Initial D Tattoo Novels & Stories

Fucking hell. My eyes greedily raked over her entire body, savoring each inch that was revealed to me. Her perky breasts with nipples that were already hardened peaks. Her trim waist that had our branded tattoo. There was a baby bump there now too, reminding me of our precious little blobs. The normally bare pussy had something new. The initials D and R were created by just a little bit of hair. Fucking right, babe. That pussy did belong to me. ‘Perhaps you should see if she’ll let you tattoo that right there,’ Byron suggested, excited by the show that she was putting on.

"It is a name I wish was mine but it is not. Not anymore if it ever was." "If you wish, I will call you Doll." Ink replied, leaning over to look at the ID tattoo that was under Doll's arm, high on his ribs. "Do you remember when you were marked here? What it felt like?" He lightly tapped the barcode and numbers that denoted Doll's official government-issued identity.

I would remember to show them to her sometime. It made me wonder if she had any or wanted any. Our pack had quite a few talented artists if she did. Jerry, Diana’s cousin, gave me the first tattoo after my family died. It was the names of my mother, father, and little sister within a galaxy scene. I was sixteen at the time and had nine more done by the time I turned eighteen. I got an additional eight over the years and wore them all proudly. They were my story. They were my identity.

Andre is staring daggers at him and I finally see it. The tattoo. The tiny baby tattoo with an alphabetical A beneath it It's just like mine.

Mirrors everywhere, reflecting my collared neck. "Strip and sit, whore." He pointed to the chair. I obeyed, clothes pooling on the floor. Naked, I climbed on, legs in the stirrups like a gyno visit. He strapped my ankles and wrists down, spreading me wide. Pussy exposed, already wet from the restraint. "Good girl. Uncle's gonna tattoo his initials low on your mound. Permanent claim." He prepped the gun, ink black and thick. Dipped the needle, buzz starting low.

The door to his room was half open and I could see him changing, he was muttering something while undoing his shirt and revealing my greatest desire, I stood there, my body leaned against the door frame as I cross my arm and look at his perfect muscled body, His back was facing me as he rummaged through the closet to find a t-shirt, my lips voluntarily curved as I imagine my lips on those babies, Without any layer not only I could see the perfect mysteries but now his tattoo was also fully exposed, I drool my eyes at the first tattoo he had on his shoulder blades; two wings, one broken, the other hand stitches to support it, there was a phrase written in cursive that said " Love cures Poison

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

I knew I could trust him. His hand clasped over my wrist. A bright white light came from his palm, and my wrist felt incredibly warm. It was not uncomfortable though. Some language that I did not know was written on my wrist. It was beautiful whatever it was. My very first tattoo. “This simply says my name. Think of it like my contact information for your telephone. I might be old, but I do understand your technology,” he said with a chuckle. “All you have to do is rub over it with your hand and think my name if you need me. I will be able to contact you like a mindlink that way. If you need me physically, I can teleport to you immediately. Do not hesitate to let me know if you need anything

Andrius explained, “It’s because the tattoo uses special ink and a more advanced tattoo needle. The ink is a combination of pigeon blood, red sand, and other stuff. That’s why it doesn’t show at first. “You want to get one?” Andrius teased Halle. Halle shook her head and hands, “N-no, thanks! Too much for me. But I want to know, the wolf…” Andrius rolled his eyes at her and stopped her. “If you are not getting one, why are you asking? Stop asking, or I will throw you out.”

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”