceda, by the way,"

"Yeah, I know, you said your name when I made the appointment."

Fucking idiot.

"Y-yeah, you said you wanted a sunflower tattoo?" he tried to recall.

"Yup! Right here, on my left bicep!" she said, flexing to emphasize.

He was not going to survive this.

"Is this your first tattoo?"

"Yup!"

"Well then, I should warn you. The pain can be a little too much for first timers," he always tried to be gentle when he said this "if you feel like you can't handle it, just tell me and I'll stop. No judgement and I won't charge you if you don't let me finish it,"

"That's sweet of you, Hunter," she smiled kindly at him "but I think you'll find I have a higher tolerance for pain than expected."

She fucking winked at him. This had to be a fever dream. Did Luz spike his coffee with something that morning?

"Yeah, okay, let's get started then."

He started, fixating on his work. Concentrating as hard as he could on the drawing and not on the muscles he was lucky enough to have his hands on.

It wasn't like this was the first beautiful customer he'd ever had. Most of his clients were young and attractive; Hunter had suffered many bisexual freakouts, especially if a client wanted a tattoo in an unusual place. But something about this girl made her seem different from the others. Like, this was going to be more than just a fleeting crush.

"So, how long have you been working here?" she asked, breaking the silence.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for clients to start conversation when they got bored. Tattoos did take a long time to get done and sometimes talking was the only thing they had to pass the time.

And he might as well get to know her better.

"For, like, 2 years," he said "what about you? What's your job?"

"Oh, I work next door actually," she revealed "Willow's Wonderful Weeds, the new flower shop. We opened up pretty recently, it makes sense we haven't really been introduced."

Oh yeah, he knew that place. Of course he did notice when they opened a new shop next to his a few months back but he never paid close attention. He'd certainly pay more attention now, that was for sure.

"Yeah, I wouldn't forget about you, you seem like an unforgettable person," he instantly regretted saying that.

And then he saw her blush and stopped regretting it.

"Sooo, Willow's Wonderful Weeds, huh? That's a funny name."

She laughed. He made a mental note to make her laugh again.

"Yeah, my friend Gus came up with it. I thought it was stupid at first but it grew on me."

"It GREW on you?" he smirked at the accidental pun.

She groaned, but she didn't actually seem upset with him. He allowed himself a laugh.

"Oh, you're just as bad as him."

"You should introduce us, I think we'd get along," totally normal suggestion, not weird at all.

"Please no," she begged.

He laughed a little more before returning to work.

"So, flowers, huh? Is that why you're getting a sunflower tattoo?"

"Yeah, I've always loved plants," she said "ever since I was little, I felt connected with nature and I knew that's what I wanted to have on my skin to represent me. I wasn't sure what kind of flower I wanted at first since there are so many pretty ones, but I knew for sure I didn't want a rose, that one's been used to death."

"Oh yeah, totally," he nodded "take it from me, I see a million roses a day, it gets boring real quick. It's like, there are other flowers, people!"

"Exactly! Valentine's Day is coming later and I'm thinking about all of the roses I'm gonna have to grow, as if other flowers aren't romantic enough."

Hunter didn't think of telling her how the sunflower perfectly fit her, as she seemed to shine brighter than the sun. He was totally not thinking that, no.

"And you? You got any tattoos?"

"Yeah, I have one on my back of the starship from Cosmic Frontier, I don't know if you've read that."

"My friend Gus read it," she said "he keeps trying to get me to read it, but it doesn't seem like my thing. Maybe I will introduce you to him after all, give him someone to talk about it."

He now actually wanted to meet this Gus, he sounded like a cool guy. And the idea of spending more time with Willow wasn't bad either.

"I also have this one," he showed her his left arm for an instant before going back to work.

It was a big gray wolf, howling at a full moon, surrounded by bright stars.

"Wow, it's beautiful," she said, starstruck.

Totally not a big deal that she just said something about him was beautiful. Totally normal. Yes sir. Nothing weird at all.

"And this one," he showed his right wrist, where there was a picture of a little red cardinal bird.

"Aww, he's so tiny," she cooed.

"I actually did this one to myself, the other two are from some friends, fellow tattoo artists," he explained "can't exactly draw on my own back."

"Wow, that's actually pretty badass, I didn't know one could tattoo oneself."

"You can if you know what you're doing," he tried not to sound too braggy.

Willow took a deep breath, almost like she was hipping herself up to ask the next question.

"You don't have any tattoos that you share with your partner?" she asked, kind of quickly. As if she was scared.

"Uh, no. I don't. I don't have a partner."

Willow tried to hide her joy. "Oh, okay."

"Do you have one?" he asked, his fear even more evident.

"No, I'm single."

He quietly celebrated in his head.

"I don't really like matching tattoos anyway, you won't believe how many couples I've seen come in and get matching tattoos only to come back and remove them," he told her, quietly.

"Aw, that sucks so bad," she frowned.

"Yeah, it's not fun thinking something is gonna last forever only to realize it won't."

"Definitely not getting a matching tattoo with anyone now," she decided with finality.

"Yeah, I didn't even get one with my sister when she suggested it."

"Your sister wanted matching tattoos?"

"Yeah, she wanted ones that said 'La Banda de las Chicas Malas', which means 'The Bad Girl Coven' in Spanish," he recalled.

"That's so dumb, I'm glad you didn't go through with it," she laughed again.

"Yeah, she's like that," he rolled his eyes "she's annoying, but I do love her, don't get me wrong."

"Aaww," she sighed "I always wanted a sibling. I guess I have Gus, he's kinda like a brother, but that's not exactly the same."

"You're not missing much," he promised her "just constant invasions of your privacy and walking in on her and her girlfriend, neither of which is fun."

Willow laughed again. Hunter was suddenly reminded that, if Luz found out he now had a crush on the girl next door, who owned a flower shop, he would never hear the end of it. Her little fanfiction loving heart would explode with evil plans trying to get him and Willow together and it would be terrible for them both. Mostly for him.

He would try his best not to let her find out, although part of him knew he would simply be delaying the inevitable.

"So, tattoos... science fiction novels... what else are you into?"

You, he might've said if he was braver. Or crazier.

"Well, the tattoos started because I liked drawing and I also know how to sew," he regretted not wearing one of his shirts with patches, he would've wanted to show them. Oh well, next time.

"Ooooooohhh, a man who sews, that's nice," she said, her tone light and flirty.

Holy shit.

Well, two can play that game.

"How about you? You work out? Because your bicep game is ridiculous," he tried to sound cool.

He also tried to sound like he didn't get that phrase from Luz.

She blushed again! Fuck yeah!

"Yeah, I do a lot of heavy lifting when I'm working the plants but I also go to the gym pretty regularly and I like roller skating and jogging and soccer."

"It's called fútbol," he muttered under his breath.

Curse his wonderful, latino family.

"Yeah, that," she nodded "I also love photography. I have a camera that I carry around everywhere. It's super old but I love it, I love developing the pictures and seeing them come to life. I have sooooo many photo albums back home, it's crazy."

"I'd like to see them," he confessed.

"I'll show you some time," she promised.

Not too long after, the tattoo was finished.

"Okay, it's ready. Look at yourself in the mirror."

She did and she immediately squealed at the sight. She spun around, looking at herself from different angles, her smile kept getting bigger.

"I LOVE IT! THANK YOU!"

"It's nothing, I enjoyed doing it," he admitted.

He told her the price and she paid for it. He did still need the money, unfortunately.

"So, I'll see you around, right?" she asked, hopeful as she put her jacket back on.

"Yeah, if you ever need me, I'm right next door. You can just let yourself in here or you can call me, you have my number."

"Yeah, I do have your number," she said, as if she had forgotten "so I guess I'll call you soon, then."

"For another tattoo?"

"No," she smiled, as she opened the door to leave "for a date."

[sociallyawkwardfoxwriter]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse, Orym/Dorian Storm, Orym/Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role), Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse Characters: Dorian Storm, Orym (Critical Role), Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Conversations, Dating, Meeting the Parents, Holidays, Moving In Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, Tattoos, Flowers, Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: In desperate need of something to elevate Opal's birthday gift, Dorian enters Air Ashari Floral & Ink in search of a floral arrangement. The cute owner has him coming back and eventually meeting the owner's husband, who runs the other side of their joint shop. Falling in love with both of them was inevitable, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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A month ago, the gorgeous necklace that he purchased for Opal's birthday felt like more than enough, but holding the single thin box changed his mind on his way to her birthday party. As he walked along a street full of shops, his eyes searched desperately for something to go along with it. He considered searching for some earrings or a nice top, until his eyes landed on a beautifully painted sign spread across two doorways. One side showed off gorgeous floral arrangements in the windows, while the other displayed incredible art that he imagined the tattoo artist within had a hand in. 

Curiously, he pushed open the door leading into the floral arrangement side of Air Ashari Floral & Ink. A light floral smell met his nose as he stepped across the threshold to the chime of a bell. The halfling behind the counter greeted him with a friendly wave and a warm smile that made him feel immediately welcomed. He headed straight for the counter knowing he wouldn't be able to find exactly what he wanted quick enough to avoid being late.

[bubble-dream-inc]

Tattooing 101 for fanfic writers

Hi! My name is Capy, i'm a tattoo artist and i am tired of reading outdated and/or offensive stereotypes about tattooing in fanfics, so i thought i'd share a few less talked about facts about my beloved profession in the form of a short little guide! :)

A few things to consider:

- This is not a tattooing tutorial, the purpose of this guide is to serve as a realistic base for creative writing only.

- I've been a tattoo artist for a few years and am extremely nitpicky with rules, so your personal experiences with tattoos might be different. I base myself off my formal-ish education on my profession and my day-to-day on the studio i work at :)

Now back to the topic:

Don't call it a tattoo gun. Please. It helps maintain the stigma that tattoos = violence/violent people, so please call it a tattoo machine instead.

Most of us are not actually going in blind and creating a design directly on the client's skin. There are freestyle artists who draw the art directly on the person with a sharpie before tattooing or more traditional methods like printing out the stencil and passing it onto the skin. Making up the art directly with the machine on the person's bare skin seems like the most sure way for them to get a fucked up tattoo lol. We're artists but we are human too!!

Most tattoo machines are activated by a pedal on the floor. There are some power supplies that have a toggle button on them that makes your machine work without having to use a pedal, but since it envolves touching it all the time, people usually use this feature on bigger and darker pieces that take more time and the machine running continuously.

I know this one is easy to push aside for the sake of storytelling so take it with a grain of salt, but not all scars can be tattooed over. When a client wants to cover a scar, serious studios will require a doctor's approval to do so. Tats are very invasive and aggressive on the body procedures, at the end of the day!

Biosafety is a whole cultural thing, but as a former healthcare student and a neat freak, i should tell you it's no joke. In an ideal world, every tattoo artist will have a separate room for procedures, wrap all the surfaces with plastic wrap, desinfect it all with alcohol and for FUCKS sake wear a mask. Your tattoo artist au can have as the mc the hottest guy in town, i don't care, make him wear a goddamn mask. Gross! Also, gloves.

It's 3 am and these are all i can think about rn lol. Hope this helps a struggling writer out there <3

Tattoos aren't meant to bleed. Normally, at the depth the needles go in and if the person has more sensitive skin, it releases a clear liquid that's called lymph. If their skin is bleeding, someone should take the machine out of the artist's heavy ass hand asap!

As a general rule of thumb, big tattoos are considerably easier to do than smaller ones. The tinier, the easier it is for the artist to mess it up.

The skin pigments differently in different parts of the body! Thinner skin and closer to bone, like the chest or collarbones, are usually harder to ink than, say, the calf or the biceps.

[gemini-sensei]

Not What You Think It Is | Tattooist!Hawt x Chubby!Reader Pt. 2

Tattoo Parlor AU ○ Fem!Reader ○ Part One

CW: mentions of/illusions to needles and pain, smut, rough sex, unprotected sex,

Hawk was nervous, but that nervousness soon burst into a million butterflies when the doorbell rang. He'd never had a client come to his home for a tattoo, or any other reason for that matter. This was something he never thought of doing, usually only giving tattoos to friends at his place. Nonetheless, he smiles as he answered the door.

Reader smiled anxiously at him and offered a little wave. "Hey."

"Hey," he said, moving aside to let her in. "I have a seat set up in the backroom, so we're just gonna head down the hall there."

She nodded as she stepped inside. "Cool."

Regardless of the circumstances, he was still excited. "I can't wait to see how you healed up. This is the first thigh tattoo I've done like this."

"It looks really great," she told him. They started walking to the back room, where he had everything set up.

"You just wanted some touch ups, right?" he asked, wanting to clarify what they were doing. He wanted to make sure she wa satisfied with the work she'd gotten done, wanting to put his best foot forward.

She nodded. "Yeah."

He sat down and motioned for her to do her thing. Shyly, she undid the button on her shorts and slipped them off. She was wearing bicycle shorts underneath, of course, but she was she a little shy when it came to these things. Her thighs were sensitive, which was the whole reason she was at his house for today's session to begin with. To say she was a little insecure about them was an understatement, but that was why she got the tattoo to begin with.

She rolled up her bicycle shorts and turned around for him to see. She bit her lip nervously, but let out a small gasp when he touched her leg.

"These look great," he told her, smiling as he ran his fingers over her ink. "I see where I need to shape it up though. That won't be too much work."

"Cool," Reader breathed.

"If you wanna lay down, I'll get my gloves on and we'll get this done."

"Okay," she said with a small smile.

She got on the tattoo bed and laid on there stomach, resting her head on her hands. It wasn't long after that the familiar buzzing of a tattoo gun was filling up the room and Hawk was doing his thing. She took a deep breath before he started, but it only took a few minutes for her to start moaning. She hid her face in her arms as her cheeks grew warm, trying to keep herself somewhat quiet.

Hawk was focused on the touch ups, but he couldn't help listening to her. He couldn't just block her out, the small room they were in amplifying the noise. Her moans were so pretty, too, and he was finding it difficult not to get hard. However, he kept his head down and did what she came here for.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, never wanting to go in heavy handed.

She hummed, shook her head, then let out a loud moan. "No- no, nothing that's not normal!"

He bit his lip and nodded. "Okay."

They were sitting there for about half an hour before he turned off his machine and set everything aside. He wiped down her thighs and finished them up, making sure she was going to heal alright. It was quiet as he wrapped her up, trying to ignore the tension that has permeated the air.

As he stood over her, Hawk had no idea how close his boner - which he'd been ignoring this entire time - was to her leg. That was until he accidentally pressed it against her and she gasped. He let out a low, involuntary groan and pushed it against her leg. She bit her lips, feeling how big he was.

Flustered, she looked over her shoulder at him, seeing the red staining his cheeks. "Did- did I...?"

She couldn't even finish her sentence, but he knew what she was trying to get out. He nodded, sucking in a breath. He pulled away from her but didn't try to hide what she already knew was there. He was hard in his pants for his client, which was never a good thing. She probably thought he was a pervert who had invited her into his home because of this reason because she moaned so pretty while getting tattooed.

So he tried to explain himself. "I'm sorry. I can't control that and you're such a pretty lady and you were moaning so much and I don't know what happened."

She got up, her thighs wrapped and ready to go. She shook her head, trying to think of the words to assure him, but any words fell out of her mouth instead. "No, it's okay. This has just never happened before."

He stopped for a moment, a little stunned by the admission. "Wait, never?"

She shook her head, embarrassed. "Nope. Never. I get it. I'm not that attractive. It was all the noise I was making. I'll just go."

Reader moved to grab her bag, but he stopped her, taking hold of her wrist to catch her attention. His hold isn't hard or firm, but rather gentle and sweet. "You don't have to go."

She looked up at him, shocked that he didn't want her to leave. All she could do was stare as she waited to see what happened neck, but she caught sight of his eyes looking at her lips and she got the idea.

"Are you sure? I mean, me?" she asked.

He nodded. "Only if you want me to."

"I'd be a liar if I said I didn't think about it," she whispered.

He smirked and smashed his lips into her. It was hot and passionate, energized by the moment and their attraction to each other. Lust coursed through their veins as the kiss quickly grew deep and heavy, tongues twisting and moans muffled by their lips. He pulled her close, pressing his hard-on against her hip, and began to lightly grind against her.

Soon, he had her laid out on his tattoo bed once again, this time on her back. He carefully peeled her bicycle shorts off, mindful of her sore thighs and the fresh swelling he'd just caused her. He tossed them aside, soon followed by her panties. She kept her shirt on, still not as confident as she'd like to be in her body. He simply slipped his hands under the fabric and groped her belly and tits, making her moan oh so pretty.

Half naked on his work table, her pussy leaked arousal all over the leather. He loved it, dropping a hand down to play with her pussy lips and spread her wetness all over her, especially all over her clit as he toyed with it.

"Oh, fuck," she whined and bucked her hips up, but he put a stop to that fairly quickly.

He hooked his hands under her knees and pushed them up, putting her legs over his shoulders. He looked down at her as he stood on his knees over her, eyes dark and full of lust. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this. All laid out just for me, wet pussy just begging to get fucked. Who made you this soaking wet?"

"You did, Hawk," she whined. His fingers found her clit again and started rubbing circles into it. She gasped, hips wiggling as he built up her pleasure. "Oh my god!"

"I want you to come for me," he told her, licking his lips. "I want to watch you come all over my fingers."

At that, he slipped two fingers into her hole slowly. She was tight around just two of his long, slender fingers. Once they were knuckle deep, he curled them and pet her spongy walls before pulling them back and fucking them back into her fast and hard. Her back arched off the table as she moaned his name, which made his hard cock throb with need in the confines of his pants.

He kept up his ministrations until she came, squirting hot liquid all over the front of his pants. She squealed, holding onto the edge of the table as she made a mess and didn't even know it. He pulled his fingers out and stuffed them in his mouth, sucking her sweet nectar off of them as he watched her come. He was soaked from his abs down to his knees.

"That was so fucking hot," he said, pressing the front of his soaked sweats against his cock. "Fuuuck!"

He then made headway to push them down and out of the way. They, along with his boxers, got halfway down his thighs before he was gathering up her wetness to slather all over his cock. He ran the tip through her folds, watching it collect her sweet wetness.

She looked at him and his soaked shirt, flustered and hot as she asked herself if she had done that. She didn't get the chance to ask him as she soon saw his fat cock and became distracted by it. "Holy fuck. Is that gonna fit?"

He fisted his thick cock with a smirk. "Yeah, don't worry, baby. It'll fit. This fat pussy of yours is gonna take it all."

He leaned forward, pushing her legs into her some and she moaned. He almost forgot about her tattoos and he leaned back, looking down at her.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, biting her lip. "I've just never... done this before."

"What? Hook up with your hot tattoo artist?"

She shook her head. "This position."

"Oh," he chuckled. "Well, you're gonna love it."

He pushed her legs forward again and moaned again, especially when he grabbed the fronts of her thighs and teased them.

"Fuck, these are the prettiest things I've ever seen. So fucking happy you let me tattoo them," he said, kissing her calf. His hips were rocking against her slowly, cock rubbing over her folds as he talked. It felt so good, but he wanted to get inside of her already and feel her tight walls hug him. "Can I put it in?"

She nodded. "Please! Please put it in, Hawk! Don't tease me anymore!"

He nodded and pulled his hips back. He reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance, then he pushed in and the tip popped in. He groaned with her as it happened, the fog of his mind getting heavier. Then he started feeding her the rest of his length, stretching her around him.

Her nails dug into the leather of his table, head thrown back as she took his cock. It felt so good, opening her up in ways she'd never felt before. He had to have the biggest cock she'd ever had, feeling him reach new depths. Then his hips met her ass and she was feeling dizzy laying under him. "Oh my god, you're so deep!"

It sent a boost to his ego and Hawk bucked his hips, making her yelp. He let her adjust to his size after that, loving how much she was reacting to just having his cock in her. "You haven't had any good dick then."

He pulled his hips back, leaving the tip inside, and pushed them forward. He was easy at first, but not too gentle. He set a moderate pace, keeping her legs up and her ass slightly lifted off the table. His hips constantly met her fat ass, slapping against it and making it jiggle. He watched the spot where their bodies met, grunting deeply as her whole body bounced with the impact. She was absolutely gorgeous.

The room grew heavy with the smell of sex, hot as they grunted and panted into the air. He'd had some low music playing from a small speaker, but it was overpowered by the lovely symphony of moans and groans. It was heady and if anyone were to magically outside the door behind him, they'd know what they were doing in there before they entered the room.

"More! Please!" Reader whined, at his mercy as he fucked into her. All she could do was watch and listen, her view wasn't half bad and was made better once he tore his shirt off. Her pussy clenched as he exposed his toned chest to her and he flashed a smirk.

"You want more?" he teased, gripping her calves. "You sure?"

She nodded to him, needing more of him in whatever way he would provide it. She didn't expect him to push her legs further into her, thick thighs meeting her clothed, hidden stomach. Her knees were closer to her chest but didn't quite meet it, and her breath was stolen away from her. She moaned as there was a slight pain from the backs of her thighs, but it paled in comparison to the pleasure she received as Hawk hit impossibly deeper in her cunt.

Her eyes rolled back as she cried out. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Right there! More! There! There!"

He sped up his pace and continued to hit the spot she so desired him to. He had to bite his lip, so engrossed and focused on his handiwork, that he almost didn't realize his hair was falling in his face. He leaned forward and rested one of her legs on his shoulder so he could push his hair out of his face, wiping some sweat off of his forehead in the meantime. It was so much work, but he loved it.

"Right here?" he asked teasingly. He chuckled as she gargled an answer, too pleasured to answer him properly as she half nodded. He licked his lips, feeling his dick throb. "Fuck, yeah, I know right there. Your fucking cunt is gonna squeeze the life outta me. I make you feel good, don't I?"

"Yesh," she slurred, high on the feeling of getting fucked so well.

"Yeah, well you make me feel great," he told her, grabbing her tit over her shirt and squeezing it. She moaned so heavily, so needily, and he loved it. "This beautiful fucking body of yours, your sweet little moans, make me feel so fucking good. You've got the hottest body I've ever seen and it's driving me crazy. Fuck fuck fuck."

He slowed his thrusts, not wanting to come yet. She had to come first before he could do such a thing. But he could tell she was close, so he gave her tit one last squeeze before moving his hand down her body. Over her belly, where he gave another pinch and she squealed cutely, then finding her clit again in no time and rubbing fast figure eights into it.

It didn't take like for her to come after that, her velvet walls squeezing around his cock tight. He groaned as he fucked into harder, picking up his pace again as she began to tumble over the edge. She threw her head back with a loud moan, coming hard. He fucked her through it, loving the feeling of his throbbing cock wrapped up by her spasming cunt. It was enough to send him over the edge too.

He came with a heavy groan and a few final ruts into her, stilling when he couldn't keep it up anymore. Hot spurts of cum filled her hungry cunt but they were both too high on the feeling to notice.

She whined softly as she started coming down, feeling the last feeble throbs of his cock. The fog began to clear and she looked up at him, panting for breath just the same as he did. Her body was hot all over, warm from the inside out, and starting to grow cool. Sweat stuck her shirt to her body and she felt the soreness beginning to settle in, but she didn't care too much.

When he put her legs down, she sat up carefully and into him. He grabbed her waist and closed the gap between them, sitting in front of her and pulling her to him, still buried deep in her cunt. She whimpered and bucked her hips against his, making him groan from his chest. Then he kissed her heavily, hungry for more of her. She wrapped her arms around him and they sat like that for a while, her legs thrown over his hips as they sat on his tattoo table and made out like it was their last day on earth.

She'd never felt so full in her life and absolutely loved it. His wandering hands feeling up her made her feel like she was up on that cliff of pleasure again. He groped her sides and belly, then her tits. He pulled away from her lips for air but kept his hands on her chest, squeezing her through the fabric of her shirt. He made her moan in the hot atmosphere of the room, watching the way her face twisted up. Her body reacted with small grinding motions against him, rubbing his still-hard cock against her sensitive cunt walls.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispered, dipping his head down to her neck.

She moaned as he bit into her skin and started sucking. "God! I've never had sex this amazing before!"

He chuckled, feeling his ego skyrocket. First, he made her come, now she was admitting this was the best sex she'd ever had? What a day! He continued to suck on her neck until a pretty mark would be left behind, at which point he pulled away and lashed his tongue over the area to soothe her skin.

When he pulled away, he brought his hands up to cup her face. She stared at him, having just caught her breath. Her lips were swollen and glossing, her eyes still a little hazy and lustful. Then he pulled her into another heated kiss and dropped his arms around her waist. He grabbed fistfuls of her ass and pulled her against him, back and forth.

She moaned into his mouth as she practically used her as a toy to get off again. It was dirty and fun, so she wasn't complaining. She was coming again in seconds and shaking on his lap as he moved her on him. Her hands held onto him tightly as she pulled out of the kiss to scream with pleasure, head dropping as she watched the place where they met.

Creamy cum gushed from her cunt and around his base, making a bigger mess of them both as he continued to move her against him. She fell limb against his chest and let him until he was filling her pussy with another hot load. She felt every delicious throb of his cock and she whined softly, hiding her face in his neck.

As he tapered off, he pushed her off of him and laid her down on the table again. He looked down at her frothy folds, watching some of his cum escape her. It was messy and nasty, but he couldn't help to bite his lip at it as he made a mental note to wipe down the table extra well later.

Reader laughed breathlessly. "I don't know if I can' walk after that."

"Feel free to rest up before you go," Hawk laughed with her.

She looked up at him, the realization that she'd have to go had come back to her. She'd only been invited over for a tattoo, an extension of his business, and what they had just done went far beyond that. However, it didn't raise any anxiety in her. She just smiled up at him, feeling far more comfortable with him as her tattoo artist, and then some.

He cleaned her up, ensuring her tattoos weren't bothered by their vigorous activity, then helped her back into her clothes. She lounged around his place a bit, drinking some water and eating some chips as they talked about tattoos and other fun topics of conversation. Then he walked her to her car, where he gave her his personal number if she ever wanted another private session.

On the drive home, she started thinking about what she'd go back for next time, happy to have finally found a tattoo artist who wasn't all that bothered by her moaning during sessions.

[psychic-refugee]

For @im-nothinginbetween

AU Theme: Tattoo Parlor Xavier 🖤Moodboard

Xavier had gotten his first tattoo the very night he turned 18. He was in Vegas, his father working on his show like he always was. It was his first taste of true freedom of adulthood.

He, like many before him, decided to get a rather incredibly dumb tattoo to celebrate.

He didn’t tell anyone he got an Itchy tattoo and there were many Millennials who mocked him and wondered why he would get something from a cartoon show that hadn’t been good since the 90’s when they happened to see him shirtless.

Like anyone who got tattoos, he was thinking of the next one he wanted before he was out the door of the tattoo parlor from his first one.

His next tattoo was a bit more well thought out. No one had any idea what it was or what it meant, but it was something important to him and to that day he never told anyone what the tattoo on his shoulder was.

He was finally old enough to realize how dumb his first tattoo was and decided to get a cover up.

He was in New York, and everyone recommended this up-and-coming artist, Wednesday. She had no photos of herself, but posts of her work on Insta were amazing. She specialized in cover ups and gave free consultations and discounts to anyone who was covering up a self-harm scar, mastectomy scars from breast cancer, or celebrating a milestone such as sobriety or recovery from a mental health issue.

She charged double for cover ups of idiotic tattoos gotten as a teenager.

He was intrigued and loved her work, so he was willing to pay the premium.

Nevermore Tattoo Shop had a Victorian Goth aesthetic, and it was clean with comfortable chairs. He was greeted by a dark-haired man his age at the front desk, he had full sleeves of snakes and a medusa medallion on his clavicle.

“Hey man,” he greeted and the receptionist introduced himself as Ajax. “I’m here to see Wednesday? I have a 3pm appointment.”

“She’s just finishing up with a client,” and he pointed to a woman with her hair up in a braided crown in the back.

He couldn’t see her face, but she wore a tube top that showed off twin ravens on her shoulders, and surprisingly no other tattoos. Every other artist he ever met had them covering most of their bodies.

She was working on a blonde woman with pink and blue streaks in her hair, Xavier would have thought she’d be the type to get Hello Kitty or something related to KPop and not something at Nevermore.

Then he remembered what Wednesday specialized in, so he kept his thoughts to himself.

When Wednesday was finally ready to see him, he felt like an idiot 18-year-old again as she was the most beautiful woman he ever met. He noticed she had two other tattoos on her wrists, tiny things he couldn’t fully make out, but he thought maybe one was a cat and the other a scorpion.

“So, what are we getting done today?” she asked as he sat down on the parlor chair.

“Trying to cover a rather idiotic teenage decision.”

“Well, idiotic teenage decisions keep the lights on, so no worries.”

He instantly felt relaxed and once they finalized the piece, he thought she was worth every penny.

Once she was done, the Itchy tattoo was a distant memory and it was replaced with something much more meaningful.

Although they had talked for several hours as she worked and he explained the meaning behind the castle, he blushed when she asked him to dinner.

“I’d love to hear more,” which was just a convenient excuse to ask the client with the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. She smiled more at his shy acceptance.

From then on, he never let anyone else work on him again.

The most recent tattoo Wednesday gave him was of their daughter, a portrait of Belladonna Thorpe right next to his heart.

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku Cafe AU

No Quirks AU

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

Stories linked below are not mine.

Some contain mature content.

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Art work by @artisticookie.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

How to swoon a little bunny?

Summary: Katsuki often brought his work to the café, normally to do paper work or go over on-going cases that were until recently, Katsuki made eye contact with the most adorable thing he’s ever seen, a little curly bunny, forest green hair which reminded of when he goes mountain hiking, freckles that reminded him of the stars in a clear nights sky, a cute little button nose he wanted to bite, those eyes bright and beautiful like a freshly polished emerald, Katsuki was swooned right away, he wasn’t aware he was even capable of such feelings he always wasn’t aware how pathetic he is, he couldn’t even muster more than 5 words to the bunny, he was ashamed.

How will Katsuki ever get a date if he keeps choking every time he saw Izuku?

Complete | 2 Chapters | Hybrid AU

Rated - Explicit

Rain, rain, don't go away by Okieitsfine

Summary: An annoying regular keeps on coming to the cafe Katsuki works at. Every time he comes, he brings in a pile of slush along with his rain filled boots and matted green curls.

It’s April, you know- rainy weather. But that doesn’t excuse the absolute mess that his guy always brings in.

What gives?

— — —

Or: The generic Cafe AU no one asked for with college student Izuku and angry barista Katsuki.

Incomplete | 5/? CH | College AU

Last Updated 2020

Rated - Mature

Mocha by dumbbottomenergy

Summary: "What coffee are you today, Kacchan?"

Deku asks the same question every day and maybe Katsuki wishes he gave him an answer when he still had the chance.

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

Decaffeinated by Cloudsu

Summary: “Café latte for Momo!” he exclaims. He waits for the pretty brunette to come to claim her drink before he turns to Katsuki again, resting a hip on the counter with his arms crossed. “I said, all you have to do is ask. You think I won’t take you in the back room and fuck you?”

The angry red blush on Katsuki’s cheeks darkens, and he has the sudden need to pinch himself.

“I-I…what?” Katsuki says in confusion, his eyes unable to look anywhere but Izuku’s face as the man smirks down at him.

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Or the one where Katsuki thirsts over his coworker until they've both had quite enough of pining in silence.

One Shot | Trans Bakugo

Rated - Explicit

Cupid Cafe by kjuzera

Summary: Around four o'clock in the afternoon, the Cupid Cafe was crowded. Bakugou's attention turned to the most annoying cupid of all: Deku. The bastard did not take the smile off his face, he served all customers as if they were the best people in the fucking world. He did not miss orders and served everything perfectly. Irritating to say the least.

One Shot | College AU

Rated - Explicit

Salted Caramel by OnyxDragons

Summary: Student Katsuki runs into a nerdy Deku at a local coffee shop. First impressions aren’t always the best...

Complete | 3 Chapters | College AU

Rated - Explicit

I Just Like You Kacchan! by Rainymilktea

Summary: Izuku is a clumsy, virgin, barista. After a few embarrassing run-ins with a big, sexy blonde, Izuku decides he wants to be in a relationship. But does the flirty blonde want to? Eventual smut

One Shot | College AU

Rated - Explicit

Fixations by Hachimitsuun

Summary: “Oh you are on, name the terms.” Sero grins wide, white teeth gleaming and black eyes shining. How they can both look so confident is beyond Izuku.

“If I win and you lose, which you will, Midoriya has to get his tongue pierced,” Kaminari states, and Izuku’s head snaps over to him.

“Wait, what?!”

“Okay, then when I win and you lose, Midoriya has to get a tattoo saying ‘Kaminari sucks’ on his ass.”

“Hold on just a second, what on earth does this have to do with me?!”

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Izuku just wants to continue going through his ordinary life while keeping his oral fixation a secret, but his friends are idiots, and now his secret is up in the air.

One Shot | Tattoo Parlor AU

Rated - Explicit

The Bunny's Burrow by RadPax

Summary: At 14 years old Izuku came out to his mother as transgender and a week later she pulled him from school and transferred him somewhere else and started him on testosterone. She wasn't about to have her only son be bullied relentlessly and misgendered.Since then its been over a decade since Izuku has seen anyone from his childhood neighborhood, that is until his old bully Katsuki Bakugou wanders into his cafe one morning and the two are forced to meet again.But it almost seems like Katsuki doesn't remember who Izuku is? And his face keeps getting red for some reason!?

(AU where Izuku owns a cafe and is trans, and Katsuki attempts to court the little guy while being terrible at it.)

Incomplete | 11/? CH | Trans Deku

Last Updated 2022

Rated - Mature

i want to scream but i can't by lordyuuri

Summary: Reunions aren't always happy nor always welcomed.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

[the-incident-on-show-day]

okay okay but picture this:

frances and aled from radio silence running a tattoo parlor/hair salon together

and maybe one day the ark comes in wanting matching tattoos

(no clue what it would be though. a knife?? a wing?? something biblical??) 

or maybe they’re just there for emotional support while lister gets his first ink... which in my mind is the little knife right over his heart. or the rat. it could very much also be the rat.

[sunkenstar]

Sapphic Wolfstar Tattoo Parlour AU

there’s no name for this quite yet but I’ve been enjoying working on it so here’s a quick snippet <3

“Can I ask you something?” Sirius asks, cautious, not wanting to offend Remus.

She hums, stretching out Sirius’ skin. That familiar scratching feeling reappearing on Sirius’ forearm as she gets back to the shading.

“How come you don’t have any tattoos? I mean like not to intrude or anything… but don’t most artists have at least a few?”

“I have one, hated getting it.” She says dryly reaching for a paper towel to wipe over the ink. “Much prefer creating beautiful things to go onto beautiful people” Looking up at Sirius with a small smile, eyes locked for probably much longer then deemed professional.