Goodnight Punpun Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

The water hits my back at just the right temperature and I move my hand over my back but then I move my hand to my wrist. I look at it with a sad smile on my face when I see the tattoo I'd gotten. It is an infinity tatoo , in the infinity are two butterflies on either side each one representing the each family member I lost . And the only one I had well that was until my uncle and aunt lived with me in ghe mansion and treated me like their own.

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.

I chuckled “Let me know if the pain gets too much” he told me. “Will do” I grinned and then yawned. “Sorry, I guess just laying around makes a girl sleepy” “I don’t get how you can even get sleepy when getting tattooed” Ryan chuckled “Your pain tolerance must be though the roof” “Its not really pain though, its more a slight burn. Also, I get something amazing at the end of it” “That is my goal” Reece smiled at me “To make you feel amazing and beautiful again. If you are tired have a snooze, just make sure you don’t move around in your sleep” He chuckled.

He shook his head and gestured with his hands that it was ok. “Your name… how about… Smile?” Smile wore a bright smile and bowed. His body glowed, too, and a golden crescent sun tattoo appeared on his wings as if the sun was smiling too. “And you… I am sure you are too busy sleeping. Huh! How about… Wake.” Wake’s body glowed as he kept on snoring. He got a tattoo of what looked like a sun eclipse. I chuckled dryly. “And the three of you. You can be Lily, Lola and Laila.”

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.

~ SIENNA ~ I shot up from the tattoo bed like it burned and held up the phone to Gavin. “What’s this?” He returned to his chair and lounged lazily on it, my panic obviously lost on him. “Your new tattoo. Like it?” “Why… why,” I stammered. “Why is it a tattoo of your name?” “Because I thought it would look good. And it does.” In an instant, I was laughing. I had seen those videos on social media where beauty service providers played pranks on their customers. This had to be one of them.

I sent a few to Venus although she hasn't responded yet. I looked across the room and smiled as I watched Jupiter wince in pain. The tattoo artist was inking his left arm and I'm assuming that the design was a lot bigger than the ones I have on my wrist. He refused to tell me what it is since it's supposed to be a surprise, as he said. Half an hour later, he waved at me and flashed a thumbs up, to let me know that the tattoo is done. I dropped the book and excitedly sauntered towards them so I can have a look on his little surprise.

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”