Juuzou Stitches Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

It’s a huge bull, big enough to feed a pack this size for weeks. Justus’s tan skin shines in the flickering torchlight. His hair is pulled back in a messy knot. His hands wrap around the branch, elongating his torso, throwing every single muscle into relief and exposing the whole tapestry of his tattoos. I don’t know where to stare. His obliques? The ridge of V-shaped muscle that disappears into his waistband? The black swirls and shapes that I can’t make out from back here, but that my eyes can’t help trying to decipher? My mouth waters. I swallow it down.

This time as she shimmied side to side, the top of the robe slid down, exposing her shoulders and upper back. Josie pulled it up, then lifted the back of it, giving him a quick playful flash of her blue thong. Kenny's breath caught when he saw it was little more than string between her cheeks, and he'd just gotten a quick glimpse of her entire ass. She went back to the top, lowering the robe, but this time let it slide all the way down her back. "What the fuck is that?" Kenny rose from behind the camera. On Josie's back, between her shoulder blades was a colorful butterfly tattoo. It was damn big, taking up the entire middle of her back. Above it, in a flowing cursive font was the word 'Beli

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.

It’s like a really faint tattoo without the ink. I shut the water off so I can look at it closely. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band.

Waiting for me to prove I'm worth keeping despite the damage I caused. By the time we break for water, my entire body aches. I slump onto the bench and close my eyes. Immediately, Jules appears behind my eyelids. Not the broken version from outside the training facility, but the one from three weeks ago. Laughing in my bed, hair spread across my pillow. Her fingers tracing the tattoo on my ribs. "Tell me about this one," she'd whispered. "It's a compass. To remind me to find my way home." "And where's home?"

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

I respect her so much. Something like a tattoo catches my eye and I linger to look at it. It looks so real, as if it was just placed there, a 3D black key with a zigzag shaped front. The zigzag lines resemble the same lines that are on my birthmark. What does this mean?

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

Dabbing over the wound of the Ryuu made the guy clutch his hand into a tight fist hissing and bitting over the cloth on his mouth. The heart tattoo on his wrist with the wings on it in the middle has the initial of R and K. With the arrow bottom going in and out of the heart. "He was the sinner not like you must be worst than you" Takeshi mumbles applying the cream carefully over the corner, placing the cotton over it at the end warping the white bandage around his wound. Ryuu turns his gaze at the boy who has his head bending down rolling the bandage on his wrist. He really can't say or make out what he is really saying as the voice starts to go far and far in the distance.

She watched as his eyes tracked downward, following the line of the design to where it flowed over the top of her thigh and disappeared between her legs. She shivered at the intensity in that stare. There was a brooding possessiveness. A look that screamed, “Mine!” Ash turned Josie gently on her side, wanting to see the entirety of the tattoo. It was startling in its vibrancy, a shock of color against pale skin. Done in pinks, oranges, aqua blues that matched her eyes and shades of purple and green. It was, as he’d suspected, a flowering vine, but it was rendered in exquisite detail. This was no simple tattoo done in a few hours time. He couldn’t imagine the time it had taken. The patience e