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leonslutkennedeeznuts · 7 months

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Lovin' Your Skin | Tattoo Artist!Leon x Fem!Reader

"With that, Leon flexed his arms so you could get a better look. He was covered in ink. You wanted to spend all day and night tracing your fingers over the works of art inked onto his skin, hearing his stories about what each tattoo represented." (AO3) | Tattoo Artist Leon credit: tanya.gavva

You didn’t even want a tattoo but you figured it wouldn’t be that bad. Your pain tolerance was low, you weren’t 100% certain the design you’d picked would look good on your skin forever but Leon was sooo gorgeous. Just to be near him in the tattoo parlor for a few hours would make everything so worth it. Or so you’d thought.

Leon was covered in tattoos. He had sleeves on both arms and you could see the beginning of a neck piece as you stole a few glances at him here and there. He was so focused the few times you’d gone by the shop to watch him work. He was your friend’s tattoo artist. This was all her fault really. Months ago she’d asked you to come by with her for yet another tattoo and when you’d seen the blonde haired beauty of a man who did the work, you were head over heels.

“Name’s Leon,” he’d said as he shook your hand.

Leon. A name you wanted to be screaming every night.

“What makes you want a tattoo,” he’d asked you as your friend checked out her finished piece in the mirror behind him. “It can be addicting, I must warn you.”

You didn’t want a tattoo. You wanted him. Same difference.

“Always thought about it,” you lied, awkwardly laughing. You hoped he couldn’t read the lust on your face as you caught a glimpse of him licking his lips. “Yours look really cool, very intricate.”

With that, Leon flexed his arms so you could get a better look. He was covered in ink. You wanted to spend all day and night tracing your fingers over the works of art inked onto his skin, hearing his stories about what each tattoo represented.

“Wow,” you whispered, stepping closer to get a better look. “You did these all yourself?”

Leon shook his head. “Most but not all. Couldn’t reach my back but I designed that piece myself.” He winked at you before asking. “You want to see it?”

It was pathetic how fast you shook your head yes. Leon’s body was a work of art in itself. He made a little show of taking his shirt off for you, your friend laughing and shaking her head in the background still eying her own ink. How she was immune to Leon’s charm and sex appeal was beyond you.

Leon had a rose tattoo that started the sleeve on his right shoulder, in honor of his grandmother he’d said, that led into abstract shapes, you spied a spiderweb on his elbow and even a sea turtle on his inner arm, an Eagle on his neck- you stopped trying to decipher everything and started to take in the view of his abs. He’d been getting tattooed since his 21st birthday, something he’d done with his friends on a drunken dare after failing out of the police academy but quickly discovered his love of the profession.

After opening his first tattoo shop at 27, he started designing and doing his own tattoos as best as he could to promote his business. Now he was booked up months in advance. He always made time for your friend though.

His chest wasn’t covered yet, he’d mentioned thinking of leaving that bare for now. You imagined how your hands would rest perfectly on his pecs as you rode him into oblivion.

Leon caught you staring, you weren’t really hiding it. You wondered if he was tatted up from the waist down as well, how your untouched flesh would look against his in the heat of passion, how you wanted his name breathlessly leaving your lips-

“Do you want a tattoo, seriously?” Your friend’s voice cut through the sexual tension like a knife. “I think she’s lying, Leon.”

“No, I’m serious! I do want one. I have a Pinterest board of ideas,” you spat out hurriedly. “Here,” you said, lifting up your sleeve to show the spot on your wrist where you wanted to be inked.

Leon, still shirtless, took your wrist into his hands, eying it and you. “A wrist tat, hmm? I’d be honored to be your first,” he’d simply stated. Still shirtless. Still eyeing you in disbelief.

If he wanted to call your bluff, so be it as long as he was calling you.

“Yep and maybe a neck one too, ya know, one that people can’t see unless I wear my hair up.”

Your friend rolled her eyes and began to grab her purse and car keys. From what you’d seen her tattoo was beautiful, a bright Koi fish on her left shoulder to match the aquatic sleeve she was getting done eventually.

“I will believe it when I see it, Y/N. Don’t waste Leon’s time just because you think he’s hot,” she chided jokingly as she went to the door.

Leon put his tank top back on and handed you one of his business cards, letting his fingers linger on yours for a bit too long to be an accident.

“Well, Y/N, if you’re serious here’s my contact information. I don’t have any openings really in the next few months but text me and I will see what I can do for you.” He winked at you again. “Want to see this Pinterest board of yours.”

“Oh, right, totally! I’ll send you the link.” Great, now you had to create a Pinterest board of tattoos that you hoped Leon thought were cool. Your eyes lingered to the perfect pout of his lips then to his cerulean eyes. “I can’t wait to set up my appointment with you, Leon.”

You weren’t planning to actually get a tattoo. You just wanted a way to talk to him really and the guy owned a tattoo shop, clearly that was something he was passionate about. What better way to get his attention than to get him to tattoo you himself? Right?

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It was Leon that actually called you first.

After that evening in his shop, you realized that if you did reach out to him that it would be obvious you weren’t really serious about all this. You were sure women flocked at him all the time with lies about tattoos to get him in their bed. You wouldn’t be the first.

Your friend was no help. She claimed that Leon either had a girlfriend already or was hooking up with a fellow artist at another shop.

“Her name starts with J, I think,” she’d said deep in thought. “Or maybe it’s the redhead biker chick from that bar.”

But you forgot all about that when you got a call from an unknown number a few days later.

“Leon?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he confirmed with a slight chuckle. “I never heard back from you about the tattoo, was wondering if you changed your mind about seeing me.”

You always wanted to see him. From the few times you’d met he had an effect on you but he was a huge flirt. Maybe he was just trying to get a new client aka more money, nothing personal.

“Oh, I- the tattoo,” you sighed and decided to come clean. “Look, Leon, I don’t know about that anymore.”

“Understandable, I honestly figured as much.” You heard some faint background noise of a horror movie playing in the background. Seems like he was home alone on a Friday night too.

“Well, in the spirit of being honest, Y/N, I was hoping to just see you again. Tattoo or not.”

You almost dropped your phone in shock. You didn’t know what you thought Leon’s type was but it definitely wasn’t you. He seemed like a total badass, a bad boy. You were a goody two shoes overachiever working a boring 9-5 while Leon was a daredevil risk taker.

Plus you were pretty sure Leon was a little over six years older than you. Which made his admission all the more arousing. You couldn’t help the throbbing you felt between your legs now.

“Cat got your tongue,” he teased, clearly enjoying this.

“No, I’m just kind of shocked,” you admitted. “I didn’t think I was your type really.”

You thought back to the women your friend had mentioned Leon dated. You’d seen them both in passing, looked nothing like you (or one another) but they were gorgeous. You felt so basic by comparison.

Leon was silent for a bit, you almost thought he’d hung up before you heard him clear his throat. “Hmm, how about I take you out tomorrow night and show you how much of my type you are?”

It was a date.

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You don’t know exactly how this happened. One minute you were agreeing to let Leon walk you to your apartment door and the next he had you wet and begging for him to fuck you, his lips on your neck definitely leaving hickeys for everyone to see that you were his. The date had gone very well to your surprise and now it was about to get even better.

First thing you noticed about Leon was that he was an amazing kisser. His hands were feeling you up all over, just enough to get you hot and bothered and leaning into his embrace silently begging for more. He sucked your tongue and grinded into you, almost dry humping on the couch before you couldn’t take anymore and told him where your bedroom was.

Leon was an animal in bed and yet still a total gentleman, which you kind of expected but nothing prepared you for the real thing. He didn’t have tattoos from the waist down, and yes you looked quite thoroughly while you were down there with his dick sliding down your throat.

You’d never enjoyed giving head before tonight, before you’d met Leon and heard his whispers, groans and moans as you sucked him. At this angle, he was able to play with your pussy and rub your clit as you licked his pre-cum covered tip before attempting to deep throat him again.

“Fuck, Y/N, so good, you’re such a good girl,” he moaned. He slipped a finger, then another into your wet pussy. “Mmm, so tight, baby.”

You couldn’t talk if you wanted to with him so deep in your mouth but you moaned around his cock, causing him to cuss under his breath and pull out completely, not wanting to cum just yet. He rubbed his shaft on your swollen lips, your mouth almost desperately trying to suck him back in.

Leon took his fingers out of your pussy and sucked on them. “Gonna enjoy eating you out,” he whispered, kissing his way down to finally taste you. “I won’t stop until you cum.”

You could’ve finished right then and there just hearing him say that. When his tongue licked your center then up to your clit, you almost screamed. It felt so good, too good. You didn’t think you were going to last long at all. Seeing Leon’s gorgeous flush face clearly enjoying the taste of you was already too much and he’d only just started.

He held you by the back of your knees, pressing them into your chest as he licked, sucked and ate you like a man starving. You’d never cum from this before, never had someone so into it. You were squirming and bucking into his mouth earning more moans from him. When his tongue dipped into your pussy you did scream, his name leaving your lips over and over as you squealed and released onto his tongue.

“Leon, I’m cumming,” you whined in an almost broken voice, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back into your head. “Oh fuck, too much,” you begged, trying to wiggle out of his grasp to no avail as he kept licking you, refusing to waste a drop of your cum. “Leon, please.”

When Leon said he wouldn’t stop until you came, what he really meant was that he wouldn’t stop until you came twice. Despite the cramp in your legs you gripped his blond hair so hard you knew it was painful for him but he didn’t seem to mind, sucking and tonguing your pussy with more vigor than before.

He slid two fingers back into your pussy and you almost accidentally kicked him due to overstimulation. You were almost boohoo crying as Leon was just eating you out without a care in the world. You had no idea what you’d do when he finally fucked you, your nails clawing up his tattooed back leaving your own imprint on his skin even if it didn’t last forever.

Leon moaned and hummed against your cunt knowing how close you were again already. “Cum for me again, Y/N.” After a few more thrusts of his fingers against your g-spot you were seeing stars. “Now.”

This time you were sure the neighbors heard you. You’d be embarrassed at how pitiful you sounded later because right now you were in the throes of passion. Leon held you down with no effort as your body jerked and bucked against his eager mouth.

Nobody had ever made you cum this hard, reducing you into a blubbering mess, begging Leon to fuck you as your sweet cum covered his mouth and jaw.

“Holy shit,” you managed to breathe out when he finally freed you from his grasp. You didn’t know if you were floating or still laying on the bed at this point. If he told you it was Christmas day you’d believe him, your mind was so frazzled. “Fucking Christ, Leon.”

His Cheshire cat grin appeared above you, eying you with pure lust and pride. Leon had never been with someone so vocal before, it definitely stroked his ego.

“Believe me now?” Leon didn’t wait for you to respond before rubbing the tip of his cock against your almost sore clit.

“How about now,” he teasingly asked before slapping his shaft on your pussy.

He was so hard, almost painfully so. He’d wanted you since the first time you’d met but figured you weren’t into guys with tattoos. Go figure.

“Leon, please, just fuck me already,” you begged. You arched your back into his embrace, staring into his eyes as kept teasing you. “I’ll believe you when you fuck me.”

You knew Leon wasn’t going to be a missionary kind of guy, nothing wrong with that position but after having it so often with your lackluster ex, you wanted something a bit more. Being folded like a pretzel on the edge of your bed as Leon slid into you, his thick cock hitting that spot inside of you that had you whimpering- just what the doctor ordered.

With a pillow under your head you had the perfect view to watch Leon fuck you hard, deep and fast. Your slick was covering his cock, the sounds of your wetness and his balls slapping against your ass the soundtrack of your fuck session as the mattress creaked underneath you.

He was caressing your bouncing tits, squeezing and pinching your hard nipples just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to push you over just yet. You could barely decipher what you were even saying, just heavy breathing, squeaking and squealing Leon’s name over and over, praising and thanking him.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart,” you heard him whisper above you. Leon was in awe at the sight of your tight, little pussy creaming on his cock. He made sure to get you nice and wet so you could take him all without pain. “Fuck, Y/N, I want to fill you up.”

You gripped his tattooed arms to stay grounded to reality as your orgasm crept up on you, trying to memorize every piece of ink on his flesh in case this was a one time thing- in case you were actually dreaming and he wasn’t really here with you.

“Yeah, cum in me, Leon,” you heard yourself saying. It was like an out of body experience. You honestly felt like you’d disintegrate when you finally came on his fat dick. “It’s your pussy, baby. Only yours.”

Leon thrust into you slowly as you both came hard, bodies shaking and aching as you messily kissed one another, hands roaming all over while Leon grunted and came inside of you. You made sure to rub and caress his back as he did so, enjoying how he gave into your embrace as he filled you up until his cum began dripping out.

You still weren’t sold on getting a tattoo any time soon but dating a tattoo artist who was a beast in bed wasn’t the worst thing ever, you figured as sleep took over you both.

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mrswint3rs · 3 months

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𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ༆

pairings - Tattoo Artist! Jill x Fem! Reader

𝐂𝐰- readers first tat, vaginal fingering, oral sex, orgasm denial, teasing through the clothes, overstimulation, praise and minor use of pet names ❦

a/n- i hate the flow of this but it’s jill so. based off this audio!! (ive never gotten a tat before but plan to soon, so forgive me if i got details wrong)

tags: @flkwh0re

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Jill is cleaning up from her last works mess when you, her next scheduled client, walks in. She gets the chair ready for you, letting you get comfortable while she gets her needed equipment ready.

“First time?” she inquires, not even looking up from the tattoo gun. “Seem a little nervous, sweetheart.”

“No need to worry, I’m real good at what I do.”

“Sorry, I just don’t know what to expect is all…” you reply.

She shifts her rolly chair to the side of yours, looking you over silently for a bit. She wanted to see what she was working with. “Well,” she starts, “Any specific design you want?”

You nod, pulling up a picture you saved on your phone. The design was simple, something she could definitely do more with if you were willing enough. “A womb tat for your first, hm? You sure you can bare with me? That’s a pretty sensitive spot.”

“I’m willing to try. I have a decent pain tolerance...I think.”

She chuckles a little at the uncertainty in your statement.

“Well we can stop anytime you need to. Just let me know if you want to take a break at any point, okay?”

You try to relax, feeling those anxious butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Jill gets closer to you and you stiffen again in anticipation.

“Relax,” she places a gentle hand on your thigh. “Just doing some simple skin prep first. Not bringing out the big guns just yet.”

She slowly lifts your shirt just far enough to expose your lower belly. “Might have to pull your shorts down a little. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, whatever makes it convenient for you…miss.”

“Jill.” she corrects. “Sorry for not introducing myself.”

Your shorts are shimmied down, just below your bikini line, leaving you to feel a bit out in the open. “It’s gonna a get a little personal with the way I have to go about this. Let me know if you’re feeling uncomfortable.”

With that, she puts a white cream across your skin, rubbing it in as she goes, following with shaving the area, careful not to prick you in any way. She was very obviously skilled in this department as she stated earlier. She was quick and smooth with her movements.

“This might hurt a bit,” she warns when she finishes shaving. She brings out the ink gun, adjusting it as needed.

It turns on with a buzz and she lowers it toward your skin. When it makes contact you again tense up, wincing at the sudden sting.

Her arm rests on your outer thigh as she works from the side, starting the outline. “You’re alright,” she coos softly, tracing comforting circles around your leg. “Is it too much for you?”

“No, it’s fine…i’ll live.”

“Such a brave girl.” she remarks almost flirtatiously, dragging the needle steadily over your skin.

She repositions her arm to rest right on top of your crotch. Guess that’s what she meant by ‘personal’. Every time she shifts her arm it’s enough to make you squirm. You’re starting to get distracted from the pain, more focused on the throbbing between your legs.

The sounds you’re voicing start to sound less like ones of discomfort and more of enjoyment and she can’t help but take notice.

“Hm…that feel good?” she taunts, adding more pressure to your cunt. “Makes it easier to take the pain, huh?”

Clearly she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

You bite your lip, trying not to be so noisy. “Sorry, it’s just-“

“I know baby,” she interjects. “Want me to stop?”

You don’t even think about it, immediately rattling your head ‘no’ and she grins, getting back to work on the outline.

She continues to press against your sensitive parts, sliding up and down as she draws across your lower body like it’s her personal canvas. You feel yourself pooling through your panties, but the teasing’s not enough to make you cum.

Still, it did make the pain more bearable so you weren’t about to complain. But when she again repositions, removing her arm from its placement, it makes you want to cry.

The sting sets in again, nothing to take the feeling away and you feel tears uncontrollably welling up along your lash line.

“Aw, poor girl. Let’s take a break.” she turns off the machinery when she notices, setting it off to the side. “You’re doing so well for me sweetheart. It’s alright. Halfway through.”

To ease your mind, she decides to be a little bolder. She pulls your shorts the rest of the way down. “It’ll be easier with these out of the way, hm?”

You don’t deny her in the slightest. You slip the rest of the way out of them, letting them fall to the floor.

“It’s just the two of us in the studio today…so how about a reward for being such a good girl so far.”

Your legs spread open like they have a mind of their own and Jill hums in approval, gliding her chair to the front of yours now directly aligned with you.

Her gloved hand comes down to toy with you. She traces the shape of you through your panties, amused at how wet you got from simple friction.

When she pulls them to the side, they’re practically glued to you.

She takes off one of her gloves, setting it aside and dipping her two middle fingers into your needy entrance.

Immediately, you clench around her digits and she thumbs at your clit to loosen you up a little. Slowly, she pumps her fingers in and out, curving into that spongy spot almost too accurately causing you to mewl out.

She tucks her hair behind her ears before leaning in closer. Her mouth attaches to your sensitive nub, suckling as if she was trying to drink a milkshake through a straw that was too frozen to come out.

Your hands dig into the leather armrests of the chair, head lulling back and your jaw tightens along with your core.

The pace of her thrusting becomes rapid, bringing you closer to bursting.

She feels the way your walls start to pulse, continuing until you’re on the brink before stopping entirely. You let out a pitiful whine at the sudden emptiness. Was she really gonna leave you hanging?

“Please don’t stop…” you plead to which she only giggles.

“We can do more once you’re finished with the tattoo. I do still have a time limit.” She releases her hold on your underwear, letting them go with a snap against your cunt.

So cruel.

Once again she picks up the gun, returning to your right side for a better angle. She turns it back on, getting back to work.

Your bottom lip starts to quiver again, mind clouded by the burning sensation on your stomach as she continues.

It’s enough to make her feel bad, seeing you looking so helpless in agony. So she brings her freehand back down, cupping your swollen heat and teasing her fingers in and out again. “Be a good girl and sit still for me. Don’t wanna mess up your pretty tat.”

Again you gnaw at your bottom lip, trying to stop squirming and be a little quieter.

The pain is replaced by the pads of her slender fingers, coaxing your insides. She pumps slow and deep, making your toes curl.

“That feel better?”

“Yes ma’am..” you whine out in appreciation, trying your hardest to obey her wish and calm your wriggling so she can finish.

“Almost done with this part,” she reassures. “Then we can take another break before the shading.”

The mixture of pain and pleasure goes on for another half hour or so, leaving jill’s fingers to prune from your soaked cunt.

The break is given as promised.

Her tongue jabs in every slit and fold, sloppily lapping up your sweet juices. Her movement is relentless, making you clamp your thighs around her, practically suffocating her. She goes on, forcing you to your long awaited orgasm. But she doesn’t stop there.

She continues to lick and suck up everything you’re giving, not stopping as your legs shake violently. You’re practically sobbing, pushing her away yet at the same time wanting it to go on.

She doesn’t stop until you beg for her to.

At that point, you’re too dumb to think straight, laying there drained and panting. She uses the opening to finish up the tat, shading over everything.

It doesn’t hurt as bad as what she was doing before, making the hour go by pretty quickly. You almost didn’t want to leave, you’d gotten comfortable, melting into that cushiony chair.

She finishes up, gently applying the after care ointment and wrapping your lower abdomen with a plastic wrap.

She hands you a bag, explaining what to do for aftercare and things to avoid doing for the new few days.

“If you have any questions or concerns, you know where to find me.” She smiles, catching you off guard with a sudden kiss to your lips. She lingers for a while, not wanting to send you off.

“Or, just call me whenever you need me.” she adds, “left my number in the bag somewhere, if you don’t mind a little detective work.”

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