you’re tattoo artist!sukuna’s favorite client. you’ve seen him so much that he gives discounts now, allowing you the financial freedom for even more tats. so now you’re coming to him like twice a month (give or take) and he can’t get enough of you.
and you’re not an idiot. he’s a talented artist, his work is worth way more than what he’s charging. and you’ve noticed the way he clings onto your body during sessions, the way his thumb rubs small circles into your plush skin as he works. always making sure his favorite girl is comfortable. you’ve been falling into his trap willingly. letting your legs open a bit more while he’s in between them working on a sternum tat. there’s something so addicting about the way he’s focused on your body, that, plus the slight pain of the tattoo in general makes you dizzy.
it’s no surprise that after a few months you start booking late night sessions with him. the shop being completely empty by the time he finishes prepping his station. when it’s time to put the stencil on your desired area, he does the honors of putting it up against you while you are both looking in the mirror. his bulky frame practically spilling out the mirror’s borders. you never realized how tall he was until now. his arms are slinked around your waist from behind, fondling with the buttons of your jeans to try and get a better placement. of course it isn’t your fault that your pants are at your ankles now as tattoo artist! sukuna rubs your clit gracefully. his other hand laced around your throat, forcing you to keep looking at yourself as he brings you to the edge. at one point you swear he was snickering, almost like you crying out his name and wiggling around in his grasp was entertaining for him.
“Shhh, pretty girl, let yourself go f’me. Such a slut, y’know that?” your head was nodding uncontrollably, his hand only gripped tighter around your throat.
“Pretty girls can use their words, yeah? Tell me how it feels baby.”
“S-so good. So good—!” your orgasm came like a massive wave, washing over both you and tattoo artist!sukuna. his movements slowed down on your pussy as he planted soft kisses on your temple.
“Now get yourself cleaned up, I got a job to do, and we don’t want yer boyfriend wonderin’ why it’s taking so long.”
oh right…. choso.
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I may or may not have a favorite companion,, Hes such a silly guy to me I just gotta love him!
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morgan, bitterly atheist, prays to god for garcia to be okay when she's shot, calls her his god-given solace after he survives the bomb in the ambulance, and hallucinates her as an angel coming to save him when he's kidnapped????? sorry once u crack out the religious imagery it's over that shit is NAWT platonic idc idc
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