The Robins all get matching tattoos except its not a cute family bonding activity, it's mostly just out of spite.
Dick does it first. A single tri-colour Robin feather floating in the space above his collarbone. Everyone gets fed up FAST with him wandering around shirtless (and then in a weirdly abundant number of off-the-shoulder shirts after Alfred politely tells him to start wearing one) to show off his "cool new ink".
Jason decides he's sick of it (and okay, maybe he also likes the sentimentality of a Robin tattoo), so he decides to get his own better art. He turns up in the batcave the next night with a robin skull bathed in sickly green light on his right shoulder. It makes everyone viscerally uncomfortable, and he feels some kind of way about it.
Tim just genuinely likes the idea of getting a tattoo to honour Robin. He opts for something abstract, with a flock of curved Vs, five in all, swooping in a line across the right side of his ribcage. The middle one is a vibrant shade of red.
Steph goes with Tim because she's convinced he'll cry during the process (he doesn't). Tim accuses her of projecting, so she gets a single feather - this time upright and shrouded in purple flames - on her right hip. She sheds one (1) single tear and guilts Tim into buying her Batburger over it on the way home.
A moratorium is called on all family tattoos when Bruce finds Damian threatening the third tattoo artist who dared refuse service to him, a minor. His pleas - that he's the blood son, so he has to have the best tattoo - go entirely unheeded.
Bruce spends three hours at the next team-wide meeting lecturing the Robins for permanently marking their bodies with imagery that might reveal their vigilante identities.
And if he has a fresh tattoo of a bird's nest on his left thigh while he does it, well then nobody has to know.
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desc: you always make decision with eren that are on a whim. whether it’s him taking you to get a tattoo or him filming you, it’s never a normal routine.
content warning: established relationship, tattoos, needles, petnames ( princess, baby, etc…), a little dry humping, filming, oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling, spit, one slap on da face, lmk if i’m missing any lol
an: y’all this a lil rusty but it’s okay i guess. i had to oil up this rusty ol machine, but i hope y’all enjoy. more plug eren and reader to come. even tho this really didn’t have anything to do with him being a plug. it’s just part of the series/ collections idk. take it as you will.
sometimes, you think about some decisions you’ve made and wonder how stupid they were. you’d lay there, dealing with the consequences of your actions and repeating what may have been the alternative route. all the what if’s that would’ve been your reality. however, now that you’ve made that decision, all you could do was think about such things. and at this very moment in time, you’re laying with a very permanent decision.
eren had said you’re a baby for whining. but he had plenty of tattoos in various places, so his word didn’t matter to you. you do suppose that this was your decision after all, so you sit with the pain with your eyes screwed shut. that is what you were repeating in your head as you fought through the last few minutes of your tattoo session.
a lotus flower. eren had once said you were his lotus flower. you had no idea what if meant, but it had stuck with you. he said that you were a beautiful lotus flower on a bright green lily pad, sitting on calm water. he’d say this to you once in a while. and on whim, you decided to get it tattooed on you tonight. right on your sternum.
what a bad decision, because you were in a lot a fucking pain.
“awe, my princess is a little weak.” eren teased, petting your head to calm you down. you opened your eyes, squinting from the bright tattoo studio lights and looked at him with annoyance. from where you were laying and where he was behind you, his big smile almost looked like a frown. you know eren all too well though, he’d never frown in your pain. more so smile in a peculiar pleasure.
the constant puncturing of the small needles in your skin had been a pain. along with the buzzing of the tattoo gun. your head began to throb, so you shut your eyes. eren noticed, seeing how your jaw clenched and the way you swallowed hard. and despite finding a freakish pleasure in your pain, his heart tinged with pain of his own. with that, he moved his fingers to your temples and started messaging them. instantly, you felt calm.
“you’ll be fine, (y/n).” he says low and smoothly.
“yea, because you done.” mikasa said excitedly as she turned off the machine.
you opened your eyes to be directly looking into erens. he smiled big, his canines peeking through. his hands then fall to the side and you’re already missing his touch.
the table you’ve now laid on for god knows how long begins to fuel your discomfort. you wiggle around a bit, lifting you hips to stretch. mikasa let’s you know to stay put as she cleans you up and applies the second skin to avoid any infections.
“you’re all done.” she exclaims with a big smile as she clasps her hands together in excitement.
upon those words, you sit up, zipping your sweater up just enough to leave some room to look at the lotus in the mirror. feeling somewhat lightheaded, you stumble a bit as you hop off the table. eren grabs a hold of your arm, saving you from a fall and hold you close to him. looking up at him, you smile as he leads you to the mirror.
standing in front of the mirror, you inspect the permanent flower on your body. mikasa captured you vision well, and you were so happy about it.
“you look beautiful, baby.” eren says, standing behind you. you smile to him in approval through the reflection of the mirror.
-
the candlelight flickered, soothing your heavy eyes to shut and fall to sleep. you’re tired, using eren chest as a pillow. you listened to his heartbeat and inhaled his scent. it soothed you even more.
then you do it again, inhaling louder. your stomach caves in from how deep you took in erens scent. holding your breath for a bit, you breathe out with a low hum.
“what are you doing?” he chuckles, looking down at where your head rested.
you shoot up, lifting yourself from your comfort, “i’m addicted to the way you smell.”
“you’re fucking insane.”
rolling your eyes, you sit up. unzipping your sweater to take a look at the new ink on your skin. you couldn’t stop looking at it. admiring it. showing it off every few minutes. you felt tough. this pain was nothing, you thought. you could get a ton of tattoos now.
“will you take a picture for me?” you say suddenly, looking at him with doe like eyes. maybe part of you knew eren wouldn’t want to due to the placement of the tattoo. but you’d thought it’d be different since you’ve been dating for a while, and he always took pictures of you.
he was your personal photographer after all.
eren squints his eyes at you, his tongue poking at his cheek, “why?”
“because i want to post it.”
“for who?”
your mouth drops, and you match his judging gaze, “for all the other men who want me besides you.” the attitude is apparent in your tone as you rolled your eyes dramatically.
“watch your tone.” he’s no longer squinting his eyes, his brows are now furrowed and he spoke with a slight irritation in his voice.
“for me. who else?” you poke his forehead, and eren shoos you hand away.
you catch onto his attitude, realizing he’s not playing around anymore. it wasn’t a joke to him. he was somewhat a bit upset at you. this always happened. eren is short tempered, but you’re patient for him. all you could roll your eyes, again, and move on with your night.
“fine,” you sit up, grabbing your phone off the side table by your bed. “i’ll take if myself-”
just as you were about to get off your bed, eren wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto him.
“hey,” you scramble a bit and get up, acting as if this wasn’t a normal occurrence with eren. but it was.
“don’t worry about it, baby. i’ll take them for you.” he grabs a hold to your phone in your hand, his other hand gripping to your waist and squeezing.
you frown at him, “i’m sorry. c’mon, let me take those picture for you.” he’s sitting up, resting his back again the headboard. you squeeze your thighs around him, trying not to tip over.
“you sure?”
“yes.” he said lowly, his eyes shifting from yours to your body. your cheeks heat up once he looks at you. no matter how long you’ve been with eren, you never stop to get nervous around him.
you feel his hands inch up and down, thumbs pressing circles into your stomach. he looks back into your eyes, and you blink like the flustered girl you were. he begins to unzip your sweater, covering you just enough so your chest wasn’t showing. eren pushes the sweater a little off your shoulders and you shift you hips a bit. you feel him harden below you.
with the phone still in hand, eren unlocks your phone to take a photo.
you straighten up, arch your back and lift your hips a little. click. he take the photo. resting back down into erens lap, you whimper as his hard on makes contact with your clit. he groans quietly, lifting his hips to hit that spot again.
“no, one more picture. i want a a lot to choose from.” your placing your hands on his stomach, pushing him into the bed and leaning forward. click.
“smile.” he laughs a little, watching you blush once again and snaps more pictures.
“take nice ones, eren.”
“i am, baby.” he shifts your phone to your face and you hear your phone ding, letting you know your being recorded.
“hey!” you whine, pushing the phone, “stop playing.”
“i’m getting impatient, princess.” he groans, eyes shifting to his hard cock. “you keep teasing me.”
erens tone gets a bit whiny. though, you should be slightly annoyed, you fun pleasure in this. the way his gaze on you is now hungry, but you’re in control. and the way he groans when you rub yourself on him and he’s thrusting up for more.
you’re stomach bubbled in anticipation. you wanted to keep going for your own pleasure, but something about seeing eren whine and beg for it excited you. you felt your cunt throb. this would be new.
dropping the sweater off your shoulders, you expose your tits to him, nipples hardening from the cool breeze of the night. he reaches out to squeeze your tit, grab his hand and place it back to your hip. the phone still in his hand recording.
“c’mon, princess. let me touch you.” he whines, lips quivering.
you smile, not saying a word but instead rocking your hips against eren. dragging your clothed cunt against his cock foward feverishly, and moving back slowly. you continue this for a while, fast then slow. teasing eren and yourself. letting out soft whimpers while doing so.
then, you stop. you lift your lips away from eren and all his pleasure is gone. he thrust his hips in the air trying to find satisfaction in that. but it’s useless.
looking at eren, you see he’s holding the phone to the sealing. reaching out, you adjust it just enough so you’d be in the view. you lower yourself on the bed, hooking your dainty fingers on the waist band of his pajama pants and pulling them down. as your free his cock, he groans as it slaps against his stomach. you shove two fingers in your mouth, letting spit drip down them to moisten his length. thick and long, his tip leaking precum. you spread your spit around the tip, wrapping your hands around him and stroking. with your free hand you, play with his balls.
“fuckin-”
eren is cut off as he feels your wet tongue drag along the length of his cock. you swirl your tongue on the tip before wrapping your plump lips around it, then he feels the warmth of you mouth take the entirety of his cock. slowly, teasingly, he feels you inch down to the base. your nose shoved up against him. you look at him and hallow your cheeks.
he looks down at you, and moans lewdly. teeth grinding, sucking in deep breaths, brows furrowed and cheeks blushing. the grip on your phone he has as tight, the white of his knuckles peeped through.
he huffed and frowned. your hair was covering your perfect face. with his free hand, he moved the hair out of your face, wrapping his hands enough to tug you back a bit. you let his cock slip out of your mouth, a sting of saliva connected you to him drips down your chin.
“don’t drop the goddamn phone.” you spat out, more salivia slipping past your mouth. you lick your lips and swallow hard.
god, you’re so fuckin’ messy.
“never, baby.” he rasps, tugging on your hair once again. you moan at that. it hurt so good that you felt slick drip from your cunt.
at that, you spit again on him, taking him back in your mouth. he hits the back of your throat and it stings, but it brings you bliss. shutting your eyes, you bob your head against him, sucking hard once you get to his tip. your fast, no longer teasing him. you had a goal and that was for him to spill inside you.
your hands moved at the same speed as your mouth. filled with your spit and his own precum, the slick just added to his pleasure. eren loved your messiness when you sucked his cock.
“so fucking good, princess.” eren says through his teeth.
you look at him, his hair dishealved and almost out of its tight little bun. he’s so close. his chest is rising and falling, and his breath is shaky. you only speed up noticing this, looking him in the eyes. taking him in fast, hallowing your cheeks harder and adding more pressure on tongue as you reach his cockhead.
“ah fuck-, fuck baby.” he thrusting his hips into you mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you gag, but inhale deeply through your nose and continue to reach your goal.
and in seconds a thick, warmth fills your mouth. eren groans loudly thrusting his hips so you get every last drop of his cum in your mouth. that salty, thick liquid coats your mouth. you release his cock from your mouth, pursing your lips together and swallowing hard. he’s a mess, chest rising and falling. you and him are warn down, but you take it into you hands to clean him up.
you lick your spit off the length of his cock and take his tip in your mouth on last time. you suck hard, releasing it with a pop. eren looks at you with a lust filled gaze.
“let me see.” he’s referring to his cum. he wanted you to take it all. eren releases his hand from your hair and grips onto your chin. he squeezes your cheeks and moves the phone to record the inside of your mouth. you stick your tongue out to prove you swallowed it all.
“good fuckin’ girl.” he gives you a small smack on your cheek in approval.
“now show the camera your pretty little tattoo.”
you listen quickly, sitting up above eren. the bed squeaks from your quick movements. you feel the slick between your legs drip down your thighs. eren moved the camera back onto your chest, he’s running a hand up to your chest and squeezes your tit. you didn’t care if he was touching you now. his touch ignited something in you. it always did. either way, you broke him down just a bit. at least for today.
Tattoo Artist verse details (Most verses that take place after Conrad graduates/runs away from home take place in this verse)
Age: anywhere from 20 to 27
Look changes: Conrad is a little more buff, his hair had grown to his shoulders, and he has several tattoos (the amount and designs changes depending on threads and interactions, but a few remain the same every time. He also has more scars along his biceps, pecs and collarbone.
Consistent tattoos: 2 solid black bands around his left bicep, a trio of dragons flying up his right pec/shoulder(if he graduates, they’re birds instead), and a small tattoo of the words 'why not?' that's below and to the left of his navel.
Piercings: studs in both ears (usually black triangles), a silver titanium tongue stud, and a black titanium stud in his right eyebrow.
Style: Conrad gets a lot more grunge, choosing band t-shirts, leather jackets, torn jeans and black converses or combat boots. He still has his old letterman jacket, but he mainly keeps it as a memento rather than something he still wears.
Occupation: You might've guessed by the verse name, but Conrad is a tattoo artist, either a full time artist or a co-owner who also does work as an artist there.
i am super tempted to get jotaro’s quote to josuke tattooed somewhere, maybe my forearm or shoulder blade idk. after josuke’s grandfather died jotaro told him “it can be said that humans live by destroying. in the midst of that, your power is kinder than anything else.”
ofc i wanna get it in Japanese since i watched the Japanese dub but idk if it’s a stupid tattoo idea. if any of yall have an opinion lmk <3
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Tw: tattoos, smoking, fuckboy behavior, sex for tattoos, totally self indulgent.
A/N: I had this idea while being tattooed and now here we are. Enjoy :)
Tags: @nymphoheretic @lanarist @renhoeku
• Tatoo artist Eren Jeager who has suicideboys, NBA youngboy, and Post Malone blasting in his booth. Also, listens to heavy metal, hard rock, and some alternative. He likes a mix.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager who has a shit ton of black and gray tattoos on his arms.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager who is always a little too close for comfort when it comes to tattooing his clients. His hand really doesn’t need to be on your thigh or the way he has your arm positioned doesn’t need to brush against his dick, but no one is going to complain. And let’s not forget the subtle warm breath you feel from time to time on your skin coming from him.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager also vapes a lot. His booth always filled with smoke and if you have a problem with it, you can get the fuck out of his chair.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager is actually really good at his work. He does realism tattoos really well, but he also enjoys the older style tattoos also.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager definitely let’s people give him head for a discounted tattoo.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager seems cold as fuck, not much for conversation, but he doesn’t need to. His eyes do all of the talking. If he isn’t fuckin’ you physically, he’s fuckin’ you mentally.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager is popular on social media for how hot he is. People travel to see him all of the time. His books are very full so you better never cancel.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager has a mix of patchwork tattoos and also blackout on one of his arms or legs. He always wears black skinny jeans, black vans, and a black shirt that hugs his muscles tight. Sometimes his shirts have designs on them.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager does judge you for your tattoos. If you get something simple and stereotypical for your first tattoo, he is roasting your ass lmao. “Your zodiac sign? You believe in that astrology bullshit?” Yes, my first tattoo was my Leo sign
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager drives a truck. Don’t ask me why this matters because it don’t. But it’s nice. He also has a cool older car collection.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager eventually owns a shop. Not right away due to not wanting the responsibility, but he does get there.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager has earrings. Maybe eventually small gages, but he definitely has earrings in.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager is always worth the money. One way or another, you’ll always be a satisfied customer.
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