tattoo artist! rick having you pushed down against his work bench in the garage so he can tattoo your lower back.
you’re squirming from the pain and discomfort. you knew you weren’t going to handle it well so you told rick to tatt you up regardless of how much it hurts.
“by any means necessary” were your final words.
and there you were- ass up, face down.
rick’s forearm kneading into your spine to keep you from shifting and the lower half of his body pressed into your behind to stop any movement from your anxious legs.
his tattoo gun slowly but surely imprinting it’s ink into your skin.
“hold still ‘n take it..” he grunts from behind, exasperated and ticked off.
“y-you said it yourself. b-by any means necessary” you can hear the smirk radiating off his words.
“how’s it looking?” you ask nervously
“reeeaaallllll good..” he chuckles
“it’ll look even better when im fuckin’ you late-“
you stomp on his foot, he sucks in a pained breath, and smacks your ass
“r-relax, hot stuff..” he pinches the skin off your back teasingly, you yell and tell him to focus on finishing.
“i was jokin’.. mostly” he coos.
