Lil Peep Tattoo Novels & Stories

" I looked him in his eyes and he gave a small, sad smile. "It is. I'm glad we came to do this together. Is matching tattoos too cheesy?" I snorted and shrugged. "So what if it is? It's not for anyone else but us." After about half an hour, his dad came back to us and showed us a beautiful sketch of a lily with a little bit of greenery in the background. It looked almost exactly like I pictured it. And I noticed he added something on the inside that made my heart break a little bit. It was a tiny baby, curled up in a fetal position, asleep. It was almost indiscernible, but when I saw it I took a deep shaky breath.

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.

Hawk lingered nearby, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, watching with casual interest. "Hurts?" Hawk asked, shifting slightly as he watched the needle glide along Lilly's skin. "It's fine," Lilly replied without flinching. "Not my first time, and he's good at this." Quill wiped the ink carefully as he worked, focused on the lines forming beneath his hand. "Relax. I'll have it done before you can think about it too much." "You're the boss," Lilly said, leaning back comfortably. "So, let's address the obvious. Werewolves. Does this tattoo mean I am part of the club now?"

She wore a lace panty in purple colour, with stone only covering her nipples. The rest of the body was shown, her hair was long till her hips, all red, the skin was tan and a tattoo of the letter 'J' was on her left side of the boob. The girl named baby lightened up a cigarette and handed it to Jewel. "Let us teach you the pole dance," Sweetpea said to Amelia who refused to do it. The little girl was too stubborn, she was too innocent, also. "Anyways, leave her. Van Dough will teach her a lesson." Jewel said and all of the girls left her alone, practising the pole dancing.

Lillith responded, “the Uncrowned King. I’ve always kept an ear out for news about my best friend’s son.” As we ended our handshake, a marking on her wrist caught my attention. My gaze lingered on it, and my brows furrowed. Lillith noticed and hiked her sleeve up to reveal the tattoo of two wolves making the shape of a heart between their touching noses and their extended front paws. “I expect you recognize this,” she said. My chest tightened as memory after memory of my mother’s matching tattoo played through my mind. “Mom said she got tattoos with her sister.”

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 “

The shop smelled like green soap, ink, and the faint metallic bite of the machines. Lila sat in the client chair long after the last walk-in had left. Twenty-three. Preacher’s daughter. The stencil on her left ribcage was a simple thorned vine curling under her breast—her first tattoo, chosen in secret, paid for in cash. She had told her father she was staying with a friend from the community college. The lie still sat bitter on her tongue.

~Lila~ With unblinking eyes, I watch Ryder peel the tight black T-shirt from his body, revealing an incredible work of masculine art to me slowly. My helpless gaze caresses the bulges of his shoulders, lingers on his meaty biceps, devours the tight slabs of his pectorals, and widens at the sight of his rippling abdomen above low-slung jeans. The sight of that tattoo crawling up his ribs in Japanese transfixes me. Though it had to have hurt like a bitch, it is oddly beautiful on his bronzed skin.

“You’re wearing it to the beach party. No excuses.” ୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ At the crowded beach party later, music thumped and people danced under the sun. Lila wore a tiny bikini, her tattoos and toned body on full display. The vibrator suddenly buzzed to life on a low setting. “Damon,” she whispered urgently, grabbing his arm. “It’s… fuck… it’s buzzing right against my spot, please turn it off.”

Henry looked at me quietly, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded human. “Where?” I lifted a finger and shakily pointed a little lower on my back, toward those faintly visible indentations. It was an extremely private and extremely sensitive place. “I… I want to tattoo it on my lower back.” The moment the words left my mouth, I saw Henry’s pitch-black pupils contract sharply, narrowing to needle points. The sudden sense of danger made my skin prickle. … “Whoa… Who’s excited?” “Lower back! So scandalous!”