Initial D Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

My thumb gently strokes the artsy tattoo along the curve of his neck, and pride spreads in my chest, the possessive demon in me purring at the subtle claim I have over him. Property of Addie Marrow. I remember the day he got it. He had tagged along when I wanted to get the rose tattoo on my back. I decided I wanted to play around with the tattoo needle at some point. This right here is my very first artwork as a rookie tattoo artist. And I'm so proud of my talent. "Enough about me," he leans forward, his lips finding the sensitive spot at the crook of my neck, and a soft kiss is planted on it, "How did your day go?"

I murmured while examining the included photographs. One image depicted Aurora during her teenage years, alongside a teenage boy, evidently deeply in love. Presumably, this was her mate. Another photograph captured the boy shirtless, his shorts riding low enough to reveal a discreet D&D tattoo just below his abdomen, where his V-shaped muscle disappeared beneath his shorts. The tattoo would have gone unnoticed if the photographer hadn't intentionally focused on it. A third photograph showed the two of them reclining together, the camera zeroing in on their matching initials tattooed on their skin.

My second favourite is his sleeve tattoo, it is a tribute to his sisters. I love how all his tattoos have meaning, unlike mine. I have two tattoos, the first one I ever got was a matching tattoo with Talitha. We found her Dad's gun and decided to explore with it, we had seen him work a few times so we gave it a go. I was the first to tattoo half a heart on her wrist with "spice" engraved in tiny cursive writing.

The bitch is supporting his son and the others in doing this so he can go to hell for all I care. "The decorated one." Shade says nodding to the stencil in Rux's right hand. Mr. Rux beams and hands the stencil over to the tattoo artist. The bald man with a bushy beard is covered in tattoos and seems to in his fifties. He doesn't spare the chains around my wrist a glance as he grabs my forearm and twists it so that the underside of it faces upwards. All business, he shaves and cleans where the tattoo will be. He places the stencil so it begins right beneath the crease between my forearm and arm. I stay still. If this is going to happen then I at least don't want it to be a shitty tattoo. It'l

’’ Amir wondered, thinking the Alpha would suggest something serious to him… ‘‘I heard, that Omegas tend to have their mate’s initials tattooed on their skin. And you know in which body part?’’ Alexander said, and then, leaned down and whispered the last part to Amir’s ear, ‘‘On top of their cunt. If you like the idea, why don’t you tattoo my initials on—’’ Amir just squeaked from the very lewd suggestion and scooted away from Alexander, that was currently smirking, ‘‘A-are you a pervert?! W-why would I have your initials down there?!’’

To think that the cold, untouchable Kaiden had a soft spot for someone as perfect as her… it was unbearable. “You got a new tattoo?” He took her hand, inspecting her wrist. From where I stood, I couldn’t quite see what it was. “Yep.” She grinned at him before leaning in slightly, her voice teasing. “K and L. Our initials.” I clenched my fists. “Our initials?” he repeated, arching a brow. “Remember when we were kids?” she giggled. “You promised I’d be your concubine after you mated with your betrothed.”

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

Flynn was helping me, as much as in the near future he would become a painful ghost of my past, so far he was my anchor. Distractedly, I looked down at the direction of my left shoulder, where there was a tattoo on my body, a small bird that flew over an anchor, rising more and more. The first tattoo I got when I arrived in the city, when I freed myself from my past and my traumas. In addition to her there was another one, on my right wrist; a tombstone written "Not today", whose drawing covered one of the marks of my worst past traumas.