Blacklight Temporary Tattoos Novels & Stories

But Nolan didn’t stop them either, and that unsettled her more than if he had. The makeshift tattoo setup was in a side room off the bar, half storage, half workbench. Bottles of ink lined the shelf, a gun sat coiled with wires, and the smell of rubbing alcohol clung to the air. Clearly, the Vipers had used it before. Ashley pulled on gloves from the kit, her hands trembling only a little. Ace shrugged off his shirt and sprawled in the chair, all muscle and ink and lazy arrogance. “Try not to get distracted,” he drawled, winking.

Power bikes parked outside gleamed under the streetlights. The place smelled of smoke, leather, and ink. Elena stared at the building, confused. “What… are we doing here?” she asked slowly. Mia smirked. “We’re getting you something wild.” Elena’s eyes widened. “A tattoo?” Mia grinned. “Hell yeah.” Elena blinked, shaking her head. “Are you serious?” Mia laughed. “Dead serious. You need to do something for you. Something crazy. Something that says ‘F-you’ to the world.”

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

However, it would only work for three hours, so she did not want to begin too soon incase anything went wrong. The first thing that Xander and I did was the sigil. I hissed when he was making it, but it glowed and disappeared. I really liked how they disappeared. Best type of invisible tattoos out there. “We’ll have to remember that sigil when we want to have some extended fun.” He waggled his eyebrows. “You don’t think you’re up to the task of replenishing your arousal, baby?” I asked him, batting my eyelashes. Xander smirked as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him. He bucked his hips into mine.

~~Rafael~~ I feel her body change. Her hands leave me first, and I feel the withdrawal like a body part gone, as though she's already an extension of me. "Why do you need protection from me?" I point at my side. "Did you see this?" I rumble out of my too-tight chest. "The tattoos?" She asks, confusion leaking into her voice. Her fingers land on the tattoo of a black light with the sun shading it. The larger the dark light, the smaller the sun until it dims away almost completely at the other side of my back in just a small sliver of light and a very dark light.

' She stops with her question as she stares wide eyed at her reflection in the mirror. 'Wow.' Susan exclaims as she stares at her glowing skin. ,Abbadon, what have you done to my skin? I mean, it looks really nice' she says, still in awe. Humans are just so easy to please. 'You can touch it.' I say as I continue to stroke her hand, making the mark glow even more. Upon my words, Susan touches the mark with her finger tips. 'I can't believe I have a tattoo, one that glows too. My mum would kill me if she sees me with a tat.' She says excitedly but her tone changes to a solemn one when she speaks about her mum.

The artist chose a stunning, dark design — a blooming obsidian rose with thorny vines that would sit right above her heart, with tendrils reaching toward her breasts and down toward her pussy like living roots. The session lasted four painful, arousing hours. Every sting of the needle made Aria wet. By the time it was finished, the obsidian rose looked like it was pulsing gently on her skin. That night, she didn’t wait in bed. She lay on the floor in the middle of her living room, legs spread wide, heart racing with dark anticipation. At exactly 2:00 a.m., all six tattoos ignited at once. The room filled with a deep, crimson glow.

My lungs forgot how to function, but my heart raced faster than ever. When he pulled back, his eyes lingered on mine. “Let’s make this night permanent.” Confused, I frowned. “Permanent?” Nathan reached into his coat and revealed a small case. Inside—needles, ink bottles, sterile wipes. My jaw dropped. “You brought… tattoo supplies?” “Of course. Don’t you trust me?” His grin tilted sly. I gawked. “You’re insane.” “Insane enough to want your mark on me,” he countered.

A black feather stretched across my shoulder blade. For a moment I just stared at it. A tattoo? No. That wasn’t possible. My hands shook slightly as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then I turned fully toward the mirror. My breath left me in a soft gasp. My entire back was covered in them. Black wings. Not real wings. But something that looked almost as if they could be. Every feather was etched perfectly across my skin, layered and detailed in a way that made them look alive. The dark feathers shimmered faintly with streaks of iridescent blue that caught the morning light.