Initial D Tattoo Novels & Stories

My shorts and top even showed off my tattoo that started at the top of my thigh and ran up my side, splaying out onto my ribs and curving slightly towards my back. Rob freaked when I had my first tattoo so I annoyed him further by expanding it. Blake's tattoo was also on show. Starting at the base of my neck it extended downwards for about 3 inches. The boys and I were playing truth or dare a while back and I was dared to let Blake tattoo me. I expected him to tattoo a dick or something rude, but he surprised me by tattooing a delicate design of swirls that looked highly professional. Rob didn't know about this, he probably would have shot Blake if he found out that he was the one that gave

His finger strokes down my neck and over the tattoo. “So, why this?” Jax’s words are whispered into my ear. “That night of the hunt, I mentioned that it was a pity it wouldn’t scar. I liked the idea of having something permanent on me to show I belonged to you. Then I remembered the bite and thought that would be perfect.” It was perfect at that moment. “And the symbol?” I smile. “If you look close enough, it’s the letters D, B, J, and C combined.” I feel him shift, and he exhales heavily.

"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.

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma

"You have any?" "Nope. Virgin skin." Tad watched Duncan kick off his pants and push down his boxer briefs with rapt attention. The tattoo low on his stomach said Start Here in a cursive script that pointed down to his cock. At half-mast he didn't look as big as Mark had been. Tad began to take off his own clothes and was pleased to see the hunger he felt echoed back at him. Duncan's eyes widened when Tad's erect cock popped free. "I want that," Duncan whispered as he stepped closer. He gripped the shaft as he pulled Tad in for a kiss.

I helped him take off his shirt and gasped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JD I heard Iyah gasped when I took off my shirt. I don’t blame her. My body is full of tattoos and scars littered here and there. At first, I get tattoos to cover up some of my ugly scars. But soon it became a hobby.

So, naturally, I did what any woman with a bruised ego and too much free time on a Saturday would do, I opened my maps app and searched for tattoo shops near me. I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe a butterfly on my wrist or something simple on my ribs. I just wanted something that screamed a new era. Soon enough, I found myself standing outside a place called Ink Therapy, where the “I” in Ink had been replaced with a lightning bolt. The logo looked cocky. So did the man behind the counter.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

“Let’s see it.” “There’s nothing to see!” I protested, but she was already brushing my hair aside. “Go check the mirror,” she said, eyes dancing. “Tell me if I’m wrong.” I turned toward her dressing mirror, the glass catching the light. My breath caught. A faint tattoo shimmered just below my collarbone: a black wolf, snarling, its eyes gold, the initials A.K. burning beneath it like a secret brand. My knees went weak. “Eva,” I whispered. “When did I get a tattoo? I… I didn’t.”

It looked like a high-end tattoo machine, but the ink was a special, safe temporary formula that would sit just under the skin for days before fading. He dimmed the basement lights, leaving only the soft glow from the single bulb overhead. The wand hummed to life as he positioned himself behind her. He pressed the tip against the curve of her lower back, just above the dimples, right where her spine met her ass. The first dot landed with a sharp prick, then the letters began to form one by one in precise, rapid strokes. D-A-D-D-Y-S-P-R-O-P-E-R-T-Y. The pain was sharp but controlled, a bright sting that bloomed into a deep, possessive heat. Emma moaned, pushing her back toward the wand, the p