#tattoos together fic

[takaraphoenix]

HOLY shit how have I written 5 Sterek fics in the past three weeks that amount to 42k words total - Mutual Devotion (18,8k), The Triskelion Tattoo (5,3k), The Sheriff's Bison (5,5k), Counting Puppies (This Is Real) (2,2k), Spinthíras (10k).

I don't think I have hyperfixated this intensely in a long, long time.

[steddieunderdogfics]

ink you up by genesisofrhythm

@ruthofrhythm

Rating: Explicit

7,375 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Semi-Public Sex, Workplace Sex, Getting Together, Making Out, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Tattoos

Summary:

“You’re doing okay?” Eddie asked. He was steadily moving the tattoo gun, but Steve knew if he said the word, he’d stop right away. Steve nodded minutely. “Mm hm, I’m fine. All good.” Too good, in fact. Steve was becoming aware of a different sensation now. Steve felt… well, he frankly felt a little turned on. The pain was melding in his brain, mixing with the adrenaline coursing through his body, and creating a very concerning reaction. He thought tattoos were supposed to hurt. What the fuck was this? Or: Turns out the only thing Steve likes more than getting tattooed, is his tattoo artist, Eddie. And he really likes getting tattooed.

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[hedwig221b]

Stiles with the word "baby" tattooed on his shoulder

[lovvecherrymotion]

jance are the most artsy couple and i love that for them

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 when you say nothing at all by sysrae

💙 when you say nothing at all

by sysrae (@fozmeadows)

T, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying tips his head to indicate the roped-off room. “What’s going on over there?” ��Oh!” Mo Xuanyu brightens. “We’re hosting a performance artist, one day only. His name’s Hanguang-Jun.” Kay's comments: This story never fails to gut me. Inspired by performance art of Marina Abramovic ("The Reunion of Lovers") where she reunited with her former lover Ulay. In this story, it's Lan Wangji being a performance artist under the pseudonym of Hanguang-Jun and without having planned it, him and Wei Wuxian reunite during one performance, still very much in sync and able to read each other's emotions. My heart aches for them, so much. This is beautifully written. Excerpt: Gelatinous minutes tick by until, with what feels like a dreamlike slowness, the guard ushers Wei Ying forwards. Stepping through the curtain, he looks around slowly: a scatter of people stand nearby in the roped-off viewing area, some looking at the art, but most not. Nobody speaks; there’s only the music, gentle and longing as Wei Ying turns, finally, to take his first look at Hanguang-Jun – Wei Ying freezes. Thinks, for one jarring moment, that he’s hallucinating; that he’s finally lost his mind. But no: the man sitting before him, dressed in flowing robes of white and pale blue, his long hair kept half up in an antique silver guan with a ribbon across his perfect forehead – the man staring back at him with wild disbelief, lips parted in shock; the man whose working name is evidently Hanguang-Jun – is Lan Zhan, his Lan Zhan, and the utter impossibility of it shatters Wei Ying’s heart into a million different pieces. He wants to speak, but he has no words; almost chokes on hysterical laughter when he remembers that he isn’t actually meant to speak. He staggers to the empty chair and sits because the alternative is falling down, but has barely taken the weight off his feet before Lan Zhan is rising, gliding over to stand beside him, staring down with those brown-gold eyes, the exact shade of which Wei Ying has tried a hundred, a thousand times to capture in ink without ever quite succeeding –

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, past sex work, past homelessness, jiang family dynamics, yu ziyuan being an asshole, artist lan wangji, tattoo artist wei wuxian, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, getting together, reunions, soulmates, mutual pining

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 17 - Stag

@jegulus-microfic November 17, Word count 523

Previous part First part

James kissed him, and it just felt right. Regulus nearly whined when James began to pull away, but then he did something that shocked even him. He pulled James back to him and sunk back into his bed. He’d closed his eyes when he lay back, but now they flickered open. He caught sight of a strip of golden skin where James’s shirt had risen up, and he couldn’t resist. He let his fingers push under the soft cotton and greedily brushed against James’s warm skin. 

Two things happened then: James let out a groan, and then he was on Regulus, his body pressing Regulus’s into the mattress, and Regulus didn’t care. 

He moved his hands up James’s back while James devoured his mouth, his tongue brushing against the seam of Regulus’s lips, and he opened his mouth for James. 

It was overwhelming. James’s tongue was everywhere, diving deep into the back of Regulus’s mouth, tasting, teasing and dragging a low moan from deep within Regulus. Regulus didn’t even have a chance to be embarrassed as James answered his moan with one of his own before moving his mouth to Regulus’s jaw and slowly kissing his way to his neck. 

Regulus was panting with all the sensations, and they were only kissing! 

“James,” He moaned as James sucked a bruise into the delicate skin of his neck. Regulus’s fingers dug into the muscled expanse of James’s back, and he couldn’t talk any more. 

They fit together so well. Regulus felt so safe with James and imagined being able to do this as much as he wanted forever. A smile took over his face, and James pulled back an equally goofy grin plastered on his face as he dipped back down, pressing quick butterfly kisses onto every inch of Regulus’s face that he could, making Regulus giggle and swat at him. “Way to ruin a moment,” Regulus grumbled, wanting very much to get back to where they were seconds before. But it wasn’t to be as James’s phone suddenly began to ping.

James moved off Regulus and opened his phone. 

“Damn it, Padfoot!” He growled at the screen. Regulus wiggled his way under James’s arm so he could see as well. It was a photo of hundreds of copies of Regulus’s drawing of him, ‘Burk with a 'Nana’, plastered all over the university. He’d forgotten about letting Sirius make copies of it before it went to the art show. He cringed back, hoping James wouldn’t be too mad at him. But then James started laughing and typing away on his phone. “My mum's going to love this,” He said, pressing send as he sent the picture to Effie. His phone dinged again and his grin widened. 

“Mary can fit me in for my stag tattoo,” He told Regulus. Regulus swallowed audibly. 

“Y-y-y-you’re actually getting that done?!” He’d thought James had maybe been joking about it. 

“Yup, can’t wait,” He beamed as he got out of the bed. He held out his hand, and Regulus took it without hesitation. He had no idea where they were going, but if it was with James, he’d follow.  

Next part

[cecilyv]

I need there to be more Olympics-inspired buck/tommy out there, folks. Have you seen these guys? Anyway, so, after the closing ceremony, Buck goes to update his Olympics tattoo. Last time, he waited until he got home, because Covid, because it seemed like he should. This time, he's in Paris and there's no restrictions on where he can go, and who he can see, and he just wants to see the hard work of the last four (three) years reflected on his skin:

Buck approves the stencil drawing, then leans back in the chair. Hears the buzzing from the table next to him, followed by a high gasp, and looks over to see the guy’s face whiten, lips slack as he stares at the tattoo gun moving on the inside of his forearm. “First time?” he asks to distract him, to get him looking away from the drops of blood beading up on his skin. Doesn’t know if he even speaks English, but well, that’s pretty much all Buck’s got to work with, so he hopes he does. 

The guy’s eyes slide over to him as he nods. “That obvious?” 

Buck grins at him, “First time is the hardest,” he says. Looks over at the guy’s forearm again -- and oh, he should have guessed, this tattoo parlor was on the unofficial American recommendations list as a we don’t recommend that you get a tattoo, but when you inevitably do, go to a reputable place and don’t get hep c under our watch, please. “Your first Olympics?” 

The guy bites his lip and Buck tries really hard not to notice how pink his lips are. Definitely doesn’t notice his muscles shifting in his arm.  The guy says, through gritted teeth, “Yea,” then makes a finger gun with the hand not being held down by the artist. “Pistol shooting.” 

Buck grins and shifts, only to be reprimanded (he assumes) by his own artist, who’s wiping down his bicep. Says a quick, “Je suis désolé,”  and then looks back at the guy. Mimes climbing with his other hand, and says, “Climbing,” when the guy shakes his head in confusion. 

“Did you medal?” The guy asks, and Buck can feel his face twitch. “Oh, sorry,” he says and Buck rushes to stop him.

“No, no, it’s fine, well, not fine, it sucked but.”

“It was still worth it,” the guy says, and Buck nods vigorously. The guy looks down at his arm, again, and Buck cranes his neck to look at the tattoo, sees there are a couple more rings to go. 

Reaches out his hand into the space between them. “Evan Buckley,” he says belatedly, feels the guy's fingers, calloused and warm, wrap around his own. “Most people call me Buck.” 

“Pleasure to meet you, Evan,” the guy says, and Buck feels a shiver down his spine. Tightens his fingers and doesn’t let go when the guy goes to pull away. “I’m Tommy.” 

“Sometimes it helps,” Buck says, looking at their intertwined fingers. “Is this okay?” And the guy, Tommy, smiles back. 

[loserboyfriendrjl]

“i can’t give you what you want me to give you,” sirius said, his words rolled around his cigarette. “it’s not… i don’t think i can. you deserve someone who can love you the way you want them to love you, and that’s not me.”

“but it’s you i want. i’ll take whatever you’ll give me,” remus whispered, his eyes not leaving sirius’ body. “please.”

sirius rolled to his side, his grey eyes blending into hazel. “it’s not that easy, remus,” he answered quietly, seeming to be afraid to ruin the sanctity of the moment.

“we can try,” remus suggested, hoping that he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt, hoping that this would not be the end of them. “whatever you want. we’ll take it slow. can’t you… can’t you just give us a chance?”

sirius cupped his chin and kissed him, teeth and tongue and lips and regret and something that tastes bitter on his tongue that he isn’t quite sure that is tobacco. his fingers carded through remus’ curls, then kissed his jaw, his neck, his collarbone.

“is this a yes?” remus asked, feeling his face heat up and the blush spread over his cheeks.

“it’s a maybe.” sirius smiled against his shoulder, and for remus, right then, that was more than enough.

[raikirikiri]

missing-nin kakashi who leaves the village on his own accord. he’s pushed to the edge, and despite all the anbu missions he’s taken to get himself killed, it just doesn’t work. so he leaves and becomes a mercenary and thinks he might have some luck dying that way. he thinks part of him is still loyal to konoha but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. plus the constant needling of his ex-classmates insisting their his friends when he knows he doesn’t deserve friends, he barely deserves comrades.

so he leaves. and he does the jobs he takes well and yes, he’s still hoping he dies but he’s too good at being a shinobi so he keeps living. no matter how accidental.

he has a good fortune by the start of canon time but id like to believe he lives in a cave with a ratty futon and a few shabby changes of clothes. he lives an extremely solitary life but he’s…healed. a little. he’s never forgiven himself, he probably never will, but he’s made some sort of peace with himself and his actions.

meanwhile. the akatsuki is forming. itachi, kisame, sasori, kakazu, pain, konan, zetsu, obito (still in the shadows). almost the whole crew is there, they just need to round out their numbers a little. and who better to approach than missing-nin copy ninja kakashi? pain brings it up first one rainy day in ame. obito, or madara, is meeting with pain, konan, and zetsu and pain brings up kakashi first.

obito chokes out a no, barely hanging onto his madara act. no, he denies vehemently. the mean thought enrages something in him and the thought of having to see kakashi’s beautiful ugly mug more than he already does (because yes, he may be a missing-nin but obito wouldn’t be a stalker if he couldn’t find his prey over and over again) is brain melting and heart stopping in a very very negative way.

of course pain has to ask why, madara has never had such a visceral reaction to suggestion for a recruit.

his pants around his ankles, obito has to scramble for an excuse and it’s a little more elegant than “he’s not evil enough”. obito shuts the conversation down then and there, deciding to come back to it at a later date when he can be prepared for his ex-teammate’s name to be brought up again.

for the next three years, any time they’re low on numbers, kakashi’s name comes up and obito always struggles to react normally and his answer is always some iteration of “he’s not evil enough”. so hidan comes up with the brilliant idea to force him to be evil, similar to how they forced deidara to join the akatsuki.

obito, failing to come up with counter arguments and running out of excuses, concedes. pain, during their monthly meetings where tobi is madara, is pleased. he suggests sending itachi to fetch him, since they were once anbu together and seeing a familiar face may help. obito vetoes this and decides he’ll go get kakashi himself. he’s, of course, seen how being away from the village has affected him. and while he’s entirely competent, he’s almost too competent. and doesn’t do well with surprises.

without further preamble, he kamuis into kakashi’s cave, startling him and causing him to spill his soup everywhere. now, kakashi is very much attack first, talk second at this point in his life. having been away from society for so long has allowed his hatake genes to really take over and he’s become much more uhhh instinct driven.

so once he gets over his initial shock and his initial reaction of ‘kill kill kill’, he freezes. he’s always had a sharp sense of smell but it’s on a different level now and there’s something familiar about this strange ghost man. for someone so ghoulish, he has a scent and it lights a lamp in kakashi’s subconscious.

‘i know you’ kakashi accuses, a snarl rising in his throat. this ghoul man is in his cave, his private space, he wants answers.

‘do you?’ a deep voice asks, sounding surprised and amused.

kakashi weighs his options of arguing with ghost guy or figuring out why the hell ghost guy just…appeared in his cave.

‘i’m here to take you to join the akatsuki’ ghoul man decides for him. kakashi grunts and picks up his overturn bowl.

‘no thanks’ he states, scooping some soup from the pot into his bowl.

‘it’s not an invitation’ the apparition snaps and kakashi pauses. he sniffs towards ghost guy again but he still can’t place the scent to the man.

‘can you please leave? i’m trying to eat my dinner and well…’ kakashi asks (but of course it’s more of demand), pointedly gesturing to his mask.

‘what? no. you’re coming with me,” obito growls, his eye twitching in irritation. after all these years, all his suffering, all he’s learned and how much he’s grown…bakakashi still gets under his fucking skin.

‘i don’t want to’ kakashi pouts, petulance and amusement in his tone.

‘you don’t get a choice’ obito hisses in madara’s voice. it sounds wrong and entirely too much like obito.

‘maa, what do i get out of it?’ hatake drawls, a glint in his eye that tells obito hes enjoying this far too much.

‘nothing. you get nothing except me letting you continue to live your sorry life’ obito snaps back, unable to stop the heat of annoyance racing up his spine.

‘how do you know my life is sorry?’ kakashi taunts loftily, crossing his arms and lifting his nose to the ceiling.

‘for the love of sage’ obito takes kakashi by the arm and warps them into kamui, uncaring if kakashi recognizes the jutsu or not. he just wants him to shut up. he should kill pain for making him do this. he would kill hidan but that fucker can’t fucking die.

‘hey i recognize that foot’ kakashi mutters to himself, eye squinted at the severed foot he warped into the dimension months ago. huh. that’s where the things he disappears go. interesting.

hey wait—

‘i know that look’ obito bites out, letting his facade drop. stupid fucking genius asshole.

kakashi gasps, eyes watering in disbelief. ‘don’t—don’t fucking do that. get it together already. you’re about to meet a bunch of fuckin’ s-ranked missing-nins, you can’t be crying’

obito’s voice is a little awkward this soft, but he’s sincere. he doesn’t know how or why he’s sincere, he hates kakashi. he thinks. he’s not too sure but he hasn’t been…soft…in years. but the sight of kakashi, broken and worn down, has something in him melting just a little.

‘you fucking dickhead’ kakashi croaks, shoving obito’s shoulder. ‘you fucking— fucking asshole! you were dead! you bastard, how could you not come back? how could you not tell me?’

kakashi’s voice is hard and cracking at the edges. it throws obito off entirely. his mouth opens and closes like a limp fish behind tobi’s mask, trying to find the words he should say.

after a few moments of kakashi’s hardened stare, obito finds himself feeling indignant. ‘i never thought you’d care’ he sneers. a lie.

‘you’re not that fucking good at lying still and i’m not dense. you’ve been stalking me. at least since i left the village’ kakashi accuses with a scoff.

‘i run a terrorist organization!’ obito shoots back hotly. ‘excuse me for thinking duty-driven kakashi wouldn’t take his dead sunshine-happy teammate becoming an s-rank criminal well!’ he seethes, finding he isn’t all that angry. this feels familiar.

‘oh please. i’d follow you till the end of the fucking earth’ kakashi spits before his eyes widen in shock, much like obito’s eye does. kakashi drops his full bowl of soup on the floor of kamui and covers his mouth with both hands.

obito makes a noise in the back of his throat, ‘don’t—‘ and then he’s ripping his mask off and pulling kakashi’s hands away from his face and tugging him close. lips to mask, he doesn’t care, he kisses kakashi fervently.

he tastes kakashi through the clothe of his mask, moaning at the way kakashi moans against him, the way kakashi’s fingers find themselves in obito’s hair. when they finally pull away, obito manages a please smile, cheeks bright red and pupil blown, ‘don’t follow me. walk with me.’

kakashi rolls his eyes and pulls him in for another kiss. ‘told you i knew you’ he whispers against obito’s lips, before nuzzling his face into obito’s neck, scenting him, marking him.

———

AHEM ANYWAY:

i think kakashi’s hair would be grown out, similar to how obito’s hair was during cave life with old ass madara. his already long canines would grow, and he’d be super in touch with nature. i think he’d be able to communicate with animals similar to how juugo is. basically, once away from the village and society, he becomes a lot more hatake-ish. just. kakashi growling and snarling snurfing at any akatsuki member that isn’t obito. or itachi. he’ll accept kisame eventually too, but that’s it. everyone else he does not talk to, only growls at.

[piningpercussionist]

I d ont want to work on this anymore you can't make me,, sorry LisIm nation-

[ziskeyt]

Check out this absolutely stellar art I commissioned of Ganon and Link from Reckon the Stars by @st-hedge! They've done such a marvellous job I am entirely in love. Look at it! Look at the beautiful details! The soft colours. Look at how cosy and soft they are. Ahhhhh!! Just going to casually use this for the fic cover from now on, lol. (Yes this is after the events of the fic.)

Also, new chapter is up! Sorry it's late. Stroke brain has been terrible recently and I fell behind my chapter buffer. Anyway! Chapter 6: A Truth or Two Reckon the Stars

The King of the Gerudo ideally leads his people to continued prosperity. To be remembered as a good king is nearly all that Ganondorf wants in this life, but he knows the legends of some of his predecessors who shared his name, and he cannot help fearing a curse will fall upon him. Especially when he starts to feel as though the desert itself is watching him. What he finds when he investigates what could be out there begins a journey that may just bring all those fears into reality, or it might prove them just as wrong as Ganon has hoped — only time will tell.

In this chapter: things are revealed! A number of them!

[fionaswhvre]

All those Buddie smut fics out there and I'm yet to see one where their tattoos align while they fuck

[steddieunderdogfics]

Falling into the deep end by deansdemondick For the tattoo artist au :3

Falling Into the Deep End by deansdemondick

@stevesjockstrap

Rating: Explicit

11,355 words, 2/2 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Modern Era, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Everyone ends up in California, Slow Burn, (for me), (and Steve), Inadvisable tattooing procedures, Swimmer Steve Harrington, Pierced Eddie Munson, Pet Names, Brat Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Wears Eddie Munson's Clothes, Steve Harrington Wears a Crop Top, Oblivious Eddie Munson, when your friends have to set you up, Getting Together, Oral Sex, Dom Eddie Munson, Size Queen Steve Harrington, Spanking, Semi-Public Sex, Babygirl Steve Harrington, Dirty Talk, Face-Fucking, Anal Sex

Summary

Corroded Coffin Tattoo gets a new client that shakes up their summer.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is Tattoo Artist AU.

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[buddielibrary]

Words: 15,010

Summary:

“I want another tattoo.” Eddie shatters the silence delicately, careful not to disturb the peace that cocoons them.

Pressing his hand further on Eddie’s shoulder, because he knows Eddie like no one has ever known him before, like no one will ever know him again, Buck asks, “Here?”

Eddie nods, tightening his fingers around Buck’s forearm.

“It’s kind of…” Eddie pauses to find the perfect words, until he realizes he doesn’t need them. “It’s kind of for you. And for me. For us. You could… I’d like you to get it too.”

The corners of Buck’s lips curl in a soft smile as his fingers curl around Eddie’s shoulder. “I’d like to get it too.”

(or, Buck and Eddie keep getting matching tattoos, and then discover that maybe everyone is right when they think it means something more.)

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Season/Series 05, Tattoos, Friends to Lovers, Didn't Know They Were Dating, (-ish), Getting Together, First Kiss, Fluff, (like so much fluff)

[vivacissimx]

i was thinking about how your viserra lives AU would me in a modern setting and honestly, its so interesting. the targaryen’s as a political, old money family (so arranged marriages would still be a thing), with jahaerys as the president/prime minister (or even a modern king), therefore aemon and baelon as his future political heirs who’ll run one day for presidency. alysanne as the beloved first lady, the nation’s ideal mother and wife, and her thing is “female empowerment”, etc. viserra, one of jahaerys’ enfant terribles, probably stalked by the media cause she def has that it girl factor. her horse-riding accident could be a drunk driving/racing accident, and she is sent north to marry theomore or to be hidden from the press. viserra’s women councils could lead her to become a lawyer focused on female rights or abuse cases, or in politics, as well. rich heir babygirl desmond being a rich nepo baby in politics probably. and daemon as another scandalous media badboy. and saera was probably sent to rehab or something similar instead of the silent sisters. have u ever thought about it ?

oh I spend between six minutes and two hours thinking about this every single day

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Hellfire Ink

by Hbyrde

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Lust at First Sight, Crush at First Sight, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Pining, Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023-2024, Oblivious Eddie Munson, Idiots in Love Words: 10,359 Chapters: 2/2

Summary

Written for the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023-2024 featuring artwork by the the incredibly talented Glitterfang! Beta'd by the absolutely lovely Penny00dreadful Not for the first time, Eddie was really regretting his decision to book a client on a Friday night, a new client at that. It wasn’t as if he had anything better to do, exactly. There were no dates on his calendar, and going out to random bars and clubs on the weekends to look for quick hook-ups had begun losing its appeal lately. But it’d been a long week, and he’d much rather be getting ready to plop down on the couch with Chrissy to split a bottle of red wine while they watched Drag Race, than preparing to do a cover up for some idiot who’d gotten their girlfriend’s name tattooed on his body, only to fall victim to—The Curse. Ask any tattoo artist and they’d be the first to tell you, there was no surer way to guarantee a breakup than to ink your significant other’s name on your body forever.