Booktok Tattoo Novels & Stories

The girl behind the counter had a nose ring and purple hair, and she lit up at the sight of Tyler. “Lavender iced latte, please. Oat milk,” I said. She glanced down at Tyler, who was sitting like a statue at my heel. “For you, or him?” I grinned. “Definitely me. He’s more of a peanut butter guy.” Drink in hand, I snagged a corner table near the window and let Tyler curl up beside me. He rested his head on my foot like a warm, breathing slipper. I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off.

“Tattoos?” “Yes.” She crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you’ve lived centuries and never gotten inked. Today’s the day. Come on.” He studied her for a long moment, lips twitching as if amused by her defiance. Then, to her shock, he set the book aside. “Fine. But you’re choosing the design. I’ll only allow you to brand me once.” …. The tattoo parlor smelled of antiseptic and ink. Chloe’s heart raced as she flipped through sketch books, finally settling on a delicate design: a small crescent moon entwined with a star.

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

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

4 - Good Boy Toy Anna My mouth parted in awe and shock as I looked at Caleb. Thoroughly looked at him. His pretty chin length hair tousled with all the tugging I had done. His eyebrow and lip piercing glinted in the dim warm light coming from the nightstand lamp. His body was sexy. I licked my lips, leaning on my elbows and eyeing the twin dragon tattoos on his chest, a silver thin chain on his neck. The traditional design started on his neck and went down to his ribs, his nipples and belly piercings, suiting him perfectly.

She pouts, “I need moral support. And hey, maybe you’ll want one too.” “Doubt it, but sure. Let’s go, I’m curious.” I say, this time leading the way. In the store, Arielle speaks with one of the tattoo artists who is very warm and welcoming. The place is packed, and someone hands me a book filled with their work to look through while Arielle gets her nipples pierced.

“Yeah, he tried to tell me he was eighteen. I figured he was lying, but I needed the experience, so I put him under the needle.” “I like that tattoo,” Rebekah said. It looked like a crack in the earth that led to hell. The fingers of a demonic hand protruded from the fiery interior, clinging to the edge of the fissure, as if trying to escape. She sucked a breath through her teeth as the needle passed over bone for the first time. “Ow.” Another surge of adrenaline coursed through her body. Butch paused to let her catch her breath. “Okay to continue?” he asked.

I just saw a angel and crushed on him, and now a devil am I crushing on? I look away from him, to the wall. Just at the last moment to rejecting staying in this room, I see different picturesque sketches of book covers and at the far southern side is a small shelf, loaded with romantic books, of different sub-genres. I am fantasied already, and warmed. I feel cozy suddenly. The tattooed guy is a lover of books. "Did you make those, uh?" I say when I get to his front, forcing him to blink up at me. He's slide off the headphone.

“Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.” We? Did she just say we? My eyes widen as I hold my breath. She straightens up, advancing on me with purpose. I start to stand, but she’s faster. She kneels in front of me, ripping open her jacket and shirt to expose the skin on her right shoulder. Pressed into it is a tattoo of a fox sitting on its haunches. Its black body is surrounded by thick, detailed chains. One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time.

she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos. “Yes, and she really doesn’t like my black hair.” “What does it say?” Precious pointed to a tattoo on Nyx’s forearm. “It says best friends forever and says Famke underneath it.” “You have Famke’s name on your arm?” Precious eyes were huge. “She has my name on her butt.” Nyx grinned at her earning a squeal from the child. “I do not,” Famke shoved her playfully. “It’s on my leg.” “You have a tattoo?” Precious was clearly intrigued and flabbergasted Famke would have such a thing, her laughter immediately stopped.