Initial D Tattoo Novels & Stories

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"

Monique said, "Have a seat in the chair. I'm going to secure you to it so you can't move. Since you're being tattooed near your cunt, it will be painful and we don't want you to move. We do the same thing for piercings, to get an ideal piercing. We've used this artist before. She's very good. Give her the design you wish to have done." I handed her the design Lisa had come up with. It showed two slave slave shackles with Lisa's and my initials in it, with chains extending to a handle, with Master's name. Another chain extended from my shackle to another one with Rhonda Meadows initials in it. What made it pretty, to me, was the flower garlands intertwined in the chains, which made it less se

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.

He was just an angry child who was angry with his family for abandoning him. "When did you get this?.." I trail my finger over the one that's almost close to his side. It's a simple ink of a thunderbolt. It has three designed flashes, and it looks deep. It appears to be fading also, so he must have gotten this a long time ago. "That was my first tattoo. I really do not know why I got it. I guess I just wanted to, I saw the symbol somewhere, and I liked it. " He explains, and I nod my head before trailing my hand further up.

I smiled warmly at him and pulled his wrist forward “Now… your turn” I turned on the tattoo gun and imprinted the words on his wrist one after the other… he didn’t even move an inch… seems he’s used to things like this. Well, he must be… he has a lot on his body. “Done” He gave it a quick look then smiled “Looks good… I see you put your initials too… N…” “Yes… why not… you don’t like it? I put my initials so no other girl can claim you… you remember only me”

I say to him and he gasps quietly. "That was smooth. Does that mean I can get something dirty?" "No, I'm not letting your first tattoo be something like that." "Please can I get and arrow pointing to my ass?" "No way! Nathan would kill me!" I laugh and Cole pouts. "Okay, what about this one?" He says as he points to a vine of roses that would stretch across his lower back. "I like it, I think you should get that one." "Can I get yours and Nathan's initials on it?"

He wiped his hands on a rag, waiting for me to speak. “I want a tattoo,” I finally managed. “Yeah, I figured.” His voice had a rough edge to it, like he smoked too much or yelled too often. “What are you thinking?” “I don’t know. Something… meaningful.” He raised an eyebrow. “Meaningful how?” “Like… something that represents change. Or survival. Or starting over.” “Uh huh.” He crossed his arms, and I noticed his knuckles were scarred. “Your first?” “How did you know?”