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#sukuna tattoo
guettaes · 30 days
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I think I came up with the idea I said, "Leon has a sukuna tattoo," and someone did it.
I like this so much! 😍
I only drew one that has a sukuna tattoo. But I haven't put it up here on the web.
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sukunastoy · 1 year
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Just laying in bed, admiring my tattoos lmao. Sometimes I forget I have them.
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daisywtf · 2 years
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Sukuna tattoo
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aakeysmash · 9 days
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Tattooartist!Sukuna who is so used to being ogled by girls that he’s on the verge of putting his 2 weeks’ notice in. He knows he’s hot, muscular, breathtaking even (like some girl said while sitting on the studio chair and trying to get in his pants), but people piss him off, both men and women. He wishes he could just ink them up and never see them again.
And when he sees you staring at him from across the room he’s sure you’re about to say the same shit every other girl has said in the past three years he worked at the studio. But he’s utterly surprised when, instead, you turn around and close the door behind you.
He waits for you to come back, because you do have a tattoo appointment, but you don’t. That’s why he presses his ear against his door to listen to you trying to reschedule your appointment when there’s another tattoo artist instead.
He gets out and leans on the door, making himself visible, and when the girl at the reception asks you why you want to reschedule you look at him while saying “I just don’t think he’s professional enough to make what I’m looking for.”
And now you’re pissing him off, because he’s good at what he does and he knows it. So he comes closer to you, trying to intimidate you with his height, and slowly challenges you saying how he will get your stencil done for free. If you don’t like it he will personally pay for your tattoo, no matter the price. You accept the challenge, tattoos are super expensive these days, what do you really have to lose?
And that’s how you find yourself in his bedroom getting pounded from the back, your fresh tattoo on your spinal column.
“Thought you said I wasn’t professional enough, mh baby?” He whispers in your ear. “Looks like you enjoyed the tattoo, yeah?”
Between moans you manage to slightly turn around and kiss him on the lips. While you’re still close to his face you smirk.
“Looks like you’re enjoying it more than me.”
You feel his dick jump at your provocative tone, and he picks up his pace while standing back up. He slaps your ass, hard, earning himself a squeal before feeling your pussy cream on his dick.
“Fuck yes I do.”
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laudthingcat · 1 year
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Thinking about tattoo artist!sukuna who rarely tattoos newbies since he doesn’t have the patience to deal with their fear, but who decides to make an exception the moment he lays eyes on you.
He approaches you and pretends to be surprised when you tell him that you’ve never got a tattoo before, as if everything about you didn’t already give it away. The arms and chest are clean, and your legs? The only thing covering them is a miniskirt that’s barely covering your ass. 
You look confident but he knows better, easily noticing the small (or not that small) details, from the nervous bite of your lip to the hardened nipples that are piercing through the fishnet crop top you wear. Considering that it is hot enough in the studio, there could be only two reasons for that, but he’s sure he can solve both.
Tattoo artist!sukuna is kind enough to help you decide on a tattoo and even helps you pick where you want to make it, suggesting that the best possible location for it would be your thigh<3
It’s no surprise to him when you stop him the moment you hear the buzz of the tattoo gun and see him getting ready to start. You’re tense and when simply telling you to relax doesn’t work, he comes with a suggestion.
So there you are, on your knees for a man you barely know, taking his whole length inside your mouth, twisting and swirling your tongue around it, completely cock drunk after seeing the size of it. Tattoo artist!sukuna has the kind of dick that makes your jaw hurt. He knows he’s big but seeing you struggle to breathe just boosts his ego past the limits. 
He grabs a hold of your hair and starts thrusting, going at full speed with the only intention of emptying his balls down your throat. Your throat is divine, so thigh, squeezing around his cock and making him moan. Your mascara dripping from all the tears when he keeps your head still, making your eyes roll back the moment he comes deep down your throat. 
“Swallowed it all like a good girl huh?”
Not getting a chance to recover, he starts fucking you against the mirror, the glass fogging from his heavy breathing as you desperately moan into his chest, holding onto his shirt and sobbing in utter bliss knowing that this is the best and fattest dick you’ve ever had.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head for a second time when he lifts one of your legs up and starts thrusting at an even higher speed, filling the room with nasty, wet sounds made by your abused pussy that soon after creams on his cock after swallowing all of his cum in. At the end of it all he grabs your face with one of his hands, giving you the sloppiest kiss you’ve ever gotten in your entire life, a string of saliva connecting your lips once he pulls away.
“You really took it all, like a good little slut”
Finishing the tattoo was an easy job for him after that since your mind was focused on what just happened and not on the slight stings caused by the tattoo gun's needles. 
He offered you a big discount, grinning when you asked if you can come get another tattoo the next week.
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daisiescomelate · 2 months
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Prompt: Sukuna keeps getting tattoos because you keep kissing every inch of them.
Content: Mature, drabble.
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He already had the dark lines running along his body when you met and they got a good amount of attention. Arms, legs, chest, back and face. And then one day he got a random tattoo after so long, a small thing over his chest that won him a peck every time he got off the shower.
He got a second tattoo after that because one of his friends saw that new one he got and asked him to accompany him to get one of his own. Already in the shop, Sukuna asked for a big piece on his arm that you traced every night in bed while waiting to fall asleep.
By the third one he started to notice the patterns.
If the tattoo was small it gained him butterfly kisses, and if it was bigger you took your time to trace every line. Kissing and kissing his skin. To get the line art, the details and the specs of color.
Then the third and the fourth and walking around the house without a shirt on were kisses garantied, and t-shirts stopped being a thing for him at home.
The neck tattoo was a great investment. Every time it caught your attention it gave him a solid thirty minutes of love and nibbles. You would climb onto his lap and trace the leaves and the roses and the skull with your lips and the tip of your tongue, and he would melt over the back of the couch or the pillow, keeping his head back and exposing his most vulnerable spot to you to bite and bruise it as you pleased.
At times he used his discovery to his advantage and with devious intent, like the quote that run from the middle of his ribs to his V line and down to his tight. It was a random line that you had mentioned in passing that you liked so he just put it there, and he shivered every time you kissed it letter by letter, rewriting every character with soft and warm kisses and pressing them with your teeth. No skips, no rush.
Yes, in the beggining he was trying to be hot about it and put more thought into what the pictures were, but he soon run out of ideas and even at some point it didn't even matter to him what the tattoo was. You mentioned you thought sharks were cool? Done. There is a type of flower that he noticed had caught your attention? Awesome. Some dumb lyrics that you kept repeating? Good enough for him. It saved him time and energy that way.
What was truly important? How would the lines flow over his body, where would your lips fall. Long lines dancing up and down, spiraling over him, thought-out for you to care for. Delicate, without rough edges so you would take your time.
A wink to one of your hobbies over his shoulder blade. A single feather of a bird you liked. A random drawing in your favorite color. A shrine because you had a date on a temple once. Of course he didn't tell you what they meant, and you couldn't tell because he was smart about it, only hinting at things in the images and waiting enough time for you to forget that you mentioned something before he got it, never picking something too obvious.
The picture didn't matter. Your breath over his skin, the sweetness of your lips, the way they locked your eyes all over him, were all the tattoos real purpose.
Ink, and ink, and ink, every tinted inch of skin was your conquering. A game that you didn't even knew you were playing, and where Sukuna was willing to give it all up.
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wh0relibrarian · 4 months
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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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planetsandmagic · 6 months
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"🟥"
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hinamie · 1 year
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why have a saint when you want a sinner?
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windlullaby-arts · 23 days
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The water’s EXTRA fine today 😎
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quehecke · 28 days
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gojo sukuna crossover goes crazy
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jaydarino · 4 months
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Hello Tumblr. I humbly return with another shirtless man.
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zygomantic · 16 days
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Tattoos on Thighs
CONTENT WARNING: NSFW, Tattoos, Don't do this, guys. I wrote this is twenty minutes. (Female reader)
Not you getting his first name tattooed on the inside of your right thigh, way too close to where your panties end. But you're already halfway there so you decide to get his last name on the left thighs, because why the fuck not? It's just for him, anyway.
You can barely wait for him to come home, your thighs literally itching and burning to take a pic and send him, knowing he'd get a gigantic boner at work, having to hide from his colleagues. Then he'd call from the men's bathroom and that deep, sultry voice would whisper in your ear what a good girl you are and that you belong to him completely and entirely. That you're his.
But you wait until he comes home and you've both had dinner, and when you finally show him what you've done to your pretty thighs, he doesn't waste a moment. He goes absolutely feral, pushing your thighs up so he can read his name over and over again as he's fucking you into the mattress, bending you in half. You're cumming in no time, vision blacking out as he keeps ramming that one good spot inside of you. He can't keep it up long and pulls out to cum before you can moan that no, he shouldn't, he's already spilling his load onto the fresh tattoos, groaning that you're his, only his. Luckily, the second skin might just be enough to protect your tattoo from an infection.
GOJO SATORU, Geto Suguru, RYOMEN SUKUNA, TOJI FUSHIGURO, Sano Manjiro, Haitani Rindou, HAITANI RAN, Reno of the Turks
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onismdaydream · 4 months
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GRRR BARK BARK BARK BARK NEED TO WRAP MY THIGHS AROUND HIS HEAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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thee-horny-thicky · 11 months
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Tattoos and Tenderness
A/N: So I'm craving another tattoo, and I'm down bad for Sukuna, so I wrote this little one-shot. The reader is fem and described as having a forearm tattoo, but no other descriptions are used!
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Sukuna wasn't a tender man. Even when he was as physically close as he could be to another person, plowing into them as he drew out orgasm after orgasm, he wasn't tender. Sex with him was always rough and aggressive, and he only allowed you to come when he was feeling generous.
However, something akin to tenderness blossomed in his chest as he stared at you. Your nude form was resting atop him, your fingers tracing the tattoos running along his chest. Your touch was gentle, ticklish almost.
"Did you have them when you were human?" You asked.
He nodded. "I did, yes. Scared the shit out of my enemies."
And the innocent people that he'd brutalized, but he'd preferred not to discuss such things with you. You knew of his title as the King of Curses but didn't know the things he'd done to warrant it.
Sukuna understood he was a monster. He was proud of it, even, but he didn't want you to view him that way. It was laughable. He didn't want the human girl he'd pursued on a whim to fear him. No, he only wanted your adoration.
"Did it hurt?"
"Like hell," he admitted, recalling the sensation of a wooden needle being driven into his skin thousands of times.
It had taken a ridiculously long time, and he’d been a bloodied mess by the time it was done.
You hummed, then pressed a kiss to the tattooed line above his nipple. A shiver ran through him at the feel of your lips on his skin.
"Did you cry?"
He tsked. "You ask a lot of questions, you know that?"
He might’ve yanked your tongue out if you weren’t so special to him. Instead, he found your inquisitive nature adorable.
You pouted. "I just want to know more about you."
Your word came out whiny, and he couldn't help but smile. It was pathetic, how taken he was with something so weak. You didn’t even have a cursed technique, able to see curses but unable to exorcise them.
"No, I didn't cry, pet," he said, deciding to humor you. "I barely moved. Did you cry when you got yours?"
He held up your wrist, examining the tattoo spanning across your forearm. The design was one of the first things he noticed about you. In his days women didn't dare mar their skin. It was a convention he never questioned until he met you.
You shook your head. "No, but we have tattoo guns. It’s different."
“A needle is a needle, no?”
“No, because an IV is different from a tattoo needle.”
He cocked a brow. “An IV?”
Having been sealed away for a millennium, he wasn’t up to date on all the advances made in the world.
“A needle used to pump medicine into you, old man,” you teased, giggling when he scowled at you. “You are old!”
“Ancient,” he agreed, grabbing ahold of your hips, and flipping you over, so that you were now stationed beneath him. “But you should respect your elders, little one.”
You gasped as he dragged one of his hard cocks along your slit, staring at him through your eyelashes. “Or what?”
He gave you a malice-filled grin, one that left many grown men quivering. You, though, just licked your lips, lust darkening your pretty eyes. You were excited by his roughness, solidifying that you were perfect for him.
 In one swift motion, he thrust into your heat, his cum and the juices from your previous orgasms serving as lubrication. You whimpered as he drove into you. He brought a hand to your throat and applied pressure, being mindful of his strength to not crush your windpipe. You wrapped your hand around his wrist, your grip tightening each time his dick grazed your cervix.  Drool trickled from your mouth, your eyes fluttering close as moans spilled from you.
His movements slowed as he admired your fucked-out expression, and he used one of his hands to brush back a strand of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You opened your eyes and offered him a smile, which he returned before planting a kiss on top of your head.
Sukuna wasn’t a tender man. Most people who met him could attest to that. Yet, he was willing to make an exception for you.
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moumouton4 · 3 months
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