Goodnight Punpun Tattoo Novels & Stories

I playfully glared at her while running my thumb across my throat in a slicing motion. "Before you, I think Jarek will kill me for tattooing someone else's dick on her mate because I had planned to tattoo a small and tiny one on you... and everyone knows Jarek junior is not junior at all." "I am certainly not interested in talking about my mate's junior with his ex-fuckbuddy. So I think we should get on with what I am here for." Gathering my hair, I tie them up in a high bun and lie on my stomach on the tattoo bed.

Chapter Thirty Four Nina “How can I take this mark off?!” I went to the bathroom to shower and get down with my business before Alpha Aiden’s soldiers will come to take me away to serve my punishment by working on his mother’s garden when I noticed that Alpha Aiden’s hickey is still on my neck and it has magically transformed into some kind of half moon shaped tattoo. I once thought of getting a bunny tattoo just slightly above my belly button but I chickened out when I saw the tattoo gun.This moon shaped tattoo on my neck feels and looks so much different and mysterious from the regular tattoos.

This little devil is literally the most dumb pumpkin I've ever seen in my entire life. She kept on blabbing to her friend that I'm in love with another girl while her pictures were literally all over my room and she kept on saying that I have another girl's name tattooed on my body and I kept on wondering why the hell can she not connect the dots, is she intentionally punishing me?

Why get the tattoos now? You have changed me, he signed, then reached for his belt buckle. She was no longer afraid he might try to have sex with her when she wasn't ready. Now she was curious. He dropped his pants, stepping out of them and kicking them away. Shaun saw the new tattoos immediately. Two eight-pointed stars, one on each knee. Other than a serpent tattoo snaking across his hip and disappearing into his pubic hair, he'd had no tattoos on the bottom half of his body until now.

𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒏𝒐! There was a tattoo on the top side of my pussy, an initial of K but it’s curved on the edges. I was right; his name was Kian, and he did this to me. He tied me, so he would brand me or whatever messed-up ritual this was supposed to be.

"We’re out of here in ten minutes." It doesn’t take long to get the tattoo. Adis has a tattoo artist in the pack who has his own little place down by the tourist area, and we skip the line to go directly into the back room. The owner draws my ‘S’ freehand, as he has done it many times before. I choose to make mine a bit smaller and less flashy than the others. I also get a ‘B’ on the back of my neck, which gives me the same rights as a Beta. I hardly feel the pain; it is nothing compared to what I have endured in my life, both before and here in the underworld.

"What is this?" His lips curved with a slow crooked grin, showing off his perfect set of teeth "my tattoo" Her throat worked on an involuntary swallow "I can see that but what does it mean?" the tattoo was in chinese so she could not understand and she was shocked mostly because Jordan had. K tattoos before so she was shocked to find out je had one. "it's Zuri's birthday i got it as a reminder of her"

he asked. “My name is Lil—” I glimpsed a tattoo right above his sleeve line, “This is going to sound weird, but— Is it ok if I touch you?” I nervously asked him. “Yea, sure... I guess that's fine,” he mumbled. Slowly I shifted his t-shirt sleeve, revealing the rest of the tattoo to me. It was a tattoo of a crescent moon, with what seems to be a hidden message or an ancient language written on the inside of it. I swiftly pulled away in fear, because I recognized this strange symbol, I have dreamt of this crescent, night after night as a child watching over my dreams in a third person's perspective.

She wondered if Denis might take Racher Art away from Manila one day to Cebu, for example, both metropolitan cities in the Philippines, right? The jet-black needle continues to pierce the left arm of a male client who asks for a symbol of Carpe Diem, Latin for 'seize the day.' The hand repeatedly takes turns touching the black ink and the client's skin to forget the pain. Denis likes to invite them to chat even though the pain of the needle piercing the skin only really attacks when the tattoo session ends. "If I were you, I wouldn't dare to ink my skin with these things," says Denis, standing to the right of his client, who sits on the surface of the execution mat.

even with my capped sleeve she can see my shoulder is sans tattoo. “I was told to get a discreet one, so it’s disguised on my back.” She looks confused. “What do you mean?” “Apparently, they can work the runes into any pattern or shape, or hide them. Sage designed an amazing phoenix and worked the runes into it. I’ll show you later.” “What?” Her eyes widen. “I just got the boring Task Force circle. You’re telling me I could’ve gotten something nice instead?” I laugh. “Yep. Sorry.” “Man.” She huffs. “That’s unfair.”