Lil Peep Inspired Tattoos Novels & Stories

“We don’t have a good enough artist back home that could do it, so I had it done in the city this afternoon.” “Let me see!” all six sisters yell at the same time. Josie stands up and turns around; she is wearing a dress with the back cut out, revealing a large tattoo with a floral design and butterflies perched on petals and flying above the flowers. It is a beautiful piece of art, and Josie’s sisters all squeal in delight at the sight of it. “What will Amos think?” Lilith asks, downing her third glass of wine. “I don’t care what that old man thinks,” Josie says, laughing as she sits back down. The rest of the table laughs with her, and a hum of conversation begins to build up again as desse

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

Liam commented as they moved to their next stop, a tattoo parlour. Ren immediately regretted leaving the house; today he had done things with Liam that he alone couldn't muster the courage to do. The tattoo parlour smelt of ink and Liam; he had already picked out the design he wanted for Ren. It was rays of sun breaking through a cloud; it was minimalistic. Ren stared at the sketch on his wrist. “Why, sunshine?” he asked. “Because that’s what you are.” Liam’s voice was low. “You always shine and reflect your bright light on people who are down; you know you are a star.”

Wyatt told his mate and she just grinned while he looked at her in a questioning way, while the rest of the room looked at her. “I know the answer to that.” Jill said smugly. “Yes, you do.” She admitted. “And so do you.” Jill confirmed looking at Wyatt. “I think I need to know about puddy tat.” The artist said. “What kind of a tattoo does that?” “More of a where.” Celeste said and tapped her arm, the agreed upon signal for needing a break. She rolled to her back and then undid her pants. Pulling them open wide and pushing them down a little bit, she lifted her hips to give him a better view of the tattoo.

She came harder than ever while chanting them. The next morning I took her to a discreet friend who did private tattoos. I held her hand the entire time. Lila winced as the needle buzzed above her pussy, but she kept her legs spread obediently. When it was finished, the words “Daddy’s Property” looked perfect on her smooth skin. She touched it gently with tears of joy in her eyes. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered in the car on the way home. “Now I’m really yours.”

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

Lil Dee, in his thirties, was big and burly. He had a pink-dyed buzz cut, a tattoo along his neck, earrings, and a silver chain around his neck. His style was very much hip-hop-influenced. “What happened to your face, Taz?” noticing the blister on Taz’s face, Lil Dee asked. Taz was frustrated and exasperated. “I don’t want to talk about it. A bastard burnt me with a cigarette.” “Who would do that to you? That person is asking for it.”

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

He could see the scars on her thighs and the ugly scar that marred her left knee. Lolita turned to the side, showing her profile. The first thing that caught his eye was the tattoo on her arm. He was immediately transported to the hospital, where there had been a bandage on her arm. Hayden had known she was seriously injured, but a tattoo? And one as gnarly as that? “What…” he cleared his throat and the emotion that clogged it. “What is that?” Lolita caressed it for a moment. “It was supposed to be the Paris tower, except now it looks like shit. Jarrod drew it. It was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced.”

Noelle looks at me with a worried expression etched on her face, and when I finally manage to calm down and take a sip of my coffee, I nearly have another heart attack. Liam appears in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of short joggers and no t-shirt. Like Levi, he has his entire upper body tattooed with the same designs and words in an odd language…but his body is different. He’s more ripped than defined as Levi is, and the sight of him makes my mouth go dry. His skin still appears damp as well as his hair, telling me he’s just come from the gym. This is clear by the thick scent of sandalwood in the air.