Junji Ito Tattoos Novels & Stories

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

“Your tattoo is gone.” Hikari smiled at me, “that’s where Yuki lives, luna. When I release him completely, my dragon tattoo around my neck disappears, too.” “Woah-ho-ho! Goddess! This is some insanity! You are so cool!” I said in the heat of the moment. Hikari’s face turned stoic as he peered at Yuki with a quick gulp. “Um, I apologise if I was offensive. It’s just that when I am excited, I forget manners,” I chuckled nervously.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

They certainly deserved it after the nightmares they had been through. Macario and I stood up and started from Jackson down the line. I asked them where they wanted it because it would essentially become a tattoo. They needed to be sure they were okay with the placement. Jackson and Lilli wanted it over their hearts. Dent and Pati wanted it on their inner wrists. The girls both wanted it on the left shoulder blades. Macario grabbed my hand and had me focus on the power that I could feel coming from him. I gathered it up and pushed it out towards them. Each of their sigils glowed with a brilliant white light before turning into black tattoos. It worked. It fucking worked.

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

He zoned his attention on the limousine which is now filled with bullet-holes, numerous enough to trigger trypophobia. Tino's body lay there below the car, his head beside the front tire. Bodies of Serpents lay around him like sacrifices. But Jude noticed something though. He moved closer to one of the bodies and went down in a squat, checking out his tattoos. Jude stuck out his pointer finger and rubbed the tattoo. It came off. He went to another Serpent body and rubbed the bodily tattoos. It came off, too. Jude stood, facing the cult. "Fake tattoos, I think they're fake." He said smartly.

Charlie replied with a grin, “Yes, I never thought that we’d meet again so soon. How are you, Mr. Ito?” Putting his fingers together, Yahiko answered respectfully, “I am quite good recently. Ever since I was injured, my body’s fitness hasn’t been too good. I had frequent flu and night sweats. For the past few days, the temperature in Tokyo has been dropping. I initially planned to go to the beach in the Maldives in two days to rest for an extended period of time. However, I changed my mind when you suddenly said that you were coming.” As he nodded his head, Charlie pointed at Jasmine and said, “Mr. Ito, let me introduce you. This is my good friend, Moore Group’s President—Ms. Jasmine. Ms. Mo

His tattoos, as far as the eyes could see, including some on his neck and chin, each told a story, were well done, hyper-realistic, and vibrant in color. "Hello, fefe," she greeted him with a shy smile. "Silas said he wanted to talk to me." "Sit down, kitten," he signaled to the chair in front of him. The glass table that separated them had the glass overlaid on top of thick wood, and there were several euro and dollar bills between the wood and the glass. He looked at an expensive cell phone and smiled. His very white teeth stood out against the colors of his tattoos, and his fangs were like those of vampires, thin and long, which maybe made his smile cruel. Jânio put the cellphone on the t