Deku Tattoo Novels & Stories

It was clearly a sore subject. His breath was deep now, his chest rising and falling slowly. Kate’s eyes traveled to his chest tattoo; a black and grey skull with a snake constricting it covering the majority of his left pectoral muscle. It continued across his shoulder and down his left bicep. She wondered if it had any significance, deciding to ask him when he awoke.

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

The spot was right above where he always grabbed me. I was dazed until the tattoo gun buzzed loud. Before I could protest, it was right on my skin and goddamnit did It hurt more than I thought. I kept feeling sharp little stings over and over. Damon sat next to me holding my hand. Every time I winced he rubbed his thumb on my palm. Almost gentle like a caring boyfriend he was definitely not cut out for. “Almost done,” he cooed softly. “Looks good.” When it was finished the artist covered it with some plastic. Damon paid and then we left. In the truck I lifted my shirt and looked. Small dark letters. “D.K.” was stuck right on my skin. Permanently. Forever.

Somehow, the thorn in his throat was alleviated. "Here, right?" the tattoo artist asked Beckett before touching his neck with their index finger. "Yeah," Beckett nodded. The tattoo artist began to ink Beckett's neck. It symbolized their membership in Foedus. Like that tattoo, their commitment to the Foedus Corporation should be the same. Forever... Or life in exchange. "All those I tattooed earlier have stories behind why they wanted their tattoos in those specific places," the tattoo artist commented while busy with their work. "How about yours?"

His long black hair is tied in a bun at the back of his head, I see his look is like a knife, sharp and galactic colonies when he sees me. I have a feeling that his skin is the color of the galactic colonies of a blood moon and black tattoos run over his bare chest. Then, I realize that all the lines are precise and symmetrical on both sides of the body, I see that they start at his neck and travel like a maze over the rest of him, disappearing under the waistband of a ripped black jeans. He is a vision of dark virility. "Bom DIA, Karin Iwasaki," Deese Ale.

"All the brigadiers and lieutenants have arrived, Pakhan. They all are waiting for you. As per your order, the official tattoo artist is here too." Aleksandr nodded while Aria frowned at the information. "Tattoo artist?" She asked her husband. "Yes, if you had been my wife only, there would have been no need for a tattoo but you want to be a power partner. It means you are officially joining Bratva. This tattoo is going to be your crown, Aria. This is your last chance, if you want to back out do it now, because the tattoo is sacred. You have to wear it whole your life like a religious sign "

The man smiled and sat back. “There, it’s perfect,” he said, proud of his work. Layana hurried over. Looking at the tattoo, it mapped his shoulder and bicep, it was indeed magnificent, a deep black, red ink, that seemed to ripple slightly whenever the light touched it, the eyes of the phoenix and the tail were laced with glittering red. The detail was impressive and Layana nodded in approval “It’s beautiful,” she said noticing the necklace that hung in Declan’s neck, rather jealous of it being so close to him, trying not to focus on how extremely attractive he was.

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

As long as we weren't triggering any hormones then we were fine. "When did you do this tattoo and what does it mean? I've been wanting to ask you but I forget everytime" Anushka asked after a moment of silence as she ran her finger down my arm, tracing up my tart "I got that when I was eighteen and it is actually a tribal tattoo for the McKenzie clan..Every McKenzie have this ,both men and women just in different parts of the body.."I continued to explain"Men mostly do it on their shoulder down their arm and chest just like mine and women in their lower arm down to the hand"

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.