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kankuroplease · 14 days
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Emotional support foxs that also will sing you through it 🎶
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glitterfang · 21 days
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“Hellfire Ink”
written by @hbyrde36 with art by @glitterfang
E, tattoo shop au, pining, getting together, idiots in love
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
read it on ao3!
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flowercrowngods · 1 month
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🤍🌷 happy 1st birthday to what’s probably the fluffiest silliest most feel-good thing i’ve ever written in this fandom
nice to meet you, where you been?
aka. 12k of meeting again later in life schmoop featuring soft-ass steve, smitten trans!eddie, and hellcheer bestieism that is to die for
“Steve Harrington?” 
Eddie would cringe at his loud voice or the sheer and absolute bewilderment that can probably be heard three blocks down, but he’s too busy rewiring his brain. 
“Uh, hi,” Harrington says, pulling black nitrile gloves from his long fingers and dropping them into the bin before fixing Eddie with a mildly amused but definitely confused look. “Can I help you?” 
No. No he can’t. Eddie cannot be helped, because apparently Harrington isn’t even here just to get tattooed, but instead— No. Nah man. That can’t be. 
“What are you doing here?” Eddie says intelligently after a whole lot of staring, dumbfounded. 
Steve looks around for a second, doing all those face gymnastics he always used to do in high school when he was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. 
“This—This is my shop?” 
It should be insulting, the way he enunciates every word like Eddie needs the whole world explained to him in very slow, very easy words. Which, actually, he might, because apparently the world is a really fucking weird place in which Steve Harrington wears pastel sweaters and owns a tattoo shop. 
Eddie is pretty sure he hit his head. Or stepped into an alternate dimension. Or both. Considering his luck on, like, an existential scale, it’s probably both. 
“No way, man,” is all Eddie says, and this time Harrington is really leaning into the amusement, though judging by his face, he must also be wondering if Eddie requires medical attention. The jury’s still out on that one, though. 
Harrington looks around his shop again, squinting at Eddie with that fucking smile still in place. “This… is not my shop?” Oh, he is sassy. Mister pastel-wearing sassy man Harrington, who is smiling at Eddie in a way that is entirely too contagious. 
None of this makes sense and Eddie just sags, tearing his eyes away from the vision of Harrington in his bright clothes, the golden afternoon sun catching in his hair as a light breeze comes in through the window. 
Eddie crosses his arms in front of his chest, because if he doesn’t, he would probably do something stupid like play with his hair or hide behind it. And Steve shouldn’t have that power over him anymore. They aren’t stupid teenagers anymore, and he does not have a crush on the golden boy!
“I might sound like a complete dick right now, but finding out that Steve ‘The King, The Hair, The Legend’ Harrington apparently inks people for a living was not on my bingo sheet for this week. Hell, even for this lifetime, I think.” 
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eilidh-eternal · 3 months
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What if…
What if part of readers ‘training’ is cock warming ghost while he tats her???
The squirming when he gets to a particularly sensitive part of the piece, tensing your muscles and inadvertently clenching so fucking hard around him to keep from moving and fucking up his lines that he has to take a break…
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sthormiiii · 5 months
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today i offer you:
viravos flowershop au !!! 💐
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kim'dael has a tattoo shop nextdoor bc i lovee the idea of them being besties !! (also bc im such a lesbian and needed to draw her in a pretty outfit...)
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i want to make this au a fanfiction so badd, but I don't have enough free time😕😕
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willsimpforanyone · 1 year
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hey !! i absolutely adore your account. your writing is just amazing!!! i was wondering if you could do more leo valdez smuts!?
ahhhh thank you so much i'm glad you like my writing!!
this will have obligatory spanish pet names in it because i am cringe and proud k thanks also it's a flower shop/tattoo shop au because that's the best trope i don't make the rules
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There was a tap on my shop door.
"Knock knock, chica, where you at?"
I rolled my eyes but grinned. "In the back," I yelled back. "Gimme a sec."
The door opened and closed, the little bell dinging, and I stripped off my black gloves. "Okay, all done! How'd you like it?"
Nico nodded approvingly at his new tarot card tattoo - Death, of course. "Looks awesome, how much do I owe you?"
"£180, because you're my favourite." I winked at him as I led him out the room.
He shook his head. "You know that's not the right price." Nico took out an envelope of cash and slid it across the counter. "£200, plus tip, don't even think about it."
He caught me before I could protest, and made to leave. "Hey Valdez."
From the sofa, Leo grinned up at him. "Hey dude, whatcha get?"
Nico pulled up his shirt sleeve to show off his new tattoo. Leo nodded approvingly. "Looks sick, Will's gonna love it." Nico coloured slightly but gave a small smile, nodded and left.
I leaned forward on the counter. "So, Valdez, what brings you to my dark corner of the world?"
He brandished the small collection of blooms he held. "Thought I'd bring it a little bit of colour." Beelining to where I had a wilting bunch of flowers in a vase, Leo swapped them out. I leant on my hand and smiled- he was right, the studio could use a little colour now and then.
"Is today the day I get to ink you?" I tapped my fingers on the wooden surface, fingers buzzing slightly from the tattoo gun.
Leo grinned. "Oh, you wish you could make your mark on this." He gestured down to himself, and I allowed myself to rake my eyes over him. His loose grey shirt was faintly patterned with roses, and his jeans clung to his legs appealingly.
"You have no idea, honey." I winked at him and got the pleasure of seeing his tan skin tinge with red.
He coughed lightly. "I don't think I'd suit tattoos, anyway." He shrugged. "Probably not, anyway."
I slipped out from behind the counter to face him. "Oh, I don't know, I wouldn't say that." I considered him carefully, as an art piece rather than a person. "Tattoos are for everyone, as long as they get something they love."
Leo shifted slightly and I reached out for his arm. He let me take it. "See, I'd do a flowering vine-" I ran my fingers down his left forearm. "-along here, delicate but thick enough not to get lost in your skin."
"Oh yeah?"
I nodded, reaching up to his shoulder. "Perhaps your favourite flower, or a flower of significance, resting on your shoulder." Carefully, carefully coming to rest a finger on his chest. "A little something here, anything you'd like, just for you."
Leo had frozen, deep brown eyes fixed on my face. I took a step back, not missing where Leo swayed towards me just slightly.
"Of course, it's up to you." Just for the hell of it, I decided to push my luck. "I have a few other ideas of how I could mark you, should you be interested."
I heard him let out a shaky breath and push dark curls behind his ears. Silently, I prayed that I didn't push it too far and scare him off. The crush I'd been harbouring for the past two months squeezed my heart.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, god I hope I'm not wrong, but we're very much not talking about tattoos anymore, are we?"
I turned round to see Leo with his hands clenched by his side and his lip being worried between his teeth. Slowly, I shook my head.
"No, not tattoos. Or rather, the kind that would fade in a couple days and are made with my mouth against your neck."
"Oh thank fuck." Leo relaxed and reached out, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine.
Instantly my arms were wrapped around his neck and I was grinning like an idiot. For a brief moment I wondered if I had any more clients today but a quick glance at the clock told me it was past 6pm, closing time. Regretfully I pulled away from Leo and he pouted.
"What's wrong?"
I disentangled myself from his arms, racing to the door to lock it and turn the 'open' sign to 'closed' before returning to pull Leo's face down to mine. "Absolutely nothing, hermoso, nothing at all."
Leo let out a throaty groan and looped his fingers in my belt loops to pull me closer. "Woman, you are driving me insane." He kissed me hard, hips pressing againt mine and I felt heat flame in my stomach, looping and curling.
"Hey-" In between kisses, I tried to talk. "-I live-" Kiss. "-literally right upstairs-" Kiss. "-if you want to-" Kiss. "-take this further."
Leo pulled back this time, massive grin on his flushed face, already looking a mess. "Oh hell yeah, lead the way."
It took only moments to take his hand and lead him through my studio, up the stairs and into the flat I owned above my shop. I shut the door behind us and pinned Leo to it, fingers twisting and gently tugging at his hair. He whined and slipped his hands under my shirt, smoothing them along my stomach. "Do I get to see your tattoos?" He panted, eyes dark with want.
"Maybe, if you ask nicely." I winked at him. "But I believe I was going to give you a few."
"As many as you want, mi amor, whatever you want." Oh, this was going to be fun.
I pulled him away from the door and practically dragged him to my bedroom. I pointed to the pillows. "Sit."
He did it without question and I got a thrill of satisfaction. I crawled over to him, throwing a thigh over his lap and settling into his lap. Serious time for a moment. "If you want to stop at any point, let me know, okay?"
Leo nodded. "Same goes for you."
Cute. I pressed my lips to his gently, softly, a small thank you for being receptive. I shifted myself forward a little, until my hips were almost against his. My lips ghosted over his lips one last time before I swept along his jawline. I felt his hands hovering over my waist, my hips, my thighs, before I took his wrists and settled him on the tops of my thighs. "I'm not fragile, baby."
"Oh, I'm sure you're not, but if we keep going like this, I might be."
I rested my hands on his chest. "I'll try not to break you." Leaning in closer, I kissed just below his ear. "At least, not this time."
He whimpered, fingers digging into my flesh beneath my jeans.
I dragged my mouth along the planes of his neck, skin warm and heartbeat pounding beneath it. Finding his pulse point, I gave it a gentle suck, feeling Leo inhale sharply. "Good?"
He let out a shuddery breath. "Very good."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I nipped hard up and down his neck, leaving a trail of blossoming red in my wake. I bit purple roses and violets, tattooing the little moans and gasps from him into his skin. His collarbone was decorated with faint teeth marks, each one marked with the memory of a twist of his hips.
I pulled back briefly to tug at his button-down and he nodded emphatically, practically ripping it off so I could continue to kiss and bite and suck at his overheated skin.
"Hey," he breathed, tapping my thigh. "I made a questioning noise, still buried in his neck. "Hey, if you don't stop we're gonna have a problem that can only be solved with doing laundry and I don't think you have jeans my size."
"So what? I think that's sexy as fuck." I continued to work on the large brand I was sucking into his skin.
"My point still stands." He ran his hand up my back and into my hair, gently tugging to pull me away. I let a moan slip before I could catch it and Leo raised an eyebrow.
"Shut up," I poked at a hickey and he hissed. "You look like you got too enthusiastic with watercolour paints."
He rolled his eyes and before I could register the action, he flipped us round so he was hovering above me, elbows supporting him. "You've had your fun, reducing me to a whimpery mess, now it's my turn."
I bit my lip at the look in his eyes, suddenly feeling that I was wearing far too many clothes.
Waiting for any indication that he should stop, Leo dragged my shirt over my head as best he could, leaving me in a bra and my jeans. He caught his breath as he saw my tattoos. I was covered in them, an art gallery of my favourite things done by some of my favourite people. Reverently, he traced a finger over the lines and I shivered, goosebumps mottling my skin.
"Holy shit, you're gorgeous."
I gave a breathy laugh. "What, only just noticed?"
Leo shook his head, deadly serious. "No, you're always gorgeous, this is just... a new part of the gorgeous that I've never seen before."
My cheeks felt hot and I wriggled under him at the compliments. "You gonna do something about it, or?"
His eyes flicked up to mine. "What, you don't think I'd fuck you into next week if I had the chance?"
I didn't have a chance to formulate a retort. He deftly undid the fastening on my jeans and dipped his hand into them. I arched my back at the contact and Leo swore. "God, you're soaked, hermosa, glad to see I'm not the only one on the edge."
My hand made weak contact with his arm and he laughed. "Very much not a bad thing, very much a 'sexy as fuck' thing."
"Just fuckin' touch me, Valdez."
"As you wish."
He slipped a finger inside my pussy, and my eyes rolled back. Marking him up may have affected me more than I let on. "M-more, Leo, I need more."
Obediently, he added another finger, and another, curling all three so deliciously inside me. My hands were clutching at his shoulders, at the pillows, the bedspread, I was sure I looked a mess but Leo looked at me like I'd hung the stars in the damn sky.
"So fucking pretty, so beautiful, I'm gonna take you out on a proper date tomorrow, I swear." He muttered promises and affections and it was all I could do to not come right there, impaled on his fingers and whining desperately.
When his hand pulled away I nearly sobbed before he was kissing my face, murmuring reassurances. "I know, I know, but I gotta get your jeans and panties off, okay? You want me to fuck you, right?"
That gave me a little clarity, and I allowed him to tug off the rough demin both from me and from him. I threw myself to the side, rummaging around in my bedside table before triumphantly producing a foil packet.
Leo accepted the gift and I got to see him slip on the condom and bite his lip to not come from the contact.
"Leo." He looked up at me, curls a mess, lips slightly swollen.
"Fuck me into next week."
He pounced on me, hands grasping at my hips to pull me flush against him. The pads of his fingers tightened and I allowed myself a moment to imagine the bruises they would leave after this.
He guided his cock in between my thighs, pausing right at the entrance. "You all good?"
I smiled. "So very good."
He pushed into me with one swift motion and I cried out, feeling so full and so good. Leo pounded into me, looking as desperate as I felt. He buried his face into my neck. "Okay, super lame but I am not gonna last long."
"Super not lame." My voice sounded wrecked. "Super fucking hot that I got you that worked up. You are super welcome to come whenever you want."
I felt him smile against my skin. "You first."
His hand reached down in a feat of strength with how hard he was thrusting into me, and he began pushing circles into my clit. My head tilted back and Leo pressed sharp kisses into the exposed flesh.
The sensations were too much and would never ever be enough and I tilted my hips just right so he was hitting just right inside me and the thin line keeping me tethered snapped.
My nails dug into his shoulders and I came hard, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure and excitement and with just enough clarity I felt Leo's hips stutter as my pussy clamped down on his dick as I came. His swearing was muffled into my skin but he pushed into me as much as he could, coming with almost a shout.
There was a moment of quiet, the two of us remembering how to breathe and enjoying the feeling of being connected. It was with simultaneous groans that Leo pulled out of me, flopping to my side and pressing absent kisses to my shoulder.
"Well," he breathed. "How do my new tattoos looks?"
I ran my fingers over my masterpiece. "I'd say they look pretty good, if I do say so myself."
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yes i did get carried away lol hope you enjoyed and thank you for requesting!
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stardustasincocaine · 4 months
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@carryon-countdown
Day 20 - Flowers
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“I’ve conditioned you to get aroused looking at flowers. This is my crowning achievement in life. Nothing will ever be better than this”. Sword of Mages Tattoo, RooBadley
Raise your hand if you saw another Sword Of Mages Tattoo fan art coming for this prompt. Yeah, I know… I am nothing if not predictable. Read the amazing and incredible and life-changing fic here
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cloned-eyes · 11 months
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Ok so announcement:
I decided to remake this piece after @motte-the-goblin (seriously thank you for that) brought it to my attention what kind of horrible shit Till Lindemann did and did some of my own research and now don't feel comfortable with the other version anymore.
I apologize for it and will take down the other version. it would also be nice of anyone who reblogged the old version to take it down as well.
I grew up with the pirated Rammstein CD's of my mom and while i liked the music, i paid very little mind to the band/singer overall. Now that I'm more educated I don't want it on my blog anymore.
No hate to anyone one, thanks again for being informed on this topic
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foxieflower · 9 days
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The Groom
The start of the Biker Eddie au involves Waylon tattooing his back with an empty wedding scene, so here it is :3c
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the-ria · 1 year
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2015 Tumblr called they want their alt edit Gerard back 😔
I posted a sketch of Gerard with piercings and tattoos a while back on Patreon and ever since then I've wanted to continue exploring this AU further. Which kinda led me to ask a question what if they weren't afraid of needles and pursued a career of a tattoo artist instead :0
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kankuroplease · 3 months
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levis-wii-controller · 2 months
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Started working on a Hualian Flower Shop x Tattoo Parlour Modern AU and I'm 5,000 words in ::D
Chapter 1 now posted!!!:
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flowercrowngods · 1 year
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TATTOO SHOP AU
So, here’s the thing. Eddie is not exactly known to be sceptical when it comes to tattoo parlours. Hell, he doesn’t even need the place to have four walls and a roof, necessarily. Sometimes a spontaneous idea, the right equipment and no one to talk him out of it are all it takes. It is, quite frankly, a miracle he’s never had an infection — hell, one time he and Gareth decided it would be a great idea to stick and poke with black ink of a broken pen after school in the boys‘ room.
The point: Eddie will get tattooed just about anywhere if he feels like it. Fuck around and find out, right?
But this might just be the first time he takes a good hard look at a place and decides to turn on his heel and get the fuck out of there.
The place is clean and almost minimalistic, plants and frames artwork being the main decor. Golden light of the afternoon sun is streaming in through large windows, the hardwood floor polished and shining, and it’s just everything that Eddie is not. It’s exactly the kind of place that Chrissy would be drawn to, so it makes sense she’d recommend this to him, but she should know him better than that.
The thing that makes his skin crawl the most, though, is that there’s some fucking indie pop music coming quietly from the speakers — and, Jesus, is that Taylor Swift?
“Oh, hell no,” he mutters under his breath, feeing like he’s somehow stepped into another world where metal or any kind of taste or good music has not been invented yet.
Eddie is just about to do a one-eighty and get the hell out of here, ready to never trust Chrissy’s tattoo recommendations again, when a guy steps into the room. He’s dressed in pastel colours, of all things, and that might just be the last straw for Eddie.
No, okay, scratch that. The last fucking straw is when Eddie recognises that face, that polished, polite smile and that stupid lush hair he’s always been jealous of.
“Steve Harrington?”
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eilidh-eternal · 3 months
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What if part of readers ‘training’ is cock warming ghost while he tats her???
Sweet lord almighty, warn a woman, won't you?!
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I might, but I don't think Ghost would
He 1000% has his own setup in his flat that he uses to touch up his own sleeve with. Would have you stripped down while he freehand's the design, wondering why you can't at least wear shorts and a bra if he's just adding on to the piece he did on your thigh, when he starts laying out your Rules for this session.
Starts his deconstruction process by giving you instructions, would make you peel each article of clothing off of him while reciting the standard ones for him. It's only when he's got you seated on his cock, snug in your cunt with your back pressed to his chest, that he starts spelling it all out for you. Would tease your clit just to tell you how you have to be oh-so still for him so he doesn't mess up the outlining, otherwise he'll just have to cover it up with his full name :)
he's secretly hoping you're a squirming mess because he's been dying to see his name on your skin ever since that first session
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noxexistant · 8 months
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i am bewitched body and soul by my own modern au. have mush.
whispers he has tattoos too but i haven’t designed those yet shhhh
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weebqueen · 4 months
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Tattoo Shop AU Sukuna x Reader
My return to writing fanfiction after many years. I wanted to bring some tattoo knowledge to fanfiction and put myself out there!!
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