Grayson Dolan Imagines

Inked

You weren't too sure how you imagined your life would be when you were young but if you were sure about one thing, it was tattoos.
As a teen you'd often draw on yourself to get the feel of how your skin would look with an extra permanent accessory.
So when you found a mentor ship at a local tattoo shop you were stoked.
Especially when you found out all the tattoo artists were young and treated you like family right away.
One in particular took you in under his wing and treated you like a little sister.
After you finished your mentor ship you decided to stay at the shop to work permanently.
You were known as the "wild child" of the shop.
Never afraid to tell the creepy dude feeling up on one of your coworkers wassup or turning down drunken idiots looking for trouble.
You were also known for your own tattoos since you hand drew all of them and even tattooed the ones you could reach on yourself.

You parked your car in the employee parking spots and headed for the door. Your iced coffees in one hand and keys to the shop in the other.
After unlocking it you stepped inside and shivered at the cold air inside.
After turning on all the lights you quickly got everything settled for opening time.
Making sure all the computers were working, everything was neat and cleaned from the previous night and such.
After finishing up there you went to your designated station. The wall lined with pictures of your proudest works and little sketches you had done while bored you thought would fit your aesthetic.
Soon after your colleagues and close friends began showing up for the long days work.
About an hour after your arrival your favorite artist showed up.
"Ugh finally I thought you'd never get here" you groaned over the front counter seeing your best friend Chico walking in
"Yeah yeah you know traffic" he playfully rolled his eyes setting his back pack down.
"What do I have today" he took a sip of the coffee you made him.
You rolled over to the computer checking his schedule as you do every morning.
"Uh 2 o'clock you need to finish up Reed's shading and 6 o'clock you have Dolan's? Plural?" You cocked your eyebrow at the new name since every one who comes in is a quick walk in or a regular of many years.
"Oh yeah they're those twins I was telling you about, they're switching over from Lacoste." He said dryly walking over to his station and setting up a bit for his nearest appointment.
You shook your head remembering him telling you about the new clients earlier that week.
Throughout the day you had only a few walk ins wanting quick little tattoos that took about 30 minutes each. A few piercings here and there and the rest of the time you worked on a big piece for an upcoming client.
You must have been focused because you didn't even notice Reed (a frequent regular) came in and left without your knowledge.
You looked up at your clock to read 5:48.
You stretched your back and aching limbs before hearing the bell ring. You didn't hear Chico greet them so out of instinct you did.
"Hi welcome to LA Tattoos how may I help you?" You spun around in your stool to see two large and beautiful men standing there.
The taller one with floppy hair catching your attention more.
He smirked at the sight of you, earning a burn upon your cheeks.
"Let me guess, Dolan's?" You stood up setting your pencil on your desk.
"That's us, don't tell me your Chico?" He raised a brow playfully.
"No no he just stepped out for a second, I'm y/n" you stuck your hand out waiting for him to take it.
His large hand met with yours.
"Grayson, this is my brother Ethan" his voice was husky. You took his brothers hand in yours as well looking back at him.
"So what are we doing today?" You walked around the counter to lean against it again, this time unapologetically pressing your arms against your boobs, squishing them together.
"Uh we're Uh here for uhh" Grayson couldn't help but look.
His brother nudged him also noticing his trance.
"Uh tattoos, we're here for tattoos" he gulped, his eyes meeting yours.
"Well I would hope so" you giggled at his dorkiness.
He sure was easy on the eyes, both of them
Tall, dark and sure as hell handsome.
You were baffled someone could look like that, but two? Whew.
They both had broad shoulders, strong jawline and beautiful honey eyes.
You couldn't help but melt at the sight of such beautiful men.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Chicos voice.
"So sorry about that guys I'm Chico I'll be your artist today" he walked in from outside shaking the hands of the twins and leading them to his station.
"I see you've met y/n, she's a wild one" he looked back at you knowing your flirting tactics.
"Only when I want to be" you shouted hearing his comment.
Winking at Grayson as he looked back, a smirk growing on his face.
After that you returned back to your station to finish your massive piece.
You tapped your foot to the music playing over the speakers as your eyes followed the line of led your hand drew out.
After about 20 minutes of that you heard a voice sound behind you.
"Whoa is that you?" You turned around to see a large figure behind you.
He was gesturing to the poster you had of yourself from when you were on a tattoo magazine.
You were sitting on a couch with a Doberman pinscher on a chain.
You looked up at it and laughed.
"Yep, I have a very sultry personality if you couldn't tell" you gave him a smirk.
"Ah yes I've been told you are the 'wild child' of the shop" he held up air quotes examining your work
"Yeah I guess you can say I'm wild" you turned back to your work.
"Whoa holy shit, you drew all of that?" His face scrunched in amazement.
"Yes sir I did, by hand" you smiled at your work of a large ship with crashing waves that would be plastered on the back of a man later next week.
"Holy shit you're good" he put his large hands on his hips.
You spun around once again to lean back on your desk, chest out.
"I'm good at a lot of things" a sultry tone dripped from your words.
He laughed at your comment and looked to the floor, secretly wishing you would show him what you were good at.
You stood up thinking of your height difference.
"You definitely don't look like the tattoo type" you placed your small hand on his large bicep, feeling his muscle tense up at your touch.
"To be honest I'm too much of a little bitch to get any on my arms but I do have some on my legs" he pulled up his shorts to show you his many tattoos littering his thighs.
You shook your head in approval at the well done tattoos.
"Enough about me tell me about yours" he grabbed your fore arm running his finger over the tattoo you have a naked women with devil horns and a tail you had on the inside of your arm.
"Well I drew all of them myself" you showed him your arms which were also littered with ink,
His eyes lit up suddenly knowing the extent of your talent.
"Holy shit" he examined your arms, paying close attention to detail.
"What can I say I'm good with my hands" you winked playfully.
"Stop" his cheeks flushed a crimson color.
"Hey hands to yourself!" Ethan yelled from the chair noticing his brothers hands on your arm
"You too y/n!" Chico yelled continuing his work on Ethan's leg.
You rolled your eyes and looked back at Grayson.
"Wanna see my favorite one I've ever done?" You cocked an eyebrow.
He smirked knowing something exciting was about to come due to the sensuality in your words
"Sure why not" he crossed his arms across his chest.
A small smirk played on your lips before you unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down just enough to show the incredibly detail tattoo of Medusa on your hip
His eyes widened both at the tattoo and the sight of your black lace panties.
You chuckled pulling your waist line back up and buttoning it as well.
"You drew that?" He sounded genuinely impressed.
"Yep" you leaned on your leather chair.
"No way let me see it again" he said playfully.
You lightly tapped his shoulder and chuckled.
"What you can make sexual jokes but I can't" he stepped a bit closer.
"Who said they were jokes" your voice was innocent.
"Oh?" A smiled grew under his perfect plump lips.
"So what made you decided to become a tattoo artist?" He sat down on your chair signaling the two of you would be talking for a while.
"Well all my life I had been fascinated with freaking my parents out so imagine me a lil ole' southern bell showing my church going southern parents my new tattoo of the devil as a woman, ooh my mom almost fainted" you laughed at the memory of your first tattoo.
"Oh southern bell? I knew I heard a little south in your accent" he nudged you teasingly.
You rolled your eyes and swatted his knee.
"Anyways from then on I just did shit to freak them like coloring my hair, buying a project bike and getting my nose and nipples pierced" his eyebrows raised at the mention of nipples piercings, something he didn't know would turn him on.
"Nipple piercings huh?" His eyes shot down to your clothed chest in an attempt to see them.
"They're not in right now you perv" you covered your chest and sat back down to finish your drawing.