Danganronpa Tattoos Novels & Stories

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

"Fuck." I stared at Ronan, really looking at him for the first time. His shirt had ridden up during the fight, and there on his forearm was a tattoo I'd never noticed before. Dark ink forming symbols I recognized from a mile away. The brotherhood of Fir Tattoo. The same type Darragh had etched. The hallway tilted. My stomach lurched, and I barely made it to the nearest trash can before everything came up. The sound echoed off the walls, sharp and wet and humiliating.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

Danny gave him a thumbs-up. “No, you guys have to understand what we tell you here tonight cannot leave this room, ever.” Now he had the full attention of everyone. “Like Madison and Jacob, Emily and I have bonded.” All eyes went wide as Zach pulled off his shirt to show the signature tattoo that only bonding with your true mate can initiate. “Well, since you all disclosed that,” Danny took off his shirt to show the beginning of his tattoo, “so have me and Alex.” “Damn,” Jacob clapped his hands together, “looks like I’m not the only one who’s in a hell of a lot of trouble.”

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

But to her horror, when she was giving him a tight hug, he felt him flinch in her touch. Nina removed her hands from him and asked him confusingly why he fliched like that. Damon did not give her a direct answer. He first told her to remove his shirt. Nina was really confused by his answer. But she did what he said. When she finally had rmoved his shirt she was suprised to see the letter "N" engraved on his back. She couldnt belive her eyes. she really couldnt believe that Damon made a tattoo of her name on his back. To her that was the best gift ever.

I got even more wet and excited just by thinking about the things he would do with me and the positions he'd put me in. Gasping at the discovery, I couldn't believe it. No way it couldn't be, not him, not Mariah's brother. The tattoo was proof it was the exact same one, an angel with burning wings falling, it was in the exact same placement as well on his chest. Fuck! it was him, Danny's the guy from the fucking club.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

Alejandro simply ignored it and looked him over. "Let’s see how strong the future Beta of this pack is." He remarked. Damon looked surprised and I frowned. What was his problem? "Sure, that would actually be an honour. I’ve heard about your impressive abilities," Damon said, pulling his shirt off. Raven admired him appreciatively and I simply smiled. Damon was perfectly toned, with chiselled abs and a defined V... But when Alejandro pulled his shirt off, it distracted me completely. I now noticed the huge tattoo of a skeletal hooded grim reaper, reaping the soul of a wolf spread across his entire back. It had plenty of smaller details that incorporated and linked to the tribal designs around