Juuzou Stitches Tattoo Novels & Stories

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.

I prompt him after I remembered that my claim is on the back of the neck. Sure enough a beautiful mark had emerged. The traditional mark that Jace and Cassius had was there but on top of it was more "Its two swords, one blue and one gold. They are intertwined; two handles, one blade. It looks like a really cool tattoo." I describe to him "I love it already" he replies flipping me over and tickling me. I laugh even though I'm not ticklish but because I'm so happy. And to see Seb like this with his guard down and his emotions on full display makes my whole world.

And after he retrieved the stone from the volcano, he then dubbed by the elders as one of the tribe warriors. There was no fancy robe, no carpets to lead their way, no gowns. It was simple as if they wanted to be one of the nature. Jion was tattooed the head of the black pumas on his back, ears both pierced and wore the earing of pumas teeth. Instead of finely stitched robe, he walked on the petaled grass towards the altar with naked upper torso, head with red linen binds. There were loud cheering among the tribe, roaring of the tamed animals signifying their blessings to the new warrior and the man of their tribe princess.

I blurted out and almost covered my mouth in surprise at my word vomit. HJ didn’t look at me but rubbed his thumb over my knuckles and watched Zane work. “Someone needed to come with you.” “I’ve gotten tattoos alone before,” I announced and stared up at the fluorescent lighting just as Zane started marking over my rib bone. “Doesn’t mean you need to do it that way every time. Now, breathe out and squeeze my hand, woman,” HJ coached me. “It helps.”

I playfully glared at her while running my thumb across my throat in a slicing motion. "Before you, I think Jarek will kill me for tattooing someone else's dick on her mate because I had planned to tattoo a small and tiny one on you... and everyone knows Jarek junior is not junior at all." "I am certainly not interested in talking about my mate's junior with his ex-fuckbuddy. So I think we should get on with what I am here for." Gathering my hair, I tie them up in a high bun and lie on my stomach on the tattoo bed.

Beta Draven, too had sent his three sons for Ninja training and when they would be back home, they too shall be tattooed on the head just like little Samantha, whose scalp was designed with the rare Dragon tattoo presently. Her beautiful hair had been shaved off to reveal a shining moon like head and the needle that worked on her was hurting her soft head to extreme lengths, especially when a painful hole was made deep in her skin to hide a gem. “I know baby but this is necessary. If you are ever caught, you can trigger the ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ in your scalp and it will protect you from whatever evil force is trying to harm you,” Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty we

The growls of claiming each other. Denzel cum hard again when Cyrus lifted his head up. Only then he found the tattoo pen with ink. His eyes lit with the excitement. Even if he had not cum yet, he pulled himself out and took the tattoo machine to refil the ink on Denzel's tattoo. He turned a panting, limp, Denzel on his stomach, straddling his thighs. He entered Denzel again, slow and gentle. Denzel hissed at the slight piercing of the pen working on his back. He was getting hard again. Cyrus was just thrusting inside out slowly and he only increased his animalistic pace once he was done with the tattoo.

The spray of the cold water hot my skin, causing me to grind my teeth but it doesn't deter me. I reached across him, and gently tug the loofah from his hands. He doesn't turn to face me, so I applied more soap, and started scrubbing his back. Achilles back was covered with more tattoos than I had realized. I traced a red lotus flower with my finger. It had thorns wrapped around it, with blood dripping from it. “What does it mean?” The silence stretched. Just when I thought he would say nothing, he spoke. “Just a stupid tattoo I got as a teen.”

I'd effortlessly paint her body and miss no single spot. My gaze trail up the array of roses that line her left leg. It's almost like a full garden, starting halfway up her hip, spreading as it ascends, scattering on the side of her left butt cheek where a little switchblade lies in a dark background. The tattoo continues above her waistline where the edges are a little finer, a little sharper and this time, there are thorns woven between each bloom, blood dripping down a few sharp tips. This addition ends just below her left breast, very close to her heart.

“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.