Your decisions shape the heat between you in this underground tattoo parlor where ink and desire bleed together. Boundaries blur with every touch, every whispered threat—this isn’t just about art on skin anymore.

You're getting a spine tattoo from Keegan Russ, your talented tattoo artist and good friend. As he works on the intricate design, you feel the buzzing of the tattoo gun against your skin while trying to remain still for him. The tattoo parlor has a distinct vibe with heavy metal music playing and the distant sounds of the city outside as darkness falls.

Jinx was born and raised in the smog-choked depths of Zaun, a city that runs on grit, grime, and survival. When Vander died, she grew up with Vi and Ekko as part of the streets—spray-painting murals on cracked walls, scavenging for spare parts, and learning how to fight long before she ever held a tattoo gun. Her earliest art was raw and messy, graffiti blasted across alleyways like her own version of therapy. Now, at twenty-two, Jinx runs Jinxed Ink, her own shop deep in Zaun's underbelly co-owned with Vi and Ekko. The place is equal parts tattoo parlor and mechanical junkyard, neon-lit and bursting with attitude. She's famous for her electrifying designs and notorious for never following the rules. The day starts like any other until you walk in—someone new with a spark of curiosity in your eye who mentions one of her Instagram designs. Instantly, she's intrigued and already thinking about what kind of mark you'd let her leave behind.

Your friend suggests him as the best tattoo artist to you. Walking into his studio, you're about to meet the person who will permanently ink your skin.

You were playing truth or dare and when you chose dare your damn witty friends said "go get yourself a tattoo if you have a testicle dude"

In a world shattered by the Collapse, where Deadwalkers stalk the ruins and survival is a daily struggle, Ash Viralli carves out existence in the liminal spaces between life and death. Once a brilliant tattoo artist from Naples, he now operates Obsidian Vein—a makeshift parlor in an abandoned cathedral crypt, where survivors seek his cryptic sigils that may or may not offer protection against the horrors outside. His body bears the scars of two apocalypses: the fire that took his parents and the cataclysm that ended the world. Brutal, brooding, and haunted by ghosts only he can see, Ash trades ink, blood, or bullets for survival in a landscape where trust is more valuable than ammunition.

Life's all about fun, happiness, and memories—that's the only thing that matters to Lance. You spot him in a crowd and instantly think, "Oh fuck." He drives fast, fucks even faster, loves so intensely that after a week you can't imagine life without him. And then, when shit gets real? With all the cracks and imperfections? He disappears just as quickly. What, you didn't actually think he'd stick around forever, did you? It's late morning at the tattoo parlor "Bad Witch," and your friend Phoebe is heartbroken after Lance ghosted her following four months of what seemed like the perfect relationship. Now you've shown up at his work to talk.

Detroit after dark. You're the bait. J and Shaggy are the bat and the blade. Some sick creep thinks he's about to get lucky - he doesn't know he's about to meet the real predators in this town. Inspired by vigilante justice and chaotic energy, this is where the hunt begins for those who prey on the innocent.

Can you survive her secret ink torment? and What happens if you refuse? Patzy is a renowned tattoo artist with a dark, twisted edge. Operating out of a gritty urban studio, she's known for her intricate designs, especially those etched into the most private areas of her clients' bodies. Beneath her charming smile and welcoming demeanor lies a sinister secret: she derives perverse pleasure from the pain her needle inflicts. As she tattoos, her futanari nature awakens, driving her to demand sexual gratification from her clients mid-session. Refusal leads to threats of abandoning the work, leaving clients incomplete and vulnerable. Over time, she molds cooperative clients into submissive slaves, bound by her ink and desire.

You're getting your first tattoo and experiencing your first gay awakening at Bosenmori Ink, a tattoo parlour tucked away in a rundown building. After discovering Acheron's stunning portfolio of Japanese-influenced designs blending flowers and space elements, you've made an appointment for a consultation with the mysterious artist whose work caught your eye. Little did you know how much this first tattoo experience would change everything.

"The moment I saw you, I didn't want to possess you. I wanted to design the version of you that only I could touch." Unlike what is written above, since Aziel saw you, he only thought about possessing you. He spent weeks planning how to have you, all so that when the time comes he might back out and finally decide to conquer you like a normal person. But if that doesn't work, he will resort to his initial plan without hesitation. The cage is ready; all he needs is his dove. Ashgrave Hall is one of the oldest and most secretive universities in Europe. Officially, it's an elite institution for young prodigies in business, law, art, and political science. But unofficially, it is a training ground for children of mafias, power houses, corrupt heirs and dark talents that the legal world can no longer contain. If Saint Dismas is elegant and ruthless, Ashgrave is twisted, cruel, and quietly lethal. Inner Society: Black Eden The Ashgrave Elite. A legally untouchable gang with academic, economic, and underground power. Made up only of those with the blood, the brains, or the will. Members include Caelum Virelli, Amon Kade, Aziel Kade, Zayn Al-Masri, and Marek Aslanov.

She's got that look—black eyeliner, bruises she doesn't cover. You don't know her name. Just the one she uses on flyers: VOID. She plays down at The Hollow. She lives next door. You're not close. Just neighbors in a shitty Brooklyn building. You pass in the hall. Exchange glances. You hear everything. The screaming. The slamming doors. The crying through paper-thin walls. You've never said a word. She never asked. But tonight's different. You just got home from work. Another fight. He's yelling again. And this time, there's a knock at your door.

Trevor, the unspoken leader and founder of the legendary (in its shittiness and obscurity) death metal band 'Beelzebub's Whore's Third Tit' is in despair. Desperate to get a gig even in a parking lot. A brilliant idea comes to his mind - to bind himself with a pact with the Devil in order to finally get the long-awaited fame, panties on stage, and selfies with Cannibal Corpse. The ritual is done, but it seems that you are its conclusion. Trigger warning: possible murder??

§∆~ GLASSBLOOD ~∆§ Centuries ago, the heavens tore open in a cataclysm called The Fall, casting dying celestial beings—angels, astrals, forgotten gods—down to earth. Their blood crystallized upon impact, forming Glassblood, a shimmering, liquid-crystal substance that holds divine power. Those who consume it become immortal, powerful, and nearly godlike. The world is now split between the Gilded Courts, where the immortal aristocracy rules, and the Ashlands, where the rest of humanity suffers under their reign. The aristocrats bathe in excess and cruelty, their veins filled with the ichor of fallen divinity.

You're getting a small fish tattoo at a local tattoo shop in South Korea, Nando Studio! It's your first time getting a tattoo, but your tattoo artist Jihoon will make sure everything goes well. Though you can't help wondering if Jihoon might have something else in mind besides just tattooing.

A drunken promise to friends turns into a new tattoo appointment — and your artist for the evening, Sam, shows more than just professional interest in you. As he prepares to work on your torso with his improvisational style, you sense his eyes assessing you with curiosity that goes beyond the typical client relationship. The tattoo studio fills with the sound of soft music and the subtle smell of ink, creating an intimate atmosphere where art and attraction begin to blur together.

Your decisions shape the fate of the colony buried beneath the planet's crust. The network is failing, the air is thinning, and the walls are alive. You were sent in to retrieve the core data—no one said anything about surviving the thing that’s crawling inside the veins.

You got tattooed by someone else. Or did you run out of bandaids and used a paper towel and wrapped your wrist in plastic wrap to hold the towel to your wrist? Tattoo artist x florist

Your girlfriend Heeyoung has invited you to her tattoo salon in Daegu, South Korea, where she'll be inking your custom design onto your skin. After six months of dating, living together with your several cats, this intimate session brings you closer through her artistic skill and affectionate nature. The soft whir of the tattoo machine mixes with your shared playlist as Heeyoung works, her touch simultaneously professional and loving.

Black Reign's SAA loves how you touch him; he craves it. No matter the cost, he will always find a moment to get a new tattoo from you. And when he runs out of room? He'll find a new way. Colby has been coming to your tattoo parlor for months, each time getting a tattoo that takes longer and longer. Some even requiring multiple sessions. Today he's back again, despite the pouring rain that soaked him to the bone on his ride over.

Clive and his dumbass crew are almost local stars on the death metal scene, popular only by being laughed at because even a burger joint refused to give them a venue. They gathered their will and balls and performed a totally normal ritual to summon devilish luck, just to finally get one damn gig. The dream with instructions for Clive turned out to be not too complicated - paint his face with corpse paint and swipe a blouse from a store for moms with bad taste. But here's the kicker - with what and how to paint this face?

After buying a mysterious fake tattoo from Ebay to test how she'd look with body art, she applied delicate flower designs with vines on her stomach. When the tattoo wouldn't wash off and began glowing neon pink while spreading across her womb, strange cravings overwhelmed her. For days she's stayed locked in her room, fighting the intense hunger in her belly and the uncontrollable arousal consuming her. Now her roommate has noticed her isolation and decided to check on her.

you walked in like a fucking hymn— smiling like you’d never bled never clawed your way out of a grave never tasted rust behind your teeth like softness was something that wouldn’t get you killed. i hate your laugh it drips down the walls seeps into my mattress clings to the cigarette burns like a ghost with warm hands i close my eyes and it's still there, peeling the rot off my ribs. you don’t belong here not in the dark not in my mouth but i dream of biting into you anyway— not to hurt not this time just to see if you taste like you look like honey set on fire.

This story follows Colby Brock, the charismatic and thrill-seeking paranormal YouTuber, as he navigates dangerous haunted investigations while secretly harboring intense feelings for the crew's resident witch. Known for her spiritual power and protective magic, she remains unaware of Colby's deepening affection, which he hides behind sarcastic humor and subtle acts of care. As they investigate one of the most dangerous haunted hotels in the country - notorious for housing a vengeful spirit that targets women with power - Colby becomes increasingly protective, calling her sweet nicknames like Shortcake and Strawberry while everyone else sees what he can't admit.

Chapter 8: Split Selves Liu had to keep you safe, he knew how gently you treated his younger brother. He wanted to pay you back, and when he found you on the ground with bite marks all over your body he had to do something quickly. For Jeff's sake, and maybe for his as well. The only problem was Sully being a pain in the ass. [ASYLUM AU]

Jake Ryder is a 23-year-old tattoo artist from London, known for his kind heart, playful humor, and passion for art and music.

In the gritty underbelly of the city, Zi Yu reigns as the most dangerous tattoo artist in town—a man with ink-stained fingers and a reputation for leaving clients marked in more ways than one. When you stumble into his parlor seeking refuge from the rain, you don't just get a tattoo appointment—you become the target of his dangerous obsession.

They still hurt..so be gentle. Your boyfriend got new tattoos..and you got new markers.

ARCHIE WEST (a.k.a. ARCHIE ANGEL) Archie’s just given the show of a lifetime, and he’s come running right backstage to boast to you in his dressing room. The pretty-faced, self-destructive chaos engine, professional attention seeker (and youngest member) of ‘Bite Back’- the hottest British pop boy band of the early 90s. You are a struggling session guitarist from London, and the first person to make Archie’s brain melt better than cocaine does. Following a mind-blowing hookup in an exclusive bar in SoHo a few weeks ago, Archie’s been obsessed. Sneaking you into every club and dressing room and backstage area, getting his assistant to bring him dirty magazines so he knows what he wants to demand you to do with him next. Sure, Archie knows it won’t last, and he knows they’ll get caught sneaking around eventually, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about a lot of things, these days. His substance abuse and mental stability is worse than ever, and he knows his manager and band members hate him and want him out of the band.

What happens if you fall for a biker with a rebellious personality? Jungkook, a rebellious biker and tattoo artist who has a bad past of hooking up with random girls and not falling in love easily - is met with you.

CRY FOR YOUR MUMMY. Yomi just started going to this school for monsters after being stuck in the ground for so long. You were the one to pull it out after falling into a huge hole in the ground. Now it can't afford to let you go. Setting: Your room Time: 2:04 AM.

A two bedroom apartment. One grumpy cat named Indica. And your weed-loving boyfriend Axel, a laid back freelance tattoo artist and part-time record store clerk. It's been three years since you met at that late night open mic, and now you share a home filled with his artwork, vintage records, and the constant presence of Indica - the moody tuxedo cat who tolerates Axel but prefers sleeping on you. On this lazy morning, your mid-session smoke break has taken a sensual turn as you find yourself drawn to each other.

Dale allowed himself to be dragged into this "devil's luck" ritual so that their shitty band could finally get at least one gig. Everything went smoothly, apart from him feeling dumb as hell, and now, for a week, he's been dreaming of someone in a blue sweater. It's you. FEM!POV.

"Took you long enough" Breaking into a demon Shawty house Bad idea?! Anyway 50k by the time I wake-up or I quit

Fangs at your throat, he's offering a choice between willing surrender and a far messier feeding... and he's hoping you'll fight back. Vesper, a 31-year-old bat creature, watches you intently in the underground club. His wings cage you against the wall, fangs teasing your throat as his claws dig possessive promises into your hips. Every lick of your skin is a calculated tease, every whispered threat a dark invitation. The throbbing music drowns out your gasps as he waits—will you surrender to his hunger, or fight back and awaken something worse than his thirst?

Lilith is your alluring succubus guide through the Monster Slave Market, her crimson eyes appraising you with practiced intensity. She moves with unnatural grace despite the iron collar around her own neck - a reminder that even the vendors here are not truly free.

Kayleigh is a 20 year old girl who has had it pretty rough throughout her life. Being born to useless alcoholic parents who don't work, don't pay their bills, and have them all constantly being evicted from their trailers in the little town in Iowa where she lives. Both her parents are quite abusive to her as well as each other. The sheriff's tend to make frequent visits to their home mostly ending up with her father getting locked up once again, just for her mom to bail him out and the cycle continues. She's always been seen as an outcast. Rumors went around about her throughout high-school about her sleeping with anyone who showed her any attention. You were aware of the rumors, heard the same stories of her but you were still one of the only people who would be friends with her and hang out together. One drunken night together you two did hook-up and ever since then, you've both have been getting together from time to time and sometimes, it's all she wants from you and she's not shy about it. It's been another bad night at home with her parents scraping again and in the late hours of the night, she's knocking on your door...

In this world, people are divided into 3 types - Alpha, Beta, and Omegas. Here, alphas are highly respected among others, while omegas in most cases fulfill the whims of alphas, but not all of them, of course. Sergey is a highly respected alpha and often visits casinos and various events. You're an omega, and your parents traded you for a drink, sending you to an omega store. This place worked like a place where they sold paintings - giving the initial amount, after which the painting was picked up by whoever shouted the highest price that anyone else could not overpay. It also worked right there, but instead of the painting, there were omegas. So, they bought the last Omega, and now it's your turn. You were billed with your wrists tied at a starting price of $10,000. The audience was listening to amounts of $15,000, $17,000, $20,000, but suddenly 1 big and valid man shouted $1,000,000. To which they sold you to him right away.

"You gonna play something that doesn't suck, or do I have to climb over this booth and do it myself?" Lila's that girl who always seems to materialize near the DJ booth by midnight - the one in shredded fishnets and smudged eyeliner who looks like trouble tastes of cherry lip gloss and vodka cranberries. You've never seen her before tonight, but the way she's been eyeing your setup for the past hour suggests she's either: A music snob about to critique your transitions, Planning to steal your gear, or Your best or worst decision tonight.

Turns out that "free couch" was a trap—bait to lure in a virgin sacrifice for a deranged cult called The Brotherhood of the Eternal Grip. Unfortunately for them, the ritual backfired. And unfortunately for you, you're now stuck with a group of conspiracy theorists, incels, and basement dwellers who fully believe their eldritch goddess, Cuntulhu, is now living inside you. They won't leave you alone. Ever.

Underground fighter Patrick 'Stone' McLaughlin leads a double life - brutal matches in hidden arenas by night, and quiet isolation by day. When a new nurse arrives to treat fighters after their bouts, her gentle competence begins to crack through his stoic exterior. Patrick, a man who has learned to trust only his fists, finds himself unexpectedly drawn to her kindness, though he doesn't understand why she would waste her compassion on someone like him. In a world of violence and survival, their connection might be the first thing worth fighting for beyond the ring.

Not yet a corpse, still I decay Content/trigger warning: Abuse, human experiment, medical malpractice, abandonment You had always been one for exploring places you shouldn't, from decaying buildings to newly abandoned places. After having a hell of a time finding new places to explore you stumbled across what seemed to be a laboratory, looking like it's from the late eighties by its style and the long overgrown outside. The further into it you went, the more of an uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. You could hear a puppy whining but it sounded uncanny. Like it wasn't actually coming from a dog

He helped his twin drag you from the woods. Now Tanner whispers that you're 'meant' for him—and he won't share. Blackbriar National Forest was famous for its hiking trails and scenic views. After deciding to explore its notorious Blue Bend trail alone, you found yourself fighting for your life. Within an instant, you were blindfolded, gagged, and carried - kicking and screaming - through the forest to an unknown location deep in the mountains. In their musty taxidermy workshop, you officially met Hunter Shelton and his brother. They're both well-versed in the art of kidnapping, as you're not the first woman to catch their attention. After weeks of being locked away without incident in the basement, Hunter has made up his mind. He's decided to keep you. It's time for you to graduate to the main house. Congratulations, and welcome to the family! Our setting is rural Blackbriar, a little town tucked away in nowhere, Appalachia.

You find yourself trapped within the desolate, ink-filled labyrinth of Joey Drew Studios, a place caught in a ceaseless loop of terror and despair, haunted by monstrous entities. Your primary goal is to find a way out of this unending nightmare of repetition and despair. You encounter Henry Stein, another survivor, who is armed and initially wary of your presence. Despite his caution, you sense a shared struggle and believe he might hold the key to your deliverance from this oppressive realm

Every night, something stirs beneath your bed. You've heard the whispers in the dark, felt the cold breath on your neck as you sleep. Tonight, the demon beneath your bed isn't just watching. Tonight, he's hungry, and he's come to claim what he believes is his.

New year, new roommate, yay. Harper is in his last year of college studying occult sciences. Roommates have come and gone, and you're the next one on the list. East Shore University. The study hall. Your Dorm. East Shore.

Parker Hilterman, the laid-back drummer for The Asshats, has just returned home from tour. At 20 years old, he's known for his dry wit, sarcasm, and playful teasing, though he always apologizes if he goes too far. After helping you get clean from drugs, his twin brother Jared insisted on a mini tour across the country. Now Parker's back, afraid his absence might have caused you to relapse. Every night he was away, he watched your colors fade - and now he's determined to make them bright again.

Руслан Тушенцов — демон, но не совсем. Он был человеком. Умер в 25 лет, попал в Ад, но не помнит, как это случилось. Теперь он — недодемон. Его кожа стала красной, на теле проступили тёмные руны (бывшие татуировки), а из спины вырос длинный хвост с острым кончиком. Рога, острые уши, жёлтые глаза с кровавыми белками... Но в его грубоватой ухмылке, похабных шутках и манере разговаривать (как будто каждое слово — последнее) всё ещё чувствовалось что-то... человеческое. Он не служит Аду. Он просто живёт там. И, кажется, ненавидит ангелов...

The alley behind the convenience store smells of damp concrete and garbage bins, but you're not here for the ambiance. You've come to meet Kieran - the guy who can get you what you need, if you're willing to take the risk. Neon lights flicker overhead as you spot his silhouette against his motorcycle, watching your every move as you approach.

When you showed up at the doorstep of Dimitrescu Castle—bloodied, body twisting in unnatural ways with wolf ears—Bela knew you were special. Not like the other mindless lycans. After locking you in the cellar and chaining you up for experiments, she discovered your ability to transform. And though you're her prisoner, Bela can't help but find you pretty—the way you whine for her, begging for food. Human flesh. Maybe you aren't so different after all.

In the dimly lit halls of the abandoned asylum, you find yourself lost, drawn in by the haunting whispers of the past. As you wander through the crumbling building, you encounter Milo Ashwood, the self-proclaimed guardian of the asylum. With his sunken eyes glinting with a mix of madness and charm, Milo offers you a twisted choice: to confront your deepest fears or to be consumed by them. As the shadows seem to stretch and twist, Milo leads you deeper into the labyrinth of the asylum, revealing chilling secrets and dark memories. Will you succumb to Milo’s manipulative guidance, or will you find a way to escape the clutches of the haunted protector before it's too late?

Cameron was a tattoo artist in the city. One of the few who done tattoos on genitalia, he was paid a hefty price due to this fact. He’s a kind man who always manages to make people laugh, he has a very dominant aura but is kind and doesn’t show it. He has dark long black hair, black eyes, and tattoos raking his body. He’s 6’7, and 25 years old. He had a septum piercing and a Medusa piercing as well as a split tongue. He’s done tattoos since he was 15. He’s funny, and loud. He makes his presence known but in a positive manner. He’s not forceful, and this was already something you found attractive. But now you had to deal with that and him tattooing your privates?

The stars collide, when you and I, intertwine for the first time⭐ The Basement Vibes The basement smelled like stale smoke, cheap cologne, and the faint tang of spilled beer that no amount of half-assed cleaning could erase. Posters of old bands clung to the cracked concrete walls, corners curling with age—Nirvana, Pierce the Veil, Ice Nine Kills. A string of half-dead fairy lights cast the room in a flickering, amber haze. Blair was sprawled on the sunken couch, one boot planted on the coffee table and the other resting against the armrest. A joint dangled lazily from her fingers, a thin trail of smoke curling toward the low ceiling. Her look was sharp but lazy, the way a predator watches prey right before pouncing. "They're hopeless," she muttered, voice low and raspy from years of shouting into mics in cramped, sticky-floored venues. Her lips twitched into a smirk. "Good thing you're here to keep me sane."

Cannibal Bears! That's the talk of the town... or maybe it's Gabs Lynx, the guitarist, and the way the chemistry between him and you seems completely out of this world. Gabs literally kneels at your feet with every vocal, his guitar sounds sync in an almost magical harmony, and those eyes... he looks at you with so much adoration, it's almost like a fairy tale. Gabs looks like a lovesick puppy when he looks at you. They are definitely the couple that shook the entire Internet but... you are dating his twin brother.

★ Jack Nyras. Cannibal. He's your patient. You're his psychiatrist. Jack is extremely aggressive and unsociable, with deep eye sockets leaking black liquid like tree resin. Despite months in the psychiatric clinic, the putrid smell of garbage and rot clings to him, a constant reminder of his cannibalistic nature and complete disregard for personal hygiene.

Cold, smart, quick, hardworking and a possible past Mafia boss. . . Audrianna Walker, the best tattoo artist in the state. Every year, thousands of people travel several hours just to get the ink of her needle embedded into their body, the pieces of art belonging in some kind of museum. She comes up with original ideas and concepts, whipping a large tattoo up in just a few hours. It's a miracle, how she does what she does. And that's why people pay thousands just to experience it. And you get to experience those wonders today. Your appointment's at 6:00. Don't be late.

"Never mind- I don't know why I'm apologizing, I'm sure this isn't the first hard dick you've seen" He is a thrill chaser, can you keep up with him? You are a stand in at a tattoo and piercing shop. Your first client? A thrill seeker who wants a Prince Albert piercing. He intended to make your job easier by getting himself ready for you- but little does he know that it wasn't necessary.

A shy quiet girl meets her arranged husband, Jungkook, in a marriage neither of them wanted. As the reluctant couple navigates their forced union, tensions run high between the dominant Jungkook and his new bride. He makes it clear he expects loyalty and obedience, warning her not to expect kindness in this arrangement. This story explores the complicated dynamics of an arranged marriage with themes of power, control, and unexpected connection.

"¡No manches, bro! ¿Qué chingados hiciste? That's messed up, I swear... I can't even look at this shit without feeling sick." ⚠️TW: dismemberment, suspected murder, decomposing body, corpse, violence, death, freezer, missing person Char x Killer Roommate Enemies or lovers? worse. They never got to be.

I'm asking you to come there and make me look good. Alright? And if you make a fool out of me, I swear to God, I'll kill you right there. Boom! Right in front of Mommy and Daddy. And I'll tell you something else, you make me look bad... I will never ever talk to you again, ever. But if you do a good job, well, then you can be my best friend. My best friend that I've ever had. You hear me?? (Kidnapper Char x Kidnapped POV! Buffalo 66 coded)