Anti Possession Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Time to open this hole properly." He worked one finger, then two, scissoring while the dildo kept pounding my pussy. The fullness made my eyes water in the best way. Vesper knelt beside me, kissing my neck, whispering filthy encouragement. "You're ours now. No escape. After this, we're tattooing our symbol right above that dripping cunt. Property of the Collective." The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. The machine sped up. Talon replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing into my ass slow but relentless. I screamed around Jax's dick as both holes got filled.

It was so fucking frustrating! “I need answers,” I said, and three sets of jaws clenched shut. “Fine. Then go fuck yourselves.” I stood and headed for the door. I’d given them an out. If they got killed now, it was their own damn fault. I reached for the doorknob and paused, staring at my hand. The tattoo. I turned around. If they insisted on trying to protect me, they would need all the help they could get. Lifting my hand, I pointed to the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “The guy last night had a tattoo right here. It was all black ink. A stylized V with an ouroboros around it. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure—”

I smiled warmly at him and pulled his wrist forward “Now… your turn” I turned on the tattoo gun and imprinted the words on his wrist one after the other… he didn’t even move an inch… seems he’s used to things like this. Well, he must be… he has a lot on his body. “Done” He gave it a quick look then smiled “Looks good… I see you put your initials too… N…” “Yes… why not… you don’t like it? I put my initials so no other girl can claim you… you remember only me”

Every movement was a struggle against his tremors, a visceral collision where she used her body to anchor his soul. "Is this what you wanted?" she gasped, her hands framing his face as she moved above him, her eyes locked onto his with a terrifying focus. "To be so addicted to me that your own blood turns against you?" "Yes," Dante panted, his hands roaming her body with a frantic, marking energy. He didn't just want pleasure; he wanted a seal. He wanted to feel the sting of her nails, the weight of her will. "I want to be... your poisonous possession. Mark me... so the ghosts... know who I belong to."

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Before he could say anything though, Joey walked back in. He had three bottles of beer in his hand. He handed one to Cale, one to me, and opened the third one for himself. Before I could take a sip of my beer, Cale spoke. “She’s not drinking that.” Joey raised his eyebrows, “Why?”, then he looked at me, “You don’t want it?” “No, she does not,” Cale said, using his Alpha voice. This was going to get ugly. “Okay, dude,” Joey said, and I could see that this was getting on his nerves now. Games aside, he didn’t like people who were arrogant. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it, trying to calm him down.

he replied "prove me" I smiled while blushing he slowly slammed his lips on mine I too kissed him back he said "I want a baby with you" I replied "me too" he chuckled and said "then let me do my hardwork" I gave peck on his lips he slowly removed my top and asked "why you made this tattoo" I replied "I want you to stay with me only" he caressed my tattoo with his cold lips and asked by kissing it "is it a boy or girl" this possessive guy let me tease him I said "obviously the same guy who made tattoo to you" he bited my nipple hardly

Stone instructed Jacob. Jacob rolled up his shirt sleeve and revealed a tattoo of a roaring black bear on the inside of his arm, with the word "Black" beneath it. "You want me to get a tattoo like that?" May asked with widening eyes. "Yes," Stone replied. "Everyone who sees it will know that you belong to me and are protected by me. To harm someone with this bear tattoo means they're not respecting me. Not many people dare to do that in this town. This tattoo will protect you, May."

A man sitting to his right sighed and said, "If you didn’t talk, I would have assumed you were mute. You're not even worried that the reason you’re here has been completely destroyed because of this unnecessary commotion." The blonde-haired man ignored him and said, "It’s the fact that it has no fragrance, and when it falls, it ends up silent and tragic. Tell me, who do you think would do something like this?" The man to his right tilted his head to the side, his eyes scanning the surroundings, before glancing at the red camellia in his friend’s hand. His black eyes glistened. "They whisper everywhere, they say she has a reputation." The blonde man then smiled. "Don’t believe it until I see