Blacklight Temporary Tattoos Novels & Stories

~~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.

Grey eyes, jagged black tattoos and sandy blonde hair crammed into a tight black shirt and pants. “Don’t attack! I’m White Forest, I’m White Forest!”

She wanted to remember. Thick steel ring through her septum. A heavy tattoo gun buzzed right above her cunt: “PROPERTY OF DAMIEN BLACK” in big black letters with arrows pointing straight down to her pierced, ruined holes. Then the permanent collar—thick steel, welded shut around her neck forever. A metal plate bolted on that read “Black’s Prize Pony – Do Not Return.” Damien fucked her slow and deep on the table right after, staring into her empty eyes while she whispered broken “thank you Owner” between sobs and orgasms.

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.

Their master had clearly started feeling threatened—and honestly, who wouldn’t be when it came to Belle? On the other hand, Belle hurried toward the large mirror in her room to inspect herself—and immediately groaned in horror. Several faint but unmistakable hickies decorated her neck and collarbone, made even more obvious by the v-neck baby tee she was wearing. “Ethan DelValle…” she grumbled irritably while pulling her hair aside to inspect the marks more closely. She quickly rummaged through her drawer for the concealer she had used the last time Ethan got overly affectionate.

I would not let her go so easily. There was a blackout party in my club. Once you found a partner, the DJ would count down from ten, and the entire club would fall into complete darkness for a few seconds. Then you had to share a kiss with your partner or the person closest to you with their consent. I had guards wearing night vision glasses for a few minutes, making sure everyone was safe. I always made rounds before the blackout party to check with the floor managers, but today I was stopped. Her musky vanilla perfume was delicious. I wanted to lick her neck and growl in her ears that she must wear it again if we meet next time.

LADY BAEVERA When I arrived back at Naked Den, the rain greeted me. Dusk had settled over the city, and the drizzle painted the estate in familiar, glimmering hues. Despite the moisture beading against my skin, I was not worried. Thankfully, the snake tattoo on my face had already dried. Before my break, I had the ink commissioned into a temporary paper-wrap sticker I could peel on and off when needed. I had reapplied it the night before, and now it was secure. Small mercies.

But now I became hesitant even though I was excited in the forest. Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn sucked on my waist. "Step up; Alpha is waiting for you." Done, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. "My tattoo is here." This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance. It's a very delicate tattoo. The symbol of the Black Moon, surrounded by a black moon, in the center is an image of a mighty black wolf sitting with its back to the moon. It's haughtily, as soon as I saw it, I loved it.